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All my movement stilled as I felt hands on my hair and it was lifted off my back. A cool metal collar was slipped around my neck and fastened into place.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.
“You may speak to us and look at us, Ciara. We are your Masters for the next four day cycles,” I heard Master Damien say.
My head jerked back and I drunk them in. I nearly managed to knock Master Kein over when I hugged his legs. Grabbing out, I hugged them all to me. Tears ran down my face and my words weren’t making any sense as I greeted them.
It was an honest needy display, but they didn’t seem to mind.
Finally, managing to stand I hugged and kissed each of them. They tried to get me to be still, but I couldn’t stop touching their faces. Somehow even with my excitement they managed to put their cuffs and ornamentation on me.
Master Bane wrapped me in his arms from behind and held me tight while Master Kein placed the jewelry in my nipples. Master Kein lingered on the sensitive tissue watching it respond to his gentle caress. It was the first time in ages I had been touched that way and I moaned rubbing my cheek against Master Bane’s beard.
“Ciara, have you missed us?” Master Evan asked with humor tinting his voice.
“Yes, yes, yes I’ve missed you so much,” I said wiggling out of Master Bane’s arms, “I think of you everyday Masters. Tell me how you have been. Tell me everything you have done. Please, I need to know how you are,” I begged.
Taking a minute, I really admired them. Master Damien now wore a thick leather vest across his chest. The rest of the men’s clothing was finer with more ornamentation. Despite all the finery, they looked so tired.
“Was it a long trip to get here, Masters?” I asked stroking their chests. “Do you need to sleep? Should you rest? How did you get here? Did you run away?”
“Ah, the questions,” Master Damien laughed. “No, we did not run away, we have several days off. We told the women we wished to be alone with each other and no women. They agreed. This place was our decision.”
I grinned up at him, they chose to come back to me.
“Please, Master Damien, please tell me how you have been?”
“We have been busy,” he said simply looking down at me.
The men watched, very amused as I took my time greeting all of them. I admired each of them individually and commented on the different new pieces to their clothing.
Finally, I had to ask, “Did you buy me back, Masters?”
They had said they had me for four days, but that didn’t make any sense.
“Well,” Master Evan said stretching out on a chaise with his hands behind his head, “we never really sold you.”
“That is a secret, Ciara,” Master Bane warned. “If you can’t keep it, you really will be taken to auction and sold.”
My new Masters did not ornament me, they did not name me, and they never touched me. They left the old mark on my stomach. They treated me like they were my Keepers, which obviously is all they were.
“How…?” was all I could think to say.
“The men Keeping you are known for their ability to solve puzzles. They enjoy things that are complicated. Keeping you for ourselves, the way we wanted to do, has never been done. They enjoyed the challenge,” Master Damien explained.
“You paid them,” I marveled.
“Yes,” Master Kein answered.
“They also liked having their own transport, Masters,” I said understanding where that money came from.
“They have their own transport?” Master Christof asked wrinkling his nose, “Why would they want their own transport?”
“Who can track them now?” Master Evan asked grinning. “No transport goes missing and they stay gone as long as they please. Good idea, shame we didn’t think of it.”
“But they have to fix it,” Master Bane argued. “What if it breaks and they are away from the compound? I detest fixing the transports.”
“I could fix them,” Kein stated, “Christof can, too. You only dislike the small parts. If we had to, we would learn more. How many times have I coaxed ours to go when we thought it would run no more?”
It had been ages since I’d been included in a conversation. I started to tell the men my Keepers knew how to build a transport and stopped mid sentence. For the last long time I’d been heavily chastised for interrupting.
“Why do you talk and then stop, Ciara?” Master Kein asked pulling me onto his lap. “Did you forget what you had planned to say?”
“No, Master Kein,” I answered embarrassed, “the Keepers don’t like to hear me talk most of the time. They only like to talk to one another. I’m trying to learn not to interrupt.”
“We will speak with them,” Master Damien said patting my head, “we wish you to be happy.”
“It really doesn’t matter, Master Damien, I’m only happy when I’m with you all. I don’t care about talking to them,” I freely admitted.
The men relaxed sitting around the fire. They told me about their life now.
They learned about how to run a compound and how to control the men. There were classes on all the different types of slaves they kept, too. They were expected to know everything about everyone contained in the village they ran.
The second part of their new job seemed to upset them. The women used them almost daily for sex. Master Damien said he assumed they were sold each afternoon to a different group of women. The women were different from what the men were used to. They only fought them if Master Damien was willing to fight.
Morosely, they all sat and looked into the fire. Talking about their new life seemed to depresses them. I couldn’t stand to see them this way.
“There is no music, Master Damien,” I said kneeling in front of him, “but I could dance for you. I don’t really need the music anyhow. Would you like to see me dance, Master?”
“Ha!” Master Kein bellowed, “I had forgotten our surprise. Would you like to be surprised, Ciara?”
I was confused and excited. This whole day had been a surprise, of course I didn’t mind.
The men had me kneel in front of the fire and close my eyes. I heard them bustle in and out of the cabin. Chairs creaked as they took their seats again.
My eyes shot open when the first chords were played. Master Kein sat beside the fire and watched me as his fingers deftly moved over a small stringed instrument. I leapt to my feet and started to sway, but he stopped abruptly.
“We are not done yet, Ciara,” Master Damien laughed pointing to a large bag sitting in front of him. “Look at what else we brought.”
Quizzically looking at him, I knelt next to the big bag. The men all moved so they were watching me. I had no idea what to expect.
Inside the bag was a mass of fabric, I thought it might be wrapped around something. Putting my hand inside I rustled around and something jingled at the bottom. I slowly pulled the deep blue pieces from the bag. As I laid the fabric beside me, it made sense.