Little One 2

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Kateri had asked to speak with Rene that afternoon, but he had just left her room where he had found her in the arms of her loving and horny husbands.

‘Well,’ Rene thought, ‘I have a few hours to kill.’ He was just barely past Kaia’s door with his feet headed automatically towards his office. As he walked, though, curiosity began to sneak its way into his mind. Ducking around the corner he moved to investigate a few of the new slaves.

Marina watched her brother pace her small room. Back and forth, from beside the small end table. Back and forth, back and forth, again and again until Marina thought she would scream at him. But, patient as ever with her brother, she did nothing but lock her eyes on the floor where his feet came in and out, in and out of view.

Derek was oblivious to his sister’s discomfort, but it was always hard to tell with her. She kept her features schooled carefully to not reveal her feelings when he was doing something irritating. How often had she put up with his antics?

What he had noticed was how she had panicked when the auctioneers had threatened to separate them. He too had been afraid; they had always found a way to stay together, and fortune had smiled on them again by allowing them both to be purchased by the same person. Their rooms were next to each other, as they had pushed the older slave who had shown them there to allow them to stay together.

“I can’t, I won’t just stand around while she does who knows what to you.”

Marina glanced at his face at his outburst. “Derek, you don’t know what she will do, I am sure it’s not as bad as you seem to think it is.”

“No, Marina, I’ve heard of her, I have heard the rumors, she goes after girls, young girls, she rapes them! But if she thinks I’m just going to stand around while she hurts you…”

Truthfully, he was having trouble focusing while images of his beloved sister writhing helplessly under the older woman’s hands, under the form of the Empress, face screwed up in ecstasy crying out his name… the image changed, the hands were his own, the body over hers changing to his own.

He wasn’t sure when he started fantasizing about her, dreaming of his member driving in and out of her, their lips melding together as their bodies did. He had been careful to hide his arousal from his sister on those nights his imagination ran wild. The idea of another person touching her like that though, it was too much to bear. She was HIS sister; he had protected her all the long years since their parents died, held her close when she cried, been there and experienced all the pain she had. They were meant to be together.

Marina shook her head at him, envisioning the lovely woman that had saved them, trying to force that image into a cruel rapist. She couldn’t do it. The pale, elegant face of the Empress did not match her brother’s words at all in her mind. They couldn’t; Marina wouldn’t believe that the beautiful woman she had seen that day could be violent or cruel.

“Derek, she saved us, she bought both of us. She’s even letting us stay together. I don’t think she’s so horrible. Maybe we should giver her a chance.”

“Why? So she can lure you in and steal you away from me to somewhere I can’t protect you? She just wants to use you, or let others use you,” as he said it the thought blossomed more fully in his mind and he felt sudden dread at the thought of his precious sister being passed around by many dozens of people.

Marina leapt from her seat with a furious expression. He was being a stubborn, stupid idiot, and she couldn’t stand it when he did that, not anymore. “Have you completely forgotten that she bought you, too? That you are a part of her harem now as well? What if she decides she wants you? You think you’re going to be left alone?” she felt tears burn at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to think about people molesting her brother, but he was forgetting that they were in this, as they always had been, together. “If she doesn’t like boys, like you say she doesn’t, then what’s stopping her from passing you off to someone else? I don’t want to see you hurt either!”

Derek stopped his pacing for the first time in nearly an hour. So caught up, he had been, in worrying about Marina he forgot that he, too, was seriously in danger of being used as little more than a living sex toy. What were they going to do?

When his dark thoughts broke, he noticed Marina had planted herself again on the bed and was sobbing forlornly.

Knowing she needed comfort he sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her. Even as they sat there, though, busy thoughts of how soft her skin was beneath his fingers, how warm her body was against his, how her round bosom pressed against his chest burned him from the inside. He felt horrible, thinking of this while she needed comfort, but he could hardly stop himself.

After many minutes had passed, perhaps even hours, she still lay curled in his arms. Her sobbing had stopped; she had long ago passed out from exhaustion.

Sure that she was unconscious, Derek leaned down and spoke softly to her, “Marina, I can’t let you go; I can’t let anyone else touch you. You are mine, and you always will be. I will protect you, and they can’t take you away from me. I love you.”

Rene raised an eyebrow, half sure he had heard the boy correctly. So, he had a thing for his sister. That was interesting, and he was sure Kateri would think so as well.


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“Hello, Kaia,” the words were mild, but the tone was warm and alluring. A shiver ran up Kaia’s spine as her legs clenched together with the pang that reverberated through her core. Such a simple phrase caused so much excitement in her.

A glance over her shoulder told Kaia that the Empress was quietly watching her, as she often did, with the same playfully lustful expression Kaia had come to expect. But this time, as Kaia sat with a soft look of anxiety, pouting lips parted, eyes wide and questioning crossing her round face, Kateri turned from Kaia and went to the little slave Kaia had learned was named Jess. Kaia drew her legs tighter together as she watched the Empress greet the young slave, hands brushing down the bodice of the girl’s dress, rose colored lips covering the girl’s.

And Kaia could not miss how the girl leaned into the touch, the kiss, with a sort of eagerness Kaia imagined would soon take her over as well. It had been weeks, three weeks of Kateri’s subtle, torturous ways. The Empress would press a kiss to her wrist above the pulse; she would purr out Kaia’s name in greeting; encounters with other girl’s, and one or two boys, were carefully staged in Kaia’s path as if to show her what she was missing.

Kaia was entirely sure that those encounters were staged, but if any of the slaves faked the way they spoke of Kateri when they were alone in the harem, they would have surpassed all the world’s best actors. The awe and respect they spoke with, the longing that tinted it further, the way their hands flitted restlessly over their clothes as if caressing themselves in private all led her to believe they spoke the truth.

Kateri was tugging Jess out of the room towards the corridor that would lead them up to the royal chambers. Burning, something was burning in her as Kaia watched. Anger, lust, want, pain, rode through her in a burning rush. Kateri had been interested in her, and yes, Jess had been here longer, but now she was being snubbed by the woman who infuriatingly taunted her for weeks.

Kaia snapped the book she had been reading closed and slide it back onto the shelf.
Hurrying, she headed for her room, determined to make this all stop.


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KaS