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“Eulle!” I bellow when I get to the cells. I will not search each cell for the guard, though it might be fun to see what is happening in each of the cells. Slaves are not allowed many freedoms, but the higher up they are, the more liberty they are given. A guard is one of the highest-ranked slaves, and as such he can use each slave under him however he pleases.
Eulle is one of the most inventive guards. I smile at the memory that I have of watching the screens as Eulle had gone into each of the cells, using the magnet in the wall to arrange the inhabitant against it how he pleased, some facing the door, others facing the wall. Their arms and legs were placed in odd positions, the metal bands around wrist and ankle holding them to the wall. Then he had taken our cream and painted the slaves, their cries of pleasure-pain echoing through the halls.
“Yes, High Lord?” He exits a side hall, wiping his hands on a cloth, a light sheen of sweat on his skin.
“I need you to observe as a new girl is prepared for auction tonight. Be gentle but firm with her. Let her see your deviant side but do not use it on her.” The small giant nods his head as I speak. “Which cell is Opaline in?”
Eulle smiles, “This way. Is she to clean the woman?”
“Yes, she will prepare her.” I turn to look at the guard next to me, “You will not touch Opaline, understood? Otherwise I will have you strung and flayed.” Eulle pales with my words, causing me to smile. Many guards do not fear the punishments that the weaker men recieve, but they do fear the pole and flaying. They are strung to the pole in the center of the assembly room, they are lashed with a whip coated in the punishment cream. Where their skin has become immune to the cream, the muscle underneath has not, thus causing a pain so exquisite that they crave someone to caress them, but you cannot caress muscle, only skin. It took many punishments for us to realize we had to leave the man strung up until their bodies burned the cream away, otherwise they would rub on walls and knives, trying to get release from the desire to be touched. We lost some good guards that way.
“Yes, Sire,” he strangles out. “Here is Opaline’s door.” He pushes his wrist against the unit on the wall, and the door slides open.
“Opaline, come!” I tell her, turning with the expectation that she will follow. “I have a new slave for you to prepare.” The woman meekly follows without saying a word.”
“Before she wakes, I must get a sample of her blood. Her history is a mystery,” I tell Eulle. “So, we must hurry. Once she awakes, I will have one of the Lords instruct her to obey you.” I wish that I could be the one instructing them, but I am afraid she will recognize me and that will not do, at least not until she is initiated.
“Sire, let me grab the supplies, and I will meet you at her cell,” Eulle suggests.
I nod my head at him as he splits off. All of our members—Lords, Ladies, and slaves—have their DNA tested. The humans are also tested for any diseases that they may spread through our community. The diseased are tossed out after they have been used, left for the human police to find and ponder of who killed the poor soul.
Turning, I stop, sliding my hand down Opaline’s back. “You will be gentle with her, once finished you will report to my chambers, understood?”
Opaline shivers and nods her head, eyes downcast. I smile at how well she obeys the rules and will enjoy my time with her tonight as I attempt to make her break some of the rules, it is such a sweet rush to have to punish them for what I cause them to do.