Walk All Over You

She wrapped his chain around her knuckles twice before leading him into a dimly lit hallway of carved sandstone. His eyes wandered to the intricate carvings illuminated in flickering firelight. Detailed depictions of slaves lashed to wooden Xs being whipped by people in corsets, chariots pulled by teams of slaves lashed together like horses, depictions of buildings he recognized from the Aswan skyline, and at the center of it was a pair of familiar eyes depicted in amber and rubies.

"Keep moving slave!" Karme's voice bellowed as she pulled him forward.

He stumbled slightly, his left foot swung wildly to catch himself. Silently he grimaced at his captor, but couldn't help but notice how plump and round her ass was.

Tracing his eyeline, she flashed him a knowing smile with too white teeth.

"We've got a lot of work to do if we're going to get you cleaned up. Be a good boy for Fawny and I, and

maybe

I'll sit on your face while she rides your modest cock."

He said nothing in protest or support, rather he silently trudged forward. The rock hard erection creating a tent of his dirt caked loincloth spoke volumes more than he could.

Karme led him into a chamber adorned with an inground pool of water fed by a stone facade of a mermaid with spouts for nipples. Parallel to that he saw an obsidian table where the ginger woman from the previous room was setting out gleaming examination tools.

Maximus wondered how she'd gotten there before the two of them.

Karme led him forward, taking great pleasure in randomly jerking his chain and interrupting his stride.

"Red Nine, have our newest arrival stripped, bathed, and cleaned up." She passed the lead to the ginger woman and seated herself on a red velvet fainting couch pushed against one wall.

The ginger woman bowed her head and lowered her eyes as she took the lead. "Yes mistress." She giggled.

Leading him to the table she clipped one end of his chain to a metal hook embedded in the sandstone. Perpetually in his peripheral he could see Karme on the couch, she'd peeled off her left gold pastie and began to encircle her nipple with her index finger. He could see her other hand was busy teasing herself through the fabric of her black undergarments.

The ginger popped up, her head at hip height, brandishing a pair of angled scissors.

"I'm afraid that loincloth simply won't do."

They sliced through the strip of leather keeping the entire ensemble together. It fell away to the ground and Karme hooted in response. He tried to turn his head to look at her, but as soon as he did he felt a sharp crackle of electricity from beneath his feet.

"Please, keep your eyes forward. The chain is enchanted to keep you in place." Red Nine commented as she retrieved a yellow measuring tape from the obsidian table. She placed a thin metal strip beneath his feet and it rose to his full height.

"One-hundred and eighty centicubits tall mistress."

As she spoke a scroll of parchment levitated and unfurled itself from the table. It was joined by a quill that quickly scribbled his information as she spoke. Shimmering with a blue arcane energy they hovered near Red Nine.

"He weighs a little over eleven kilocobbles mistress." She continued.

Keeping his head still, he looked around the room. Karme had now pulled her panties to the side and was petting her pussy with her index and middle. Red Nine's gaze was fixated on him, wide doe-like eyes drinking him in.

"I count sixteen scars so far. Slave lift up your feet and arms for me."

He did so and she approached. A panel in the sandstone ceiling opened and a pair of manacles shimmering with blue arcane energy hovered down to his wrists. Cold metal snapped around his wrists with a sharp click that sent ripples off the bathwater. The manacles pulled upwards, extending his arms to their full length. For a moment he thought he saw Red Nine in his peripheral wading into the bath, but that couldn't be because she was right in front of him.

"That makes twenty scars total."

Karme moaned in response.

"You may put your feet down, slave. No tattoos to speak of, we've got the device already heated up though, mistress."

"Do it." Karme's voice was tinged with ecstasy.

From the obsidian table she retrieved a black iron rod that terminated in a red hot glowing disk three centicubits in diameter. To it, she affixed another disk emblazoned with a skull on it. She took it and plunged it down just below his right collarbone.

It burned and stung as the device's one hundred needles simultaneously stabbed into him. Each one injected a little ink that left a perfect copy of the skull imprinted in his skin. She replaced the skull disc with one that matched Rai's bullseye eyes and repeated the process.

"These tattoos not only brand you as having served as a slave for mistresses Ouralia and Rai, but any mistress of arcane persuasion may read them to acquire your height, weight, blood type, and any other physical data we collect during our..." she trailed off, a mischievous look crept across her face. "Assessment" she finally said. "Each time you are sold off to another mistress you will be tattooed and your information shall be updated. Any questions?"

Maximus attempted to speak but a bolt of electricity arced up through his body. His words turned to cries of agony and the shocks grew stronger. Falling to his knees, the only thing keeping him from falling completely to the floor were the magic manacles above his head. He clamped his mouth shut and through gritted teeth could feel residual static electricity arcing between them.

"Oh I forgot, you're a Reman." She teased. "Dogs can't talk. Speak cur!"

He glowered up at her, his face wracked with rage. He opened his mouth to swear at her once more only to be greeted with another bolt of electricity.

"Someone can't listen to directions can they?" She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. "I said, speak cur."

Maximus barked for Red Nine and it echoed off the sandstone walls. She extended a bare foot in pale flesh toward him.

"Very good, now kiss my foot."

He planted a quick, chaste kiss on the top of her foot.

"Oh well, that didn't seem very devotional." She looked over her shoulder to Karme now three fingers deep into her pussy. "Mistress? May I please use the squid on this one?"

Karme moaned out her approval.

From the obsidian table Red Nine retrieved something that looked like an oblong diamond made of forged steel. She walked behind Maximus and began petting his back with her non-occupied hand.

"Now don't try to fight it, slave. Let the squid do its job and it will be relatively painless. Please present yourself to me and I'll do the rest."

Consciously Maximus wasn't sure what she was referring to, but he felt his entire body begin to move. Automatically it stood him back up on to his feet and bent ninety degrees at his hip. He then knew exactly where the squid was going to go.

"You may feel a slight pinch."

The device slid smoothly into his anus in one motion. It lingered there like a strangely shaped butt plug for a moment before he felt four arms unfold from its body. He groaned in discomfort as it bloomed out into a four petaled flower, then in pleasure as one of the arms located his g spot. He didn't even notice the electricity arcing up his body once more when he spoke. Strangely the pleasure and pain had begun to blur.

When the device finished moving the magical manacles unlatched. He dropped to his knees like a stone, head slumped staring at the floor. He felt small, strong fingers take hold of his chin and jaw. Red Nine moved his head to look at her.

"Good boy."

She extended her foot towards his mouth again, her hands on her hips, and a sneer on her face. Immediately, he began planting kisses up from the toes and up to her ankle. He heard and felt her shudder as he did.

"The squid will remain in place as long as you are in the service of Mistress Rai. Obey your betters and it will reward you with pleasure. Disobey and it will shred your large intestine. You will become septic and die a slow painful death in a glass box for other slaves to see."

Maximus heard her words, fear ran down his spine and he began licking the sides of her feet.

"The only ones capable of removing it from your body are Mistresses Rai and Karme, typically new owners like to remove them from slaves to..." She cleared her throat. "...test the merchandise, as it were."

Red Nine looked to Karme still on the couch. A pleased, mischievous smile spread across her face. She gestured with a pale arm toward the pool of water where three identical ginger women dressed in undyed undergarments had congregated at its edge.

"Alright, it's time we bathed you. You're covered in so much grime it's hard to believe there's a man thing underneath it all." She chuckled.

Maximus walked over to the pool as Red Nine breezed past him to the fainting couch where Karme had begun pleasuring herself with a fifty-five centicubit long platinum rod. He ignored them and stepped tentatively onto the submerged staircase that led down into the pool. The water was warm to the touch, his foot was covered in a cloud of grime as it began washing off in the water. He waded in further, descending down two more steps as the identical ginger women disrobed and slipped beneath the water. He fully entered the pool, the water only coming up to his waist when standing on the floor. Wary of the three attempting to ambush him, his shoulders tensed as he searched the water. He didn't see the woman who took his dick into her mouth. She was too fast and too far beneath the water for him to notice. He only saw the warbling image of ginger hair and pale skin before he felt her mouth latch onto his penis.

An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped his mouth and a shock radiated from the squid lodged in his anus throughout his body.. Another identical ginger woman swam by him, holding a clay pot full of lavender shampoo. He felt her hands begin to massage the shampoo into his scalp as his eyes rolled backward into his head. He didn't see the third and final redhead but he felt her slippery hands begin to apply soap to his grimey abdomen.

Groans of pleasure from the bath mixed with the deep sparking tremors radiating down from where the collar's metal connected to his skin to his shoulders and spine.

"Oooh he's a lively pup, mistress."

One cooed from behind him while she kicked his legs out from under him. Maximus floated into her arms, a bar of rose petal pink soap in one hand and what looked like a centipede made out of a loofa.

"Oh don't be 'fraid of no scrubber beetle, pup. It's just the best way to clean up the road dirt."

She set the spongy creature on his heaving pectorals. It's little feet scrubbing and skittering its way through the grime. It moved slowly and left a clean space of new pink skin.

"See pup? It eats the grime, dead skin too. Watched it eat seven bunions and a whole calloused foot once I did."

Maximus was distracted from this story by the feeling of teeth nibbling on his He thrashed momentarily, but was soothed by melodic notes emanating from the woman behind him.

Her song was lilting and in a minor key. Something that in a language he did not know echoed off the tiles and reverberated in his muscles. They seized, slowed, and eventually he felt himself floating in the vocalist's arms. Her siren song lulling him into a strange mix of pain and pleasure between the analingus, cunnilingus, and tingling shocks that sparked off him.

He looked over to where Karme and Red Nine had settled. The little woman's tongue was buried deeply into Karme's pussy, fervently lapping up and down at her labia. Karme writhed in ecstacy, one hand clutching her nipple between middle and ring finger and the other entangling itself in Red Nine's hair.

He floated there, weightless in the water and felt the nips on his scrotum intermingle with the shocks in his anus. Pleasure blurred the lines between pain with the fellatio now ramping up for a crescendoing climax and the song casting its hazy spell.

The corners of his vision blurred, blue green fantasy of underwater orgy rendered in watercolors. His spine arched, his eyes shut tightly, and buttocks clenched as he shot hot, sticky ropes into the woman's throat. She emerged from the water and the woman nibbling on his scrotum shot up from the water to straddle him in the like a trained acrobat.

The woman in his chest perched just below his diaphragm and squeezed his stomach with her thighs. He watched the woman who fellated him climb out of the pool and withdraw a translucent pouch he at first though was a jellyfish but realized it contained his semen.

The woman on his chest batted at his deflating penis behind her with one hand and take his face in the other.

"You're not clean yet, you still stink of Reman colonialism and leaded wine. Tell me cur, do you prefer lavender or rose petals?"

"What?"

His voice a barking choke.

She struck him with an open hand and began to stroke his cock with the other. Blood rushed to his face, red hot stung where her hand made contact. Blood rushed to the base of his penis, awed and aroused by her authority.

"What ain't no flower I ever heard of! Tell me what What Flowers look like!"

He acted on instinct, blood flushing to face arms around her hips lifting her up and mounting him in the water. He thrusted into her, grinding against her as his dick hardened like it could cut diamonds.

Animal instinct, hands on breasts nipples between forefinger and thumb and gently tweaking them.

There's a moment of weakness, a moan where a chink in her emotional armor is. Quickly though she regains her composure, and pupils like pin pricks flick to her twin behind maximus.

"Six, change the tune."

The woman behind him, Six's song fades as she brings her voice to a decrescendo. Neither Maximus, nor the woman riding him made a sound or moved a muscle in the silence that followed.

Six began a new song, something that was as unfamiliar to him as the previous song but not because he did not understand the lyrics. Its tune was upbeat, a song that required Six to weave prestidigitation magic to give her a back beat while her melodic voice weaved rhymes in what he assumed were sexual innuendos so filthy and coded he dared not understand them.

Above him, the mounted woman thrashed and grinded. At first it was feral, a jumpstart of sexual gyration meant to spur her partner into motion. However she quickly focused herself and began moving in time with Six's song. Her pinprick pupils focusing on Maximus's hand on her breast. She took his tanned, veiny left hand gently and guided it with her own down to her clitoris. He gently massaged her nub with the back of his hand and she exploded in sexual glee for him. She was like some great knight galloping off to their own battle hymn, and he her trusted steed.

They embraced, his other hand on his back and now fingertips stroking her upper pussy lips. She looked down at him, red-faced and sweating while planting instinctual kisses into his blonde mop of cleaned hair. Together, they locked legs, intertwined and spun down into the water. There beneath the blue green waters, under filtering torchlight streaming down to her hair and eyes and the burbling man made water fountain of mermaid fountain, they both came.

He awoke dressed in a white terry cloth bathrobe that had recently been untied. Despite remembering fading into unconsciousness underwater in the bathtub, he hadn't drown and died. At least, this wasn't what the Reman believed the afterlife was like.

Maximus looked around this square, ornate room. It was decorated with portraits of a woman with bright red hair and devil's eyes buying and selling large lots of indentured workers.

In one painting she stood above them on a platform while a chain gang of swarthy, half naked men armed with digging tools marched into what looked to be a precious gem mine. In another, she sold off a lot of men to an armored green woman dressed in lamellar armor and wielding a glaive. In the one next to it she sold off a similar lot to a gnoll woman.

He was interrupted by rattling of a beaded curtain that served as this room's only exit. From it emerged the woman with the devil's eyes from the paintings. From head to toe she was dressed in black, a low cut nightgown with a mesh lining that did nothing to hide the exquisite black and gold lingerie she hand on underneath. She stood in the doorway, arms on either side of it and stretched.

"Ah good pet you're awake."

Her voice radiated in his mind like they were his own thoughts. Clear as music playing from an invisible lyre.

"The squid?"

He asked with his mind.

"Oooh he's perceptive isn't he? Yes pet, I so much prefer to communicate with my property in the silent tongue. An ancient and arcane tradition that has been passed down with my master since its inception."

"Your master?"

"Why of course pet! Even one as everlasting and radiant as I has someone they answer to. Long ago I sold my soul to the demon prince Malcanthet."

She spread her hands wide and prestidigitated a green facsimile of her patron in green flame. She had a pair of curling horns, what looked to be a dress that on further inspection would reveal to be four giant bat wings. What genitals she had were covered by a knight's tabard that grew from a gem in her stomach. In her right hand was a wicked mace that ended in a flanged head. And Maximus quaked in awe at her image.

"She blessed me with the power to subjugate the weaker gender with eldritch magics and build my empire of slave trading."

She gestured to the wall of paintings, innumerable others cluttering the wall. Arcane lantern light reflected ghostly pale yellow in the glass reflection of the framed paintings. The pit in his stomach fell, he looked at her and spoke in the silent tongue.

"Alright I'll bite, you've got me strung up in terrycloth and your flexing about your witch powers that helps you enslave men. You had me specially brought to your room, I've been here before..."

She blushed slightly, looking away even to the floor sheepishly.

"...who do you want me to kill?"

"What?"

"Usually when I'm captured by someone it's because they need someone really good at killing people. I'm not the stealthiest political assassin but I can live off the land if need be. Got enough experience foraging for food I bet I could find some edible mushrooms around here."

"Oh my pet no. First of all, the only thing that lies east of here is a great desert filled with dangers undreamed of. To the west, your chances aren't much better. A sacked village, the stink of dead bodies and a razed harbor? What will you do? Swim to Reman?"

"I could if I wanted to."

"I doubt it pet, you strike me as more of the guarding and hunting breed rather than the water fowl retrieval type."

She smirked at her comparison, very pleased with her positon.

"Secondly, I don't need you to kill anyone. You'll make a far more profitable gladiator than you ever would an assassin. Is this truly what the Reman Emire makes of men these days?"

Her hand illuminated by flickering green light took his face into his hand and she tisked slightly.

"We are going to market in three days, slave. Three days."

Devil eyes glowed yellow, pupils red bullseyes surrounding be two concentric circles. The way she peered into him, saw into his soul and understand what he wanted and how to use it as leverage so they both got something they wanted scared him.

"I'm expecting a distinguished, strapping Reman cur such as yourself with fetch a high price with some stablemistress. The more I have to hurt you, the less I prospectively get for you."

Her hand clutching his face glowed with an emerald eldritch force and rustled the freshly shaven skin of his face. He looked up at her, awed, terrified, and aroused.