“It is so good to see you,” Gareth said, but Kwin held up his hand, indicating he should wait for a moment. He closed his eyes and concentrated, forming an aural shield around the room.
“No-one can hear us now,” Kwin said once it was in place. “Well you look a lot better than I was expecting.”
Gareth shrugged. “The slaves are generally treated reasonably well here, especially now that Raina has gone.”
As Kwin and Gareth talked, Luka moved away, giving the two men as much privacy as she could. Though she could still hear, but not necessarily understand everything that was being said, Kwin appreciated the gesture.
All too soon there was a knock on the door and Wostle entered. Gareth introduced him to Kwin, explaining that Kwin was the friend who had provided the magic used to help Uko.
Kwin saw him glance nervously across the room at Luka, who had her back to them, gazing out of the window.
“It’s alright. She knows everything.”
“And she did nothing to stop you using your magic?” Kwin could hear the surprise in Wostle’s voice.
“No. She’s a good person.”
“Then I will make sure she has all she needs while she is here.” He then turned his attention to Gareth and a look of distaste crossed his face. “I’ve been sent to collect you. It’s time to get you ready for this evening’s entertainment.”
The way he pronounced the word ‘entertainment’ told Kwin the man’s distaste was for what was about to happen and wasn’t aimed at Gareth.
Wostle then turned back to Kwin. “Is there anything you can do to stop this?” he asked, but Kwin shook his head.
“I wish there was. Believe me, I wish there was.”
Chapter 28
Wostle led Gareth to Ofar’s suite, where Uko was waiting for him. She did not look pleased to see him.
“You have to get undressed, I’m afraid.”
“It’s okay,” Gareth said gently. “Just do what you have been ordered to do.”
He took his clothes off and stood naked in front of Uko while she assessed him. She was so caught up in admiring his body that she jumped when Wostle loudly cleared his throat.
“Sorry,” she mumbled and walked over to a nearby table where a brown glass bottle had been placed. Gareth glanced at Wostle and saw him roll his eyes.
“I have been told to rub you down with oil,” Uko said, holding the bottle in her hand. “Everywhere.”
“Go ahead,” Gareth said and moved so he was standing with his arms outstretched and his legs about shoulder width apart, making it easier for Uko to access all areas.
She poured some oil into her hand and rubbed it into his skin, starting at his neck and working her way down. She did it slowly, but firmly. It felt good and Gareth let himself enjoy it.
When most of his body was gleaming, she paused. “I’m sorry but I have to do this part as well.”
As she gently rubbed the oil onto his penis and testicles, he willed his body not to react, though it was very hard to control it.
“You’re very smooth down there,” she commented when she stood up.
“Courtesy of Ofar. She had me waxed this morning. She stayed to watch the procedure. I think she got some sort of enjoyment out of watching me wince every time the wax was ripped off, pulling my hair out with it. I can’t say it was an experience I want to repeat.”
“You can relax now,” Uko said. “I’ve finished.”
“There’s just one more thing,” Wostle said as he held out a glass of wine to Gareth. “You have to take this.” He had a small white pill in his other hand.
“What is it?” Gareth asked as he took it from Wostle and examined it.
“I don’t know what it’s called. All I know is that it was created by Wayvern magic users and it will keep you hard for hours.”
“Oh,” was all Gareth could think of to say.
Wostle grimaced before continuing. “I haven’t had the misfortune of experiencing it myself, but I have been told that after a while it gets very painful.”
Gareth shrugged. “I was expecting something like this.” He placed the pill in his mouth, took the wine from Wostle and drank.
It took a few minutes for the pill to enter his system, but when it did, Gareth cried out. “May Petra have mercy,” he gasped. He looked down and saw that his body had reacted. He was stiffer than he had ever been and his member was throbbing, but not in a pleasant way.
“Well this is going to be a fun evening,” he said when he got his breath back, doing nothing to hide his sarcasm.
Wostle took him back to the ballroom, loudly announcing their arrival as they entered. Gareth glanced around the room and for the first time noticed that all of the guests were women. And there were a lot of them. Usually he only had to entertain two or three or occasionally four. The only men present were slaves.
Ofar walked up to him, a look of glee on her face. She ran her fingertips down his well-oiled chest, ending at his groin. She grabbed his erection and used it to lead him to the centre of room. He winced as she took hold of him, her touch causing pain to shoot through him.
“As you can see,” she said loudly to the assembled guests, “Gareth is a perfect male specimen. His body is exquisite and he knows what to do with it.”
“Are you alright?” Kwin’s voice sounded in Gareth’s head.
“No,” he said and silently told him about the pill while Ofar continued to talk about his prowess in the bedroom.
“I can take some of your pain away,” Kwin said. “But I will need to find somewhere private first.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cope.”
He turned his attention back to Ofar, who was still talking. “Ladies, you know I don’t usually like to share my things, but tonight I am going to. I will let you each have him for ten minutes. You can command him to do anything you want to. Anything at all.”
“Ten minutes,” someone called out. “Is that all? That’s hardly enough time to have much fun.”
“You would be surprised,” Ofar said. “But it is intended as a sample only. If you wish to spend more time with him, I am sure we can come to some sort of arrangement.”
Gareth didn’t react. Ten minutes per woman didn’t sound too bad, until he did the calculations. Based on the number of women present, it was going to be a long and uncomfortable evening.
“There is a book on the table over there.” Ofar pointed to the far corner of the room. “Write your name in it and that will dictate the order in which you get to experience Gareth.”
She hadn’t even finished speaking before the ladies were running over to the table, pushing each other out of the way in their haste to get there first.
Gareth glanced across at Kwin, expecting him to be amused by the antics of the women, but he looked far from entertained. He was looking back at Gareth with a pained expression on his face.
“Stop worrying,” Gareth mentally said to him. “I’ll let you know if I need you.”
“Make sure you do.”
While her guests were busy fighting each other to get their names down, Ofar spoke to Gareth. “You had better do everything my friends require of you. I have a listening device installed in the room you will be in so I will hear if you don’t. You will not like the consequences.” She looked down at his groin. “It’s easy to remove parts of the anatomy when they are in that state.”
Gareth said nothing. He didn’t want to give Ofar the satisfaction of showing how her plans for him were affecting him.
He was taken to a small room in which a bed and a chair had been placed. There were straps attached to the bed and a number of sex toys were on a table in the corner. It seemed that Ofar was catering to her guests’ every need.
It didn’t take long for the first young lady to be shown in and Gareth had to suppress a grimace. She was definitely not the sort he would have taken to his bed, had he been given a choice. The look of eager anticipation on her face made him feel ill.
“Make me
scream,” she demanded the moment the door closed behind her. This he could easily do, but something told him what he was thinking was not what she had in mind. If he made her scream the way he wanted to, Ofar would not be pleased, to say the least.
He performed his duty, doing his best to ignore how much the act of having sex was hurting him. He had been hoping that the oversensitivity of his organ would mean he would orgasm quickly. He was sadly disappointed. He had no idea what drug he had been given, but he vowed never to take it again.
He made the young lady cry out, twice, before they were disturbed by a knock at the door announcing that her ten minutes with him were over. She complained that it was over too soon. For him it felt like it had lasted for hours instead of minutes. And she was the first of many he was going to have to service.
He looked down at his throbbing organ while waiting for the next woman to arrive, praying it would go down before he had to sleep with many of the women.
He was a strong and healthy man and, despite his captivity, managed to keep his fitness up, but after a while he began to tire. He was beginning to think that he was going to collapse with exhaustion before the line of ladies ended.
And he was thirsty. He would give almost anything for a simple glass of water. Wine would be better, or ale, but he doubted he would get anything until he had finished performing his duty.
He lost count of the women and stopped registering what they looked like. Most were easily satisfied, but what one woman wanted him to do had him having to fight the urge to vomit. He was still pretending to not understand the language, and for some reason Ofar was playing along with him, so he was making the ladies act out what they wanted. It was almost comical seeing them try to convey their desires without using words.
He hoped he had misunderstood the woman’s intentions, but her demonstration showed that he hadn’t. When he told her, in his own language, what she could do with her suggestion, the translator’s voice sounded in the room. He had no idea how and didn’t care.
“I haven’t told Ofar exactly what you just said,” the man said, “but I did have to tell her that you are refusing to do what the woman wants. Not that I blame you. She says that you will do as you are told or not only will she remove parts of your anatomy that you would prefer to remain intact, but she will also do the same to every male slave she owns. Including me.”
Gareth snarled, making the woman who was making the unreasonable demand jump back in fright.
“Tell her she’s a bitch and one day I am going to rip her tongue out and shove it so far down her throat she chokes to death on it.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath from the translator. “I’m not going to say that. Instead I’ll say that you’ll comply. You will comply won’t you? For all our sakes.”
“I’ll comply,” Gareth said. What choice did he have?
“Thank you,” the translator said then the room went silent.
He found performing the act just as bad as he thought he would. How anyone could find that enjoyable he had no idea. He almost cheered when there was a knock at the door.
He was sitting on the bed, conserving his energy, when the next party guest arrived. If he had been standing, his legs would have given way when he saw who it was.
“Lay down on your back,” Luka commanded in a tone that showed she was used to being obeyed.
“I thought you said your owner was a nice person,” he mentally said to Kwin as he complied.
“She is,” Kwin replied.
“Then why has she just entered the room I have been put in so I can service her?”
“She’s done what?”
Gareth could hear the incredulity in his friend’s voice. Whatever Luka was up to, Kwin had not been expecting it.
There was a pause before Kwin spoke again. “Trust her,” he said. “And do whatever she tells you to.”
Gareth watched as Luka approached, her bag clutched in her hand. She placed it on the bed then lay down beside him, making no attempt to touch his naked body.
She moved close enough that she would have been able to lick his face, if she wanted to. Instead she whispered in his ear. “I know you can understand me. Ask Kwin to put a sound shield around this room so we can have some privacy.”
“There is some sort of device in the room that’s allowing Ofar to listen in,” he whispered back.
“Let Kwin know. Hopefully he will be able to do something about it.”
Gareth obeyed. It didn’t take Kwin long to do what was needed and Gareth tested the shield as soon as Kwin said it was in place.
“Interpreter, go tell Ofar that she can suck my balls.”
Silence. Either the interpreter could no longer hear what was going on in the room or Gareth was unable to hear his response. Praying that it wasn’t the latter, he nodded to Luka.
He watched her in fascination as she went to her bag and withdrew a bottle.
“This will help,” she said. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to rub this into you. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
Gareth said nothing as Luka poured some of the liquid onto his manhood, other than to gasp; the ointment was cold.
“Sorry,” she said again then began to rub it in. After the initial sting her touch caused, the pain in his groin began to recede.
“She has good hands,” Gareth mentally said to Kwin.
“I wouldn’t know. What’s she doing?” he asked. “No, on second thoughts, I don’t want to know.”
“She’s helping me, I think. She’s put some sort of ointment on me that’s easing the pain.”
“I wondered why she put that on the shelf. She must have guessed what Ofar had planned for you.”
The silent conversation was interrupted by Luka telling Gareth that she had done all she could to ease his pain and he would have to wait a few minutes for the ointment to start working.
She told him to sit up, helping him when he struggled to do so. Whatever else the ointment was doing, it was zapping what little strength he had left.
She then withdrew a pitcher of water from her bag and handed it to him, telling him to drink it slowly.
Gareth took a few mouthfuls, relishing the feel of the cool liquid going down his throat.
“Would you prefer this now?” Luka asked him and withdrew a tankard of foaming ale from her bag.
“If I had a free hand, I would pull you over and kiss you,” he said in reply as he took the tankard then drank deeply.
“I think I’m in love,” he mentally said to Kwin.
He didn’t ask how she was producing things out of her bag. Kwin had already told him about it. He had found it hard to believe what his friend had said, but now he was witnessing it for himself.
By the time he had finished the ale, his manhood had gone flaccid.
“I guess I’m not going to be having any fun with you tonight,” Luka said with a twinkle in her eye.
Gareth returned the empty tankard and the half-empty pitcher of water to her and waited until they had been returned to her bag before taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely.
“My pleasure,” she said, then reassessed what she had said. “Actually, it wasn’t.”
“Are you going to get into any trouble?” he asked.
Luka smiled at him. “Thank you for your concern, but there is nothing to worry about. The drug that I’m guessing Ofar gave you is unpredictable and there is no way to tell how long it will last. I’ll simply say you went limp naturally.”
“Won’t she just give me another dose?”
Luka shook her head. “No, it’s too dangerous. It’s been known to poison others in the past. Now please have Kwin remove the shield and reactivate the listening device.”
Gareth did so, indicating with a nod of his head that others could now hear them.
Luka stormed over to the door and pulled it open.
“Ofar,” she called out. “It appears your drug has worn off already.”
Before leaving the room, she turned and winked at Gareth.
He laid back down on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. His evening was over, hopefully, thanks to Luka.
“Kwin,” he called out silently. “You were right.”
Then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Chapter 29
“So what exactly did you do to Gareth?” Kwin asked once they were in the carriage. “He didn’t tell me.”
They were leaving the party early. Officially it was because Luka was annoyed that she had not gotten to enjoy Gareth, but in reality there was no reason to stay. Luka had done what she intended to and Gareth was asleep so he and Kwin couldn’t spend any more time together. She also had to get home so that she or Kwin could put a tankard of ale on the shelf and it would take a few hours to get there.
“Do you really want to know?” Luka asked, a cheeky smile crossing her face.
Kwin leaned back in his seat as he thought about the question. “Yes,” he finally said. “I think I do.”
Luka told him everything, in great detail, including the fact that she appreciated seeing Gareth’s body just as much, if not more, than she did seeing Kwin’s.
Despite the fact that Luka was playing with him, Kwin turned serious. “You did a good thing tonight. Thank you.”
Luka blushed slightly, though Kwin had no idea why. “There is no need to thank me. I would have done it for anyone, provided I could trust them to keep quiet about it.”
“I know, and that’s the reason I’m thanking you.”
The rest of the journey was made in silence. Luka closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, but Kwin continued to watch her. He still couldn’t work her out. She was a good, decent person, that much was obvious, and had let him in on most of her secrets, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still hiding something. He had no idea what, or why, but there was definitely something she wasn’t telling him.
Looking at her sleeping form, she seemed so vulnerable, though when she was awake she gave the impression of being able to look after herself. A woman like that should not be taking care of herself. She should have a protector. It was only then that he realised that she had one. Him. So what would happen once they found out where Shona was and he had to leave? These thoughts consumed him until they arrived home.
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