Sex Slave - 9: Negotiations
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.
All characters who engage in sex in this story are at least eighteen years of age.
Many thanks to my editor Lin Hall and my beta reader nomoretears00 for their further encouragement, patience, and good humor.
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Apologies in advance—this chapter has almost no sex in it. I couldn't figure out how to wedge it in without it being terribly contrived.
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Saeri gasped and blinked, staring hard at the scene before her.
She had been led to Master Rim's amphitheatre where she was sometimes brought to care for the victims of her master's atrocious proclivities. Only one of the entertainment rooms was occupied; she could see the participants clearly as the slave handler led her down the stone steps.
No! No! No! No! No! No!
Her mind screamed in denial.
Lying on his back at the edge of the bathing pool was the man with whom she had fallen in love—the King of Endora. In the pool between Keven's legs was an, undoubtedly beautiful, woman. Her long, sleek, dark hair spread like a cloak across her back as her head bobbed up and down.
She's sucking his cock!
Keven was in the throes of ecstasy. His head was thrown back, his eyes were tightly scrunched and his hands were wrapped, painfully it appeared, in the woman's long hair. He bucked his hips up into her face and a series of low moans streamed from his parted lips.
Fuck! I want to do that to him!
Saeri's emotions raged.
For so long she'd been thinking of Keven ... dreaming of him ... drooling over him. She had been going crazy with the need to see him and now she couldn't deny that a part of her was ecstatic. Here was her heart's desire—in the flesh!
But this time, fate was cruel. He was with another. Very much with another. Saeri's heart felt like it was being twisted and squeezed—wrung out like wet laundry until every drop of life in it had spilled to the floor.
That's where they're bringing me!
She realized this dawning with horror.
I'm going to see them up close. I'm going to have to talk to them! I'm going to die!
She couldn't help but wonder what Keven felt for the lovely woman who was pleasuring him. Did he love her? Was this simply an opportunity that came along? How well did he know her? Perhaps this meant nothing to him beyond a few moments of bliss.
The slave handler was grinning broadly as he silently swung open the door to the room. He obviously did not want to disturb the couple. He smirked at her and Saeri suddenly became aware of her expression. All of that horrible, agonizing pain she was feeling was probably showing on her face. Quickly, she tried to smooth her features into a haughty, emotionless palette.
She stepped quietly into the room and the handler closed the door behind her without a sound.
She could not help but stare at the scene before her. The two lovers were completely unaware of her presence. It did not occur to her to interrupt them.
The woman was incredibly skillful. Saeri had never watched anyone suck on a dick, although she'd had a few forced down her own throat during a brief, very unhappy period in her life. This woman seemed as if she might be enjoying it. She was bringing the cock impossibly deep into her throat.
How does she do that?
Keven was clearly wrecked. His whole body was taut as a drawn bow. His gorgeous muscles were flexed and covered with a sheen of sweat. The moans that were coming out of his mouth brought goose bumps to Saeri's flesh.
This was the most erotic display she had ever witnessed. In spite of her emotional agony, her clit throbbed with sudden hot desire. She felt a trickle of juices leak out of her pussy.
Keven orgasmed with a strangled cry, pushing his cock even further down the woman's throat. She took it without choking or even seeming to swallow, and as his release wound down, she licked his softening member tenderly. His eyes were still closed. He was moaning softly.
Saeri's heart broke.
I will never be able to do that!
Keven's lover pulled herself out of the pool to kiss him. That's when Saeri saw his hard cock.
It's not a woman at all! It's a beautiful, long-haired man!
She could not help the gasp of shock that came out of her mouth.
Both the youth and Keven looked at her, startled. Keven sat up quickly, his face full of astonishment.
"Saeri!" he cried.
She was frozen, unable to move, unable to speak.
Oh my God! He is with a man!
In spite of the fact that he was being sexed by someone else when her company had been forced upon him, a small part of her had held out hope that she might yet be able to woo him. They had shared a passionate kiss, hadn't they?
In that moment all of her hopes went up in a blinding explosion of pain—vaporizing instantly.
He will never love me. He likes men!
Keven was ecstatic and devastated simultaneously. The moment he saw Saeri, emotion blazed forth in his heart, a heat so strong and powerful it consumed him completely for several seconds. He was unaware of anything except the inferno raging inside him. When it finally started to cool he realized suddenly, with great clarity, that he was in love.
He was in love with Saeri.
He stared at her, enraptured. She appeared almost as ethereal to him now as she did when he first met her—even though this time she was clothed in a simple blue shift. Her white-blonde hair was longer and cascaded past her shoulders in a waterfall of moonlight curls. Pale as snow, her skin glowed with a light of its own. Her lithe body was exquisitely tiny and perfectly proportioned. She exuded an aura of illusion ... as if she wasn't quite real.
He had fallen in love with a magical faerie creature.
As her sapphire blue eyes gazed back at him, he saw them erupt with pain. It sliced through him like a sword, cleaving his heart in two.
"Saeri, no!" he could not help the tortured cry that came out of his throat. Her pain was his pain, threefold more. To know that he was the cause of her misery rocked him to his core.
I am such a fool! Why didn't I wait for her? I am weak.
Tears sprang to her eyes and she could not blink them back. She spun around to face the door, to hide her anguish. Tears streamed down her face and she fought to keep her shoulders from shaking.
Fuck! How could I be so stupid? To fall in love with a king is foolish. To fall in love with a homosexual is the height of idiocy!
I can't let him know how upset I am! I can't let him know how much I love him! God, how am I going to get through this?
Suddenly aware of his nudity, Keven grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around his waist. He approached her slowly. "Saeri ..."
"G ... go away!"
"Saeri, I'm sorry."
"I ... go away!"
"I'm so sorry." Keven could only repeat himself. He had no idea what to say to her. He took a few steps backwards.
She obviously wanted nothing to do with him. Perhaps she loathed homosexuals? Maybe she would never be able to accept what he'd done. His heart felt shattered. He choked back the bitter laugh that threatened to burst forth. A few minutes ago, he'd had no idea he was in love for the first time in his life. Now it was already over—finished before it began.
He crossed to the empty fireplace and stood staring into it blindly. His agony was almost complete.
He was so engulfed in the torment that raged through his mind, he didn't notice Tolsten until he was beside him. He stood close and touched him on the arm.
"Keven..."
"Go away!" Keven hissed, pulling sharply away from the youth.
"Keven, what's wrong?" Tolsten stepped in front of him, looking into his face with an expression of concern, reaching for his hands.
"Leave me be." Keven stepped away from Tolsten, turning his back to him. "I don't want to talk right now." He saw that Saeri was still in the same position she'd been before, her small form drawn up to her full height, her back stiff. She was probably listening.
"Sweetie..."
"Shhh! I'm not your sweetie!" Keven was mortified. He did not want to do anything else that would hurt Saeri or further destroy the relationship they'd once had.
"Keven, what are you saying? What do you mean?"
"Tolsten, just..." Keven let out a suffering sigh. If he wasn't blunt with the kid, he'd never understand. He turned and looked at Tolsten with tormented eyes. "I can't be with you anymore—ever again. Please leave me alone!"
Those words were like a physical blow to Tolsten. Looking at the expression on Keven's face, he knew that his lover was completely serious. He had lost him.
"We're over?" he whispered, unbelieving.
Keven nodded.
"Just like that?"
Keven nodded again. He felt like he was being shredded in two. His guilt over hurting Saeri was monstrous. Now his guilt over hurting Tolsten was piled on top of that. The mountain of guilt threatened to crush him.
"Never again?" The expression in Tolsten's eyes was so bleak it tore Keven's heart.
Keven closed his eyes against the pain on Tolsten's face. "Yes. I'm sorry."
"I thought we'd be together forever!" Tolsten wailed. Keven heard him sobbing as he retreated back to the pool.
Now Keven's agony was complete.
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"Oh my! Such a scene!" Master Rim's high-pitched voice rang out across the room. "All three of you are crying. How delicious! If I had known it would cause so much heartbreak, I would have brought you all together long before now." He laughed, a hearty, chilling laugh.
Keven quickly wiped away the tears which had found their way down his cheek.
Keven's crying?
Saeri could not help but steal a look at him. She caught him wiping his face.
