Worthless was the youngest of the female slaves in the Dungeon. She was also a brunette, as that was her Master's preference. Unlike the other two female slaves she had resisted her confinement the hardest when she first arrived and had suffered the worst punishments.
Her body was as flawless as the other two with one exception. On her left heel was a brand, long healed. The mark was a simple X, the first that foretold her death if she continued. She had been told that there would be one on her left heel, then her right. After those she would be killed for inability to obey. Whenever Worthless was feeling upset or in pain she would caress the mark to remind herself that she had one more chance.
For now she lay on her mat, trying to pass the time between either service or training. Time was a slave's worst enemy, especially when given on purpose as her Master was wont to do.
"Worthless, office."
She rose from the mat and walked out the doorless cell toward the office that her Master called his own. Her stomach wavered as she approached the door, sinking to her knees. If she entered the office without permission she would be corrected, and she had been corrected more than she ever wanted.
"Come in, Worthless." her Master's voice coaxed her and she rose, one foot stepping over the threshold. Finding herself not shocked she moved to the desk and knelt. "I have a auction to go to soon. You will be accompanying me, slave."
Worthless didn't speak, as she had not been asked a question. Her Master loved silence, in both his Dungeon and his slaves. Now she once again waited, this time at her Master's feet. While before was boring, her current position was stressful. She had to watch for any motion that could be a command to her; missing could be painful for her.
Next to her Master worked, fiddling with something on his desk while she stared at the floor. Moments later there was a hand on her head shoving her forward and under the desk.
Hurrying she climbed into the small space under the desk, barely large enough to hold her and waited as her Master moved his chair forward. When he was within reach she opened his pants and pulled out his hard cock, leaning in to caress it with her tongue.
It was now a dangerous line she walked, keeping him interested in the oral sex without overly distracting him while he worked. She licked the tip, running the tip of her tongue around the sensitive ridge of his cock. Once finished she ran up and down the shaft.
"Good slave." came praise from her Master and she sighed. Even if he wasn't being overly nice, he wasn't currently being cruel and for his long lived slave, that was enough. "Our ride will be here soon. Service."