[Rezail’s POV]
I can see he had had a rough night when he comes to the bedroom. His eyes are bloodshot and he seems so tired. I’m totally surprised when he just walks to me where I sit on the bed and collapses next to me. His eyes drifts shut and he motions me to lie down too.
I do just as he wishes and he wraps his hands around me like I was some teddy bear. I can feel his warm breath on my neck as he snuggles closer. I don’t dare to ask what has happened but I can tell that he is upset. I caress his hair and without noticing start to massage his scalp.
The nearly purring sound makes me realize what I’m doing. His eyes are closed and I feel his breath even. I’m mesmerized by his reaction; it seems he is starving for tenderness as much as I need the pain. He just doesn’t seem to have noticed it himself. I also have a feeling that he doesn’t want me to tell him what he needs.
We lay on the bed for a long time and he relaxes in my arms. He falls asleep after awhile and I just watch him. His red hair is like fire shining in different shades of red and his now relaxed face shows marks from his past. Somebody has been cruel enough to harm his face permanently. I haven’t noticed the little scars before as they are so well cured but being this close to him gives me great view. “Who did this to you, master..?”
The words leave me before I can stop them and I’m afraid that I have ruined this peaceful moment. My fear is soothed as Zeil stays asleep but he murmurs a word that I have heard before. “Father…”
It makes my blood boil for some reason. Does this mean that his father is the reason why Zeil kill’s people and tortures the ones he spares? Is the old man one from who Zeil has learned everything?
I keep massaging his scalp and press a little kiss on those fiery locks of his. If the tenderness is what my master needs to carry on he will get all he wants. I only hope that this won’t change how he behaves towards me.
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[Zeil’s POV]
I wake up in warmth of someone else’s body pressed against my own. It takes some time from my sleepy brains to understand that I’m in my hideout and you are next to me, my pet. You have stayed by my side while I slept and still you are there now deep in sleep. I think I’ll let you sleep for now.
This is the first time for a long time I didn’t wake up screaming or nearly in panic due my nightmares. Was it because you were next to me? I recall the tender fingers in my hair massaging my aching head gently. It felt nice… I shake my head a little; I can’t let myself to get used t this. This all will be over someday and then I’m alone again. I know I’ll die in prison as even other criminals do keep my kind the lowest of all the trash. I have raped people and in the underground society it is worse crime than murder. I’ve done plenty of those too.
I try to shake the thoughts of punishment from my mind. I’m not delusional; I know they will get me someday. I just hope I still have some time to be with you, my pet, as I have a feeling that this is just a beginning for something I have never had…
I slip away from your arms and leave you to sleep. I feel like playing but not with you. I need to collect myself before I can play with you properly. So for now some of my harem boys will do. Maybe I make them play with each other…
I dress myself to more suitable attire for this occasion and leave the room. My steps echo a little as the whole place is dead silent. My maid is resting and the harem is soundproof… Ah, maybe I should sneak a peak in their life before I go…
I go to get my laptop and connect it to wire coming from wall. With few clicks I’m watching a security camera view from the harem with bad quality sounds. I see them sitting together speaking and I turn the sound louder.
“Why we do as the fucking psycho tells us? He doesn’t even carry a weapon nowadays! Together we are stronger than him.”
The one called as Varen is growing bolder day by day; maybe I should give him new lesson with the whip… I wait for the responses of the others in the room. I know that not all of them are as bold as my little wayward slave with scars.
“You shouldn’t speak so loud or about that kind of things at all, Varen… He might be listening…”
This one I really like. He is calm and collected but breaks nicely while we are playing. With patience and right training he might be able to be like my dear pet but I have neither time nor patience for him. Also I have no need for another pet.
“Galen is right… If he gets to know that we have even discussed about this, he will punish us for sure.”
I don’t remember this one’s name… Si..Sire…Siru…Forget it.. I can’t remember… It’s not necessary information.
“But he will do those horrible things to us even if we do nothing!”
Ah, Varen is about to panic again. He might still be a little bit upset of our playtime with the water… I watch how Galen gathers the other slave in his arms and comforts him like my pet did to me. Oh, if the others knew about it I would be finished.
“I think we could surprise him when he comes from the door… Just attack him instantly…”
Ahhah! They are starting to revolt once again. I see it’s time to give them lesson they won’t forget. This one will be coming to play with me soon. His name is Tiren if I remember correctly.
“Are you insane, Tiren!? He will kill us if we fail!”
“You are such a crybaby, Siron, he will kill us no matter what we do. We need to get out of here.”
So that the name was; I’m sure I’ll remember it from now on. They seem to be ready to fight so I shut down my laptop and close it back to the safety locker. With measured steps I walk to the playroom. Everything is still on their places. Only that I notice that some of my equipment has been cleaned after our latest game. So my maid is bolder too. I must thank her somehow later... Maybe I buy her a new dress…
With a smirk I gather a pile of shackles in my arms. They are special kind manacles for my naughty slaves. I let the smirk grow on my lips as I walk back to the harem room. I know they might be waiting for me but even if I might be insane I’ve never been a fool. I have my knife with me all the time and even without it I can kill an adult man with one move.
At the door I quietly open the peak hole and see that they really are ready to attack me, or at least some of them. Galen is still convincing Varen to let the matter be and only four others seem to be ready to risk their lives. The smirk on my face deepens into a malicious grin. It’s time to retrain my slaves.
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[Siron’s POV]
It’s all useless. They are too desperate to hear the reason. Zeil will surely punish them and maybe the ones who didn’t do anything too. He comes every day to check that everything is the same so it’s only the matter of time he opens the door and our fate is sealed.
I could never say this to the others but he is quite fare for what he is. Sure he has done bad things to all of us and I’m afraid of him but we are fed and taken care of nicely. This room we live in is warm and there are blankets and pillows to sleep in. Maybe if we just wait patiently and suffer through all the humiliation and pain he puts us through the police gets him and we are freed from this nightmare. Surely he will be caught one day.
“This is going to end badly, Galen…” My voice is only a whisper as Varen is still nearby and he seems to be really into this ‘let’s surprise the monster’ thing…
“I know, Siron, I know… They won’t listen to us so let’s just cover our own backs…” Galen’s voice is grave and the words surprise me.
“I thought you were going to support Varen.”
“He should know better than this. This ludicrous ‘surprise attack’ will fail. Our abductor is not a fool even if he is insane.” His voice hides the fear I see in his eyes. Hi is worried to sick but he won’t show it now.
I can relate to what he is feeling. Usually we haven’t done anything but he still plays with us, he picked Varen to be punished after the incident with Rezail. Galen wanted to save Varen then as it really wasn’t his fault but now the fool is getting himself in the situation he could blame only himself.
“He will punish us all…” My voice is so tiny I hardly recognize it myself.
“He might do that but whatever we will have to go through after this will feel a lot more awful to the idiots who caused this as they know they are to blame from the pain we endure.” Galen pats my shoulder and turns to walk away from the door and I follow him.
“That really doesn’t comfort me much…” I feel like smiling a little. It is such a wicked feeling. I know I’m afraid but I know he won’t kill us. Not us who haven’t done anything. He wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble to take care of our unthankful lot if he was meaning to kill us.
I sit beside Galen and look at Heras who is shaking his head in near panic. “Are you ok?”
He looks at me and his eyes are full of fear. “Those idiots are condemning us all!” His voice betrays the tears that are not yet leaking from his eyes.
I reach for Heras and hug him tightly. I can feel how he starts to sob and my own eyes are stinging too. We cling to each other as the door opens and I see Zeil’s serious expression.
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[Galen’s POV]
He is not one to play with, the man who have caught us all. Zeil is furious now and I can see he was expecting this. Does he have cameras here or is there a peeping hole somewhere? I see Varen attack first and Tiren follows his mark. They are both down before the other three have time to reach the flurry of movement that calls himself as our master.
Varen is unmoving heap under Tiren’s body. I hope they are still alive, but I hope that they don’t try anything else. Zeil doesn’t even sweat as he knocks Fivas, Keln, and Lorn down. They don’t move either.
Then he raises his piercing gaze to us. We sit together on the other side of the room trying to be as still as possible.
“Half and half, eh? Or are you the second wave?” His voice is amused now. I can see mirth in his eyes.
I stand up only to kneel and bow my head. Maybe this will spare us from punishment. “No…master…” I hate to say the word. It doesn’t feel right in my mouth.
He doesn’t look at us anymore. He is staring the ones lying on his feet. “What naughty slaves I have… I must retrain you all to make sure this won’t happen again…”
I wince at the words. He will punish us all and the word retrain makes my skin crawl. The first times when he ‘played’ with us were called as training and he made us do horrible things to each other or to ourselves…
He closes the door that is still open after the little scene and then he walks to us. He still has the shackles in his hand; he never let go of them while he managed to subdue the five one handedly. “You are still behaving so maybe I don’t need to train you from the start but to make my point clear I will give you all some training. It will have to wait as there are more urgent matters to handle with the five naughty slaves over there.”
I don’t dare to look at him and from the corner of my eye I can see the others are kneeling too. This is going to be very hard night…
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[Zeil’s POV]
I drop the shackles in front of the five kneeling slaves and watch how you all react to them. To my utter surprise the timid one called Siron takes one pair of them in his hands.
“Good slave you are, now go there and put them on one of the naughty ones.” I can see hesitation but still you do as I say and snap the irons around Tiren’s wrists and ankles. The soft moan tells me the one you shackled is awake enough to feel the specialty of these chains.
“The rest of you, do the same to the others.” I let my voice come as devoid from all the emotions as I can and it makes all of you move in hurried way. I’m surprised as the one called Galen closes the nasty irons around Varen’s wrists.
“You made this mess, now you have to carry the consequences.” Your voice is silent and I hear Varen’s gasps over it. They turn to sobs as I walk closer.
“Right you are my slave.” I rest my hand on the dark hair of Galen and reach for the chains connecting Varen’s wrists. “I see now that our little play time together wasn’t enough. You really need to be retrained my naughty slave.” I pull you up and you cry in agony as the little spikes inside the manacles bites in your skin. They aren’t sharp enough to pierce the skin if you don’t trash in them too much.
“I’ll take two of you at time and you are the one of each pair, as you need the training most.” I lean closer you now my eyes cold. “I assure you, before this night is over you will be the good little fuck toy you used to be right from the beginning.” My voice is a menacing whisper in your ear and you sob harder. I think you are learning already how bad the idea to attack me was.
I take a good hold of your chains and pick up another slave, Tiren. “Off we go then.” My voice betrays my eagerness to play and in this occasion it’s not a bad thing as I can feel shudders that you two have.
With ease I open the door and haul you with me to the dim corridor locking the door firmly. I walk to the play room and the two of you follow me nicely due the manacles. As I step in I see my maid setting a bowl of water on the night stand and some clean towels to the edge of the bed.
I don’t react to this at all as I pull the two slaves closer and fasten the chain from the wall to their chains. “Wait right here, we will start soon.” Only now I turn my attention to the woman standing completely still head bowed nicely.
“Thank you for cleaning the things.” I walk to you and you raise your eyes.
“It is my duty, master. Should I bring anything else to you?” You fear me but you enjoy my trust.
I take a look around and see that everything I might need is here already. “I don’t need anything else. You may go back to rest.”
You incline your head but still there is a question in your eyes. I nod my permission to ask.
“Have you eaten today master? Should I make something for you to snack?”
I like this about you. You don’t try to save others. “That would be wonderful. Bring me something easy to eat as I have to train these naughty slaves once again. It might take all the night.”
“As you wish, master…” You leave quickly and close the door after yourself. I watch you to go and then turn to look at the two slaves I have at my mercy. “Now then, shall we begin?”
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[Tiren’s POV]
The tiny spikes inside the manacles are pressing to my skin quite painfully but there is no blood. I have been in these types of chains once before when I was brought here and I know now how to move to not pierce my skin.
The fucking pervert is watching us now after the woman left and his eyes are so hard to read. I see lust in them sure, he’s a rapist after all, but there are much more in the cold eyes that can’t be read.
He comes closer and I ready myself for the pain as his hand raises. There is no pain. He caresses Varen’s face a little and then unfastens him from the wall pulling him in his arms. “Why did you have to forget all of what I have taught to you? Now I have to train you again, but it will be better soon. After this night you will behave again…” His voice is so soft and promising but the words keep no comfort in them.
I see Varen shiver as Zeil runs his hands along his sides. I have a bad feeling that this is the last night we will see him like he used to be before all this craziness.
“Let us begin with the good old paddle. You seemed to enjoy our play with it last time..” His voice is collected now. No emotions in it. I can’t see his eyes but I’m sure they are devoid from emotions too. I don’t know if he’s just playing with our minds here making us believe that he believes that he is doing a favor for us or is he really that insane. All I know is that he knows awfully lot of pain, pleasure and humiliation.
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[Zeil’s POV]
Oh this is hilarious. I can see that Tiren tries to analyze my mind but he seem so frustrated. Nobody can ever understand me completely. Not if they haven’t gone through what I have. My dear pet does understand me quite well as I have been shown to. I try to keep my mind in the business at hand but I still grave your presence, my pet…
With difficulty I force my attention to the slave shivering in my arms. Oh yeah… The paddle… I pull the struggling slave with me and force you to watch at the back wall of the room. “Which one you would like?” I let my eyes roam over different sized and shaped paddles; quite many of them have holes in them to minimize the air resistance.
You refuse to answer and I take a better hold from your chains yanking you down on your knees. “I asked you a question slave. Now answer; which one you want?”
I can see your reluctance. I know you don’t know why they are shaped differently or about the meaning of the holes. I take a hold of your hair as you fail to answer me as I requested. “Answer me, slave!”
Your hand rises hesitantly to point a medium sized paddle with holes in it and I can hear your sobs. I yank you to your feet and pull you with me to get the paddle you chose. “What a wonderful choice you made slave. You will surely enjoy this one.”
I take the wooden piece of equipment in my hand feeling the smooth surface of the handle. It fits my hand perfectly and I take a good hold of it testing it in the air. Ah, the whooshing sound of air rushing through the holes makes you wince. I see you have realized the meaning of them. But it is too late to change your mind now.
I pull you with me as I walk to the chair. With single movement I yank your pants down to your knees just like I did last time when I spanked you with my hand. As I sit down I pull you to lie across my tights ass nicely high in the air. I set my foot over the chain connecting your wrists so you will stay still and then without any warning I hit you with the paddle on your right ass cheek.
You yelp but the first one isn’t enough to make you cry out. I’m quite sure you will be begging for me to stop a lot earlier than I’m ready. The next one hits on the left; I like to change the rhythm of the blows so you can’t get used to it. A whacking sound of wood hitting the flesh is like music to my ears and your sobbing breath sounds like singing to me.
As my hand rises to another blow I lean to whisper in your ear. “You will learn your place tonight, you naughty slave of mine.” And then my hand comes down with a solid whack.
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