Little One 2
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
8,326
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
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So, my show just opened, I am nearly dead with exhaustion, but here's a chapter!
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Kateri had barely made it back to her room when a barrage of ministers, councilors, advisors, and administrators overtook the parlor attached to her room. They acted like she had left them to fend for themselves for months, unable to make even the most asinine decisions about the day to day ruling of the country. They filled the next three hours of her time by constantly pushing papers in front of her. She foiled a few of them, hoping she would sign and not read them in her haste, but she was determined nothing would bear her signature without her knowledge of the contents.
So it was that the sun had just dipped sleepily below the horizon before she slid out of her travel clothes and into a silk robe, and collapsed unceremoniously onto her bed. Sleep was clouding her mind as her eyelids leadenly shut when a soft, courteous knock startled her back awake.
Rose sauntered into the room and dramatically flung herself onto the bed. Her antics drew a quick smile from her mistress, who was inching closer to lay her head on the younger woman’s shoulder.
“What is it?”
“New girls, new boys, all confused, a few jockeys for positions, others just trying to stay out of the way, everything feels so disorganized,” she sighed exasperatedly.
“And?”
“Well, I asked Jess to pick someone for you tonight,” Kateri sat up, interestedly.
“And?” Kateri replied after a pause, when the curiosity got to be unbearable, though she haughtily, obviously, feigned disinterest.
“And the one she picked seems to be fighting everything a bit.”
“Kaia”
“Hm?” Rose replied, not sure she heard her mistress correctly.
“Kaia, medium black hair, rode in with Jess and I, fought off the drugs?”
“Yeah, that one. Jess seems to think she might cause trouble if she thinks this to, ah, hostile an environment.”
“Yes, I thought so too.”
“What did the papers on her say?”
“Hm? Oh, I haven’t gotten around to reading them.” She said, trying to hide a wry smile tugging at her lips.
“Yes, you have!” Rose playfully swatted Kateri’s arm.
“Oh really? Why would you say that?”
Rose shrugged, “I heard about how you were,” she struggled for a word, “unhappy with what the dealers did, how you charged to the rescue; I’ve seen you do it before, and always, always, you obsess over them, just a little bit. You ride to their rescue and then go all possessive and protective. You even did it to Desiree and me.”
Kateri thought on it. She had never really thought of herself as overly possessive, but Rose may have had a point on the obsessive streak. In fact, she had read through the girl’s paperwork, practically memorized it.
“Alright, so I did read it.”
“And?” Rose shot back, mockingly copying Kateri’s haughty disinterest.
“17 years of age, virgin, poor family, seized as an asset of her family’s last year by group of thugs calling themselves a loan firm. They didn’t touch her though; it apparently would have been a waste of money. Virgins are always worth more, and they wanted full price. They held onto her, waiting for the fair. She’s a bit bruised up, I noticed, but I don’t think she was too badly mistreated. The impression I got from that ‘loan firm’ was that they were more interested in her a commodity. You don’t damage the goods.”
Rose nodded. Like many, she had a short story beginning with too little money and too many kids. Also, being wrenched from a family and home and thrown into a life where one of your better prospects was becoming a toy for some rich lord or lady and having very little choice in any matter of your life had to be behind her rebellious nature. She had probably had to fight for food or shelter once or twice back home and so fighting for survival here just came naturally.
Looking at her mistress she saw the pensive, moody look she rarely got washing over her features. Subtly, Rose shifted until her mistress’ face lay directly on her chest rather than her shoulder and arched her back so her breast pressed against her mistress’ cheek. Kateri’s eyes rolled up at her, the look gone from her face, replaced by the sexy, mischievous look Rose had come to know and love. She wiggled a bit more until her body was pressed against Kateri’s.
In the meantime, Kateri had tensed herself and rose to hover over Rose, sliding one leg between her slave’s legs. Her face had remained motionless, but now she turned it to lay a kiss on Rose’s breast, nibbling at the tender flesh through the thin cloth of her top. When she worked her way down and captured a nipple through the cloth, Rose arched again, softly sighing in pleasure.
Leaning on her left arm, Kateri ran her other hand down Rose’s body, fluttering here and there over spots she knew drove the young woman crazy, or darting under clothes to trace warm flesh.
Her hand cupped Rose’s sex firmly through her pants, pressing where she knew her clit would be. Rose spasmed on the bed, wanting to relish in the feeling, but knowing she had more important things to do. She clamped her legs shut and pulled Kateri’s hand away from her. Kateri’s brow scrunched in confusion. Surprise replaced it second later as she found herself flat on her back with Rose above her grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Suddenly, a word echoed through Rose’s head. She should have noticed earlier, Kateri had expounded on it quite a bit. Still frozen above her mistress in a rather compromising position, she couldn't hep but ask the question her thoughts had brought to her.
“A virgin?”
“Yes,” was all the reply she received.
“You don’t do virgins.” Kateri pushed away and rolled onto her back, staring at the high ceiling.
It was true. Kateri almost always refused to deflower a virgin. She would take the ones who were used, broken, and try to give them a better outlook, but she hated to defile someone already pure and whole.
“Want me to find someone else? I can, it would be easy, we haven’t even told her, or gotten her ready or anything.”
“No. Send her up.” Kateri sounded defeated.
Rose pushed herself up and climbed over to hover above Kateri, looking worriedly at her mistress.
After a moment and a long breath, Kateri shifted her eyes to meet her slave’s. “It’s been a while, and she is more than old enough. And she is going to give us trouble. Just send her up, but send her alone.”
Rose nodded, not liking how pensive Kateri looked, but rolled off the bed all the same and left quietly, closing the servant’s door behind her.
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It seemed a long walk back to the harem, and Rose was very deep in thought. She hadn’t expected her mistress to agree to the girl, but she had, and stranger still, she asked for the girl alone. The last virgin she had taken to her bed had been a young woman a few years older the Kaia. Ella had been strong, independent, and more than willing. She knew her mind on the matter, but Kateri still insisted on Camion being in the room with them. She had wanted Ella to have the choice of gender with her first partner. In the end Ella had chosen the Empress, and Camion had idly stood by, watching with avid interest, but still the choice had been there. If she had wanted the first one to touch her to be male, well, Kateri would temporarily waive her claim and let the first time go. If the slave in question decided they wanted only men after that, she would respect that as well. It had happened before.
Kateri almost always refused virgins, but after hundreds of slaves, there had been a handful that had made their way into her bed. The one before Ella was a boy, Gere, and he too had chosen his Empress. Rose had heard Camion talk about it once or twice with Rene, so the man knew what was going on with the slaves he managed. He said he had never seen Kateri be gentler, or more seductive than with those who had never been touched before. It boggled her mind, then, to think of Kateri asking for the girl alone. She played the conversation over in her mind, and finally all she could think of was that Kateri had downplayed how much she was interested in this particular girl. Turning down the last corner to the harem, where she would inform Rene of Kateri’s decision, she decided maybe this time, Kateri was going to be just a little bit selfish.
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In the room Rose had just left, Kateri remained sprawled on the bed in deep thought just as her slave had been. Her mind spun through possibilities, scenarios encompassing the variety of ways Kaia could respond tonight, be it resistance or acquiescence. It didn’t matter, she supposed, she wouldn’t be able to do anything until the time actually came and she knew the girl’s mind on the subject. Kateri wanted her, but knew it wasn’t in her to force herself on the girl. Jess had required coercion, but she had never fought or said no.
It seemed a seduction was in order.
KaS
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Kateri had barely made it back to her room when a barrage of ministers, councilors, advisors, and administrators overtook the parlor attached to her room. They acted like she had left them to fend for themselves for months, unable to make even the most asinine decisions about the day to day ruling of the country. They filled the next three hours of her time by constantly pushing papers in front of her. She foiled a few of them, hoping she would sign and not read them in her haste, but she was determined nothing would bear her signature without her knowledge of the contents.
So it was that the sun had just dipped sleepily below the horizon before she slid out of her travel clothes and into a silk robe, and collapsed unceremoniously onto her bed. Sleep was clouding her mind as her eyelids leadenly shut when a soft, courteous knock startled her back awake.
Rose sauntered into the room and dramatically flung herself onto the bed. Her antics drew a quick smile from her mistress, who was inching closer to lay her head on the younger woman’s shoulder.
“What is it?”
“New girls, new boys, all confused, a few jockeys for positions, others just trying to stay out of the way, everything feels so disorganized,” she sighed exasperatedly.
“And?”
“Well, I asked Jess to pick someone for you tonight,” Kateri sat up, interestedly.
“And?” Kateri replied after a pause, when the curiosity got to be unbearable, though she haughtily, obviously, feigned disinterest.
“And the one she picked seems to be fighting everything a bit.”
“Kaia”
“Hm?” Rose replied, not sure she heard her mistress correctly.
“Kaia, medium black hair, rode in with Jess and I, fought off the drugs?”
“Yeah, that one. Jess seems to think she might cause trouble if she thinks this to, ah, hostile an environment.”
“Yes, I thought so too.”
“What did the papers on her say?”
“Hm? Oh, I haven’t gotten around to reading them.” She said, trying to hide a wry smile tugging at her lips.
“Yes, you have!” Rose playfully swatted Kateri’s arm.
“Oh really? Why would you say that?”
Rose shrugged, “I heard about how you were,” she struggled for a word, “unhappy with what the dealers did, how you charged to the rescue; I’ve seen you do it before, and always, always, you obsess over them, just a little bit. You ride to their rescue and then go all possessive and protective. You even did it to Desiree and me.”
Kateri thought on it. She had never really thought of herself as overly possessive, but Rose may have had a point on the obsessive streak. In fact, she had read through the girl’s paperwork, practically memorized it.
“Alright, so I did read it.”
“And?” Rose shot back, mockingly copying Kateri’s haughty disinterest.
“17 years of age, virgin, poor family, seized as an asset of her family’s last year by group of thugs calling themselves a loan firm. They didn’t touch her though; it apparently would have been a waste of money. Virgins are always worth more, and they wanted full price. They held onto her, waiting for the fair. She’s a bit bruised up, I noticed, but I don’t think she was too badly mistreated. The impression I got from that ‘loan firm’ was that they were more interested in her a commodity. You don’t damage the goods.”
Rose nodded. Like many, she had a short story beginning with too little money and too many kids. Also, being wrenched from a family and home and thrown into a life where one of your better prospects was becoming a toy for some rich lord or lady and having very little choice in any matter of your life had to be behind her rebellious nature. She had probably had to fight for food or shelter once or twice back home and so fighting for survival here just came naturally.
Looking at her mistress she saw the pensive, moody look she rarely got washing over her features. Subtly, Rose shifted until her mistress’ face lay directly on her chest rather than her shoulder and arched her back so her breast pressed against her mistress’ cheek. Kateri’s eyes rolled up at her, the look gone from her face, replaced by the sexy, mischievous look Rose had come to know and love. She wiggled a bit more until her body was pressed against Kateri’s.
In the meantime, Kateri had tensed herself and rose to hover over Rose, sliding one leg between her slave’s legs. Her face had remained motionless, but now she turned it to lay a kiss on Rose’s breast, nibbling at the tender flesh through the thin cloth of her top. When she worked her way down and captured a nipple through the cloth, Rose arched again, softly sighing in pleasure.
Leaning on her left arm, Kateri ran her other hand down Rose’s body, fluttering here and there over spots she knew drove the young woman crazy, or darting under clothes to trace warm flesh.
Her hand cupped Rose’s sex firmly through her pants, pressing where she knew her clit would be. Rose spasmed on the bed, wanting to relish in the feeling, but knowing she had more important things to do. She clamped her legs shut and pulled Kateri’s hand away from her. Kateri’s brow scrunched in confusion. Surprise replaced it second later as she found herself flat on her back with Rose above her grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Suddenly, a word echoed through Rose’s head. She should have noticed earlier, Kateri had expounded on it quite a bit. Still frozen above her mistress in a rather compromising position, she couldn't hep but ask the question her thoughts had brought to her.
“A virgin?”
“Yes,” was all the reply she received.
“You don’t do virgins.” Kateri pushed away and rolled onto her back, staring at the high ceiling.
It was true. Kateri almost always refused to deflower a virgin. She would take the ones who were used, broken, and try to give them a better outlook, but she hated to defile someone already pure and whole.
“Want me to find someone else? I can, it would be easy, we haven’t even told her, or gotten her ready or anything.”
“No. Send her up.” Kateri sounded defeated.
Rose pushed herself up and climbed over to hover above Kateri, looking worriedly at her mistress.
After a moment and a long breath, Kateri shifted her eyes to meet her slave’s. “It’s been a while, and she is more than old enough. And she is going to give us trouble. Just send her up, but send her alone.”
Rose nodded, not liking how pensive Kateri looked, but rolled off the bed all the same and left quietly, closing the servant’s door behind her.
~~~~~~~~~~
It seemed a long walk back to the harem, and Rose was very deep in thought. She hadn’t expected her mistress to agree to the girl, but she had, and stranger still, she asked for the girl alone. The last virgin she had taken to her bed had been a young woman a few years older the Kaia. Ella had been strong, independent, and more than willing. She knew her mind on the matter, but Kateri still insisted on Camion being in the room with them. She had wanted Ella to have the choice of gender with her first partner. In the end Ella had chosen the Empress, and Camion had idly stood by, watching with avid interest, but still the choice had been there. If she had wanted the first one to touch her to be male, well, Kateri would temporarily waive her claim and let the first time go. If the slave in question decided they wanted only men after that, she would respect that as well. It had happened before.
Kateri almost always refused virgins, but after hundreds of slaves, there had been a handful that had made their way into her bed. The one before Ella was a boy, Gere, and he too had chosen his Empress. Rose had heard Camion talk about it once or twice with Rene, so the man knew what was going on with the slaves he managed. He said he had never seen Kateri be gentler, or more seductive than with those who had never been touched before. It boggled her mind, then, to think of Kateri asking for the girl alone. She played the conversation over in her mind, and finally all she could think of was that Kateri had downplayed how much she was interested in this particular girl. Turning down the last corner to the harem, where she would inform Rene of Kateri’s decision, she decided maybe this time, Kateri was going to be just a little bit selfish.
~~~~~~~~~~~
In the room Rose had just left, Kateri remained sprawled on the bed in deep thought just as her slave had been. Her mind spun through possibilities, scenarios encompassing the variety of ways Kaia could respond tonight, be it resistance or acquiescence. It didn’t matter, she supposed, she wouldn’t be able to do anything until the time actually came and she knew the girl’s mind on the subject. Kateri wanted her, but knew it wasn’t in her to force herself on the girl. Jess had required coercion, but she had never fought or said no.
It seemed a seduction was in order.
KaS