Dita sat on the floor of the throne room scrubbing repeatedly. The King sat at his throne while his blonde slave Fawn, and his red headed slave Myrah took their time orally pleasing his erection.
Dita's mind was not on the task at hand, but rather on the night a few weeks ago when she was sent to the slave dungeon. Anton had remained on her mind, but her only sightings of him were in passing. She noticed he did seem to pay attention to her, staring as he walked by. The things he had done to her body had opened her mind up to new experiences; she longed to see him again.
Myrah licked the kings testicles while Fawn sucked on the shaft of his penis. He groaned loudly breaking Dita from her thoughts. She got back to her scrubbing. "Dita. It's your turn to please me."
Dita looked back; she really didn't want to. Most of the slaves jumped for the chance to please the king knowing he could make life worse or better for them. "I... I have to finish scrubbing my lord." She responded unwisely.
The King glared shoving the other two off him. He put his penis back in his pants and walked over to Dita grabbing her by her raven hair. "You dare defy your king girl!?"
Dita grimaced at the feeling of her hair being pulled, "Please stop!" She begged.
"Maybe another night in the dungeon will fix you!" The king suggested, "unless you'd like to try that again?" He gave her two options.
Dita glared at him angrily, "The dungeon sounds wonderful my lord." With that he backhanded her so hard she was out cold before she hit the half cleaned floor below.
When her eyes opened her hands were tied above her head, and her wrists seemed to be in a lot of pain. Looking around she spotted Anton in the corner waiting for her to wake up as he ate his dinner. "The King told me an interesting tale... apparently you chose to come here over sucking him off."
"Aye..." Dita nodded groggily.
Anton seemed amused, "Someone missed me I see."
Dita said nothing and looked over at him as he stood up. He walked towards her and stood before her, "The king requested I make sure you suffer so badly you never disobey him again... I guess I must follow my orders." He took the whip from the hip of his belt and walked behind her.
"Do what you must sir..." Dita closed her eyes waiting for the sting.
Anton drew back and let her have the first lasting across her lower back. She bit her lip and felt three more lashes. "Do you feel regret yet Dita?" He asked lashing across her shoulder.
She let out a sharp gasp before answering, "N-No... I don't..."
"No? Very interesting... five lashes, and all the other slaves are begging and crying. You like to be punished..." He walked around to the front of her and gripped her chin. "Don't you slave?"
Dita looked into his eyes fearlessly, "I like when you do it..."
Anton studied her face for a moment a bit amused, "Then what am I supposed to do with you?" He didn't sound overly disappointed by this.
"Sir, I have a request." Dita said honestly.
"A request? What makes you think I would do anything you ask?" He asked her pointedly.
"I request to be your slave sir." She said not fearing in the least for the consequences of such an action.
"MY slave?" He scoffed, "I don't have the sort of coin it would require to purchase you."
Her brows furrowed, "You're a dungeon master... you don't earn money?"
Anton shook his head, "I get free lodging, and all the food I want, and the king makes sure I am well supplied and clothed. He doesn't pay me." He looked at her.
Dita held a look of determination on her beautiful face, "Then I'll have to get in trouble more often."
"You do that, and you'll get us both in a lot of trouble..." He looked her over, "Alright, if you want me to make my own request to the King I'll have to be sure you want this."
"I do." She nodded.
Anton untied her wrists allowing her a moment to rube the rope marks. "Then you'll spend today proving it." He pointed to the bench he gave her an enema on the last time she was there. "Lie down on that, I'm going to have to clean your ass out for this one..."
Dita bowed her head and headed for the bench. She let herself lie on it before he cranked the bench back and pulled her feet over her head to attach them to the poles. Eagerly she held open her ass cheeks for him. Anton was getting hard just watching her act so eager. "Hmm... someone likes the anal sex I see..." He smirked pushing the funnel into her asshole.
She bit her lip at the feeling of insertion and nodded, "Yes sir. I especially enjoy your cock in there." She purred getting aroused.
Anton smirked and began pouring the water into the funnel. "All in good time..." She moaned as the water filled her up.
When he pulled out the funnel he helped hold her ass up to keep it inside. "You do have a fine ass... I'd love to own it, but that's not all I'm looking for in a slave... All of the other slaves of this tower are very unwilling to please me. I'm looking for someone who will willingly please me to no end."
"I would gladly please you sir..." She gripped the sides of the bench awaiting permission to release.
He undid her ankle restraints and allowed her off the bench. He set the bucket on the floor and watched her crouch over it, "I want you to look me in the eye while you do it this time... I want sheer obedience."
