...Buck, he moved across his halls with a grace that radiated power and authority that made any come near him duck there heads and stop with a bow until he passed them. He typically was known for his short temper and he quickly dealt with people who have wronged him, sometimes personally executing them on the spot. This cruel justice was not biased as human servants suffered the brunt of this. Being a figure of power, Remius delighted in playing with his human servants and slaves, and not really watching out for them as he went about his day. Half a dozen humans perish in the Royal Palace daily, and almost all of them were from Remius. He would crush them, eat them, shove them into his orifices, or call over an anthro slave or servant and have them do something with a human. You had been at the palace for a month now, and somehow had managed to survive despite being classified as one of the Emperors body slaves, which had the shortest longevity of any servant in the palace. You were respected by almost all the other servants in the palace, and even some of the royal guard had taken note of your resilience. Despite this, Emperor Remius still hadn't acknowledged you or was even aware he had a human body slave that has tended him for over a month and was still kicking...until one day.
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You scrubbed as hard as you could muster on the wooden surface, the smell of Varnish burning your nostrils. You worked in silence with three other slaves nearby, working on the same task as you, which was maintenance on Remius's favorite balcony chair. You weren't exactly assigned this work by him, as you were all body slaves, but he had forgotten to bring you all with him as he got up and went elsewhere, and a passing guard assumed you were there to clean and maintain so he had fetched some varnish and given it to you. One slave threw down his rag and cursed.
"This is pointless! Why are we even trying! We all know all of us will be dead within a week, might as well enjoy our time as long as we can." He said looking around at you and the other two slaves. No one spoke or made eye contact with him, as to get tied up with his treacherous act would mean death also, there were ears everywhere in the palace. The slave speaking out, as well as you and the others wore nothing but a subligaculum, a leather loincloth that wrapped around you to make a brief like cover. Most slaves walked around in one, but other inhabitants either wore flowing robes, armor, or nothing(Like Remius). The slave looked at the others and scoffed when suddenly all of you were cast in shadow. You all look up to see a Ram in a silver and gold breastplate looking down at you.
"Slaves, his majesty is looking for you and is quite displeased, come with me now." The Ram said in a professional manner, outstretching an open palm for you all to climb into. You and the other two go with no questions asked, but the outspoken one stood there with his arms crossed. He looked up at the Ram and spat.
"I'm no slave, I'm a prisoner. And besides, his 'majesty' got up and left us on the arm rest here, knowing damn well we can't get down from here and follow, if he wants me he had to come back and get me." He says, not moving. You blink, watching this spectacle, this man had to be insane. The Ram tensed up beneath you.
"You forget your place maggot, and if you weren't requested right now i would smash you to paste under my heel. But rather, I will let his majesty deal with you himself." The Ram said, grabbing the rebellious slave and yanking him up with his free hand, making him let out a painful cry. You were carried down a couple halls and past many open rooms before you were brought into one that had a large ottoman bed in the center where Remius lay propped up on one elbow, his sculpted nude body displayed to the room. Two Royal guard were at the back at the room, playing some kind of game with marbles, they could be distinguished from other guards by their gilded gold armor with emeralds inlaid in the breastplate and a forest green cape hanging from their shoulders. One of them was a White horse and the other was a Red Fox, Aegis and Maximus if you remembered correctly. A bull and wolf slave stood on the other end of the room with hands clasped waiting to be called upon. Remius paid no mind as the Ram soldier approached him, as he was caught up in a gladiator fight happening in front of him. A Rhino was swinging a spear wildly at a Tiger, who was using just a sword to parry the jabs, they were both only in subligaculum as well, and their muscles swelled with severe use, sweat gleamed off of them and the tiger had a gash that was bleeding a good amount underneath his right eye. The soldier gave them a wide berth and approached Remius, The Royal Guard paid no heed but you knew they were ready to pounce if he was an assassin.
"Here are your Body Slaves your Holiness." The ram said bowing his head and placing you and the other two on the edge of the ottoman, while dropping the rebel on his butt closer to Remius. The Emperor didn't look over but waved the Soldier away, who left the room in an instant. You didn't hesitate as you walked past the rebel slave and dropped to a knee and spoke.
"We are here at your call my lord, permission to service you?" You say keeping your head bowed but eyes up to watch for a somatic response. Rather, Remius turned and looked at you with a peculiar smile and actually spoke directly to you, a rare thing for him to do to a slave.
"My my, someone knows exactly how I like it, rarely does a slave perform my required etiquette before engaging me. You must be well trained, unlike most of these captives that they bring to tend me. Tell me Slave, what market do you hail from so that I may request more of you?" He says with a smile that warmed and chilled you at the same time.
"The same market as all before my Lord, I just have been in your service for a month now and watched where others failed, I took my time to see what you preferred and what invited your wrath." You say keeping your head down still. A chuckle escaped Remius, a sound rarely heard as it made the Gladiators stop and the Royal guard to pause in their game.
"Truly? So this means you are a veteran at tending me?" He said in a jestful way.
"No my Lord, not in the slightest, but if you give me the opportunity I may become one given time." You say. Remius propped himself up a little more, his chest swelling as his muscles contorted under his shining short coat of cream and tan fur.
"So be it, this is quite an interesting development, I was not aware one had lived so long under the duty of tending me. I will be more cordial with you and name you head of the body slaves, first of the title. Don't mess up now...er do you have a name?". He asked politely. You hesitated, fearing this was all a jest and he was just going to kill you at the end of it.
"The only thing I have is my slave number, which is K390." You say sorrowfully. Remius clicked his tongue.
"Well...you'll be Kay from now on, relish in the pleasure of being named by Emperor Remius, Kay." The Buck said, actually holding a smile for once, which instantly faded when the rebel spoke.
"All of our slave numbers start with a letter, am I M now? You don't get to-". The rebel was suddenly lifted high in the air and held in front of Remius, who frowned at the slave in between his thumb and index. He glanced at the gladiators who still stood there staring and they flinched under his gaze, instantly resuming their fight and filling the room with clatter again.
"You deplorable insect, you misunderstand. Kay gets a name because he proved himself. You get nothing because you are nothing." As Remius speaks you notice his sheath relax and slide back as his pale, pink member erected itself over you and the other two body slaves. You whisper back to them, taking on your new role.
"Lesson one, don't speak unless spoken to during work, only when introducing or moving to a tender location for confirmation. Breaking rules equals death.". You say somberly. Remius continued releasing his cock, the member dwarfing all of you as he rolled onto his back and inserted the rebel up to his neck in his cock head. The rebel, who was indeed crazy spat insults at the Buck.
"You Royal Bastard, you killed my country! You won't kill me! I'll kill you! I will aven-!". He was cut off as Remius placed his thumb on the rebels head and let his dick consume him, a bulge slowly drifted down the length of the cock, wriggling the whole way before disappearing into the folds of the sheath at its base. Remius rolled back on his side and continued watching the fight, after a couple seconds he moaned as one of his enormous balls showed signs of life inside them, muffled screams and curses barely reached your ears as Remius rubbed his balls almost lovingly.
"Fret not slave, for just as your country was absorbed into my empire, your body will be absorbed into mine. So enjoy the hallucinatory madness that envelops you as you are slowly digested by my balls over the next few weeks." He said before leaning back into his original position to continue watching his entertainment. A whimper escaped one of the slaves behind you, causing the Buck to look at you and them again.
"Well Kay? Get to work, I feel the inside of my sheath may need tending, my feet are a tad sore, and my hole may require service." He said before looking back onto the fight. You blink before ordering the two slaves to tend to the other two regions as you tend to...
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