A Clan's Sex Slave

"Wake up you lot!" The sound of yelling and banging on the wall was masked by the mixed groans of the males in the room. "We need messenger and bed mates." The yelling continued before heavy footsteps rapidly left, the sounds of beds starting to creak as some started to get up while others tried to get back to sleep. They were all slaves of war, taken to a foreign land to be sold to whatever lord or lady wanted them at the time. They had all been there long enough to learn most of the foreign tongue.

William was one such male, slowly getting up and starting to make his way down the hall with the rest of the messenger. Short brown hair and dull brown eyes with an athletic build that only forced manual labour could give. He was a little shorter than the rest but they all mostly had the same body type, thin and long legs, capable of running for either speed or endurance, whatever their destination was they were the best option. The 'bed mates' on the other hand were muscular and handsome, and unlike them were much more eager to be bought considering what their job was.

Sva'dere was past the northern hills, a country that was under constant snow half the year and chilly dryness the other half. Despite being slaves they were at least given ample clothing, although the bed mates would be forced to strip to be put on display and they would have to endure. William shuffled out with a dozen other messengers and a few bed mates, the larger males pushing past them and entering the main room they took their positions. A simple wall lined with windows to give ample lighting and a raised floor to display was meant for them, while the rest of the room was open spaced for a buyer to stand and inspect.

Everyone's eyes locked onto the buyer, a woman of high stature and maybe even a noble lady, although William was unsure exactly how politics or rankings worked here. The lady that was buying them was exotic and attractive, despite them technically being the exotic ones. Soft caramel skin and ample curves were easy to see under the expensive robe she wore, coloured with red and silver in intricate patterns. Silvery white hair was pushed back to show bright crimson eyes staring back at the males, features common to the people of Sva'dere. The only other people in the room was the seller, and two guards by the lady with the same red and silver colours and one even held her coat.

"What are these?" She suddenly spoke, looking patiently at the small man as she waved one hand stiffly towards the handsome males and instantly every single one of them tensed.

"It's the bed mates! You said that you were looking for messengers and a bed mate so I brought them out." He replied quickly and with a small bow, surprisingly calm under the scrutiny.

"Send them away," She spoke before she turned her full attention to the messengers, "I will choose my bed mate from these sphrei." William wasn't familiar with the last word but his heart started to race as she was picking a bad mate from the messengers, although he wasn't sure if he was excited or scared. He couldn't look up, knowing that he was meant to obediently look down at his feet until allowed to look up, Sva'dere was very strict with their social standards and any step out of line would be met with harsh punishments. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, William swearing he could even hear the sound of the light hitting him as he kept his eyes downcast and the lady stepped forward slowly, surprisingly not asking to remove their clothes and the short man didn't say anything either.

A long minute dragged by, followed by another one before she finally spoke again. "Which ones have the most stamina?"

"The two golden males are great for long distances, Reece, Mike, come down." He replied, referring to the blonde twins although gold was the closest word they had for blonde in their language. It was hard to see what gestures were being thrown about or who she was looking at with his eyes downwards, although he could see the person standing next to him shifting from one foot to another nervously. He did his best to keep himself calm, although his mind was racing.

"And..." She hummed softly, her voice getting louder as she stepped closer. "I'll have the short one. That is all."

William blinked a few times and looked up after a few seconds with everyone else, unsure if he was the 'short one' or not and the female was grabbing her coat and leaving while the other guard was taking care of the payment.

"William get down here, and the rest of you go to sleep!" The man shouted as he took a small handful of silver coins from the guard. "Get your clothes and head outside, the Lady will be taking you back tonight."

That brought a small sigh from the twins, it was early winter and at this time of night it would be freezing. The 'clothes' was just an extra coat to wear outside so they wouldn't freeze to death, although only barely. A large, patchy blanket made from discarded fabric with a hole for the head was in a box near the back and they all went over to grab one, as well as some crudely made shoes.

"I guess we'll have to share then, ay brother?" Mike started to speak, making Reece smirk up at him as he pulled the blanket over his head. By the way she had asked for them it was rather hard to know who she intended to be a bed mate, although William didn't think it would be all three. It would be either the twins or him, and none of them would know until the time came.

"There's no need to share, she'll know who's the better brother rather quickly." Reece shot back, and soon the competitive banter between brothers ensued. William blocked the arguing out, everyone had learned to do that after spending any amount of time with the twins. The argument stopped rather quickly once they made it outside, either the cold shutting them up or the dozen other guards that were stationed there. They all wore red and silver, obviously this woman was from a powerful clan and he wondered just how long the walk was.

Between the quiet night and the whispering of the twins, picking up the conversation between the lady and one of the guards was easy. She was walking in the middle of the group and surrounded by guards. Two guards behind them made sure they didn't run and two guards were up ahead for some reason or another, William was no tactician and didn't understand the formation fully.

"I think it would be better to stop at the town house and wait for morning, Mirial, we'll be cutting off fingers and toes by the time we get to the estate." William had to hold back a sigh of relief at that, knowing that he wasn't meant to be eaves dropping. He also learned the lady's name which was nice and he mouthed it a few times to get used to it.

"Very well, send a guard ahead to prepare them of my arrival. We'll stay until noon and leave when it's hottest, hopefully we have some better clothes for them than these rags." William heard Mirial reply, before the conversation went quiet.

The town house wasn't that far but William could feel that his ears were numb by the time they got there. The town house was large compared to the ones they had at home, a tall wall and a rather large building with the second and third story filled with windows to look down onto the street. The Sva'dere was a mix between Japanese and Tribal decorations, shingles on the roof of the town house and smaller shingles on the wall. Small bone chimes painted with silver and crimson decorated the wall, up high enough that they wouldn't be stolen and they sung with hollow noises in the wind. The town house was already occupied by two guards that bowed low to the lady as they let them all in, soon getting inside and William felt dizzy as he walked into the surprisingly warm home.

"Take the two golden ones to the slave quarters so they can sleep, the brown haired one can go up and bathe. Bring me something light to eat!" Mirial commanded as she handed her coat off to one of the guards while two other guards simply started to escort the twins away. William hesitated a bit before one of the maids broke away from Mirial and gestured for William to follow, which William hesitantly obeyed as the maid led him upstairs.

The two flights of stairs were silent until they reached the top, the entire upper floor being one large room simply separated by thin sheets of silk that hung from the roof. They were all drawn opened now so William could see everything; a large bed, a desk, a tub. Already he was being led towards the bath and a large pot was nearby, filled with steaming hot water that had already been prepared.

"Mirial won't tolerate disobedience, so I hope you know how to follow orders unlike the last one." The maid suddenly spoke as she started to pour hot and cold water into the tub, William only noticing her features now. She was average looking, somewhat dark skin that would be rather light for a Sva'dere and short white hair. She was only about his height and with the simple thin slave robe that cut off at her thighs, it was easy to see the lithe nature of her body. He didn't stare for long, being more concerned about her statement.

"What happened to the last one?" William asked, slowly starting to remove his clothes so he could bathe. The hot bath would be a welcome, he hadn't had a bath in days and all the ones he'd had were Luke warm at best.

"The last one was full of himself and forgot his place, so the mistress had him tied up outside in the middle of winter." William's throat tightened at that, knowing that it was a death sentence and he soon dumped his clothes on the floor, feeling somewhat cold in the nude. "You are a slave, a toy and nothing more, remember that and maybe you'll live the winter." She said as she finished filling the bath, giving him one long intimidating stare before she moved away, going over to the bed and starting to clean it.

William sighed and dipped his foot into the bath, wincing a bit as his feet were still cold from walking outside. He slowly stepped into the tub until the water reached his thigh and the other leg soon followed, before he happily sank down into the hot water and closed his eyes. As much as he wanted to enjoy himself he was quick out of habit, using the soap filled sponge to clean the grime from his body.

Soon the maid returned and he was out, warm towels being handed to him and William was starting to feel like the maid already didn't like him. He understood why, he had the easiest job a slave could have and he'd hated the bed mates just as the rest of the messengers had. It was a jealous hate, but it still made him uneasy. In the midst of drying his hair Mirial came upstairs, her eyes instantly locking onto him and a wide smile formed on her lips.

"You can go now Jesmir." She spoke in a cheery voice, the maid turning and bowing to her before quickly making her way downstairs. William was left alone with Mirial now, his cheeks a slight red as she looked him up and down, her hands slipping under his as she took the towel and dried his hair herself. "So what's your name?" She asked as she let the towel drop to the floor, starting to move away from him.

"William, m'lady." He replied, quickly following as the warmth from the bath stayed with him. He couldn't help but stare at what would be his new mistress, without the heavy coat on it was easy to see ample curves and soft unblemished skin that only a high born could have. She was taller than him by a few inches and carried herself gracefully across the room to the bed, waiting for William to follow before she started to close the curtains around the bed.

It wasn't until he was closer that he saw why she was being quiet, noticing that she was mouthing his name a few times as it would be a foreign name to her. "Okay Will, and how old are you?" The shortening of one's name in Sva'dere was normally an insult, but considering his status it was common to shorten a slaves name.

"I turned twenty last spring." He commented, although he knew that Sva'dere and the kingdom had different customs and ways of measuring age. In the kingdom, the first flower of spring marked a 'year' for everyone, while here everyone counted a year with the season they were born in.

The last curtain was drawn closed at that, Mirial turning around and smiling softly at William, although her eyes betrayed something else. She didn't say anything or give him any warning as she suddenly stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against her taller frame and his cheek met the soft texture of her robe and breasts. "Well spring comes a little later here, if at all, but I bet spring in the kingdom is wonderful." She stated, holding him for a moment more before letting go. William instantly stepped back although didn't notice the slight change of position, the back of his feet hitting the bed and he was soon trapped between her and the bed.

He bit his lip to stop himself from saying anything, slowly sitting down on the bed as he looked up at Mirial and she started to take her over robe off, the fancy dress coming off with ease. The expensive silk under robe left nothing to the imagination as it hugged her body and was only a few buttons away from being undone completely. The robe flared open a bit as she moved forward, sitting down rather prominently in his lap and he shuddered as he felt skin against skin as the robe simply went around his legs.

"First rule, you are to call me mistress in bed." She said with a seductive tone, with her in his lap and already being taller than him, he was face to face with two perfectly round breasts that were only hidden by a thin sheet of silk. He shuddered and nodded, his hands almost instinctively moving to rest on her hips, before he felt her hands roughly grab his wrists, nails digging into his skin a bit as she removed his hands from her hips. He couldn't help but gasp as he hands were twisted painfully up and he felt himself slowly leaning back a bit, before Mirial leaned forward just a bit more to make him fall down onto his back.

"Second rule, you don't touch me, or yourself unless I say you can." She said with a slightly harder tone, before her strict expression disappeared and was overcome with playful lust once again. Her grip on his wrists relaxed a bit but guided them up towards the top of the bed and William's blush only increased.

"Yes mistress." He managed to say in a soft tone, his eyes locked onto her breasts as she leaned forward to continue moving his wrists. The warm round butt in his lap was a perfect size and moulded into his lap with ease. His length was already getting hard from the attention and with the soft warm body on top of him and the smells of feminine scented oils, he was too distracted to notice his wrists until the last knot was tightened.

"What are yo-" His words were cut off as her hands quickly came down over his mouth, silencing him as she slowly laid her body down on him. Nothing more than muffled noises came from him as his hands stretched and strained against the tough but soft leather that was binding his hands to the bed head.

"And no complaining or begging, unless I ask for it of course." She whispered into his ear, her breasts pushing firmly against his upper chest before slowly she sat up again, her hands leaving his mouth. He opened his mouth to speak again, but soon closed his mouth as he had nothing to say. He remembered the words from the maid, he was just a toy for her, but he was going to be the best toy he could. His back arched a bit and he pulled against the leather again, before stopping as he felt it only made it tighter.

He looked up at her with pleading eyes, slowly starting to feel her hips move and his hardened member was trapped between supple thighs. He was decent in size, about 8 inches and the top of his member peeked out from the top of her thighs and pressed against her stomach. With the slow movements her warm thighs rubbed against his length and he could feel a slight wetness against his length too, soon noticing that in this position her groin was just against his balls.

Feeling himself start to heat up with arousal, his lips parted a little as he tried to move as well, pushing his hips up and trying to move in rhythm with her hips. He got in motion and got the hang of it rather quickly and it only made Mirial smile wider. Her hands reached up to start unbuttoning her robe, one by one her cleavage being shown more and more as her hands worked down.

"Tell me Will~ Are my people sought out in the kingdom as much as your people are in Sva'dere?" She asked, appearing to try conversation although William could only see lust in her eyes.

"We don't have slaves in the-" He wasn't one to stutter but the robe in front of him flared open as the last button was undone, soon slipping off her shoulders and onto his legs. "in the kingdom mistress." He continued with a groan, watching her hands return to her front to teasingly squeeze her own breasts and by the look on his face, she loved how he was reacting.

The grinding didn't last long, after getting the robe off and a few more squeezes of her breasts, she soon set her hands down on the bed to support herself as she leaned forward. Her butt left his lap and William bit his lip as he tried to push his hips up more so he could press against her again, only for a hand on his stomach to force him back down.

"Your skin is so light." She whispered hotly into his chest, before her eyes closed and she suddenly bit down hard on his chest. He gasped softly before her teeth left him, leaving a bite mark on his chest. He felt the warm wetness of her tongue as she licked the bite mark a few times, only to move up a bit and suddenly she was sinking her teeth into his shoulder instead. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but quickly bit back his complaints as he felt another bite on the soft part of his arm.

The third bite didn't hurt as much, instead giving him a strange feeling of pleasure and she slowly sat back up. The tip of his member felt wet and as he opened his eyes. He watched as she lined him up before she sunk down into his lap, her lips parting to moan and her eyes closing for just a moment. The hot tight feeling surrounding his length made him lose his place for a moment, eagerly driving his hips upwards before the feeling of nails digging into his belly made him stop.

"Bad." A harsh tone came from Mirial before he hands relaxed a bit, smiling as she glared down at him. Her thighs hugged his hips and her butt fitted perfectly in his lap, wiggling side to side a bit which gave their skin a pleasant heat. He still felt her hands on his stomach and the light feeling of her nails on his skin, but at least she wasn't digging them into him now.

She didn't do much other than wiggle her hips and butt a little, her eyes half closed in pleasure and her back somewhat arched. Letting out hot breaths of air, William couldn't help but want more and he strained against his binds a bit wanting to reach out and grab the lovely pair of breasts in front of him. "Mistress, please." He spoke out, knowing that he wasn't allowed to but he was getting needy.

Hearing him beg a little and looking so yearn-fully up at her seemed to make her even more aroused, a smirk on her lips as she leaned forward, her breasts an inch away from his face. "Please what?" She asked in a teasing tone, soft hands sliding up his chest and he shivered again from the feeling.

"Please can I move?" He groaned out, not being able to help but lift his hips a little as he waited for his answer. A small giggle and nod was all he needed before he started to steadily buck his hips up at her, his eyes instantly closing and his mouth opening as he moaned out in pleasure. Mirial was just enjoying the ride, not moving much and watching him with lustful amusement as he enjoyed her hot insides.