Little One 2
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
8,325
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Home again, home again
Hey, so, life has been crazy and somewhere along the line I realized I hated the way I had written the next three chapters over winter break and decided to completely rework them, so here ya go, new and improved!
As always, I love and appreciate reviews, you make my life happy! Roses for reviewers at the bottom!
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Home again, home again...
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Hours later saw the group at the carriage again. The seating arrangements had changed. Jess and Kateri would ride with the three new slaves, mildly drugged to keep them calm on the trip home. Rose and Des would accompany the purchases they made back on one of the servants’ carriages, and Camion would be escorting the new slaves.
The two siblings, as it turned out they were, slumped together next to Jess, their hands seeking each other even in sleep. The terror struck girl huddled in a corner, her eyes glazed but wide, fighting the drugs. Her head nodded forward every so often, but she snapped back up. She didn’t talk, which was fine by Jess.
“Did Rose and Des find anything?” she asked, trying to strike up conversation with her empress.
“Hah, if they didn’t, I would have started looking for other signs of the apocalypse. Yes, Des found several new slaves, both for the palace and the harem. Seems to be a good year for siblings; she found another pair, brother and sister, twins though. Rose was positive Des was ready to faint at the sight of them. Rose picked up some decorations for the palace. They seemed to be happy with what they found. Rene found a replacement cook,” she paused as Jess cut in.
“Yes, Camion and I saw that.”
“And he found, and I quote, ‘something that may amuse you’,” she laughed.
Jess looked the three new slaves.
They all bore bruises, all looked miserable. Earlier they had been different mixtures of anger, fear, and pain; silence had overcome them once they reached the carriage. The boy’s eyes had widened and he had wrapped his arms protectively around the girl. Then they had slid in quietly after Des slipped them the drugs, disguised in water skins.
Jess leaned back and stared out the distant window. It was going to be a long, hopefully uneventful trip home.
Home loomed in the distance. Jess wondered when she had started calling it home. She had never had a home; faint memories of her mother were all that was left of her family in a home she never remembered. The houses she worked in were places of sweat, and hurt, and turmoil. Home, she had never had one. Did she now? Really? She supposed so. Home, as she understood it, was a safe, caring place. It was a good enough for the palace where she had been saved by none other than the Empress herself. She stole a smirking glance at the other three slaves; would they be able to call this place home someday?
The carriage pulled through the main gates just as Kateri stirred, stretching languidly, and she reached across the seat to kiss Jess’ hand. When a faint blush tinted her cheeks, Kateri smiled broadly. It was one of many intimate moments Jess loved. She felt special, loved.
A moment later, however, it was ruined when Jess’ gaze shifted and fell on the dark haired girl staring at her in shock and betrayal, as if Jess should have kicked and bit Kateri rather than let her touch her. She had finally fought off the last of the drugs effect an hour ago and had shot Jess glares every couple of minutes.
Jess returned the look with a mild glare; she wouldn’t put up with it.
Outside the horses clambered to a halt and a footman opened the side door, helping Kateri out first. The Empress rose with grace, gliding down the three short steps with a polite smile. Jess strained forward to see the dozens of courtiers waiting for their return. The girl across from her dug her heels into the carpeted floor, pressed her back into the seat, and gave all appearances of not being willing to leave the carriage.
Jess rolled her eyes and rose to follow her mistress. Rene was waiting, looking refreshed and bright eyed; his carriage had arrived a few hours ago. When he drew forward to gather her up and whisk her off, she could see the tightness around his eyes. The perfectly polite face was more forced than Kateri’s, but better hidden. He personally offered his arm and guided her inside, through a maze of passages, and into the courtyard connecting to the harem. A few more steps landed them in his office, where he promptly fell into a chair, letting out an exasperated gust of air.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything,” sneaking a peek at her he continued. “As much as I love the fair, it always means more
slaves, more paperwork, more work all around for me.”
A wicked idea bloomed in her mind at his distressed state.
“Poor thing,” she giggled, climbing into his lap. He remained unmoved, giving another pouty little sigh. Too tired to move he let her, though he wasn’t sure what she wanted. \
“You have so much to do, and you’ve already been stressed…”
His eyes smirked when he realized what she was getting at. But he didn’t let that smirk spread to his lips and kept his head flung back against the chair. She took advantage and laid soft kisses down his neck. Pausing at the neckline of his shirt, dipping her tongue down below it as her hands worked at his buttons she began to undo his tension as well as his clothes. A moan was the only indication he gave of her ministrations, but as she worked her way down his chest and stomach, taunt with the stress of the past few days, his arms came up to circle her shoulders and he ran a hand though her loosely bound hair.
Fingers twined in her silky hair and he marveled the way the warm, thick strands felt between his fingers. He massaged her scalp as her tongue teased over his neck and chest, sending spark of lust and need through his body straight to his groin. The tension of the past few weeks built and swelled within him, congealing into a coil of want. He wanted nothing else but to flip her onto his desk and pound into her until she screamed, until he couldn’t feel anymore, until the desk splintered and cracked beneath the force of their heated passion. He couldn’t though, he was just too tired, but he decided to file that thought away for later. After he had had a bath and several long hours of sleep he would be sure to indulge himself.
When she moved to unfasten his pants, he petted her hair in encouragement and lifted his hips at her direction so she could slide his pants down a bit.
Even if he hadn’t rested since his return, he had taken a moment to freshen up and his skin smelled of cologne.
He tasted clean. She finally freed him of his pants, his cock bobbing gently before her. Jess swiped her tongue over the tip of him, and a gurgle escaped his lips.
He didn’t feel like fighting this pleasure. Normally he fought his release, years of training taught him to hold out as long as possible, but if she was willing to do this for him, he wasn’t going to argue. His hand fisted in her hair and he bucked gently into her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
It wasn’t long before she felt him writhe, jerking upwards into her mouth. Jess fought not to choke, keeping her mouth around him even as she felt a warm flood enter her mouth.
Rene was gasping, reeling from his orgasm and he still felt her throat convulsing as she swallowed. Petting her hair again and smoothing it back into place after he had mused it, he gulped a few lungfuls of air to steady himself before leaning down to gather her in his arms. She let him, and paused as he tucked himself away. She found herself in his lap snuggled against his chest when he spoke again.
“That was fun. Almost wish you hadn’t though, because now I have another favor to ask.”
“What? Anything I can do to help…”
“New slaves. Do you remember how you felt, how you acted when you first arrived?” his voice was still a little ragged as he tried to speak.
“Well, as you can imagine, it’s exactly how they feel. They rarely know how to react, especially those who have never been treated with any kindness. Some will be well trained enough that they won’t act out, they will follow along with anything we tell them, and eventually, over time, it will sink in that Kateri isn’t a cruel master.
But some, such as the three Kateri bought,” he rolled his eyes, one of the very few indications he ever thought poorly of one of Kateri’s decisions. “Anyway, they probably won’t believe her, or you for that matter, if you tell them she isn’t going to hurt them. But it is possible they will look to you for reassurance. You’ve been here longer, and you are Kateri’s favorite. I just need you to steer them in the right direction, help them, and make sure they don’t think she is a monster.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
Pouting at his lack of advice, she slid off his lap and meandered off to find her own room. After freshening up, she headed out into the main room of the harem. Several of the girls were playing chess, a few lounged around in the slants of sunlight that filtered through the windows. But the main activity in the room surrounded the group of new arrivals that were being shepherded in by Rose and Desiree. Jess edged around the room until she stood next to Rose, who was kindly urging them inside.
“Hey Rose, can I help?”
“Not much, sorry love, we’re getting them settled in, mostly. Not much to do now. Ah, but, Kateri has asked for one of them tonight. Any suggestions?”
Jess let her eyes sweep the room. She had only seen the three Kateri had bought, but now that she got her chance to look at the rest, there was no denying that Des and Rene had had good luck at the fair. They were collectively beautiful to look at, individually a treat as well. Within second she had spotted the three Kateri had bought, and anther few minutes revealed who Jess was sure were the twins Kateri had mentioned Des buying.
They had to be, perfect blond hair, perfect blue eyes, brother and sister. They looked serene, even in the panicky crowd around them. Jess allowed herself a few more seconds of ogling before she returned to her task. There. On the edge of the crowd, looking ready to bolt, was the dark haired girl Kateri had bought. Jess had spotted her before but it was now her mind began ticking.
She would be the most likely to fight, and therefore the most work. Why not start now, before she got any ideas of escape or rebellion?
Jess nudged Rose and pointed discretely towards the girl. Rose raised an eyebrow at her and she leaned over to whisper, “She was fighting us the whole way back, shook off the drugs and everything. Maybe if she sees that Kateri can be kind, she won’t fight us every which way.”
Rose nodded, and made note of the girl.
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@->-- It's a rose, get it?
@->-- hatred: So glad you like!
@->-- Leentje: I am glad you like and appreciate your reviews. I will try to post regularly, which is being helped by the fact that i have several of the next chapters written. did you used to go by a slightly different name?
@->-- Joee: I will be updating regularly now, *crosses fingers*
Review? Please?
KaS
As always, I love and appreciate reviews, you make my life happy! Roses for reviewers at the bottom!
~
Home again, home again...
~
Hours later saw the group at the carriage again. The seating arrangements had changed. Jess and Kateri would ride with the three new slaves, mildly drugged to keep them calm on the trip home. Rose and Des would accompany the purchases they made back on one of the servants’ carriages, and Camion would be escorting the new slaves.
The two siblings, as it turned out they were, slumped together next to Jess, their hands seeking each other even in sleep. The terror struck girl huddled in a corner, her eyes glazed but wide, fighting the drugs. Her head nodded forward every so often, but she snapped back up. She didn’t talk, which was fine by Jess.
“Did Rose and Des find anything?” she asked, trying to strike up conversation with her empress.
“Hah, if they didn’t, I would have started looking for other signs of the apocalypse. Yes, Des found several new slaves, both for the palace and the harem. Seems to be a good year for siblings; she found another pair, brother and sister, twins though. Rose was positive Des was ready to faint at the sight of them. Rose picked up some decorations for the palace. They seemed to be happy with what they found. Rene found a replacement cook,” she paused as Jess cut in.
“Yes, Camion and I saw that.”
“And he found, and I quote, ‘something that may amuse you’,” she laughed.
Jess looked the three new slaves.
They all bore bruises, all looked miserable. Earlier they had been different mixtures of anger, fear, and pain; silence had overcome them once they reached the carriage. The boy’s eyes had widened and he had wrapped his arms protectively around the girl. Then they had slid in quietly after Des slipped them the drugs, disguised in water skins.
Jess leaned back and stared out the distant window. It was going to be a long, hopefully uneventful trip home.
Home loomed in the distance. Jess wondered when she had started calling it home. She had never had a home; faint memories of her mother were all that was left of her family in a home she never remembered. The houses she worked in were places of sweat, and hurt, and turmoil. Home, she had never had one. Did she now? Really? She supposed so. Home, as she understood it, was a safe, caring place. It was a good enough for the palace where she had been saved by none other than the Empress herself. She stole a smirking glance at the other three slaves; would they be able to call this place home someday?
The carriage pulled through the main gates just as Kateri stirred, stretching languidly, and she reached across the seat to kiss Jess’ hand. When a faint blush tinted her cheeks, Kateri smiled broadly. It was one of many intimate moments Jess loved. She felt special, loved.
A moment later, however, it was ruined when Jess’ gaze shifted and fell on the dark haired girl staring at her in shock and betrayal, as if Jess should have kicked and bit Kateri rather than let her touch her. She had finally fought off the last of the drugs effect an hour ago and had shot Jess glares every couple of minutes.
Jess returned the look with a mild glare; she wouldn’t put up with it.
Outside the horses clambered to a halt and a footman opened the side door, helping Kateri out first. The Empress rose with grace, gliding down the three short steps with a polite smile. Jess strained forward to see the dozens of courtiers waiting for their return. The girl across from her dug her heels into the carpeted floor, pressed her back into the seat, and gave all appearances of not being willing to leave the carriage.
Jess rolled her eyes and rose to follow her mistress. Rene was waiting, looking refreshed and bright eyed; his carriage had arrived a few hours ago. When he drew forward to gather her up and whisk her off, she could see the tightness around his eyes. The perfectly polite face was more forced than Kateri’s, but better hidden. He personally offered his arm and guided her inside, through a maze of passages, and into the courtyard connecting to the harem. A few more steps landed them in his office, where he promptly fell into a chair, letting out an exasperated gust of air.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Everything,” sneaking a peek at her he continued. “As much as I love the fair, it always means more
slaves, more paperwork, more work all around for me.”
A wicked idea bloomed in her mind at his distressed state.
“Poor thing,” she giggled, climbing into his lap. He remained unmoved, giving another pouty little sigh. Too tired to move he let her, though he wasn’t sure what she wanted. \
“You have so much to do, and you’ve already been stressed…”
His eyes smirked when he realized what she was getting at. But he didn’t let that smirk spread to his lips and kept his head flung back against the chair. She took advantage and laid soft kisses down his neck. Pausing at the neckline of his shirt, dipping her tongue down below it as her hands worked at his buttons she began to undo his tension as well as his clothes. A moan was the only indication he gave of her ministrations, but as she worked her way down his chest and stomach, taunt with the stress of the past few days, his arms came up to circle her shoulders and he ran a hand though her loosely bound hair.
Fingers twined in her silky hair and he marveled the way the warm, thick strands felt between his fingers. He massaged her scalp as her tongue teased over his neck and chest, sending spark of lust and need through his body straight to his groin. The tension of the past few weeks built and swelled within him, congealing into a coil of want. He wanted nothing else but to flip her onto his desk and pound into her until she screamed, until he couldn’t feel anymore, until the desk splintered and cracked beneath the force of their heated passion. He couldn’t though, he was just too tired, but he decided to file that thought away for later. After he had had a bath and several long hours of sleep he would be sure to indulge himself.
When she moved to unfasten his pants, he petted her hair in encouragement and lifted his hips at her direction so she could slide his pants down a bit.
Even if he hadn’t rested since his return, he had taken a moment to freshen up and his skin smelled of cologne.
He tasted clean. She finally freed him of his pants, his cock bobbing gently before her. Jess swiped her tongue over the tip of him, and a gurgle escaped his lips.
He didn’t feel like fighting this pleasure. Normally he fought his release, years of training taught him to hold out as long as possible, but if she was willing to do this for him, he wasn’t going to argue. His hand fisted in her hair and he bucked gently into her mouth as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked him deeper into her mouth.
It wasn’t long before she felt him writhe, jerking upwards into her mouth. Jess fought not to choke, keeping her mouth around him even as she felt a warm flood enter her mouth.
Rene was gasping, reeling from his orgasm and he still felt her throat convulsing as she swallowed. Petting her hair again and smoothing it back into place after he had mused it, he gulped a few lungfuls of air to steady himself before leaning down to gather her in his arms. She let him, and paused as he tucked himself away. She found herself in his lap snuggled against his chest when he spoke again.
“That was fun. Almost wish you hadn’t though, because now I have another favor to ask.”
“What? Anything I can do to help…”
“New slaves. Do you remember how you felt, how you acted when you first arrived?” his voice was still a little ragged as he tried to speak.
“Well, as you can imagine, it’s exactly how they feel. They rarely know how to react, especially those who have never been treated with any kindness. Some will be well trained enough that they won’t act out, they will follow along with anything we tell them, and eventually, over time, it will sink in that Kateri isn’t a cruel master.
But some, such as the three Kateri bought,” he rolled his eyes, one of the very few indications he ever thought poorly of one of Kateri’s decisions. “Anyway, they probably won’t believe her, or you for that matter, if you tell them she isn’t going to hurt them. But it is possible they will look to you for reassurance. You’ve been here longer, and you are Kateri’s favorite. I just need you to steer them in the right direction, help them, and make sure they don’t think she is a monster.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
Pouting at his lack of advice, she slid off his lap and meandered off to find her own room. After freshening up, she headed out into the main room of the harem. Several of the girls were playing chess, a few lounged around in the slants of sunlight that filtered through the windows. But the main activity in the room surrounded the group of new arrivals that were being shepherded in by Rose and Desiree. Jess edged around the room until she stood next to Rose, who was kindly urging them inside.
“Hey Rose, can I help?”
“Not much, sorry love, we’re getting them settled in, mostly. Not much to do now. Ah, but, Kateri has asked for one of them tonight. Any suggestions?”
Jess let her eyes sweep the room. She had only seen the three Kateri had bought, but now that she got her chance to look at the rest, there was no denying that Des and Rene had had good luck at the fair. They were collectively beautiful to look at, individually a treat as well. Within second she had spotted the three Kateri had bought, and anther few minutes revealed who Jess was sure were the twins Kateri had mentioned Des buying.
They had to be, perfect blond hair, perfect blue eyes, brother and sister. They looked serene, even in the panicky crowd around them. Jess allowed herself a few more seconds of ogling before she returned to her task. There. On the edge of the crowd, looking ready to bolt, was the dark haired girl Kateri had bought. Jess had spotted her before but it was now her mind began ticking.
She would be the most likely to fight, and therefore the most work. Why not start now, before she got any ideas of escape or rebellion?
Jess nudged Rose and pointed discretely towards the girl. Rose raised an eyebrow at her and she leaned over to whisper, “She was fighting us the whole way back, shook off the drugs and everything. Maybe if she sees that Kateri can be kind, she won’t fight us every which way.”
Rose nodded, and made note of the girl.
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@->-- It's a rose, get it?
@->-- hatred: So glad you like!
@->-- Leentje: I am glad you like and appreciate your reviews. I will try to post regularly, which is being helped by the fact that i have several of the next chapters written. did you used to go by a slightly different name?
@->-- Joee: I will be updating regularly now, *crosses fingers*
Review? Please?
KaS