In spite of all that splendor before him the eyes of Andarun fell on a young woman seated right next to Aqqa. Her appearance was striking, unlike he has ever seen before. Her hair was a deep golden nearly outshining the jewelry of the God-King. Her eyes a blue so bright, it was almost white and her skin was tanned bronze brown. Probably the only thing on the stage that didn't portray abundant prosperity and luxury were the old rags draped around her body. A chain was connected from Aqqa's seat towards her neck restraining her. Devoid of emotion she looked outward, not really paying attention to the men scattered across the courtyard of the arena.
'She's quite something isn't she.' He said with an arrogant smirk. 'It is said she stems from lands far beyond the Sands. Tell me, Khanarian, have you ever seen such beauty? Step forward, Sunna.' With a light tug on her chain she took two steps. 'Show yourself.'
Without hesitance she untied a string attached to her hips and the rags slid down her shoulders unto the ground. Her tanned body was slender and the ends of her golden tresses touched the floor. Her breasts were large and round compared to her thin frame.
Long, thin scars covered the entirety of her body. These scars were not grotesque, but seemed rather fine, as though they were inflicted with precision.
Andarun averted his gaze quickly.
Aqqa bursted out in laughter. 'What seems to be the matter, Khanarian, not fond of girls, are we?'
''I will not dishonor her, your Holiness. It is not in our way.''
'Begone with your honor, fool. She is but a slave. And my most expensive one. She serves Aqqa, what greater honor can a slave expect? '
Wanir, the advisor spoke up. 'Sunna has been trained to serve from a young age by slavers from Tashar and they never fail to create an absolute perfect product. After their done with somebody there's barely any human left in them. Her sole purpose is to serve. Allow me to show you. Sunna, on your knees.'
The girl dropped to her knees instantly. Her eyes were sparkling bright, yet seemed hollow. Andarun felt sorry for her, but also couldn't deny he desired her greatly. Her appearance seemed unreal and the level of obedience she shown them stirred something inside him. He brushed it off quickly.
'You fought well, Khanarian. This here is my prize to you. She's yours. We'll have her sent to your chambers tonight. After, do with her whatever you seem fit'
Later that evening Sunna entered his chambers. She wore a thin, see-through silk dress with two hard nipples piercing through.
Her long, golden hair was tied up in an intricate woven, large bun which seemed even larger than her head. She walked in and stood still before him, as though awaiting orders watching him emotionless with big and beautiful blue eyes. Now that they were face to face he realized he towered over her. Andarun was tall, even for a Khanarian and this girl must have been just above five foot.
Andarun felt hesitant for a moment. "This is highly immoral.. and goes against all that I've ever stood for', he thought. But deep inside he knew there was no going back. He hadn't stopped thinking about her ever since he laid eyes upon her. He couldn't help himself to think of.. the possibilities. He was in too deep.
"Sunna, I bid you welcome. Can I offer you something to refresh yourself?" He asked politely, unsure how to start things off.
"If Master wishes for me to refresh, I shall." It was the first time he had heard her voice. It was soft and tender. His gaze lingered on her lips. They were full and thick. He imagined shortly how they would feel against his cock. A spark of excitement shot through his body.
"In that case, why won't you poor us both a glass of wine. It's right over there. Take the Tiroshan bottle, a fine year that one is." She turned around to start pouring some drinks. Andarun watched as she walked off with his eyes pausing at her hips swaying around a melon-shaped thick ass. Her proportions were absolutely perfect.
He actually thought she looked kind of unreal with a waist so small he could most likely grab it completely with both hands, yet her hips, breasts and butt were full and round. While she poured the glasses his gaze went up towards her head. Her hair was woven into this huge bun, which looked soft and it shined. Andarun always secretly had a fascination for long hair and he wondered how long hers was.
''Come sit next to me, Sunna'' She walked over and sat on the bed next to him. ''Take a sip.'' They both drank.
''Do you like it?'' ''Yes, my Master. Thank you, my Master''
'Feel free to call me Andarun, if it pleases.''
She waiting a moment before answering. 'I must call you so. I am your Servant Eternal.
''Very well. So how am I to call you? Sunna is a great name.''
''Thank you, Master. My previous Master named me Sunna, but in Tashar I was only addressed as 'Pet'. Please call me however it pleases you, Master.''
His eyes lingered on her soft skin where her many scars were visible on her legs beneath her dress. 'Who did this to you, Sunna?'
'They are my rewards, Master.'
He looked upon her face while she said that. He figured Wanir was right. It really seemed there was very little human left in her. Only the Gods knew what happened to this poor girl to make her this way, but his pity was greatly overshadowed by his lust.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked her face and her lips. He fixed a loose strand of hair and brushed it behind her ear. She truly was the most exquisite being he had ever come across. He could feel blood starting to flow towards his penis. It was time.
'Sunna, please undress yourself in front of me.'
She stood up before him and took of her silk dress.
'Step closer'. 'Of course, Master'.
Andarun started to caress her body. Starting from her hips, to her arms and hands. Her shoulders to her legs. And finally he reached for her breasts. Large as they were, they fit perfectly in his even larger hands. They felt soft, tender and squishy cupped in his hands. He started to squeeze them harder and took one of her nipples in his mouth. His cock became as hard as a rock.
''Sunna, turn around.''
''Yes, my Master.''
Now he started cupping her ass. Round and wide it rested right before his face. He gave them a couple slaps and watched it jiggle. He then grabbed her with both hands around her tiny waist and lifted her easily. ''Like a feather.'' He stared at her hair for a while and resisted the urge to grab it. Not yet, he thought. Instead he placed his hand between her crotch which has become warm and wet. He turned her around again and kissed her.
''Sunna, on your knees and open your mouth.'' She obeyed. Now it's enough with the pleasantries, he thought. By now his lust was overloading his system and he felt like an animal waiting to unleash. He couldn't believe what was about to happen. This girl would do anything he want too. Anything.
Andarun stuck his fingers in her mouth. 'Suck them'. She obeyed. She lowered her eyes.
'Look at me, Sunna. Always look at me.' She immediately looked up.
He then took his hands and firmly grasped her throat squeezing it tight. Her face slowly turned red and he kissed her. He released his grasp and struck her across the face. Then he released his cock and let it linger right next to her face. Compared to her petite stature it was massive.
No woman before has ever managed to take it down completely. But today would be the day.
He then squeezed her face tight and told her: ''You will swallow my cock whole. And will only let it go when I tell you to. Do you understand?''
Her eyes quickly darted towards his cock and back to his eyes and for the first time he saw a glimpse of some emotion. Fear.
