"NINETY-EIGHT!" I was working in the garden when I heard the voice bellow from the main house off in the distance. Soft soil penetrated my toes as I quickly stood. My flowered sundress and long brown hair fluttered in the gentle breeze. A large hat protected my face and eyes from the bright sun. Gloves on my hands kept the dirt away. Knowing the voice belonged to The Lady of the House, I handed my basket to my good friend and proceeded to run as fast as possible. Making the Lady impatient provoked unpleasant punishments. After years of use, the chastity belt was hardly noticeable, even in a full sprint.
I knew she was smiling, even from a distance, at my small firm breasts attempting to bounce back and forth. Dropping to a knee and bowing my head upon arrival, as is expected, I ensured my speech was clear and articulate. "Yes, Milady?" Lady hates mumbling as well as quietness, and with her being a story above, guaranteeing she could hear me is a must.
"Master wishes to speak with you, Ninety-Eight." Her voice was always firm and kind. She commanded respect from all the slaves, mostly with love but through fear if necessary.
Confused, I froze as my mind raced. I am a lesser slave and a gardener, not allowed to refer to or think of him as Master, only Sir. By my status's very nature, Sir very rarely wishes to speak with me. When he does it is always at night and very little talking commences. Fear and excitement coursed through my veins.
"Well, Ninety-Eight? Are you going to come in or just sit there like a turtle on a log and keep Master waiting?" The mockery in her voice is clearly evident. The Lady found perplexed people most amusing.
Knowing, as a lesser slave, I am not permitted to enter the main house by way of the front door, I stand up and begin heading towards the lesser slaves' residents. Many pathways intertwine through the compound, several of which join up to the lesser slave tunnels. From there, I would be able to wash up and head to Sir's office.
"Ninety-Eight, come through the front door, we have not the time to waste." Baffled, I look up to see the Lady. Her beauty is astonishing as always. Her long brown hair, curling slightly at the ends was always perfectly done. Today she wore a red corset with black trim and roses, making how her already large tits did not pop out a mystery. A matching long red skirt gently brushed the floor. A beautifully made and simple metal collar following around her neck line was the envy of all the slaves. It is said, Sir has offered to replace the collar several times, but she always refuses. The symbol of his protection was the first ever given, before the horrid war ever began. Many rumor it is the only collar able to be removed. Meaning she was able to leave if she ever wished to go. Master and Lady survived before and during the war. Now they help with post war efforts. She would never leave his side.
In the Lady's shadow as always is The Captain of the Guards, Six. As head of the guards, the Lady's personal escort and the tallest woman in the compound she is strength and loyalty personified. Bearing a golden collar informed all she is a Grand Slave. Her golden shield and spear glistened in the sunlight, ready to serve whenever required. Dawning a golden chastity belt and bra showed her worth. She was the only one whose key is only held by Lady and not Sir as well. From down here the twin pistols on the front of her belt were barely visible. The sword on her right, however, was clearly in view. Even though the massive shield covered her left side I could feel the presence of her whip, behind the shield, as my back tingles remembering its sting. Her favorite weapon of all however, was the shotgun slung around her back. The strap crossing in between her locked metal bra held many shells. Most believe Six shaves her head as a result of her hair only growing in splotches due to the innumerable battle scars which cover her entire body.
Before the war firearms were banned and destroyed, making them uncommon. Sir seemed to have plenty.
Hesitantly, I proceed through the front entrance. Startled as two guards step before me, blocking my way, I stagger backwards. Standing at over 6' tall, and towering over my 5' 2" petite frame, my neck strains as I look up. Skin tight underwear showing off the outline of their massive caged packages induces flushness upon my face. I have always imagined being fucked by the guards, penetrated from both ends, all my holes filled. Many of the other girls said they had the stamina of a wild stallion. Those who have experienced being filled by them, often mentioned the pain. Not caring about the pain, I wanted to engulf their massive cocks into all of my fuck holes. The sword and pistol attached to the thick leather belt wrapped around chiseled abs only made them more desirable. I would give anything to be laid upon their shield and have their cocks plunged into me like the spears they wield into a victim. My gaze followed up impressive chest muscles, to the large flat metal collars they wore, where the over lapping "S" and "T" of House Sir Twitchell displayed proudly. Noticing a bracer on branded arms I quickly I averted my gaze, lesser slaves are not to look upon greater slaves. However, it was too late, my aching unused cunt was already dripping.
"Eight, Twelve. Let her pass."
Stepping out of the way, their perfect form and discipline showed, as they precisely mirrored each other. With room to pass, I slid by, my heart pounding, daydreaming of being between the two, pounded from both ends.
The main house was so clean, and I so dirty, I felt ashamed. Instantly, thoughts of fornication passed as nervousness took over.
"Come Ninety-Eight. Let's get you cleaned up."
Shaking off the nervous feelings, I quickly ran up the stone stairs. Dropping to my knees, with head down in front of the Lady, allowed me to enjoy the cool stone beneath my feet for a moment. Certainly a nice change from the outside heat.
"Follow."
Lady walked down a hallway with Six in tow. Everything about this house accentuated beauty. The dragon and crossbow making the "S" and "T" of House Twitchell's Coat of Arms is exquisitely painted on every door, ensuring none forgot where they are. Iron lanterns expertly crafted to appear as black roses on fire, let off illumination every several feet. Marbling of the floor, walls, and ceiling, told of an epic battle between the mighty oceans and powerful gods. Several rooms down, Lady stopped and opened a door.
"We are fine Six. You will wait here," Lady informed the Captain, as she walked into the room, motioning me to followed. Once in, Six closed the door behind us.
The room was breathtaking. The far corner rose into the largest tub I had ever seen. It could easily hold at least half a dozen people. Water flowed from the ceiling like a gentle rainfall filling the tub. Bathing and hygiene products of ever type lined the wall. Sun beams passing through a window warmed a rack of towels.
"Strip and spread," commanded Lady, "clothes over there," pointing to a basket by the door.
Quickly I removed my gloves and hat, tossing them into the basket. Sliding the straps of my dress off my shoulders, permitted it to fall gracefully to the floor, before I tossed it into the basket as well. Exposed, my tits stood at attention. Obediently, my fingers became interlocked behind my head, boastfully showing off the brands on both forearms. My mouth easily opened wide, as expected, thanks to the required open mouth gag training. Finally, my legs spread giving Lady full view and access of this body.
Lady fiddled with a ring of keys until she found the one she wanted. Kneeling down before me to remove my chastity belt, I know she could smell my earlier wetness. "You are excited about something," she stated with a smile. Once again I began to moisten, recalling the occurrence with the guards. Suddenly, I feel her finger penetrate my pussy. I try not to gasp. I have not been allowed to make noise. My rarely used fuck hole begins instantly dripping, soaking Lady's fingers. Slowly her fingers are removed, gliding across my swollen clit. Her fingers are placed into my wide open mouth.
"Close." I obeyed, making sure to simply close my mouth and nothing more. "Clean." Happily I begin to suck her fingers dry. The taste of my own juices is something I have learned to enjoy. Once clean, her fingers were disappointedly removed. My mouth re-opened.
"Need I remind you what happens to those who please themselves without permission?" Her hands slide over the inside of my scared thighs, the consequence of a previous violation on my part.
"No, Milady."
