Slaves in the Royal Castle didn't sleep with their masters or mistresses. Every night, we were taken down to the dungeon level and an authoritative woman named Letherine would put us to bed.
Letherine was charged with making certain the slaves were groomed, fed, given proper medical care and put to bed at night. Sometimes I thought of her as the "slave babysitter", although I never mentioned that thought out loud.
When the slaves were put to bed, we were chained so that we couldn't touch ourselves or each other. Of course, that meant I woke up sexually frustrated every morning.
We all slept together in one large room, with approximately fifty beds. None of us got blankets, so there were dozens of naked slaves with perfect bodies visible all around me. Some of the slaves slept fitfully and I could see them arch their backs and strain their thigh muscles as they struggled against their chains. It was distracting to watch and made it difficult to sleep.
My dreams tended to be filled with erotic images and graphic sexual content. I don't remember all of them, however, a lot of them involved me being naked and getting chased by a malevolent crowd.
Sometimes I was chased through the woods, other times I would get chased down a public street, sometimes I would get chased through my old high school, once or twice I was pursued through an abandoned warehouse. Sometimes at the end of the dream, I'd get caught and my captors would fondle me roughly, pinch my nipples, slap my ass and force their fingers into my vagina.
Anna would come to visit me once or twice a week. She was a human visiting the castle of a Sidhe Royal Family in a Faerie Land. As such, she had something like ambassador status when she arrived. She was accorded certain rights and could speak with me in private and give me the potions that she brewed to calm my fears and keep me from panicking during my captivity.
For my part, I was still just a slave, so when I met with Anna, I was naked, usually locked in a cell and quite often wearing shackles.
Panthell was a woman who worked in the castle and was given authority over the slaves. She was slender, with strong arms and a no-nonsense personality. She usually dressed in a gray tunic that reminded me of a prison guard uniform.
"Place your hands behind your back," Panthell ordered and then I heard the click of shackles as she locked them on my wrists. A metal collar was then locked around my throat.
The metal shackles on my wrists were joined to the back of my collar with a short chain, preventing me from protecting my naked bottom. I took this as a clue that my ass was going to get whipped or spanked or paddled.
Then, a chain was secured to the front of my collar and Panthell used it like a leash to lead me down a series of corridors. She then unlocked an imposing metal door and ordered me to step inside.
It was a dark, intimidating cell with stone floors, stone walls and metal rings set at various heights in the walls. Panthell attached my leash to one of the rings, at about shoulder height.
"You have a visitor today," Panthell informed me, "When we're done preparing you, she'll be sent in."
Of course, by preparing me, Panthell meant making me look even more like a slut than I already did. Being naked wasn't enough. Panthell wanted me to look like I was not only available for sex, but desperate for it.
Panthell sent for Gudrun, to shave my loins. There was only a patch of short, barely noticeable stubble, but Panthell insisted that my pubes be completely smooth and exposed before I could receive any visitors.
Gudrun walked purposefully into my cell, with a bucket of hot water, a clean towel, a razor and some soap. She had shaved me before, but the girl's cold, impersonal attitude always made me somewhat afraid of her.
"Legs wide apart," Gudrun commanded me curtly, and then she proceeded to feel up my pink slit from top to bottom before washing my loins with soap and water. Next, she proceeded to pry my buttocks apart and wash the delicate, pink flesh of my anus.
My legs were trembling slightly as Gudrun ran her hands all over my private parts and lathered me up. And when my vulva was all slick and soapy, the girl pulled out her straightedge razor and began to shave me.
The look on Gudrun's face was unfriendly, but her hands were steady and careful as she gently removed stubble from the most intimate part of my female anatomy.
"Try not to tremble," the woman said as she gently edged the razor down my flesh, a hair's breadth away from the swollen folds of my pubic lips, "I don't want to cut you."
My legs were spread out wide, leaving my pink slit vulnerable, while an unfriendly, businesslike woman held a sharp razor up to my sex, and she wanted me not to tremble? My heart was racing, and a sensation of panic swirled around inside of me, but I tried to obey.
I could feel Gudrun's hot breath on my gaping pussy as my sex throbbed. I didn't want to get turned on at the touch of a cold, aloof, razor-wielding servant girl like Gudrun, but my body was so responsive at that point, almost any physical contact was sexually arousing.
As I mulled it over in my head, Gudrun was an attractive woman. Her clothing didn't flatter her figure like the tailored gowns worn by the queen or the queen's daughters, but she was slender and appeared to have some delicious feminine curves underneath her unattractive tunic.
After shaving my vulva, Gudrun had me bend over slightly and proceeded to shave away some small, delicate hairs she found on my anus.
When she was finished, and had washed away the soapy residue from my anus and pudendum, she gave my loins an approving look and said, "I hope your visitor appreciates the work I have done here. You now look quite smooth and touchable."
Gudrun gave me a look that was unreadable, but at that moment I wanted her to touch me again. I wanted her to shove her fingers deep inside of me and finger my vagina until I had an explosive orgasm, and I got my juices all over her fingers, but sadly, Gudrun did nothing like that. Instead, she just grabbed her soap, bucket, her razor and her towel, and she walked out of my cell with the same sort of businesslike attitude she had when she walked in.
"Uuhhhhhh,"
I groaned in sexual frustration, and then Panthell informed me there was one more thing that needed to be done to me before I was ready to receive visitors.
"Panthell, please," I pleaded, "I'm naked, chained and my pussy is obscenely exposed, what more could you possibly be thinking of doing to me?"
Panthell gave me an intense look and I noticed that she had cat-like eyes. They were a sort of golden-green color and instead of having circular pupils like humans, she had vertical slits. The intensity of her gaze intimidated me, and the cat-like nature of her eyes reminded me that Panthell wasn't human. That's when I averted my gaze and nervously bit my lower lip, regretting the fact that I'd spoken to her in the first place.
"Slaves need to be ready for sex at all times," Panthell replied firmly, "And all visitors need to be able to see your readiness the moment they glance at your body."
I was left panting, with my wrists bound securely behind my back, my breasts thrust out towards Panthell as if I were offering them up to be fondled or abused. Of course, Panthell took advantage of my vulnerable breasts. She reached out with both hands and began to fondle my nipples.
When she first placed her hands on them, I assumed that she was going to pinch them and hurt them cruelly, but instead she gently stroked them and then she leaned forward so that she could leisurely kiss them and lick them with her tongue.
Her tongue felt rough, almost like sandpaper. Of course, I reminded myself Panthell wasn't human. I shouldn't be surprised that her tongue felt differently on my nipples than a human tongue.
I moaned and gasped as her lips and tongue found my nipples and drove me crazy with lust. The nerve endings in my nipples seemed to be connected directly to the nerve endings in my clit and couldn't help rubbing my naked thighs together as my pussy throbbed and begged for attention.
