A Slave to the Servants Ch. 37

The Earth sayings sometimes came out of my mouth and when the men liked them, they kept them. I had to smile at my family as I heard bits of my old life resurrected by them. It always seemed to make me a little wistful.

I could go back and I knew that. The women had stabilized several portals to Earth. Former slaves were offered the opportunity to return home if they wished it. The Paterian Administration was hesitant to close the portals too quickly. The process of healing was slow and leaving was a big decision.

We met many former slaves as we started our journey. In the first moon we were hesitant to stay outside an established camp for long. We met many, many freed slaves and found their choices heartbreaking.

"Where would I tell them I was?" one human woman had asked me forlornly as she sat in the medical ward of her camp. She was beautiful and broken, in body and spirit.

The woman, who refused to go by her slave name and would not tell us her free name, had attempted to kill herself by jumping into a pit of lava. She had lost a hand when it dipped into the fire, but a young female Paterian had pulled the human out just in time. The act symbolized how hopeless many former slaves felt. They loathed this place but felt they could not return to who they were.

"I have been defiled," the suicidal woman informed anyone who asked. "I have no value to my family anymore. I would be cast out. There is nothing to return to."

The Healers in her camp were struggling to deal with her wounded human psyche. It was a scene I saw repeat over and over again. Even my own friends expressed their underlying concerns. There were things they felt made their decision for them, whether they liked it or not.

"Earth would be a dangerous place to return to," Molly had told me stoically as she left the caravan to join her son. "They might think we were mad and lock us all away. If they believed us when we say where we have been the scientists would never let us go. Even if we never told a soul, there would be a danger our secret would be found out. We could never be free on Earth."

I felt for Molly, but she didn't want my pity.

"This is my life now," she said looking out over the green hills that bordered her new camp.

The men Keeping her son had offered for her to join them in their dwelling. She was essentially adopted like a small, lost animal. I hoped eventually she would find more here. She seemed to find some humor in my high hopes.

"Not everyone is going to find the loves of their life here," she announced in a resigned tone. "Some of us will just survive and raise our young..."

My arms crossed like Damien would have done.

"You seem like too much of a survivor to JUST survive..." I observed and she gave me a small smile.

"Oh, I'm not giving up, Ciara," she declared squaring her shoulders and I didn't doubt her a bit.

The troupe that continued on with us was an odd, hodgepodge bunch. We were nomads seeking many different things; experience, adventure, science, or family. As we gained confidence, we camped outside more often, unless we were close to an organized camp. As we traveled, we collected things the camps would want and traded for things we needed when we arrived at each new camp.

Our boys learned to barter, in addition to everything else. Rose and I kept up their schooling, which was now more interesting as they saw most of what we talked about. Some thought our long travel would be disruptive to the children. It seemed to have the opposite effect. The boys were fast becoming competent little men.

It wasn't four moons into the trip that we realized our boys were excelling. Mycah's family could secure a camp as fast as any man. They knew the dangers that lay in different environments and how to prepare for them. Edas and his Brothers were almost as quick. Both sets of boys were learning the new skills rapidly. Men had not had experiences like this in ages.

I was learning, too. Previously I'd been sheltered and protected. Here in the wild I fought as hard as any of my family and was exposed to all the same danger. My genetics made me different and I had to learn to keep up.

Less than a moon into our trip I adjusted my expectations of myself and my clothing followed. I'd gotten used to wearing dresses, but they proved impractical in the wild world. Pants worked better and I patterned my clothing after my men's outfits. We hunted together and I soon became a valuable member of the party. It wasn't a role I'd expected and it certainly wasn't one Damien had expected.

Kaley and Kelli would pass in and out of our days. Sometimes we'd go several day cycles and only hear their haunting melodies in the distance. Other times they'd sleep near the family in the area we'd fortified for rest.

Hannah and Ra were seeking leadership in our old camp. I only spoke to them when we could use a monitor in a camp. The ones we carried were for emergencies, so I only called them when we were at an established camp. It seemed to me they had gained power by becoming close to Asper. Damien congratulated them on their good planning.

Kennedy and her Sisters flew with us at first, but they often took detours. They had studies and experiments that took their time away from us. It was good to see them when they had the chance, though.

Our journey around the world was a long one. It took over one turn of the sun, or about a year, in its entirety. The caravan took a large loop north and south as we traveled west. We picked up the rest of our extended family, as well as many others, and the caravan swelled. By the time we reached the T'vailk mountains we were two hundred and fifty families strong, at least.

Men had not lived in the T'vailk Mountains for many, many generations. We found the caves that they had used long ago and the rooms were still in good shape. My family, along with another hundred families, stayed in the T'vailk. We set up a camp and made this our home.

"I knew we'd end up here," Kein informed me late one afternoon as we walked out of the bathing cave. The fields had been muddy. We were preparing a new area for crops and the weather hadn't really cooperated today.

The T'vailk Mountain range was known for wild storms, but if you stayed where we were, a half day's travel from the coast, it was a tropical paradise. We got soaked today, but that was unusual. The windward side of the mountains usually took the abuse and we just got the wonderful weather in our small warm valley. There was, of course, the occasional typhoon like storm that drove us into our mountain for protection, but it wasn't often. This place was the best we'd been.

"Shame some men are too scared of the weather to live here," I commented as I noted the preserved food we were transporting across the country to our cousins from less fertile areas.

Bags of a rice like substance lined one wall awaiting transport. The high calorie food was shipped all over the world, but could only be grown in areas like this one. It was fast becoming a staple. We were limited in production by the number of men and women here, though.

The storms still scared many away from this region, but the long growing season made it ideal. Our small camp helped to provide a great deal of sustenance for the rest of the planet. We always wished we had more men to do the labor, but this wasn't a popular place to move, unless you had T'vailk heritage. It had a bad reputation, completely unearned, in my opinion.

Kein and I walked down the breezy corridor toward the place we'd chosen as our dwelling. The grouping of rooms was just big enough to house our friends and extended family around a communal sitting area.

"This whole region is virtually unpopulated," Bane complained. "I still can't believe how hard it is to get a good game of chuke going..."

He'd been dying to play against new opponents, but getting together five families with any skill at the game was difficult. Tyle's family gave him the most competition, but even that was getting old. Bane was ready for a new challenge.

"We need to advertise," he told his Brothers heatedly, "get some new families in this place. The storms aren't THAT bad. Beside that the wind at the top of the mountains keeps the aliens from getting anywhere near the ground..."

"How many even get that far?" Christof asked rhetorically.

It had been ages since the aliens seeking ore had bothered to attack us. Our new improved planet-wide defenses made it a suicide mission to try. The peace had been a nice change, although we tended to stay ready.

The men settled in the communal area while they talked. Much like before we'd asked the women to dig us a cave off the main walkway. The central fire pit gave everyone a chance to sit together and our individual sleeping ares were arranged all around. If we weren't working, we were here with the family.

Usually we spent our late evenings around the fire with everyone else, but not tonight. I'd been keeping a secret as had several other women. It was sneaky, but it seemed like a surprise the men would like. It was time for more family.

The other women in my extended family, along with myself, had petitioned our Administration. We wished to breed. Tonight my family and I would start the process, as would four other families. If it was to be female offspring, we had bets on who would get pregnant. If it was to be male offspring, we would all get to celebrate. The Great Harmonious Spirit was in control of that choice, though.

Damien and his Brothers settled next to Hodlen and continued to discuss who could play chuke with them as I slipped into our sleeping chamber. My thoughts were kept closely guarded as I lit the fires around the room.

Unplanned pregnancy was not something we'd wanted to do again. Kennedy and her Sisters had developed a novel way to prevent it. Well, novel for Pateria, it had been a standard on earth. The efficacy here reached almost 100%.

We used condoms, a word now well recognized by Paterians. The Rack's intestines could be cut and sewed shut at one end. The condoms were very effective and all human females kept a supply of them. If we wished to enjoy a family, they had to use the contraceptive. Damien informed me little sensation was lost and Evan actually liked the way they made sex feel. The little devices gave us freedom to enjoy our physical relationship.

Tonight all the men, except Bane, would wear a condom. I'd promised him the next child and it was time. He would be beside himself with excitement and I knew that. It was going to be a secret until the last moment, though.

Our small bedroom was decorated in Damien's family color. Despite our rejection of all things slave, my men still liked to see their room hung with swaths of blue. The filmy fabric softened the interior of the cave. When the torches were lit, the blue reflected the light. It made me think of an exotic sheik's tent.

The large bed in the center of the room was covered in an array of light blankets I had knitted. Tonight it was all ours, but every fifth night we shared it with Mycah's family. The care of the young family was split between all their breeders. When they got old enough they would stay in their own bedroom. For now, their sleep was guarded by their older male relatives, but not us tonight. This evening the large bed was for Damien and his Brothers to enjoy with me alone.

Tonight, I pulled out things we didn't show the boys. They didn't need to see the kink Jonathan's female breeder had brought to this world. I put on a top that supported my large breasts, but left them bare. The corset tied up the middle and gave me a stern look. I wiggled into the leather mini skirt that was slit up both hips. The shiny boots on my feet had heels that were impractical for everyday life, but perfect for this circumstance. All of this fun was what Bane had truly come to enjoy on special occasions.

It was odd, I considered, as I pulled the low sawhorse out from along the wall. Bane liked these games and they appealed somewhat to Damien, but in a different way. Evan just liked sex, so he never minded what we did. Christof preferred gentle lovemaking with no toys. Kein still enjoyed playing with his rope, which went along with what Damien liked. The men had come to appreciate their individuality, as well as, their similarities.

We'd told Mycah's family the sawhorse was to dry clothing when they'd asked. Luckily they didn't find the attachments that we used for Bane to kneel on when I put him on the horse. I also kept the restraints separate. It looked boring enough, so they never paid it much attention.

All that had been easy to make or acquire quietly. No one had thought anything was odd as we built our collection of toys. Only certain things had been more tricky to make.

The thing I'd had to make myself and make quietly, I put on last. The strap on dick drove Bane to distraction when I used it. He had no interest in sex with other men, that wasn't the point. Kneeling before me as I fucked him made him feel utterly small and controlled. It wasn't a sensation he wanted to replicate with anyone else. He was safe to enjoy those feelings with me alone.

The strap for my dick went around my waist, under my skirt and between my legs. It raised up under my skirt in a lewd approximation of a man's appendage. Seeing it bob there always amused me, but I could not let my humor show.

I pulled an ornate blade from the back of our closet and polished it quickly. Long ago I'd determined I felt weird using my actual weapon to threaten Bane. The false aggression excited him, though. This sword had only one purpose and that was for this. It felt more "normal" when we used it.

My only jewelry, other than my wedding ring, was a small flask of oil I put on a chain around my neck. It was a decorative way to remind Bane what I planned to do to him. The knowledge always drove him mad.

The small lash was the last thing. Damien had made it for me with nine strands like I'd always heard about on Earth. The slight sting it inflicted was tolerable for human or Paterian skin. It was certainly more of a symbolic whip and not a real one.

With my room ready I opened up to my men. I pushed into their shared consciousness with images of me, the room, and an invitation for them to join me. There wasn't long to wait.

"That wasn't nice," Damien said in a soft voice as he entered the room. "You've been keeping secrets."

The lead Brother took in the scene I had set as his family followed him in. His eyes raked over me and I knew he had his own plan. I stood my ground as Damien approached and invaded my personal space. He brushed aside my weapon and his wicked eyes told me what he wanted.

"I'm in charge," I told him, attempting to sound firm, but he wasn't having it, although he liked the mock resistance.

I could play this game of dominance with Bane all I wanted, but my relationship with Damien was different. He liked to be on top and, with him, I liked that, too. Rarely he'd reverse our roles, but we were more comfortable like this.

Damien's hand slipped around the back of my neck and he held my head as he kissed me deeply. The other hand explored the flesh poking out of my outfit. Calloused fingers tweaked my right nipple and then dropped lower to stroke my hip. He refused to release my lips as his hand stole between my legs.

The lead Brother loved to do this when I was set to dominate Bane. He liked to remind me that once I was done with his Brother, I'd be in the same position. It infuriated me every time.

I wiggled until my lips were free and sought to free my head from his grasp.

"I'm in charg-" I tried to say and was shocked as two fingers invaded my wet cunt.

Damien's thumb made a circle over my engorged clit as he grinned down at me and held me captive.

"Not for long," he remarked drawing his hand away with a smile.

He'd completely blown my control and I was righteously irritated. The only thing to do was prove to him I could recover from him quickly.

Steadying my breathing I looked over at Bane, who seemed to have found Damien's game very fun. He mirth was more annoying than anything Damien had done. I marched toward him and placed my blade at his chest.

"Take it off, all of it," I demanded, but he just continued to grin.

I placed the blade carefully at his neck and repeated the request. Bane's grin cooled as the heat rose in his eyes. He quickly undid his shirt and pants, dropping it all to the ground. The wide chest rose and fell in front of me with barely contained excitement. I'd been saving this up for him, so I knew he'd really enjoy it.

A small pillow rested on the edge of the bed. I grabbed it and threw it to the ground in front of me.

"Kneel," I ordered Bane.

His Brothers murmured as he did as I demanded. Bane's extreme enjoyment of this treatment bled over to them, although they didn't really understand it themselves. Bane's pleasure was enough to overcome any resistance they had.

"Lick me," I ordered Bane, pointing to my right thigh.

This was a part of this Bane found intensely arousing. I had him lick the skin of my thighs and sometimes my boots. When he was sufficiently ready for it, I made him kiss the fake phallus I wore. On more than one occasion he'd had his first orgasm of the night doing that. The idea of actually sucking "my dick" excited him, but I'd never allowed it. Tonight was going to be very special.

I grabbed his chin and held the short hairs of his beard tight.

"Kiss my cock," I ordered him, as I done many nights before, "and DO NOT COME!"

The big man kissed the length of my dick before I took it up a notch.

"Put it in your mouth, NOW," I demanded and I felt the beginning of his orgasm start.

The sharp discipline of the flat of my blade on his naked ass stopped his eruption.

Bane's skin reddened where I'd slapped him with my blade and every stripe on his body darkened. He was barely containing himself, not that it usually mattered. Orgasming didn't limit my ability to play with Bane. He was set up for multiple orgasms every time.

I had carved the tip of my dick to simulate a real penis. The flared head passed Bane's lips and then I slowly fed him the rest. The staff was long and thick, like theirs. It had been made to satisfy Bane and it did, no matter where I put it.

"Use your tongue," I demanded as I started to thrust in and out of his waiting mouth.

He started to suck harder, burying the fake organ in his throat. I had control until he grabbed my ass and began stroking my cheeks. His fingers delved between them and I slapped his ass hard with my blade a second time.

"On the saddle!" I demanded backing away from him.

My cock left his mouth with an audible pop.

It always surprised me how fast Bane could move. His large size sometimes gave one the impression he'd be slow. With a bounce he was up and on the sawhorse. Kein strapped his wrists in and Evan secured his legs. The next part was building up to Bane's second favorite and his Brothers were just as ready as he was.

"Thank me each time," I told him as the lash came down on his back and buttocks.

I began to swing the cat o' nine tails and I monitored Damien. Too much of this would result in more than I really wanted, later, and I shivered in anticipation. The lead Brother watched me and I knew he was counting. Whenever I took this lash to him or his Brother, I was sure to feel its wrath shortly after.

Bane moaned with each strike. He loved the attention and the play discipline. Through our bond I felt his pleasure. This game was something he looked forward to. It was fun, novel, and unique; something for him only. When I felt him nearly peaking I abandoned my whip.