Rachael, Slave of Emarukistan Ch. 04

"You are well trained," observes Leif after what seems to be an eternity. "But we need you to be more than a good house slave. Eight more northern slaves are due to arrive in the next few days. Knut can keep the trainee slaves in order, but we need someone to help them understand what is being said to them. You seem capable of doing that. As soon as the new slaves arrive, you will be reassigned from your current duties and become Knut's assistant. You will be responsible for helping to train the slaves from the northern lands. Do you have any questions?"

"What about the six northern slaves already here, master?" I ask.

"The northern slaves go to the slave market tomorrow," replies Leif. "Except for the one called Brynhldr. We have a private buyer interested in her. Brynhldr's further training will be your responsibility until her buyer is ready to collect her. Any further questions?"

"No, master," I reply.

"In recognition of your elevated status, you may refer to Sigmund and I as 'overlord' in future," says Leif. "You may refer to Knut as 'overseer' rather than 'master' when necessary."

"Yes, overlord. Thank you," I reply.

I wait patiently for one of them to dismiss me. Instead Knut comes over to me and pulls his cock out of his pants. He holds it near to my face, obviously wanting me to take it into my mouth. I lean forward and take his smelly shaft into my mouth. I don't think he's washed it in weeks. I go to work on his cock and before long it's hard enough to reach down my throat. Knut seems impressed that I can deep throat his cock without gagging. I've done this enough times for it to be second nature to me.

Even though I can sense his cock is ready to fire, Knut doesn't immediately shoot his load. I raise my eyes to see if he is distracted by something. He's standing there drinking a tankard of ale and seems determined to hold back his orgasm until he's finished his ale. I redouble my efforts to see if I can get him to come before he finishes his drink.

It's a battle of wills, and it's one that I can claim victory. Knut shoots his load down my throat with a groan. He spills what is left of his ale over my head.

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughs Leif. "We win our bet. The slave made you shoot your load before you could finish your ale."

"Bah!" mutters Knut, removing his cock from my mouth and looking me in the eyes. "I'll get my revenge on your back later."

"Don't be a sore loser, Knut," says Leif. "The slave was only doing what she's been trained to do. It isn't her fault you couldn't control your cock. Give her a good fucking later if you want to ease your anger. You had both best return to your work."

I head straight for the kitchen to drink some water to ease my throat and to clear the residue of Knut's cum from my mouth. I use some more water to wash the spilt ale from my hair. Zoe is in the kitchen preparing the evening meal for the slaves.

"What did Knut want with you?" asks Zoe.

"There are more slaves from the northern lands arriving here soon," I reply. "I've been promoted to Knut's assistant and his chief cocksucker."

"Well, rather you than me. How many new slaves are they expecting?" asks Zoe.

"Eight from the northern lands, but there could be more from elsewhere. Five of the existing northern slaves will be off to the slave market in the morning."

"Brynhldr will be glad to get out of here and away from Knut. She's terrified of him."

"Brynhldr is the one who won't be going. Apparently Leif and Sigmund have a private buyer lined up for her."

"I'm surprised the other five are being sent to the slave market so soon," says Zoe. "I don't think they are anywhere near fully trained."

I agree with Zoe's assessment but Leif and Sigmund aren't fools, so they must have their reasons. Of course, Zoe's and my opinion counts for nothing.

"How's your arse?" I ask. "Are you able to sit down yet?"

"There's no pain unless I rub it. I can sit down if I'm careful and don't move about."

It is almost midnight by the time Zoe and I are able to go to bed. As usual, we will need to be up before dawn. Consequently, we limit our intimate games to a quick finger fuck and falling to sleep in each other's arms.

The old man who serves as the House of Valhalla's night watchman wakes the pair of us at the appropriate time. We reward his diligence by allowing him to fondle our tits before we prepare ourselves for the day ahead.

We unlock the cell doors and go through the usual morning routine. It doesn't seem as though the five northern slaves due to go to the slave market today are aware of their fate. Or if they are, they are remarkably relaxed about it. I unlock the cell containing Dania and Phoebe, Lord Mustafa's two daughters. They seem less arrogant today and they even initiate a brief conversation with me. They are fascinated by the fading whip marks on my back. The fact that they are now slaves, probably for the rest of their lives, is starting to sink into their heads. The symbols of their slavery are now tattooed onto the rear of their right shoulders, replacing the ink marks I had added when we were sneaking into the city with Jamal.

After breakfast, Zoe and I have the slaves line up in the main training room to wait for one of the men to arrive. Zoe and I stand to one side of the room, away from the door. Knut arrives first and walks directly to where Zoe and I are standing. I wonder if he intends to fuck one of us like he did yesterday, but he contents himself with examining the marks on my back and Zoe's arse. A grunt of approval suggests that he's satisfied that we are healing quickly, and that there will be no scars. He walks across the room so that he's facing the line of slaves.

Knut issues instructions in his native language and then tells me to give a translation to the others.

"Today eight of you are being sent to the slave market to be sold," I translate. "The overseer is about to unlock your coffle chain so that you can be sorted into those who are leaving, and those who will remain here. Anybody disobeying or causing trouble will be whipped."

The slaves look at each other with a mixture of fright and a resigned acceptance of their fate. Knut re-sorts the coffles so that the eight leaving today, are in two groups of three and a pair. The northerns are in a separate coffle to the three other slaves to be sold. Their selection doesn't come as a surprise to me as they are the ones who have accepted their new status and are compliant to any orders given.

The seven slaves who are to remain are chained in one coffle of three, and two pairs. I notice that Dania and Phoebe are each placed in a different coffle, undoubtedly to break their spirit and make them more obedient.

Leif and Sigmund arrive by the time the slaves are all locked into their new coffles. They promptly leave with the eight girls for the slave market. There's no opportunity to say farewells although a few of those remaining are shedding tears for lost friends. It may be a cruel practise, but friendships between slaves are actively discouraged to ensure a slave knows that her owner is the only person in her life who matters.

"Zoe, take these seven slaves and have them clean the main hallway. Ray-cheel and I have unfinished business from yesterday that needs my attention."

I don't like the sound of this, but there's nothing I can do about it. Zoe silently complies with Knut's instructions as soon as I translate his words. Knut and I are left alone in the room. I haven't forgotten that he threatened to whip me after he lost his bet yesterday. Leif may have prevented him from doing so yesterday, but he isn't here now.

"I lost money yesterday, thanks to your talents," says Knut. "I would whip you if Leif hadn't forbidden it. He would be suspicious if new marks appeared on your back. However, I have a special whip which causes a lot of pain but it doesn't leave any noticeable marks. Would you like to sample that? Or would you prefer me to cane the soles of your feet. Very painful and you would have difficulty walking for several days; but no visible marks. Or would you like to suck my cock again?"

The choice is an easy one to make.

"I'll suck your cock, overseer," I reply.

"Good. But first I want to fuck your arse. Then you can deep throat my cock."

Yuck! That's a new one for me. I hope my arse is clean enough that I don't end up eating my own shit. Unfortunately I suspect this is going to become a regular game Knut will want to play with me.

[End of Rachael and the Overseer]