Silk Dreams chapters 1-3

Silk Dreams


My eye cracks open just a scosh, my mind trying to come up from it coma like state of unconcioness once again from another beating by the Master. Having had the whip layed into me sharper than usual,

rending the flesh from the muscle, I had bled copious amounts of blood leaving me quiet weak and unable to stand unaided. therefore I was thankful for the post i was lashed to. My eyes effectively sealed

shut one by swelling and the other by the thick crusty residue of coagulating blood. I could hear a voice, somewhat familier to me, as if from a great distance cooing "Good your waking. He looks like hell right

now but normally when he hasn't been a bad boy and is all right and well behaved, he can be a rather striking beauty. If you want him a bit harder looking make him grow his beard. It's quite effective on him"

I feel hands unbucklinging the leather straps that hold me against the wooden post my chest is pressed to it, hanging limply, my awakening muscles and joints screaming in protest as I attempt to make them

work so I don't fall to the ground when unstraped. But to no availe. I slide down the post, my head falling back like a new born infants swiveling uncontrolably on the neck. I feel the sensation of splinters

piercing my flesh on my slow torturous decent. I end in a crumpled heap, hunched over, face to the ground unable to move. Then strong hands slide gently under my arm pits, slowly raising me off the cold

flagstones. A soft moan illicites from my chest and my mind wonders "Who is that? They sound so sad" The Master gives a grunting like gafaw and watches as I am raised into the strong arms of my new

Master to be spitirited away to my new home not knowing what was in store for me. When we reach his home, modest but elegant, if not stoic in style, I again crack my one eye open and peer up to his face.

Curious, I think to myself, He carried me the whole way. Why not go by horse or wagon? Surly he wasnt that poor. He is after all one of the Masters highest warrior guards and the Master insist that his people

are all well cared for. Well, most of us. Unbeknowingest to me he was his Captain. The Masters personal body guard. So, I was still to be kept an eye on by the Master. Gone but not too far from reach and he

had a very long reach.

The Captain called out and a host of people suddenly surrounded us in a flurry of activity. "Take him, bath him and tend his wounds. Care for him well. I want him for tonight" I wasn't sure i liked the sound

of that at all. I sounded like the main course. I was kind of hoping to be ignored. Not feeling quite up to entertaining tonight under the circumstances. I felt myself be transferred to other arms and carried to

another part of the rather sizable house. My head swam and I blessedly passed out from the searing pain in my joints and the lashes on my back that i had slowely started becoming aware of as he had walked

with me. The next sensation was fire scalding my back and i heard my own voice scream out in agony.The salt water they had lowered me into was ment to cauterize and cleans the wounds but that wasn't

quite the reaction they were getting and especially not gratitude for the thought. Instead I lashed out and my fist connected with something or someone. Then I heard him bellowing "GODS, you're either the

stupidest slaves I have are the most sadistic. I said use the salve on him. He's far too wounded for the salt right now" I was shocked at his seeming compassion. A kind warrior? I heard the flurry of activity

once again and watched him withdraw from the room. It was then I observed his stature. He was massive.  A giant next to the Master and totally beautiful. I felt like hiding my hidious disfigured face from

him. He had the body of Adonnis and the face of the arch angel Michael with long wavy-curly deep aubern tresses that looked like spun rubies glistening in the fire light. Eyes sharp as that of a hawks, but

somehow with a gentleness close to the surface. I felt an ease wash over me like warm milk and let myself drift once more.

When i woke this final time i was reclining on a tufted gold silk and blood red velvet divan looking for all the world like i belonged there and had always been there. The revered family pet! Wait...What? Me?

Revered? I shoook the thought away with a toss of my head and looked down the length of my body at the luxurious and costly silks that adorned it. Brillient scarlet red with gold chains dangling from the

waist in loops. On one ankel were silver dancers bells and on inspection with my hand, some what painfully so, hung not my customery slaves nose ring but a wedding chain that went from where my nose

ring traditionally was to an uncomfortable new hole in my left ear lobe, then to the cartilage at the top of the ear. I was not only owned...I was Married? I looked around curiously and my eyes came to rest

on the ruby tressed Adonnis who was my new Master. There on an ajacent divan, foot to foot with mine, he lay comfortably watching intently the dancing slave on the open floor before us twirlling and

gyrating sensously to the melodic sounds drifting from behind us where the musicans were sitting. My movement caught from the corner of his eye his head snaped to face me fully and his eyes narrowed

slightly as they lit on my prone form. I suddenly felt more necked than i ever had in my life. This was not a look of "I know what you look like undressed" but instead I know what your thinking. The only thing

missing on his face at the moment was the arched eyebrow... never mind...there it was! His mouth turned up ever so slightly at the corner and he said simply "Well, welcome back, MINE" MINE? "Dance for

us" he commanded. I lowered my eyes and tilted my head rising from my repose, every joint in my body screaming as i moved through the complicated steps, my hips swaying ever so sensously, my feet

gliding so delicatly across the smooth marble floor. I was good...and I knew I was good, I had after all trained many a slave myself...was it a life time ago or yesterday? Before i had been put to the collar

by my brother, the Master I had just left the services of, I had been Emperor and Master myself of the very Empire I still resided in. Ahhhh, such is the trechorus nature of love and family. I looked away for

the breifest of moments and in that breifest of moments my world changed...forever! I supposed in some weird way i was greatful i was allowed to stay in my own Empire rather than be turned out on the

world, especially in the state i found myself in. A slaves life was pitiful short and a male slaves more so. But I digress...I could feel his eyes on me, burning into me, desiring me, wanting me. My body responded

and it did not go unnoticed by his sharp eyes. He smiled and stood walking boldly and surly toward me. My first reaction was to fall to my knees facing him as he reached the proxmity where i stood dancing

my eyes cast down head slightly lowered. "My bride blushes" he called out to the complement of company about us and a soft titter of laughter raced about the room echoing off the marble columns reverberating

in my ears to soak in my shocked brain slowely. I looked up stunned. Then cast my head about as if lost, looking from person to person, face to face, searching for an understanding of what i had just heard

on each one in turn. I felt his strong hands twine into my hair and pull me up from the floor to stand before him face to face. "Come MINE, it is time to fill your obligation to me and consumate our union"+

So it was true! OH MY GODS! Brother what have you done to me now?! Sold in marrrage, dowerless, to a Captain of the guards. I felt my love for my brother/Master slip some more as i felt his strong hands

on my hips and he plunged deep into my passage moaning loud and hard upon breaching me. My out cry yelp more from startle than pain or anything else. I had come to like the pain though as it seemed to

be the only real thing left in my life now. I heard the customery applouse go through the room as he ramed in and out of me faster and harder with each deep impact in my ass. He pulled my hair back and

i abruptly rose from my bent hip position to one of up right parallel to his hard, muscular body and i found myself reaching back and caressing his firm ass with my hands, probing the crack and feeling it

clamp down on my fingers. He whispers in my ear "Huh uh, MINE, not unless i say" and tugs a bit harder on my hair forcing my head back onto his collar bone, a delicate sigh escaping my moist lips. My body

erupts in a light sweat, making my skin glisten in the torch light of the room. My chest heaves, gulping for air and i hear the off handed remark from the audience "He's so responsive. I wonder how he likes the

whip?" My passage tightens on my Master/Husbands(?) cock and i feel it throb and dance inside of me and hear him growel his approvle in my ear. He reaches down and brings one of my legs up high to my

body and pounds me harder, bringing my foot from the floor. I was in extacy. Never had i been fucked so, not even by the Master himself. Then it happened. His razer fangs rip into the soft flesh of my lower

neck and my body goes up in flame, or so it feels like and i cannot hold my self any longer. My seed flies skyward and out across the dance floor as i cum hard, my cock throbing uncontrolably, my loins on fire

pumping the air as my ass conversly rides him as hard and fast as i can, a moaning growl comming from deep in my throat. "OH MY GODS" I exclame and I suddenly realize i dont know his name. What a

time for epiphanies. "FUCK ME MASTER" I melt aginst his strong body feeling him pull hard on the wound in my neck a soft steady growl emminating from his chest as he does so. Then i feel him release deep

in me with 3 - 4 hard thrust into me that once again bring my foot from the floor and make my head swim lightly. A cheer goes up from the crowd on the compleation of the consumation and he releases his

death like bite on my neck and lowers my leg back to earth while gently and loveingly kissing down my neck to my shoulder. I turn my head to his and nuzzle him softly a purr-like trill comming from my

throat. I hear him chuckel as if from a distance in my ringing ears "Now he purrs at me" he addresses the crowd and light laughter rises and careens about the room. I learn later the implications of that

statment. He pulls out of me slowly and turns me to face him. "I care, MINE" he whispers in my ear. "I hope one day you can too" I am too stunned into silences to respond, holding my breath at the moment.

Waiting for the punch line and the gafaws that never come. Instead he gathers me into his massive arms, lifting me like i was a small child, cradleing me, to carry me back to our bed chamber. "Good morrow

all. I have a husband begging my special attentions. Enjoy the nights festivities. The slaves will show you to your quarters when you're ready." He calls to the company of people over his shoulder as he walks

out of the grand entertaining room, me gently cradled in his giants arms, a feeling of safty settling on me for the first time in what seems a life time ago.




Chapter 2


He approaches the tall bed and throws back the covers lieing me on the cool, soft, silk sheets. I scoot over for him to crawl in behind me. He grins at me and says "Lay back MINE and raise your hands over your

head." I comply pretty sure what's coming next. He takes my hand and binds me at the wrist by a leather strap attached to the bed post by a glittering silver chain. He then walks around the bed doing this to

all four of my apendages making sure i am securly held in place. "I saw you like to fight a bit my beauty. This will let you fight all you like without injury to anyone. I suspect you can be quite a tiger under

expert hands. I like that, but make no mistake" and here a dark cloud seemed to roll across his georgious face "I AM MASTER...I AM IN CONTROL!" With that he breached my tight ass muscle with his fingers

jaming them deep in my body and thrusting them in and out as fast as he possably could go. My body writhed under his unyielding assult, soft almost pitious whimperes fell from my mouth as i struggled to

keep rhythm with his fingers riding them, fast as i could submiting to his touch totally. He leans over and takes the head of my long hard shaft in his mouth and swiftly plunges it down his throat. His mouth

comes up my shaft at a slow madening crawl, teasing me, bring me close to the brink with each slow rise and decent over the whole member, the head swolen and red, still a bit sinsitive from our "consumation"

My hands squirm in their restraints as i tug hard at the chains wanting nothing more than to be able to touch him caress his velvety, bronse skin, feel it goose flesh under my touch, the sweat beads comeing

up about my finger tips. My hips rise off the bed and press to his hot, eager mouth, still gliding up and down the length of my cock slowly. I feel my burgening member throb wildely under his comand and

I struggle to hold on to my release as hard as i can. Then i feel his fingers about the base of my cock griping it tightly cutting off the on rushing orgasm. I look up to him, groaning, a sound of displeasure more

than excitment.  He sees the reproach in my eyes and his lips curl into a child-like innocent questiong look of "Who me?" the mischeviouness unmasked in his beautiful, sharp Ice blue eyes, now dancing and glowing

in their sockets like a clear, cold, mountain fyord bright and sparkling in the sun. He makes a singular sound, a soft drawn out shushing noise ment to sooth me, i realize, but in my highly agitated state it does little

more than make me want him more. He was INDEED a Master of Masters. I suddenly felt blessed to have been given to him instead of the brooding, betrale, I was nursing aginst my brother/Master for turning

me out and discarding me like yesterdays news paper. His plan to take from me the one thing that ment the most to me, my Empire, that I had spent my life time building with my own hands. He and his

coven of Vampires ever ruthless, grasping and wrenching from anyone showing the slightest weakness, everything from them that they could squeez out, down to the last drop up their lifes blood. GODS how I

hated Vampires! But again I digress...He pulls my hips to the end of the bed and throws my legs over his shoulders then gingerly releases my cock ever so slowly. Even so the rush of blood back into the member

sends it into a painfully sensious succession of rapid spasms throbing through its length and back up through my loins, spreading across my body like hot quicksilver coursing through my veins setting my brain

on fire with passion and lust. I couldnt think, I couldnt move, i could only feel. The next thing i felt was his huge cock pearcing me once again, skewering me like a suckling pig on a spit to be roasted to mouth

watering tenderness. Stick a fork in me i was done! I felt the rigid shaft slam in and out of my soft tight passage first slowly then with an intensity rivled only by an animal caught in primal lust, unable to resist

in any way the rushing tidlewave driving them to release.. feeling and caring for nothing but the moment and blissful fullfilment. He drove harder and deeper in me than ever before and i feared i would split

open at each violent thrust but to my suprise i wanted more...the pain, though excruciating in many ways was almost transending. Taking me to a high i had never before experenced and feared never would

again. I was in extacy! He was fucking me across the bed! We actually were scooting over the bed sheets. I felt cloth burn comming up on my back and relished the feel of it. As i said pain was the only thing it

seemed left to me these days that i could truly understand and at this moment i was deep in blisful, forgetful, intense pain. He was relentless. Pounding me like i was a piece meat needing tenderizing. I felt my

rod start to throb painfully as i consentrated hard to control the on rushing orgasm. Wanting the feeling to last forever yet realizing all good things must come to an end. I reached down between my legs and

grasped the head of my cock, ram rod hard now, the skin taunt to the point of almost splitting. His sharp eyes caught my hands movement towards my member and he grasps my hair, slamming my head

back with a tug that threatned to snap my neck. "Not yet you don't. That's MINE too" My hand quickly falls away from the aching member and digs deep into the bedding, my nails ripping the soft thin sheets,

the pre-cum driping heavly from the end of my cock-head, wetting the sheet under me. He seemed to go on and on, never ending, my lust rising to a raging pyre consuming my very soul. My body was

drenched in sweat, driping from my golden tan flesh, my muscles screamed at me, taunt and trembling with strained effort and rampaging desire. My ears rang and were hollow all at once and the sound of

my almost screamed moans filled my head and the bed chamber, careening off the walls like ping-pong balls on a stormy sea. It was then he growled loud and deep "NOW MINE". Grasping my head i barely

pumped two three times and felt my cock explode violently in my hand, the thick hot liquid oozing down to my wrist, flying across the soft sheets. Conversly his hips slamed into me viciously without rhythm, or

rhyme. Jamming into me, pushing me almost over the edge of the bed, my head hanging from the side, breathless, my chest heaving as my heart slamed against my ribs, screaming, release me from my cage,

free me that i may sore with the eagles. Slowly i floated back to earth and became aware of reality once again. I raised my head from the hanging possition over the bed and observed him prone on my own

prostrate body. His massive size crushing me slightly yet somehow comforting. I raised as best as i could and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you Master" i heard myself whisper. I love you? I bearly knew him.

But it was true, I loved him. I was his, mind, heart, body and soul. I would kill or be killed for him. It was like a deep abiding knowledge that had always been there. In a matter of hours he had become my

world. Then he sealed my fate by whispering back to me "You are forever MINE!"...indeed....



Chapter 3


The soft pink-orange light fluded the room through the slightly parted long celing to floor drapes that were in front of the window and i roused slowly and gently with the warm suns rising. Next to me lay my

beloved Huaband/Master, his breathing slow and steady, still in a deep slumber exausted as always by our nights activities. What a workout! My muscles ached deliciously. I usually woke him with my mouth on

his massive manhood as he adored waking in this manner and i thoroughly enjoyed doing it. His pleasure and happiness my was highest priority. But this morning we were to have breakfast with my brother the

Master of the Clan and his husband, my husbands brother. They had been an item a little before my husband/Master and me and the primary reason i was off my throne and in my beloveds arms. Being off the

throne for a bit now and getting the chance to get used to it, I had actually come to appreciate, nay, even enjoy the freeeing lack of responsability i now had. Yet my arrigant Blue-Blood still cried out for the

missed worship and ardor that came with the possition. And the POWER...i did miss the power BUT I had HIM. He was enough. He filled the empty place in my life quite nicely, thank you and filed my nights

with delectable agony and ecstasy. I walked over to the bed and licked the tip of his cock head wetting it throroughly, then pursing my lips i blew a slight breath over the surface watching with glee as the whole

shaft pulsed rhythmicly in my hand and my beloved moaned softly and writhed about on the bed, rousing at my teasing touch. His eyes cracked open slightly and he glanced up at me looking down the length of

his body. "What are you doing, MINE and why did you stop?" "Breakfast my beloved or did you forget that this morn we must entertain my brother and yours." "UGH!" His head fell back to the bed as he

groaned out his displeasure. "I dun't wanna" "I'm sorry my beloved but we must fullfil our obligations to him and besides were it not for him i wouldent have you" I had crawled slowly up over his massive

necked body still teasing. He wraped his giant arms about my waist and pulled me to him his mouth hungrely enveloping mine. My mouth parts and his tongue raced in after mine, twisting and wrestling with

it. Though i respond to his sensious kiss i gently pull from his grasp hoping he would get the hint. He does and groans discontentedly. "Alright lets do this and get it over with. I despise this kinda shit" " Yes my

beloved I know you do" my patronizing tone is not lost on him as he frowns at me "Yeah but you love it. You eat this shit up" Now it was my turn to frown. "What was that, MINE?" I fall silent "I didn't think so"

he grined wickedly. He was gonna be the devil to deal with today, i could see it comming!

We entered the great hall in proper military fashion, my hand about my beloveds raised arm, which he hated with a passion. The promanad was long and the walk tiring and i always wondered what my idiot

brother ment by extending the hall in such a maner. Except that his arrogance riveled mine and he was to hypocritical to admit it. He had done little more than whine about the riggors of the throne ever since

I set him on it with me thinking, aparently wrongly so, to make up for the hard childhood he had had to face that i had been spared. As he had been given to a monistary to be raised as an orphan, unwanted

by the Grandfather that inherated us upon our mothers death in child birth, there being room for only one inheriting ruler, me the eldest twin in Grandfathers openion. So he had been turned out without title,

land, gold, or claim to the throne in any way, form, or mannor. I had thought to see some gratitude but instead was realizing he held little but contempt for me, instead using me as the instrement for his

vengance toward a cruel and unloving parent. We strolled down the length of the corridor trying to maintain a slow steady pace, me knowing that this was the only way to successfully traverse this exaustive

walk, its completion almost as intruseve on the muscles as a military hike, the travler usally arriving trembling and dishevled. Then it dawned on me THAT"S exactly why he made this hall like this! He loved the

power of being able to reduce a person to a simpering mass. It's why he would beat me unmercifly at times. Master the Master and your indestructable! It wasn't that i deserved it, or even earned it . There

were times he beat me out of bordem, striping the hide from my back with his own tallons and licking the blood from his fingers, leaving me in a heap at his feet only to have him turn and walk away uneffected.

Mind you this was the man who had proffessed a deep and abiding love for me after we had been reunited. So was he lieing or confused? DId it matter which since I was still just as enslaved either way? But

again in digress.....My beloved and I finally reach the throne room and round the final corner to the throne. The slightly narrower hallway opens into a magnificent vista of sight and sound when one enters. My

elegant moderatly sized thrones, adorned with the dragons rampant on either side, long replaced by the huge, looming, ornate monstrosities now rising skyward before our eyes as if born from the very granit

they sat upon. He sat there looking for all the world like he had been born to it, high, mighty and arrigant with just a slight glent of contempt twinkling in his eyes for whome ever stood before him. Next to 'HIS

ARROGANCE' (as I liked calling him secreatly) was his husband and mate/slave who he had quite improperly set on the throne as a High King though collered into servatude at the same time. He was my beloveds

baby brother and a lovely person. He was of course smaller in stature than my brother but no less strong. His body was beautifully sculpted and his reflexes honed to a fine razors edge and he also had the face

of an angel like my beloved. Beautiful genes seemed to run in my Husband/Masters family as did mine. I thrilled at the prospect of offspring between us. (Oh i didnt mention, being half-god demon had its

advantages in many ways. Just not when it comes to the treachery of family or so it would seem!) His brother also had a lovely personality. A bit innocent and cluless as to the ways of the world, yet fearociously

protective of family and friend (he always tended the wounds my brother inflicted on me when in one of his moods, saying "Oh Papi, not again") Loyal to a fault, highly energetic and a bit dramatic. Stir it all

together with the compassion of a saint and you had my husbands brother! What the hell did he see in MY BROTHER! He despised the throne, as was evident at the moment. He sat there next to my brother

in the regal overstuffed chair, slumped at the shoulders, his elbow on the arm, chin in hand looking board to tears.Till he sees us round the corner, then his whole dimeaner changed. He brightened to a glowing

sun, giving off warmth as well as light, filling the room with his beautious presences. This does not go unnoticed by my brother who very openly flusters in obvious jealousy. The man who INSIST on no jealousy in

his Empire/coven though he haden't a clue as to loyality to any but himself, setting up many a senearo of jealousy between people he was beloved of, always vieing for his special attentions and people DID love

him. He was a true charismatic and he took FULL advantage of it. My beloveds brother sprang to his feet and hurried, though regaly so, to our sides. I bowed deeply first to my brother then to the approaching

High King, while my beloved did his perfunctory nod of the head, never giving more than this to my brother the High Emperor. Even after being beaten for his insolence till his back was raw and bleeding. I had

heard that my beloveds brother that night had refused my brother his affections for the action and he had appered the next day with not less than a few bruses himself. My beloveds brother embraced first his

brother then myself, whispering in my ear "I so missed you Papi". He always called me Papi even after my collaring. I couldnt help but love the boy. My beloved smiled lightly at his youthful sibling, then turned

gentle eyes to me, then he faced my brother. To say sparkes flew would be like calling Everest a hill. The contempt between the two so unmasked and palpable one could see, hear, feel and taste it. Yeah, THAT

thick. But there was also an underlieing current, like the cloying, thickly-sweet under smell of great amounts of blood. A sexual tension there, mostly from my brother, unspoken, as if lieing on the floor in front

of and between them, writhing like a battered slave. My brothers lust knew no boundries, nor did he. He could and did put Midas to shame in the glutteny department. My brother acknowldged my beloveds

presents with a slight nod of the head and one simple word "Warrior". It's all he ever called him. He was his warrior, his personal body guard. Not that he really needed him. More of a ..pet, as we all were to his

"Arrogance", extensions mearly of his own personality. My beloved growled very softly in his chest just loud enough to be heard by myself and my brother, our hearing being extreamly accute. My brothers mouth

curled at the tips in a malevolent half-grin at the soft sound and i heard him think how very prudent of my beloved to not make more of the moment than that. Yes, I could read his thoughts with the ease of

reading print, conversly the reverse was true. Yet i had learned the hard way how to keep rigorous control of my thoughts for the most part, unlike him, in order to avoid his avid punishment of even my thoughts.

He didn't care that sometimes thoughts came suddenly and unbidden to the person, anything and everything was used as an excuse to him to persue his favored past time. Torturing those that loved him most.

Or so it seemed. Well everybody had to have a hobby i guess. And i and my beloved were permanantly on the menu...or so we thought. The future is always shrouded in mist and the past written in stone and

blood, especially with him. The moment of tension passed somewhat and we all filed toward the dinning hall. The long Chipen Dale table was spread in its usual grandure, ladened with stuffed peacocks, tails

spread dramatically, not really ment for consumption but for effect, roast suckling pigs, very much ment for consumption and other delicasies i was in fear of inquiring as to there origin that i might receive an

answer. The meal passed without incident for which i was greatful and the conversation remained light and airy taken up mostely between myself and my beloveds lovely brother, our respective husbands doing

little more than shooting half glares at one another now and again. Afterwards, at a lull in the conversation my brother speaks up. "I seem to remember you being quite the dancer. Dance for us" His commanding

voice left no doubt the mood he was in. One of his 'It's good to be the Emperor" moods. I looked to my husband who nodded his head just perceptively to me and i rose gracefully and moved to the centre of the

throne room and as the musician struck i began my dance. As i said previously I am good and i know im good. I could charm a cobra and in fact it was what, in my openion, i was doing at this very moment. My

brotheer the snake was up to something, i could feel it, thought for once he had his thoughts heavlely guarded from me...all but his overwhelming lust for me. Again as i said earlier, he knew no boundries. 
 
He called out to me "Come here brother and bend over before me. I will have you." A sardonic grin spread across his face and i looked about, a slight look of shock on my face, but quickly masked it and moved

to obey his command. My husband rose sharply from his seat and my brothers head snaped around to him. "You have something to say Warrior?" I glanced sideways to him with a concealed pleading look telling

him to be calm it will be over quickly...i hope. He slowly sat back down his eyes never leaving me and my brother said "I thought not" with a triumphant grin. I reached his proxmity and his incredably swift

fist lashed out, connecting with my jaw, rocking me on my heels, my head snapping half way around from the force of the blow. I bent over immediatly upon recovery. "YOU WILL OBEY ME" His booming voice

rattled the panes in the windows. "Well you've managed the right possition just the wrong direction...as usual" Now, as a married slave i was no longer at the disposal of just anyone without my Master/Husbands

expressed permission and especially not to be Domed by any but him. I was his now. What my brother was about to do was as much an insult to me as to my Master/Husband and more so since he was doing

it pubically. He grabed my hair and yanked me to the center of the room spinning me about sharply. He removed the crop from his belt and laid it across my back 5 or 6 times, the rod whistling through the

air the power behind each strike so great. In no time i was bleeding profusly, the scars on my back opening quickly and easly. He suddenly cast the crop aside and pulled up his robe in the front his massive size

coming into immediate view. Without hesitation he laied hands on my cheeks spreading them wide and ramed his massive cock into my passage viciously and deeply. The whimpering moan that fell from my

mouth shocked and angered me all at once. As i said the only thing that had been real to me anymore was pain, till now. Now i new love and safty and to have him once again threaten this feeling...

i reacted swiftly and without forethought, a purly knee jerk reaction. I steped away from him ripping him out of my body. He stood for a moment agast at my action, as my own eyes grew dinner pate huge. I

never really felt the fist impact with my face, though i felt feather light as i floated through the air. Or so i thought, while my half concious body flew across the throne room only to unceremoniously come back

to earth with a hard thud and slide to the far wall finally comming to rest in a half sitting up possition against it, my head slumped, chin resting on my chest, my hair hanging limply across my face obscuring

for the most part the blood gushing from my nose and split bottom lip. My brothers husband groaned openly, rose and scurried to my side while my Master/Husband came across the table rushing to the

Emperor and grabing him by the front of his tunic pulling him toward him, chest to chest. My brothers mouth slowly spread wide with a malevelont grin, eyes glittering open hatred. His hands came up to

either of my husbands ears with the speed of a cheetah and slaped hard enough for the sound to echo in the throne room. My Husband released his grip and bent over at the waist grabbing either side of his

head. My brother stood there staring hard at him, the evil grin still on his face. I slowly raised my head and heard my brothers ominous words to my beloved "Ok asshole, YOU just volunteered!" He grabs my

beloves hair, not giving him time to completely recover from my brothers counter attact, and spun him about till his ass was facing him. His long, razor-like talons extend from the end of his fingers and he proceeds

to shread his pants from his body, not being particularly careful to not injure him in the process. I shook my head vigorusly, trying to clear the cobwebs as i rose to my feet and stumble to the pair of combatants.

I raised my hand to stay the next vicious swipe of my brothers hand catching it by the wrist. His eyes burn pure dispise at my defiance and his other fisted hand comes down on my face with the impact of a

battle hammer, slamming me back to the floor dazed. His voice bellows out "Get this bastard out of here NOW...LOCK HIM OUT!" His dogs decend on me, one on each arm draging me across the floor toward

the massive throne room doors. As i am carted out i hear my brother yell out to me "What I would have done only in part to you, dear brother, i will now do fully to your Husband. YOUR punishment is getting

to hear every whimper and scream he makes at my hands from the other side of the doors." I knew of course my beloved would not make a single utterance if possable, not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction

of his actions, which will only serve to inflame his ire and make him more brutle and myself more anxious as to my beloveds state of being. It was quite concievable that my brother could and would utterly

destroy him out of shear delight of the power to do so, as much as out of his anger at our open defiance of him and his obvious jealousy of our close bond. The pairing between us was not ment to be the reward

it had become but rather another punishment and insult heeped upon my head for getting everything he had been denied and for not being everything he needed and wanted me to be. I was tossed through

the doors and i rushed back to them as they slamed shut in front of me, the bolt resounding sharply as it was thrust into place. I slid down the rough, weather worn wood pounding my fist wildly against it not

feeling the splinters piercing the flesh of my hands and chest. I couldn't help but start to weep openly as panic overwhelmed me upon the sound of the whistling crack of the first whip strike. I cringed with each

successive blow i heard, imaging the terrible damage it was exacting on his beautiful body. Then as suddenly as it began, all stoped and a new panic clawed at my throat. Then i heard the distinct sound of

groaning and knew just what he was doing now. I was all to familier with that sound. My brothers verbalized lust as he took someone. The moans got louder, more urgent then in one mighty roaring groan it

finished but the crack of the whip started up once again and my tears flowed down my cheeks, unbidden, like rivers of torment at the noise. It seemed to go on ceaslessly, without end as if he never tired. Then

with a loud yell of utter frustration all sound once again stoped. My breath. ceased. The next noise that came to my ears was that of the clanging of the bolt being shot back on the door and i was shoved back

by strong hands against the huge monolithic-like barrier. Presently the hulking form of my beloveds body thuds onto the cobble stones infront of me followed quickly by his young brother. A bellowing roar came

from my brother within and my beloveds brother reluctantly withdrew from his prone body and dissapered back inside. I decended on my beloved, struggling to contain my grief in his presents as he would have

probably as usual piqued at my public display of emotions saying something to the effect of "Are you quite through, MINE?" Had he been able to. He lie still and silent before me, copious amounts of blood oozing

from his gore encrusted back. From between his legs flowed a rivulet of bright scarlet. With an obviously painful effort he turned his head to me and whispered "MINE, take us home" I yelled to our coachman

and he and the foot boy rushed over, gathering their Master up and hurried him to our private coach. The trip seemed much longer back than there to, and much more arduous concidering the circumstances.

When we arrived home I barked orders all around and wached in mild irritated impatients as the servents carefully extracted my beloved from the coach, wisking him immediatly to the bath house as per my

command. He looked at me as i followed along side his litter and said one word "Saltwater". I started to protest and he croked out harshly "MINE!" GOD he wanted the saltwater treatment. Well that was my

beloved...strong and stubborn to the end. I ordered the saltwater as commanded by him and watched the stunned silence on the faces of each of the servances and mused to myself if i had looked so when he

had first demanded it of me. I barked once again and the sound of my voice broke the spell that the servants were under. I had to turn my head when they lowered him slowly into the watery depths of the liquid

torture and a slight whispered sigh escaped his lip as his head tossed side to side in response to the pain i knew all to well he was enduring. He lay for a time in the water till it was believed the most of the

bleeding was stoped and it thought prudent to remove him, leaving the bath stained deep red, thick with his blood. The servants slowly, delicately removed him from the bath and carried him to a massaging

table placing him on his stomach. I feched the linament from the cupboard at the far end of the room and walked to him getting the first true look at his condition. There was little left of flesh on his back,

mostly deep skin layers and muscle. In a couple of places bone peered through and i knew my brother had used the cat-o-nine tails on him. Though Vampires healed and Ancients quicker than that of a turned

he would still be a day or so repairing since the damage was so extensive and his body so drained of blood. I would let him feed from my veins tommrow as he would be far too weak right now to do it properly

and have it do any service other than weaken him more at the strain of the effort. I steeled my nerves and laied my finger tips gingerly upon him with the first of the salve and felt him jump slightly under my

initial touch. I worked as quickly as i thought i could, trying to take great care to not cause him more pain but to finish up fast. Finally finished i had the servants transport him to our bed chambers and

strait away into bed. I disrobed and eased in next to him careful not to touch him. He turned from his stomach to his side and whispered soflty "MINE?" I knew what he wanted and turned away from

him onto my side and scooted up to him till i felt his massive arm encircle my waist and pull me to him. Then he whispered ever so softly in my ear, his breath flowing across my earlobe like warm water

"Thank you...I love you MINE"


I knew only one thing in this world at that moment...I was loved.