5. Slave Service.
"That is so good, you amazing little she-slave!" Tir gasped, as he slowly pulled my mouth all the way off his deeply throbbing cockstem. "Now, kiss my shaft lightly again. I'll be ready for your throat again soon!"
So far, I had brought the He-kelar to the brink four times, his cockhead pulsing deep in my throat as I squeezed my lips tight round the thickness of the root of his manhood and swallowed over and over, as he knelt on the wooden floor of the slave cart and leaned backwards, his long thick cock presented to me for worshipping. I complied with his command, tracing the thick vein running the length of his cockstem delicately with my tongue tip, then pressing my pursed lips softly against his throbbing shaft, kissing his bone hard erection as lightly as I could, from between his balls all the way to his frenulum and back down again until, gripping my ponytail firmly, the He-kelar driver thrust his broad cockplum deep into my throat again with strong upward movements of his hips, warm saliva drooling down my chin as his cock pistoned in and out of my wide open mouth, my tongue stud pressed against the smooth underside of his pumping shaft.
Tir now loosened his grip on my hair and settled back so his buttocks rested on his heels. I understood by now what he expected of me, so I gripped the fronts of his heavily muscled thighs and began to work my head back and forwards, my lips gloving his cockshaft all the way to the base as his cockplum rubbed softly against the inside of my throat. The He-kelar grunted with delight and sighed as I gagged on the crown of his manhood as it plunged into my gullet, my head moving up and down as fast as I could manage, snorting through my nose as I squeezed my lips around his girth, his moans of satisfaction deepening my need to feel the mushroom-like cap of his erection gliding up and down my throat, caressing the little pleasure nexus at the joining of his shaft and the head of his cock with my tongue stud before sliding my lips down the long thick cockstem, twisting my mouth to increase the friction on his plunging cockplum, as I now began to lick his ballocks at the end of each downstroke, my mouth straining open as the bulb of his manhood throbbed deep in the soft constriction of my throat.
The he-kelar suddenly pulled my mouth from off his cock and pushed me onto my back. Taking hold of my ankles, he spread my thighs wide apart before sheathing his steel hard erection fully inside me with one deep hard thrust, bringing a long gasp of pleasure from my lips. I reflexively locked my calves around his as his hips began to move, my moans and squeals muffled by his large hand clamped across my mouth, my love funnel stretching around his broad cockhead as his thick shaft pistoned it in and out of my pussy over and over, each stroke stronger than the previous one, my belly and thighs bucking and jolting as I raised my bottom to meet his pounding thrusts. He grunted with satisfaction as I suddenly clung tightly to him, my thighs gripping him more strongly as I wrapped my legs around his waist, trembling as the ripples of delight inside me became waves of pleasure that surged through my belly, my vaginal walls contracting and relaxing on his rigid cock so strongly that Tir was soon gasping with pleasure himself, his hot thick come pumping into me, my ankles locked in the small of his back, my belly pressed hard against his lower abdomen, my breasts squeezed against his chest, his hand pressing tighter on my mouth to keep me from screaming as he brought me to an orgasm that went on and on. As my body continued to vibrate with pleasure from the aftershocks of the deep, powerful climax I had just experienced, I began to sob softly. Tir now chuckled to himself.
"I knew I could make you finish me like a tavern wench!" Tir said triumphantly, as he looked down at me, a sneering grin on his lips. "Your tight little scabbard will ache for my cock now, slut. But don't worry, whatever Triskellon tavern buys you will have me as a loyal patron!"
My tears had nothing to do with the brutish He-kelar's sexual prowess but I saw no point in telling him that, so I remained silent as he gathered his clothes and left me lying on the straw of the slave cart, consoled a little by the thought that the darkness of the cage's interior had prevented him from seeing the deep blush of shame on my cheeks. I could justify my responses to the drivers' attentions when I underwent Lord Virtus's assessment as necessary for our plans; no matter how much I had enjoyed the experience, I had no real choice about it. But now a demon for whom I felt nothing had used me on the straw covered wooden floor of a cage, yet I yielded to him eagerly, savouring the taste and feeling of his long thick cock in my mouth and throat, my body jerking like an animal against his as he took me, his hard deep thrusts bringing me to a climax, a slave's orgasm, that only being with Tel had ever brought me before. Has giving my freedom to Tel somehow allowed me to simply accept actual slavery, or am I really such a lewd, cock-hungry little slut that it only requires a collar around my neck for any he-demon to pleasure me as deeply as Tel does, I asked myself, tears of anguish now mingling with those of my shame, my heart aching at the thought that I might never again be with my true Master.
I forced these considerations from my mind as I shivered in the pre-dawn chill and awaited Lar's return with 'Jinzi', instead recalling the novels I'd read of a strange alternate world on the opposite side of the sun where vain, haughty, self-centred earth girls found themselves enslaved by tall, handsome, muscular warriors and shuddered a little at the comparison between their situation and the one Gyn and I now found ourselves in, the only real difference being that the he-demon masters we'd encountered so far had no inclination to beat us on a whim. I sat up as the gate was then unbolted, watching as Lar lifted a bleary-eyed Gyn into the cage, noting the gentle way he helped her inside before bolting the gate and locking it. He passed me a thick blanket through the cage bars, then smiled widely before turning on his heel and walking away.
"Are you all right, baby?" I asked as I wrapped the warm covering around us and hugged her to me, as much for my own comfort as hers.
"Nothing I couldn't handle!" Gyn answered, laughing a little. "You may be the Pleasure imp, baby, but I've had centuries of practice!"
Sitting on the ground before the slave cart the next morning, Gyn sitting beside me, I chomped on a piece of delicious fruit as we breakfasted on a selection that Lar had provided.
"Master, may the she-slave ask a question, please?" I inquired of Lar.
"The she-slave may ask, the Master may decide not to answer." he replied, smiling at me, a smile that was beginning to stir a sweet tingle in my belly!
"We seem to be the only slaves being taken to this place of which you spoke, Master." I inquired. "Is this NOT a slave convoy?"
"It is not, little slut." he replied. "Lord Virtus is a merchant. He trades in slaves, when he can acquire them at a reasonable price, and many other things besides."
"Are slaves scarce, then, Master?" asked Gyn, who received a reproachful glare from the huge kelar!
"You did not ask for permission to question me, she-slave!" he snapped at her, but then he grinned and tossed her another piece of fruit. "But since you are finally starting to relax around me, little Jinzi, I will let it pass. Slaves are only plentiful after wars, of which this land has had far too many! In peace time, Demon citizens normally become slaves through debt, for males, and for licentiousness in females, which you two demonstrated in abundance last night!"
So this version of the Demon Realm was a misogynistic patriarchy!
"We only behaved according to our natures, Master." I replied, as pathetically as I could manage. "The masters that we pleasured did not raise any objections to our wantonness."
"Why would they have?" he answered, grinning. "You are she-slaves, your duty is to give pleasure to any master who wants it, whatever way they want it. And that duty requires that you savour and enjoy every moment of your service to a master, little collared sluts. That is rule three, do you understand?"
"Yes Master, the little collared sluts understand." we replied in unison. Lar clearly understood how to use obedience collars, his commands being simple and straightforward, with no nuance for a clever slave to interpret differently to his intent!
"You have both demonstrated that you are truly fitted for she-slave life, anyway!" he added. "I am surprised that those delicate necks were not collared a long time ago."
"Pleasure imps are swift runners, Master!" I replied, a response which made the kelar foreman laugh out loud.
"You finally ran out of places to run to, little Linzi!" Lar retorted.
"Unfortunately, Pleasure imps do not have a very good sense of direction, Master!" I replied, smiling at him.