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Slave to Love
Warning: This story contains sexual content.
Part 1
Keif moaned as he felt his master's manhood thrust one more time in
his rear.
"Ahhh, master!!!" Keif cried out as he came, his seed spurt out on
the dried grassy bed.
"K..Keif!" is all his master could say as he comes, filling Keif's
rear with his seed.
Keif slump to the soft dried grass bed, tired and spent. Sweat bath his
tired body.
He feels his master's weight on top of him, gently stroking Keif's soft
tips of his pointed ears and giving soft kisses down to his neck.
"I ou ai" his master spoke. Cold, yet caring words.
"I ou ai" Keif answered, as they embrace and drifted to sleep.
Keif could still remember the terror he felt before he met his master,before he was free again...
"Remember, do not go out where the trees are naked." The elders would
remind them.
Keif curses himself for not listening to the elders, he blamed himself
for his stubbornness.
All he could do now when they drag him to his cell is cry..his
freedom is gone, before him now is nothing but darkness, steel chains and fear...
He would see others like him, except they are humans from a nearby
village perhaps, been raided and took the children here. It seems
he's the only one that is not human but a catan.
Catan, a half elfen breed in their country. Beautiful, innocent
with furry tipped ears...rarely they go out with the humans.
Their kin has been hunted by both human and Elves alike.
Keif made no sign of struggle when they pull him out of his cage
and drag him to the center of a closed dome with lighted torch by
each side. Many people where there, probably buyers...
Keif had been pushed to the center of the dome as he was surprised by the
sound of a slam made by a wooden hammer onto a table, where an odd, thin
man was standing.
"For our next item, its a real treat, ladies & gentlemen. A catan
freshly 'picked' from the forest, dear buyers. He can do chores,
work, run errands and even... your most satisfying desires." Laughter fills the air,
as the man looks at Keif with an evil grin.
Keif couldn't help but tremble in fear, as hungery eyes watched him
with interest.
"We'll start the bidding at 1,000!" shouted the old man, as he started
to hit the table with his wooden hammer.
"3,000!" shouted a stout lady wearing a long rugged cloak.
"5,000!" snswered a man
"6,00!" answered another.
Every shout that raised the price makes Keif tremble, he feels like
he wants to cry.
"18,000!" a sweet, seductive voice said, making everyone to turn to
look for the source. A girl, who could have highly aristocratic blood by
standard, with her richly hung expensive ornaments on her body.
All went silent as the girl went forward to the old man.
"18,000 in gold, plus additional 2,000!!" she shouted proudly,
looking madly at Keif.
Keif could only look the other way and blush.
"2..2..20,000 from the Lady Elsa..."
"Lady Elsa" the name ran through Keif's mind as he had heard that name
before...like a book, Keif tried to remember.
Keif eyes widened as he remembered from the trees that whispered to them
secrets that only they are gifted to hear. From them, about a woman
who played with her slaves and killed them when she get tired of them.
That made Keif more afraid.
"20,000! 22,000?" asked the old man from the audience - none.
Lady Elsa smiles as she plays with her necklace, looking hungrily at
Keif.
"Going once..... going twice!" readies the hammer.
"25,000" a soft, but cold voice stops the hammer in mid-air.
All turn to the source of the voice...
"25,000," he repeated.
The old man snapped back.
"Uh..ummmm 25,000." he starts.
Lady Elsa's face shows displeasement and pouting.
"30,000!!!" she shouted.
"35,000." the man answered softly.
"40,000!!!!" she countered.
"4..40,000?" the old man's eyes widened.
"40,000!" the old man yelled.
The stranger was silent.
Lady Elsa smiled, she knew she will win, she always wins.
"60,000," the stranger said calmly.
All were shocked and "ooooooohhhh" filled the room.
Keif couldn't believe himself - 60,000 for a slave. His eyes would've
popped out from their socket if not for the noise around him.
With an angry face of shame, Lady Elsa stormed out the room.
"60,000," the old man repeated.
"60,010?" he asked...no answer.
"60,000. going once!" rises the hammer "Going Twice!"
The sound of slaming wooden hammer to the table echoed through the dome.
"Sold to the man...with..60,000 gold piecesss" The old man couldn't
help but tremble with excitement.
Keif was pulled out by a fat ugly man as Keif couldn't take his eyes
away from the stranger now in front of him.
The stranger studied the catan - beautiful light blue eyes, blond
hair, brownish complexion, a rare catan no doubt. Mostly he heard
that catans have light wood colored skin, so he guessed this one was a late bloomer. He wears
nothing except a short skirt made by animal skin and a rope to hold it
together, covering his private parts.
Keif couldn't make out his 'master' with the grayish cloak that covers
his entire body, he concluded he might be a traveler.
"Ok my friend, 60,000 in gold, please " as the cashier wrote down his
receipt, a small money pouch lands in front of him.
"Sir, I would surely advice you to pay the amount price..it doesn't
even worth.."
"Look first before you judge, fool" The man interrupted. The same cold
voice.
"Oh, but of course." He opens the pouch. Eyes widened and he quickly closed it,
wetting his lips.
"Is it enough?" The man asked again.
"O-o-oh yes, it is..enough, " The man said trembling, signaling the
fat guy.
The fat ugly man removed Keif's shackles.
"Your receipt" the man hands the stranger the paper, he took it...and
faced Keif.
"What's your name, catan?" he spoke the same icy chilling words.
"K..Keif" the catan answered, rubbing his arms.
"Well, Keif, you're now my slave so you must serve me well, understood?" the stranger said with a commanding tone.
"Y..Yes" Keif replied in fright. "W..who do I serve?" Keif asked again.
"My name is not important" the stranger answered, "but you can call me
master"
"Yes, yes of course..master" as if Keif is alien to the word.
Keif was a bit surprise as two strong arms wrapped around him...
"Don't move." the voice said.
Keif realized it was his master. He felt something tight around his
neck, and his eyes widened because underneath that thick claok, his 'master'
wore nothing except a loin green cloth that wrapped around between his
legs and a BIG sword resting on his back, but he still couldn't see
his face because of the hood.
He sees his master is a well built person, though nothing special. He seemed to
be same age as he. He could feel his hands on his neck then he removed
his hands.
Keif could feel something around his neck and he touched it.
"Its a leather collar," the stranger said and handed Keif a brown cloak.
"With that collar, no one will dare touch you," he said as his
'master' lead him out.
"Why?" Keif innocently asked.
The 'master' stopped and looked at him. "Because I own you."
Keif could feel a chill in his body. He quickly wrapped the cloak around
him as they went out.
Sun rays greeted his eyes and Keif sheilded them. He realizes that they
were in the city not far from his tribe.
"Stay close!" he said. Keif quickly acknowledged as he held his
master's cloak tighly.
As they passed the crowded street of the city, Keif noticed that his
'master' stopped from time to time to buy something. He noticed it was
food.
{Guess we're gonna have a long journey ahead of us} Keif thought. He
then was surprised by a brown sack that was thrown in front of him. He caught it and almost fell down.
"Hey!" his master shouted back as he was busily choosing some fresh fruit.
"I bought you not to just stand there doing nothing."
Keif pouted. "Sorry master," he said. He thanked gladly his master was not
looking at him or he'd be in deep trouble. He picked up the sack and went near his master.
As if his master knew, he hands out 2 apples to Keif to get and put
it to the bag.
"You eat meat?" he asked without looking back.
"A little," Keif answered.
Keif's eyes widened as he handed him a dried meat. Keif quickly put it
inside the sack.
Suddenly Keif ears moved, sensing something...
His master must have sensed it too. He ignored it but he can tell from the
owner of the shop that there IS something wrong. Very wrong.
Keif turn around to see 4 armed men standing in front of him and a
familiar face greets Keif.
"Hello, cutey" Lady Elsa smiles.
"Master!" Keif couldn't believe he just said that, fear has reached him
again.
His master without looking back smiles. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Keif's master turns around to
face the intruders.
"I want that catan, stranger." Elsa pointed to Keif who himself hid behind
his master's back.
"But m'lady, I bought him." The master replied. "Surely you can
buy another toy for your enjoyment."
"I want him!" she shouted as bystanders and passerby began to look at
them.
"I bought him fair and square, m'lady. Go look for another toy to
play with." he said, as he held Keif by the shoulder ready to leave.
"Not so fast." As she proudly walked towards them, her ornaments rang with
every step she maked, and her men followed her from behind.
"How bout a bet?" she smiled.
"A bet?" Keif's master could believe what he heard.
"You fight my men here," pointing her 5 armed bodyguards. "Winner gets
the catan."
Keif held on to his master tightly as he heard the betting upon him again.
His master was silent...He looked at the girl, her pride kept her
from realizing that she'll lose for sure.
"Well?" One eyebrow raised as she waited for the stranger's answer.
"Alright..." he said in a bored manner. "But you'll regret it, girl."
He warned her.
"You don't scare me" she said proudly.
"The market place is not a proper place to fight" the stranger
interrupted.
"I agree" she answered.
"Outside the city?" as the stranger pointed his thumb to the back gate
behind them.
"Agreed." She lead her men to the gate as the stranger followed. Keif
still held onto him tightly.
"Master...." he whispered.
"Rememeber, Keif." He said as they walked.
"I own you." He look at him, the same cold tone. "What I
own is mine and mine alone."
Keif could have sworn he felt something different from his master, but
it qiuckly dissapeared from his senses. He thought twice but, he felt
nothing. Keif realized they were already far from the city in an open
field as Lady Elsa and her men awaited them.
Keif's master signaled him to step aside as he went near the lady. Keif
held his cloak tighter, frightened by what will be the outcome of this
meaningless battle. He wished he was at home sleeping or listening to
the elder's tales. He didn't notice he'd dropped the sack beside him.
"Master," he whispered.
The stranger looked around the field. "Nice place" he smiled under his
cloak. "You know this place well?"
"Yes" she smiled, "so no tricks, stranger."
"Good" he smiled, "The better you know where to run."
Elsa couldn't take anymore of it, her patience was at its end.
"Kill him!!!!!!" she shouted as the 4 armed men drew their swords and ran towards the stranger.
"You're dead, little man!!" said one guard who raised his sword to cut the man in
two.
But the sword never reached its mark. It remained in the same position
as the man's eyes were in shock. He look down and saw the stranger's
right arm go through his stomach.
The stranger smiled as he drew back his right arm. The man fell
back with a big "thud!"
The remaining 3 was silent...
Lady Elsa eyes looked as if they were going to pop out from their socket. She couldn't
believe what she saw.
Keif couldn't believe his eyes too. {Incredible} he thought.
His master simply looked at his bloody right arm, and licked the blood
from his finger tips. "Who's next?" he asked smiling.
Another one attacked, and the stranger simply avoided every attack the other made.
Twist, left, right, jump, bend, as if he knew the other's moves.
Another attack on him with two swords and 2 guards met the
stranger head on. Their battle cry howled as they charged towards the stranger. The
stranger slowly held his sword, waiting for the right time. He drew
his sword with one smooth sweep cutting the 2 guards in half.
The remaining guard was now sweating hard as he saw the stranger's
sword. The sword was a little bigger than the owner yet he held it with
one arm. The orb from the tip of the handle had a strange white
carving, the gaurd noticed. "Ye gods!" He shouted in fright "...your.... As..."
He never finished as his head flew away and landed in front of Elsa's feet!
She screamed and fainted.
Keif just fell to his knees as he couldn't believe what he saw.
"Come, slave" his master patting his shoulder. Keif just look at him and
at his bloody right hand. Red fresh blood...blood... He felt the
world around him spinning and everything went black.
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