Chapter One
Slave Town

The wind picked up suddenly and a torrent of sand stung at the bare skin on my back. My hands were bound with rope in front of me and around my neck was a thick, heavy collar with a chain attached to it. A sharp yank on the chain held by the Slaver urged me forward painfully.

"Come along boy," the man shouted from in front of me.

I said nothing as I increased my pace to try to match the Slaver's own despite the fact he sat on a camel. He was a tall man, relatively well-built and had a cruel whip attached to his belt. He covered his face with white cloth to protect himself from the sand and sun while I was left with nothing, naked before the harshness of the Kolem Desert.

My bare feet burned painfully as I walked on the hot sand which also continued to sting my bare back and backside as it was picked up by the wind. Sweat also drenched my naked body. I had never been a heavy child and was often described as lithe back in my home village. Unfortunately I was an attractive target for slavers who made a fortune kidnapping and selling pretty young boys.

Unlike most of the boys in my village, I was white. My father was an outcast from a neighbouring kingdom that ran down the coast to the west. He ended up finding a place in the village I was from, where he saved a local farmer from the Desert Wolves that called the sandy dunes home. He married the elders daughter and thus I was born into the world.

A few days ago I was doing something stupid. Children were told never to go out into the desert for fear of wild animals and, of course, slavers. I was headstrong and confident, a trait I picked up from my father who attested it to the 'sea salt' in his blood, so I figured I would be okay if I explored a little. We lived by an oasis surrounded by canyon walls but there was a gap that led into the desert proper and out of the canyon.

To get out I had to climb the gate that blocked entrance into the canyon which was guarded by a young man named Joseph. He was the only one of us who had any martial training and so took it upon himself to protect the only way in to our small village short of climbing down the canyon walls. Yes he was brave and a good fighter but none too bright, I easily got past him without his noticing.

I explored for hours, narrowly dodging an encounter with snakes, lizards and wolves only to be jumped by a man who forced himself on me. First he cut off my clothes then clasped this heavy collar around my neck and said with no small amount of pity, "You're a slave now boy, obey or I'll hurt you."

I was too afraid to fight him and I had come so far out that my cries would never have reached the village.

Another yank on the chain pulled me from my thoughts of home. I quickened my pace again and for the next hour we moved ever closer to wherever I was being taken. The Slaver, sat atop his camel, occasionally drank from a skin of water while I was left parched.

My once pearly white skin was red with sunburn and covered in blisters. I had no idea how anyone would find me attractive at this point but I held hope that, if I was suddenly unsellable, I would be released. Eventually the Slaver stopped his camel and allowed me to drink.

"Looks like your reddening up there boy, don't worry I doubt your new owner will let you suffer over long," he said as I drank deeply. He casually brushed sand from my sensitive skin and ran a hand down my bare bottom. "See, I've been thinking and I don't think the life of a labourer would suit a boy of your calibre, no, I reckon some rich noble will buy you for your white skin alone once it's all better."

I could do nothing as his wandering hand found its way to my penis. He began to stroke it with his index finger gently and as much as I willed it not too, it quickly rose.

"How old are you?" he asked me suddenly, I told him I was nearing twelve and the Slaver seemed satisfied by that, "A good sized cock for a boy your age, not too big, not too small."

He grasped my penis lightly now and began to stroke it in his hand. My knees buckled but his other hand steadied me gently.

"You're a good boy," he told me softly, "You've obeyed me and corrected yourself quickly, I'm going to reward you."

A small moan escaped my lips as his fingers rubbed the sensitive head of my circumcised penis. The Slaver was surprisingly gentle and the hand supporting me quickly found its way to my chest where he began to pinch my small nipples. The hot sun on my bare skin combined with my weariness and fear for my future were replaced by the wonderful feelings this seemingly cruel slaver were coaxing out of me.

A jet of white, hot semen coated the sand in front of me and the Slaver let go my penis as I collapsed into his arms. He wiped his hands on his white tunic and petted me on the head.

"Good boy," he said to me. Next I was carried atop his camel where he put me in front of him. His arms snaked around my bare chest so that he could grab the reigns.

At the time I was clueless but now I understand what the Slaver had done. By showing sudden kindness and compassion in stark contrast to his cruel actions from before, I was much less inclined to disobey or try to escape if it meant receiving such wonderful rewards. Of course his kindness and cruelty were all an act, a farce to elicit reverence towards him over revulsion. If only I had been older, I might have seen through his act.

At the time I wondered if he was going to keep me, I was convinced that he liked me well enough. Perhaps he would even let me go if I asked? I never did get that chance though because soon after our little stop a large town appeared on the horizon.

"That's Slave Town," the man told me with a chuckle, "Shite name, but it fits."

I could see that this town was built around an even larger oasis than my villages and the waters shimmered invitingly. I licked my dry lips in anticipation of more water. Not long later we finally entered the town. Passers-by stole glances at me, a few beaming with interest, while others casually disregarded me. No one paid any heed to my nudity but that didn't mean I wasn't feeling humiliated.

Back home it wasn't too uncommon for us boys to forsake clothes and play in the water, even the girls would do it, but despite my tender age at the time I knew my nudity was serving a seedier purpose now.

I slid off the camel at the Slaver's behest. He kept a tight grip on my chain as we walked into a pleasantly cool sandstone building. The Slaver approached a rough wooden counter and knocked on it.

A large, portly man with a thick black beard arrived from a room behind the counter. He took a look at me first, eyed my collar then ignored me.

"What can I do for you?" he smiled pleasantly at the Slaver.

"Water, for my slave and myself if you please," the Slaver placed down two coins and the man nodded.

I then noticed the other patrons all drinking and eating at tables. I had never seen a place like this, the air was thick with the smells of alcohol, tobacco and sweat and my youth shone through as I began to feel light-headed.

"You have a question on your face boy," the Slaver sat down but shook his head at me when I tried to sit opposite him, "You will stand, now ask your question."

"What is this place?"

"Address me as sir," he said, not angrily but like he was teaching me.

I reworded my question to include 'sir' and he smiled. "It's an inn, didn't that little village of yours have one?"

"No sir," I replied. I could feel people looking at me and from the corners of my vision I could indeed see faces looking in my direction. "Sir, may I have some clothes?"

"No," he told me bluntly, "You'll remain naked until I sell you, don't ask me for anything else understand?"

The portly man returned with two clay cups of water. Inside two clear blocks floated on the surface. "That's ice," he told me, "It makes the water cold, now drink."

"I've heard of it sir," I told him, "I've just never seen it." I picked up my cup and took a sip from where I stood beside him. The refreshing coolness caused me to gasp and the Slaver laughed at my reaction.

"Best drink it before it gets warm," he cautioned, "Then it's off to the market."

My stomach lurched painfully as I was reminded that I was indeed destined to be sold as a slave. I couldn't stop tears from forming.

"Don't," the Slaver snapped, "You're a slave and the sooner you get used to that the better off you will be, tears will solve nothing."

He reached over and stroked my bottom again from where be sat. "Tell me your name boy?"

I took a couple of deep breaths before answering.

"Tamu," I told him then added a 'sir' at the end.

"You're a beautiful boy Tamu," the Slaver's hand was gentle as he caressed the plump cheeks of my bottom and would occasionally squeeze them in his hand, "If I wasn't in debt, I might have kept you for myself."

The patrons all stole glances as the older man openly touched me, a naked little boy, in this public space. My humiliation only rose as my penis became erect and my cheeks reddened as a result.

"Ah, you blush," he chuckled as he spoke, "Little brown boys never look so cute as a white boy blushing." He took a sip of his water as he continued to rub by bottom, "Hmm, perhaps I will use you before I sell you."

"Use me, sir?" I didn't like the sound of that.

"Ah but I couldn't," he seemed sad now, "Your new master or mistress will likely want that honour, bringing you to orgasm with my hand is about all I can get away with." He ran his finder underneath my erection, stroking the bulging vein which caused my penis to twitch and me to squeak in discomfort.

"You will be a fine slave," he looked up at me with admiration, "Drink up, you'll be on the block before long."

*

The drink cooled me down wonderfully. After that, the Slaver led me back out into the hot street. My penis was still erect as the Slaver had played with me relentlessly while we drunk which was probably why he had me standing in the first place. He would bring me close to relief only to leave me on the edge of orgasm. My loins burned for it now and all I could think about was that. I could hear the giggles as people pointed towards my erection, the remarks from older women and the jeers from young children.

All the while my cheeks stayed a deep shade of red. It was almost a relief when we arrived at the Slave Market, the crowd was large and I wasn't the only slave to be refused clothing. Men, women and children of all ages stood in a line with the person or persons who had enslaved them, all waiting for their turn to sell. My Slaver took a place at the end.

The afternoon sun made me feel like I would combust at any moment. Every so often he would put his skin of water to my lips and let me drink enough to keep me standing and at one point he fed me pieces of hard flat bread. He also kept my erection up, it seemed a fair few sellers were preparing their slave boys that way and I don't remember seeing a boy who looked under sixteen wearing a stitch of clothing.

When my time finally arrived I was led, naked and erect, onto the stage. My skin was red from being out in the sun, I was also covered in dust and sand. The Slaver spoke with a man who nodded and departed for a few moments only to return with a bucket. Without warning, he tipped the contents over me, drenching me in cool water and quickly ran a piece of cloth over my skin to wipe away the grime of the day.

Another bucket was emptied over me so that any lingering filth could be rinsed off. The crowd watched the entire humiliating act and the man who had washed me was not gentle, his rough hands touched every inch of my body right down to my feet, testicles and even cleaning between my arse cheeks.

"Good boy," the Slaver praised me again and gave me a smile. I couldn't help smiling back, feeling a small trickle of pride at his praise. He then turned away from me and addressed the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen of Slave Town and beyond," he began, "Today I bring you a rare specimen, he has salt in his veins and is as wild as the western sea!

"He comes from a land of plenty, where fish is a common meal and game is abundant," the crowd seemed deeply interested at his words, "I speak only of Isna, the Land on the Western Shore!" I had never even seen Isna, let alone lived there, but I knew better than to correct the man.

"Take stock of his lean build," the Slaver ran his hands down my side, raising my arms to do so, "His young body, pearly white skin, give or take a little sunburn for which I apologise," his hands went to my crotch, "Though note how his cock is still ready." My erection, although starting to deflate, was brought back to attention and I couldn't stop blushing at the cooing of interest from the buyers below.

"Ladies, can you not imagine such a beautiful young boy in your bed, pleasuring you with these delightful lips?" He gazed at the blushing ladies in the crowd who seemed flustered as he stroked my cock. "Or even, if you allow him such honour, his cock in waiting cunt?" Nervous laughter followed his remark from both men and women.

"Make him cum!" shouted a girl in the crowd, no older than eight if I had to guess. The crowd laughed at the girl who was being held with a hand over her mouth by her laughing mother.

"Ah, the young lady is interested in a show?" The Slaver patted my shoulder, "Would such a show please the audience?" The crowd roared in agreement, most knowing they could never afford me and so settling for this. I wasn't happy with this, not at all, but the Slaver had made it clear I had no right to refuse anything any more.

"I doubt you'd like to see me do it," the Slaver let go of my cock at last, "Why not have a pretty little slave do it?" He scanned the slaves awaiting sale and finally found a slaver to accommodate him. A much older man approached with a little girl in tow.

The two slavers talked for a moment and money was passed into the old man's hand who left the girl in his care.

"See this little beauty," he rubbed the girl's shoulders who stood at a few inches shorter than myself. She had the typical caramel brown skin of her people which seemed to be unblemished, her hair was black but messy after her own trip to this horrible town.

Without pause, the Slaver lifted the girl's ragged dress up and over her head. She let out a desperate cry and moved to cover herself but the Slaver only brought out his whip.

"Stand," he barked, "I would not want to blemish your lovely skin." Laughter came from the crowd again, seeming to enjoy this poor girl's humiliation.

The girl stood up slowly and the Slaver moved her hands away from her chest. She had no breasts save for two little bumps and her body was completely hairless.

"I'm told by her previous owner that this girl is only eleven," he began to fondle her freely like he had done to me. "My boy, Tamu is his name, is the same age."

"Tell me your name girl?"

"Saski," she said quietly.

"Ah, she is a quiet one, not a bad trait in a slave," he looked at the crowd, "So Saski, will you please kneel down."

The Slaver guided her to kneel beside me then moved me to face her. My side was now on display and my penis was even more noticeable from this angle. Saski eyed me with vibrant brown eyes, almost pleadingly.

I mouthed "I can't do anything" and I think she understood.

"Now Saski," the Slaver continued, "Take Tamu's cock in your mouth."

A shocked look spread over the girl's face and I couldn't hide my own either. The crowd cheered at the impending show and seemed eager to watch two children perform such an adult act in the public street.

"Today, Saski," the Slaver sounded impatient, so he cracked his whip near her which caused the scared little girl to squeal.

It didn't take much more for Saski to dive forward and take my cock in her mouth. The Slaver knelt beside her and began to whisper into her ear. I know now that he was giving her instructions on what to do as she began to rock her head back and forth while using her tongue to stimulate my already painful erection.

Once again my knees buckled but the Slaver was also there to keep me standing.

"See how he reacts to pleasure," he said softly to the crowd, "Such a boy responds well to this reward, one he has well-earned as I have had little to no problems with him."

"Good girl Saski," he then told her. When I was able to stand on my own again he let me go and moved back to the girl, squatting down beside her. His hands found her small nipples and like he had done to me before, he began to squeeze and pull on them. Saski moaned with my penis in her mouth which caused pleasant vibrations that threatened to send me over the edge.

Just as I was starting to orgasm the Slaver pulled Saski away and held her as my semen covered her young body. The crowd cheered in celebration of the act and poor Saski knelt on the stage, her body covered in my seed.

"Well done," he said to us then stood Saski up, "Smile Saski," he said to her suddenly and fingered the shaft of his whip threateningly.

Saski forced a smile, a convincing one at that, as the Slaver addressed the crowd one last time. "Doesn't she look happy, being gifted my boy's seed?"

The crowd murmured in agreement.

"So, let's start the bidding shall we?" A good portion of the crowd moved on at that point, knowing that there would be no more shows on this stage.

"Let's start with Tamu here." The auctioneer stood forward and started the bidding war.

The bidding was intense. My price started off very high, what with slaves from Isna being rare, and it only climbed. Mostly women bartered for me as it seemed that the men, unless they were queer, were only interested in working boys or men but the Slaver had made it clear my use was for sexual gratification or being a 'house slave'.

Eventually a woman called out double the current price. This silenced everyone else in the crowd and the Slaver smiled excitedly at the sum he was to receive which was enough to retire in relative comfort.

"I will add an extra ten thousand for the girl," the woman then stated.

The Slaver thought for a brief moment then nodded.

"Done," he shouted to her and the auctioneer closed the sale.

This was it…

I was sold…

Chapter Two
Everything Together

Saski and myself were brought forward by the Slaver who undid my rope bindings. I rubbed my sore wrists gratefully.

"Truly, I'm sad to see you go Tamu," I was told, "Such adventures we could have had." He stroked my back and I found I would miss his touch.

"Hands off my boy," said a harsh voice, it was the woman who had just bought Saski and me. Saski was still naked and her skin glistened from when I had ejaculated on her.

"Clean up the girl and make sure the boy is seen to as well," she addressed a woman behind her who stood in simple white gown with a belt on but wore no collar. I figured she was probably a servant.

"You may go now," she waved off the Slaver who gave me a last look and disappeared into the crowd with a hefty sack of coins. I watched as the Handmaiden fetched water and a cloth then began to clean Saski. My new Mistress turned my head to face her with a rough hold on my chin.

"Handsome," she said objectively, "Indeed the Slaver knew what he was selling, not bad for such a wretched man."

Another cloth was produced then she began to wipe away semen from my now flaccid penis.

"I am your Mistress," she told Saski and me sternly after we were cleaned. "I will suffer no disobedience, outbursts or violence of any kind from my slaves." Her look was no-nonsense and it screamed 'obey me without fail'.

"Now, on your knees," she pointed to the ground and Saski and I quickly knelt.

The Handmaiden forced our heads to the ground so that we could prostrate ourselves before the mistress with our bottoms in the air.

"This is how you kneel," she told us. I heard her step forward and raised my head slightly to see her sandal covered foot.

"Kiss it," she told me. It was far from disgusting but kissing another persons foot was an obvious sign of dominance over the one doing the kissing. Saski was made to do the same with the other.

When I stopped after one kiss I felt a sharp pain on my bottom.

"Keep going, boy!" shouted the Handmaiden who had flogged me with a short cat o' nine tails. I could hear Saski continuing to kiss the woman's foot which I mimicked quickly. For a good ten minutes we prostrated ourselves before her and kissed her feet. Even when my knees burned and back ached, we continued.

"Enough," she stepped back though we were told to stay down by the Handmaiden.

"Good slaves," she said in a lighter tone, "Stand." We achingly got back to our feet and looked at our Mistress when she commanded it. A pleasant smile was spread across her beautiful face. She had the same skin complexion as Saski but her hair was brown and tied into a long braided tail.

"They are well-behaved," she addressed her Handmaiden who simply nodded her agreement.

"Boy," she looked at me sternly. "I trust the stinging in your bottom is something you don't want again?"

I nodded, rubbing my sore bottom but the Handmaiden moved my hands away

"Do not touch it," I was told by the Mistress. "Pain is your teacher, do not try to soothe it."

"Now," the Mistress turned away from us and stood still for a moment. Suddenly, out of thin air, a light emitted from in front of her. The Mistress put her hands up into the light and moved them apart slowly, as if she was tearing the very air in front of her open. The light became the border of a small hole in front of us all and I stared stupidly at it, knowing this was magic but having no experience with it.

"That's a portal," Saski suddenly said, speaking for the first time, "My papa used to conjure them."

"Is that so?" The Mistress held out a hand which Saski took. "Did you ever go through one?" Saski was moved to stand beside the Mistress while I was watched by the Handmaiden. Saski shook her head at the question.

"Then you may walk through with me," she was told, "It can be quite jarring the first time."

The Handmaiden then took my hand in hers. I looked up at her nervously but was surprised by the gentleness of her features suddenly.

"Fear not boy," she told me. "I will only be cruel when I need to be."

I was urged forward as the Mistress and Saski stepped through the portal. I'll never forget that feeling, the first time I used a portal, it was like my body had been yanked by a thousand horses all going in the same direction but instead of falling I merely was dragged along standing.

When we arrived at the other end, I couldn't help falling to my knees and vomiting. Saski had done the same but the Mistress was neither angry nor disgusted.

"Go fill the bath with warm water and let them soak," I heard her say to the Handmaiden. "No doubt it's been a horrible day for them."

I lost consciousness soon after that.

*

I awoke to the feeling of an encompassing warmth. As my senses returned I realised my head was being held above water by someone and when my eyes opened I saw the Handmaiden looking down at me with another pleasant smile.

"Do you feel unwell Tamu?" I couldn't find my voice and instead just nodded. I heard splashing beside me and turned my head to see Saski sitting in the warm pool of water.

The thick collar I had worn was gone, Saski's also, and we both looked even more naked without them.

The Handmaiden let go of me and I moved to sit against the side of the large bath.

"I'll leave you two to bathe," she told us, "Afterword the Mistress will discuss your futures in her home."

She left without another word. I was now alone with Saski for the first time. Calling the situation awkward was an understatement, she had been forced to pleasure me and I had ended up humiliating her further by covering her in my seed.

Saski moved so that only her head was above water in an effort to hide her body. I blushed and looked away nervously.

"I'm Saski," she broke the awkward silence by saying something I already knew but formal introduction was far from the worst thing she could have said.

"Tamu," I told her back. I moved to cover my body as well, it was as if we simply existed as floating heads and the silliness of the situation was not lost on us. Despite our situation, our fear and our humiliation we ended up giggling stupidly at one another and pulling faces.

"Your name doesn't sound very western," Saski then asked me, still naught but a floating head, "Are you really from Isna?"

"My Papa was," I admitted, "I was born here in the Kolem Desert."

"White folk don't come down this far usually, why did your Papa?"

I told her the story I knew, of how my father had committed a crime which he was exiled for. I then assured her that my father was a gentle man and had never even lost his temper.

"Then why are you a slave now if you have family?" She asked.

"I was kidnapped three days ago," I said with a sigh, "My family are probably worried sick."

"My Papa was a mage for the Sultan once," Saski then admitted. The Sultan was like a king and I had heard he was a ruthless, even cruel, man. "I don't know why the Sultan executed my Mama and Papa or why he kept me alive."

"That's awful," I offered my condolences but Saski shook her head at me.

"I'm done mourning," she told me, "I just want to survive."

"This place doesn't seem bad," I admitted, "The Mistress seems nice."

"We'll see," Saski shrugged her shoulders, "I have nowhere else to go anyway."

We both dunked our heads under the warm water and cleaned our hair before decided we had best go and see the Mistress. Being naked in front of one another was still a little embarrassing even though we were both in the same boat.

The Handmaiden was waiting for us outside. We were greeted to a large square hallway with an open roof garden in the centre and a pool of water in the centre of the garden.

"Is that a Magical Oasis?" Saski asked, looking up at the Handmaiden.

"Yes, it's the only one for leagues," the Handmaiden noticed my confusion, "Ah, being from Isna I doubt you know about these, am I right?"

"Actually ma'am the Slaver lied, I grew up here in the Desert," the Handmaiden looked shocked, "Forgive me, I should have corrected him."

Unsure of what to do I prostrated myself before her like I had done before at Slave Town.

"Be calm, Tamu," she told me, "Your name alone was enough to have me consider that possibility."

She helped me up and patted me on the head, "The Mistress will welcome you regardless, you're a beautiful boy after all."

"Anyway," the Handmaiden continued, "The Oasis has healing properties and many rich towns and estates are built around similar ones, this estate included."

"They heal wounds and stop sun damage," Saski chipped in.

"My, my, you are smart," the Handmaiden offered her hands to us which we both took. The house was lavishly decorated with exquisite brickwork and the tiles on the floor were shiny and clean.

"I will explain a few things before you meet the Mistress again," she began, "We house many Slaves here, criminals who work the plantation as punishment for their crimes, though they will never enter the manor proper.

"The Mistress employs paid servants to tend to the manor," she indicated to a maid dressed similarly to her, "You will help with their duties, punishment will be administered accordingly but if you work hard and work well, you need not fear my lash.

"Lastly your sole purpose is now obeying the Mistress," we were given stern looks, "If she says jump you ask…?"

"How high," I retorted much to the Handmaiden's surprise.

"Very good Tamu," I felt that familiar pride for being praised.

"Go through these doors and present yourself the way Tamu did when he apologised to me." We both nodded and nervously opened the large set of doors before us. The handmaiden stayed in the hall and when the door shut behind us, I was sure even Saski jumped a little.

The Mistress was sat in the dimply lit room reading by lamplight on a plush sofa. In the corner stood a maid who was preparing three cups of tea. We quickly approached and knelt as instructed. For a full five minutes we were ignored, the only sounds being the occasional flip of a page or the pouring of tea and clanging of the tea set.

"Sit," we finally heard the Mistress say. We both looked up to see her indicating to the spaces beside her in the middle of the sofa with a cup of steaming tea on the table in front of her.

Nervously, we took a place on either side of the Mistress who put her book down and placed her hands on her knees. Unsure of where to put my hands, I decided to cover myself, as did Saski but a sharp hiss from the Mistress stopped us.

"Rule One," she barked, "You are naked slaves, you will remain completely naked unless I say otherwise," she glared at us both.

"Covering with your hands is unacceptable and will be a punishable offence in the future."

We both rested our arms on our sides, this new rule made me feel even more naked now and Saski looked just as nervous.

"Rule Two," she stated, "Seeing as I purchased you together I would like for you to remain as such at all times, you will eat together, bathe together, sleep together and work together," both of us received steely glares, "It may seem like a strange rule but it is what it is."

We said nothing, both of us understanding that it wasn't really up to us.

zpZ"Rule Three is just for you, Tamu," I felt the woman wrap an arm around me and rest it on my shoulder, Saski received similar attention. "I want you to practice pleasuring a woman on Saski here." I blushed and Saski gave me an awkward smile.

"In case it wasn't clear children, you're here to satisfy my every need be it sexual or otherwise," I felt myself be pulled closer to the Mistress. "Oh I do so love the feeling of children," she cooed happily, "Such soft skin and wonderful minds."

Saski seemed all too happy to accept the contact, being an orphan and all, but I wasn't so ready to give up on seeing my family again. I was sure I would be shown kindness here and perhaps even well looked after, better fed than back in my village too, but this wasn't home. I struggled out of the Mistresses hold and knelt low the way I was taught.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly, "But I was kidnapped, please let me go home!"

I didn't expect her to say yes, in fact I fully expected her to get angry and punish me for even asking. What I didn't expect was kindness.

"I see," she said with a sigh, "Dear boy I understand how you must feel but by law you are my slave, regardless of circumstance."

A sense of defeat assaulted me at that moment and tears once again began to form at the prospect that I would probably never see my family again.

"Worry not, dear boy," The Mistress stood and pulled me to my feet. "Truly, my only wish is for you to be happy and healthy in my home." I felt her soft hand caress my flaccid penis. "Saski darling, I'd like you to bring Tamu to orgasm please."

Saski moved beside the Mistress who took the girl's hand and held it near to my now erect penis.

"Touch it," she said softly, "You're in charge of training him to pleasure women but you mustn't forget to reward him." For the second time today Saski was about to bring me to orgasm and I could do nothing to stop it really.

The Mistress stood up and moved behind me. I felt her grab my hands and hold them behind me so that I could do nothing to stop Saski from obeying her orders. Unlike before, Saski was more willing to do as she was told. Her soft hand caressed my hard member which she then began to rub slowly up and down the shaft.

The Mistress wasn't about to miss out on the fun it seemed as she quickly began to kiss down my neck and along my bare shoulder. Shivers went up my spine which, combined with the gentle touch of Saski's hand on my member, caused me to groan loudly.

"Such a cute noise Tamu," the Mistress said into my ear, causing more shivering, "I hope that you'll make those for me some day soon, boy?" The Mistress held my arms tightly behind my back still and the feeling of being unable to move while being molested was both humiliating and arousing for my young mind.

Something clicked in me then, thinking about how I was being treated caused a surge of arousal within me and I soon ejaculated onto the hard tile floor. The Mistress finally let me go and I collapsed, falling onto my arse with a loud sigh. Saski knelt down in front of me and wiped a line of sweat off my forehead.

"Are you alright Tamu?" she asked me kindly. I could only nod in reply however.

"Clean him up Saski," the Mistress then ordered. Saski made to scoop up my cum with her hand but the Mistress stopped her. "With your mouth dear, don't waste a drop."

Saski looked at me nervously and I could only offer a smile that I hoped was pleasant. Slowly she lowered her head then took my wet, still slightly hard, penis into her mouth. I could feel her lips trembling on my shaft and if I hadn't just orgasmed, I may have filled her mouth right there when her tongue began to caress my sensitive penis.

Saski pulled away, a hand over her mouth.

"Swallow it," the Mistress demanded as she stood over us. Saski took a couple of gulps before she managed to get it all down. The Mistress had her open her mouth and give proof that it was done. "Good girl," she petted Saski on the head softly. "Now, before I send you off to bed, I have a gift for each of you."

The Mistress clicked her fingers and the maid in the corner approached her. On top of a silver tray sat two collars made of fine silk. "These are enchanted to be indestructible," we were informed by the Mistress, "And Saski, since you come from a family of mages I gather you know some magic?" Saski nodded, "I thought so, I don't want you casting spells willy-nilly however so both collars will dampen any magical ability unless I give you permission to use it."

The Mistress first knelt in front of Saski and gently fastened the girl's new collar around her slender neck. When it was done the Mistress leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the girl's lips. Next came my collar and once fastened the Mistress kissed me as well. "Such lovely children," the Mistress cooed happily, "Now, off to bed with you, Kaleen will show you the way."

Just as we reached the door to leave, the Mistress spoke one last time. "Welcome to your new home, children."

I wanted to say something like 'this isn't my home' or anything to rebel really but then I remembered the painful lashing I had received for simply not kissing this woman's feet correctly. Saski immediately took my hand and led me outside. Wordlessly, we were led to our shared room which turned out to be more luxurious than I thought possible.

Saski climbed under the covers and held them up for me to climb in beside her. I eyed my feet nervously. "I can sleep on the floor," I told her, having done it pretty much all my life anyway.

"Rule Two," Saski retorted, "We do everything together," she patted the empty space beside her, "We're like brother and sister now, okay?" I climbed in beside Saski who let go of the blanket and let it cover us. Saski turned off the gas lamp that was already lit for us so that we were plunged into darkness.

For a few minutes we lay in silence, appreciating the softness of the bed and glad to rest our weary bodies. "Don't leave me alone, okay?" I heard Saski say eventually. I wanted to escape, to run home, but now I realised that without me, Saski would be the only other slave in the manor and that was as good as being alone.

When I look back on that night I realise why the Mistress had said we must be together. On one hand it created a comradery between us, someone who was exactly like the other regardless of our gender difference. Someone to share in our humiliation. Someone to comfort the other.

The Mistress wanted us to feel like we depended on each other.

And if we did, we would never abandon the other…

Chapter Three
Learning Lessons

"Saski, Tamu, time to wake up."

My eyes fluttered open at the voice. I turned my head and saw Saski lying close beside me. We had laid up just talking until eventually falling asleep I guessed. I gently shook her awake just as the Mistress's Handmaiden entered the room.

"Get up," she told us sternly and I noticed the lash on her belt.

Unwilling to receive another lashing like yesterday, however short, I pulled myself out of bed and Saski quickly followed suit. I watched as the naked girl moved around the bed to stand beside me.

"You'll be eating with the Mistress," we were told, "First you will bathe in the Oasis."

We were led out into the courtyard which had a nice garden with a pool of water of in the middle. It looked clean and it shimmered invitingly in the morning sun. The Handmaiden indicated towards the pool which we both approached. I gave Saski a nervous look when our eyes met before simply dipping my foot in the water, it was cool and refreshing.

Eventually we both entered and I stumbled at the sudden depth of the water, landing face first in the pool. Saski entered much more elegantly and was laughing at my misfortune. The Handmaiden, who had stripped, joined us in the water and helped me stand.

"Are you alright Tamu?"

I nodded and blushed, noticing her nudity.

"Don't be bashful boy," the Handmaiden slapped my back playfully, "You'll see much more than me in your time, I promise you that." Saski was staring at the Handmaiden's full chest then she looked down at her own.

"Ah, envious are we girl?" the Handmaiden approached the slave, "You're still young, I'm sure you'll grow an impressive pair before long."

Saski flinched when the Handmaiden ran her hand down Saski's near flat chest, taking a nipple in between her fingers and squeezing it. "Pay heed boy," she looked over at me, "The Mistress enjoys this."

The Handmaiden beckoned me over only to force my head under the water when I got close enough. I was let go a second later and I came up with a gasp. Saski was coughing and I knew the same had been done to her. The Handmaiden left the water, laughing as she did, and wrapped herself in an offered towel.

"Dry up and go see the Mistress, she's been waiting long enough I am sure."

We both finished and found the dining room. I was surprised to find that my skin was no longer sunburned and blistered as it had been for the past three days since my capture, the Oasis was truly wonderful in that regard.

The grand dining room was just as extravagant as the rest of the manor with a large wooden table decorating the centre which had been polished to a smooth shine. At the end of the table sat the Mistress, sipping on a cup of tea.

"Good morning children," the Mistress said to us with a welcoming smile, "I hope you slept well?"

"We slept wonderfully Mistress," Saski said and prostrated herself. I followed suit. The Mistress let us stand a moment later.

"I trust you expected to be eating scraps or some form of gruel, correct?" I had no idea what to expect but Saski nodded to the question. "The only slaves you ever knew, Saski, were likely owned by the Sultanate and with so many mouths to feed its understandable that they choose quantity over quality."

"You two, however, are different," she continued, "You will be treated well in my house, eat good food and I will even have you schooled."

Saski seemed overjoyed at the idea but being a boy who lived in a small village, schooling was never really a big deal for me, so I couldn't read or write.

"Do not think it a kindness for the sake of being kind," we were cautioned, "You two are my possessions and to have you present yourselves to guests as illiterate or uneducated will sully my name."

"Remember this," her look became stern, "Your actions reflect on me." She looked at us welcomingly again. We were told to sit on opposite sides of her at the end of the table. "Actually Tamu, why don't you sit on my lap?" I stopped pulling out my chair and moved over to the Mistress who helped me sit on her waiting lap.

"Ah such warmth," she hugged me close, pulling me into her chest and savouring my body heat. A line of maids appeared carrying three plates of food, they paid Saski and myself no mind and simply placed the food down at our seats and left. I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon and my stomach growled loudly.

"Eat, I'm sure you're both quite hungry," she picked up a piece of flatbread and dipped it into some labneh. I had eaten the savoury yoghurt before and when the bread was offered, I made to take it from her. "No, no," she chastised teasingly, "Eat it from my hand boy."

Blushing heavily, I leaned forward and took a bite of the soft flat bread. The labneh gave it a nice, savoury flavour and it tasted many times better than what I would have eaten at home. Next came some cucumber, back at the village we didn't get fresh fruit or vegetables a lot so this was a treat I eagerly devoured. Next came an olive, another fresh vegetable I hardly ever ate.

"You really are a growing boy," the Mistress said as she fed me from my plate, "Did you ever eat such fine food back home?" A pang of anger caught me unaware and my shoulders when stiff. The Mistress noticed this. "Poor choice of words Tamu, I apologise."

I looked at Saski who tried to smile encouragingly. I swallowed my bitterness for her sake. "Not at all Mistress," I managed to say though I doubt it was convincing. The Mistress had me move from her lap and I returned to my seat to finish my meal. Next, Saski was moved onto the older woman's lap.

"Oh I've been wanting to touch your skin since I laid eyes on you," the Mistress fondled the girl with abandon, uncaring for how her slave felt even if she seemed to enjoy the contact. "I saw what you did for Tamu at the market, you brave girl," she said into her ear, "I can't imagine how humiliating that was, especially when he covered you in his seed?"

"I merely did as I was told," Saski panted in reply. The Mistress had begun to kiss the girl's neck which caused Saski to shiver. A soft moan escaped her lips and the Mistress giggled playfully.

"You didn't get anything in return did you?"

"What do you mean Mistress?"

"I mean, my dear Saski, have you ever been brought to orgasm?"

Before she could even reply however, the Mistress opened Saski's legs and began to stroke the girl's virgin slit. I looked away but the Mistress clicked her fingers at me. "Look boy," her tone was stern despite what she was doing, "In time you'll be doing much more with Saski."

As the Mistress worked, my eyes locked onto Saski's so that we stared at one another. Saski tried to look away but the Mistress's free hand turned her head right back. Under the table I began to get an erection, I knew I couldn't control that but it still felt disrespectful to the girl I was starting to consider a friend.

"Please stop," I couldn't stop my sudden outburst. I stood up and banged my hands on the table, "She doesn't like it!" I was always an emotional boy, I didn't have much of a temper but when something made me angry or disgusted I was always quick to voice my opinion.

The Mistress's glare stunned me to silence. Saski was pushed off her lap where she landed on her back on the floor, winded and gasping for breath.

"Kaleen!" the Mistress shouted and the Handmaiden came in almost instantly, "Take this boy to the whipping post!"

The Mistress turned to look at Saski who was slowly rising to her feet. "Punish them together," she then said, much to my horror.

"As you wish," the Handmaiden took me by the arm forcefully and pulled me towards Saski, who was grabbed along with me. The Handmaiden had a strong grip and with us being so young, we had no chance of breaking free. We were led out and through the courtyard until we were outside the manor.

This was my first time seeing the fields. Rows of men and women worked in the scorching sun all bound by leg irons and linked manacles with the same iron collar as my own on their necks. A row of wooden posts were erected along the outskirts of the fields and Saski and I were tied to one each. Our hands were tied above our heads with her backs completely exposed. The Mistress followed after us and took the Handmaiden's Cat of Nine Tails from her.

"Soft pronged?" she simply said to the Handmaiden behind me, I couldn't see either of them, "Good, I just want this to hurt, not scar them."

Saski started sobbing beside me and my sense of justice boiled over again. "Why is Saski here, she did nothing wrong?" A painful lash across my back caused me to cry out.

"Rule Two," I heard the Mistress say, "You will do everything together!" I heard the crack of the whip and Saski cried out beside me. "If you speak again I'll triple the number of lashes!"

In front of me, through teary eyes, I saw the field workers stop and watch us being flogged. As I was being punished I noticed that my erection wasn't going down, if anything it was getting worse. I closed my eyes tight and tried to will it to go away but to no avail. The workers began to notice and I could hear every demeaning comment they threw my way.

I soon lost count of how many times I had been bit by that devilish whip but eventually, it stopped. I could hear heavy panting behind me, the Mistress had clearly tired herself out.

"They work the fields today," was all I heard before she left.

The Handmaiden let us down and my knees gave way almost immediately. Saski was a sobbing mess, curled up into a ball as she hugged her chest. I noticed how she wasn't bleeding but countless red welts had risen on her flawless skin. I knew then what the Mistress had meant by 'soft pronged'.

I moved to help Saski up though she slapped my hand away. I wasn't so stupid as to realise this was all my fault, if I had just sat quietly Saski might have even come to enjoy herself but instead we were tied, naked, to the whipping posts and punished in front of the entire manor.

The Handmaiden left us and instead we were led towards the fields roughly by a male supervisor. Having so many prisoners working here meant that the manor employed a sizeable force to keep them in line. The man in charge handed us a sickle each and told us to start cutting down sugar.

That day was, without a doubt, the hardest of my short life. When the guards weren't looking I was fondled without fail by one of the other slaves who were excited by my white skin and innocent youth. They would slap my abused back and buttocks, grab my penis and work me to erection, jam their dirty finger into my anus or even squeeze my balls.

Saski had it much worse, at one point she tried to slash one of the men with her sickle but that only made them angry. By late afternoon we were covered in dirt, sweat and tears. Saski was bleeding from her lip when one slave slapped her. I myself was covered in bruises and my nose was bleeding.

To say I wasn't happy to see the Mistress would have been a drastic understatement. She stood at the edge of the field as were guided towards her.

"Poor dears," the Mistress said softly as we both stood, staring at our feet glumly, "I imagine you had a rough afternoon?"

I wanted to spit at her, curse her name and call her every foul thing under the sun but I didn't want to go through that again. We both remained quiet instead.

"Tamu, I believe you have something to say to me?"

It took me a moment to realise what but I got the idea. "I'm sorry for my outburst this morning Mistress."

"Thank you Tamu, let us put this horrible ordeal behind us shall we?" The Mistress opened her arms to us. Saski didn't waste a second and ran forward, crying loudly into the Mistress's stomach. The woman said nothing and instead tried to soothe the crying child.

I approached and allowed her to hold me. It was more pleasant than I would have admitted at the time, especially after my ordeal at the hands of the other slaves.

"I took no pleasure in whipping either of you," the Mistress assured us, "But I will never hesitate to do it if the need arises."

The Mistress released us but still held us at arms length. "You're such beautiful children, I wouldn't want to scar you by accident either."

"My lady, might I suggest they bathe in the Oasis once more to soothe their wounds?" Kaleen, the Handmaiden, spoke up from her place behind the Mistress.

"Yes, they've spent enough time with the pain," the Mistress took a hand each and led us inside the Manor. It was much cooler in here and a day in the sun had started to cause me to blister again. The Mistress watched as we bathed and my sore body was quickly soothed of the day's aches and pains.

Dinner was a calmer affair. The Mistress made no attempt to molest either one of us while we ate this time. I was happy just to enjoy the delicious food in front of me as well. Whenever I tried to look Saski in the eyes however she would look away immediately, almost as if she hated me now. The Mistress noticed this.

"Saski dear, you have every right to be angry with Tamu," she said calmly, "Although he was wrong in his actions, Tamu was trying to protect you, can you not see that?"

I looked solemnly at my plate of food, reminded that today's punishment was entirely my fault. Saski nodded glumly.

"I won't force you to forgive him," the Mistress reached over and stroked the top of Saski's head, "But do not let your feelings get in the way of your duties else you'll find yourself punished further."

Saski finally looked at me, her eyes glassy as if she was about to start crying again. I couldn't stop myself tearing up either.

"I'm sorry Saski," I said through jagged breaths. "I'm sorry I got us both punished." I couldn't see Saski's face at this point, my eyes being flooded by tears, but her reply was enough.

"It's okay Tamu," I heard her say, "I forgive you."

I was lifted out of my chair by the Mistress who held me tightly in her arms. Her embrace was gentle, almost motherly, as she stroked my bare back and made soft shushing noises in my ear to try to soothe me.

"I knew I chose right when I bought you together," she told us both, "Such wonderful slaves I will make of you."

I was carried into the parlour with Saski close behind as ever. The Mistress lay me on the sofa beside her with my head on her lap and had Saski do the same. My anger slowly dissipated as the Mistress soothed the both of us. I had my hand on her leg at one point and was slightly surprised when Saski reached over and held it.

I squeezed her hand for comfort and for what felt like hours the three of us, Mistress and slaves, lay in silence. The Mistress would run her hands down my side, feeling my soft skin under her hands and stroking down my bottom and stomach where she seemed to enjoy touching me the most. Every so often Saski would let out small squeaks but I didn't need to open my eyes to know what was being done to her.

I don't know when I fell asleep but in the blink of an eye, it was morning. I was nestled under the covers of the bed I shared with Saski in our quarters.

"Up you get children," came Handmaiden's Kaleens stern voice as she let herself in. Saski woke up along with me, we both smiled at one another.

"Such lazy slaves, not being able to see yourselves to bed," Kaleen sat down beside us, "Though I didn't mind having to carry young Tamu here, such wonderful skin you have boy." Kaleen pulled the covers off my naked body and reached down towards my penis.

"Saski, the Mistress has devised a fourth rule that only you can do," she said to the naked girl, "You must keep Tamu erect at all times but do not bring him to orgasm, am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Saski replied and watched as Kaleen brought me to a full erection.

"You can use your hands or your mouth, so long as he never ejaculates without permission or you'll both be punished." The Handmaiden had us climb out of the bed. My penis throbbed painfully as it bounced while I walked, following the Handmaiden towards the Oasis for our morning soak.

Like yesterday, the Handmaiden joined us. The cool water caused my erection to droop but Saski was much more on the ball than I had thought she would be. I loved the feeling of her soft, young hands around my penis but I quickly started to want more and hated being left on the edge like this.

Just like yesterday, we were led into the dining hall for breakfast. The Mistress eyed my erection as I approached the table. She gleefully took me on her lap again so that she could play with it. The last two days had been strange, not once did I ever consider being fondled so openly by an older woman.

"Today will your first day of tutoring children,"

Saski smiled at the announcement, I had no basis to go on but Saski seemed to liked learning.

"You will behave for the tutor, am I clear?" The Mistress could switch from kind to stern in a heartbeat and it shocked us into nodding obediently.

"One last thing Tamu, I forbid you from touching yourself from now on, your penis belongs to me and anyone I give permissions to."

"Yes Mistress," I couldn't help sounding deflated. I wasn't an extremely horny young boy but who doesn't enjoy masturbating? The thought that I could no longer relieve myself when I wanted, or even touch my own penis, was a strange idea indeed.

"I think he's sad that he can't do it himself any more, Saski," the Mistress chuckled as she spoke, "Worry not my horny little slave, you will always be rewarded for good behaviour."

Once breakfast was eaten we were led to a small room and told to sit on the hard floor. After ten minutes sitting alone, Saski and I started to wonder just what was happening. Eventually a man dressed in a white robe and cowl entered the room. His beard was long and black but tinged with grey and his face was only slightly adorned with wrinkles. He looked the imposing sort, I thought, so I knew not to get on his bad side immediately.

In his hands was a pile of books which he set on a large desk at the front of the room before turning to look at us. If he was aroused by either one of us, he didn't show it.

"Saski and Tamu, correct?" were his first words to us. We both nodded and he clapped his hands. "I'm your tutor, Hasim, you will address me as Teacher, understood?"

"Yes Teacher," we both said in unison.

"Saski, Mistress Nalina tells me that your father was a mage, do you already have an education?"

"Yes Teacher," Saski replied, "My father taught me to read and write."

"Did he ever teach you magic?"

"The most I can do is heal a small cut sir, and sense other magic users," Saski admitted, "But the Mistress's collar stops me from actually using magic."

"Understandable," the man turned to me, "What of you boy, anything noteworthy about you?"

"I'm nobody sir, just a poor stupid boy from a small village," I shrugged my shoulders, unsure if that was a good answer.

"So no education?" I shook my head, "Then how do you know that you are stupid?" he quizzed, "You may yet be a genius, so long as you are capable of learning."

First impressions aside, Hasim turned out to be both a kind and strict teacher. Of course, I was the focus today and for the first time in my short life I was learning how to read. Saski would correct me when needed while Hasim seemed content to let her teach me, only interjecting when he thought Saski was too lenient. By the end of our time with Hasim I was just barely capable of reading some words and letters but that alone was enough to impress my tutor.

"You did well boy, you're a fast learner after all," Hasim turned to face to Saski, "And you make an able assistant girl, your Mistress will hear my praise I assure you."

"Thank you teacher," Saski said and I bowed my head with her, happy to be praised on something other than sex. He let us go once Kaleen arrived.

"The Mistress is giving you free time now," she stated, "I advise you use it wisely, perhaps you should begin Tamu's training, Saski?" Saski's cheeks went redder at the idea of allowing me to do such intimate things to her whereas before she had solely done things to me.

"O-of course ma'am," Saski finally said, "I'll take him to our quarters if that is allowed?"

Kaleen nodded. She let us go our own way with a stern warning to not leave the manor. Saski took my hand in hers again and led me towards our quarters. I could feel her shaking as we walked, she had every right to be nervous after all.

"Don't worry," I said to her, "You're in charge, right?"

"I know," Saski replied shakily, "But I've never let a boy do things to me like this."

"Teach me well then."

We entered our quarters and stood beside one another looking at the bed. Saski fumbled nervously with her hands in front of her. I had seen my mother and father show affection before, things like kissing and hand-holding only though, but I felt it was a good place to start.

I moved in front of the small, lithe little naked girl and put my hands on her hips. Saski gasped at my soft touch and my heart was thumping in my chest in apprehension of what I was about to do. I slowly leaned in until our trembling lips met in our first of many kisses. I didn't really know how to kiss but even if I was doing it wrong I couldn't deny how pleasant it was.

Saski returned my affections readily, not out of duty but of her own free will. My hands ventured around to her small bottom where I began to fondle the warmth of her soft cheeks. Saski leaned closer into me, pressing my erect penis into her crotch and rubbing my bottom in similar fashion. The kiss lasted for what felt like minutes but was in fact only seconds.

At last, we separated. My bright blue eyes looked into her alluring hazelnut doe-eyes, and we both smiled giddily. I wanted to do more to make her smile like that. I got on my knees and stared right between her legs at her bald pussy.

"May I?" I asked submissively.

Saski looked embarrassed but she still nodded her consent. I don't know what drove me at that moment, or how I knew that people actually did this, but I dove in and began to lick her tiny slit. Perhaps it was because Saski had done it with my penis that I thought she would like it too? I steadied myself with my hands on her hips and Saski leaned forward, supporting herself on my shoulders.

The little girl moaned loudly. I found a small little bump at the front of her vagina and found that nibbling on it gently was causing an even greater reaction from Saski. I moved one of my hands so that I could insert a finger into her tight opening while I worked on her clitoris which only caused her to moan even more loudly.

An explosion of wetness suddenly coated my hand and chin. Saski collapsed on top of me suddenly so that we both fell to the floor. We landed with Saski lying on my chest, her hands on my biceps as she breathed heavily onto one of my nipples which only caused my already raging cock to cry out for relief.

"Did I do good?" I asked, my chin coated in her sweet juices.

"You did good," Saski said breathlessly.

Chapter Four
Pleasing Everyone

A month passed rather quickly for the Saski and myself. In that time I was receiving education on two fronts. By day, I would sit with Hasim and learn how to read and write, which I had become very proficient at, and by night I would lay with Saski in our shared quarters while she instructed me on pleasuring a woman.

Saski and I grew closer, it was only natural considering our relationship. Every so often Saski would reach over and bring me back to an erection, that was the rule she had to follow and I soon became accustomed to being touched and hardly even noticed it any more. The Mistress was all too happy to exploit my newfound openness and would bring me it orgasm whenever I deserved it, anywhere she felt like doing so.

Saski was a firm favourite among the male guards of the manor. The Mistress had given them permission to touch her as they pleased save for actually fucking the girl and in the rare moments we had free time and were actually apart, Saski was most likely being coddled in the guardhouse. I learned from her that the men were incredibly gentle and that she had begun to love their affections.

I did, however, begin to feel like we were no longer regarded as humans amongst our 'betters'. As if we were but objects for sexual gratification in the eyes of the Mistress and simple toys to everyone else. The only one who ever treated us as equals was Hasim who had yet to lay a finger on either of us. I may have been young, but I was quick to pick up on things.

I was told that tonight was a special night and that the Mistress would have me in her bed after nearly a full month of abstinence on her part. Saski would be there also and the Mistress assured her that she would receive her share of affections. So that night a hot bath was run and the both of us were cleaned thoroughly by the Mistress's maids.

Their touch wasn't exactly rough though they made no effort to preserve what little dignity we both still had. We were touched with the same care and respect as someone would have while cleaning an old but somewhat loved piece of furniture, once again furthering the dehumanization I felt.

"Sit still, you stupid girl," a maid said when Saski tried to squirm as a cloth was introduced to her sensitive, hairless sex. I had grown quite protective over Saski but even I knew that fighting the maid would result in painful punishment for us both. I offered no resistance when the maid began to clean my anus thoroughly.

The maids finally left us alone to soak in the warm water a little longer. Saski immediately floated over to me so that she could hold me tightly, hugging her small frame against mine. Her hand wrapped around my penis then she began to pump it gently. It had become a comfort mechanism for her, much to the joy of the Mistress.

Despite the rush of sexual arousal I kept my composure.

"Are you alright Saski?" I asked her but she shook her head.

"That lady wasn't very nice," she said quietly as she rested against me, her budding chest pressing against my own boyish one. I wrapped my arms around her, clasping her bottom lovingly.

"It's okay, the Mistress would get angry of they made us cry for no reason," I assured her, recalling an instance where a venomous young maid had taken a liking to making Saski suffer only for her to go too far.

Saski was a strong girl, hardly pathetic, so having her break down in tears was both horrifying for her and anger-inducing for the Mistress who took it upon herself to enslave that maid and put her to work in the fields without even a stitch of clothing, as was her right as a noble.

I hated how easily the rich and powerful could claim the life of someone they deemed lesser but there was some satisfaction in watching the maid suffer.

I often saw her being given similar attentions to those I had received during my one day working the fields. It was a miserable existence and one I didn't wish on anyone. Being a woman among a group of mostly male slaves was worse than anything we were told to do.

Saski and I lay in the bath together in silence, just enjoying our familiar company and touch. Eventually the Handmaiden, Kaleen, arrived.

"Get out of the bath before your skin wrinkles, children," she ordered. We were both dried in soft towels by Kaleen, after which she began to prepare us for the evening.

"Tamu," Kaleen looked at me, "Has Saski had you put your cock in her yet?"

"No ma'am, she hasn't," I responded.

"Shame on you Saski, we're not saving you for anyone so get a grip and let the boy fuck you, he needs practice," Kaleen admonished, "In any case, the Mistress will expect you to at least know how to use your mouth, can you do that?"

I nodded to which Kaleen seemed content.

"Saski," Kaleen clicked her fingers and had her move in front of me, "You will bring Tamu back to full erection then coat the head of his penis in this powder." Saski was handed a small clay jug that was filled with a vibrant red powder of some sort.

"What is this, ma'am?" I asked hesitantly as I smelled the contents of the jug, it was heady and strong.

"It's an aphrodisiac called Red Powder," she explained, "It will keep you erect once applied and when you enter the Mistress tonight, it will enhance her own experience."

Saski lightly dusted the tips of her middle and index finger before dabbing the powder onto the head of my circumcised, and very erect, penis. The effect kicked in quickly and I became more aroused than I ever had before.

"Isn't that a nice colour, Saski?" Kaleen noted as she took back the powder, "It's like a fresh cherry hanging off his cock."

"It is, ma'am," Saski smiled at her handiwork, she was really starting to enjoy touching me I thought.

I then watched Kaleen scoop up some powder and quickly press her fingers into Saski's opening. Saski moaned loudly at the sudden invasion, a wave of pleasure surging through her young body. Then the aphrodisiac hit.

Next she licked her finger and dipped it back into the jug and offered it to me.

"It doesn't taste of anything," I was assured, "But it'll keep you going all night."

I wrapped my lips around her finger and the Handmaiden smiled pleasently. Saski was offered the same. Whatever was happening to my body, it was both painful and intoxicating and the only way I could stop the burning in my loins was to orgasm.

Kaleen cackled wickedly as she stood over us, both aroused and desperate for relief. I wasn't allowed to touch myself but it was taking every ounce of my self-control not to, while Saski's hands were being held up by Kaleen to stop her from relieving herself as well.

"Naughty girl, wanting to touch yourself in front of me," she said in mock anger, "The Mistress will take care of you, I promise."

Kaleen took my hand and led us to the Mistress's bedchamber. Neither of us had been inside here yet but it made our room look like a hovel. The Mistress was already there, lying naked on her bed. I had yet to see her naked body and my overly aroused state only cried out more for relief at the sight of her.

Saski was sweating and shaking, her own arousal now getting the better of her.

"I see you used the Red Powder," the Mistress chuckled at the sight of us, "Such ready and willing slaves are welcome in my bed however."

"I shall retire for the night my lady," Kaleen said with a bow and left the room. Now it was just the three of us.

"Tamu I want you to kneel with your hands behind your back and your legs wide open where you are," I obeyed her order. My red tipped penis stuck up as I knelt down, open legged, inviting anyone to touch it.

"Saski, I would have you get me wet before I receive young Tamu."

Saski nodded and approached the Mistress. For a good ten minutes I watched as the slender little girl slid between the older woman's shapely legs and began to service the Mistress's only slightly hairy vagina with her mouth. I had never seen two women go at it yet, it only caused my penis to throb even more painfully.

The sound of Saski licking and the Mistress's rising breaths were the only noises for a good while but eventually the Mistress pushed Saski away from her, as if she was discarding a simple object. I was still knelt before them, cock hard and naked body drenched in sweat.

"Come Tamu, let my cunt taste your little cock," her manner of speaking changed drastically. "Saski, you will go to where Tamu is now and assume the same position."

As I approached the bed I turned to watch Saski kneel, open legged by the door.

"Good little tart," the Mistress said with a short scoff, "If you even try to touch yourself I'll have you put in a chastity belt for a week, understood?"

Saski nodded affirmatively even if she likely didn't know what a chastity belt was.

I climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of the Mistress. She eyed me up and down, admiring my damp and sweaty body as it glistened in the lamplight. Her gaze fell then down between my legs and she licked her lips seductively.

"Come Tamu," she said again, spreading her legs for me, "You've earned this reward, orgasm as much as you can before I tire of you."

I tried to control myself, to keep myself composed but an animalistic urge overtook me when the Mistress gave me free rein to orgasm. I lunged at her, only to be caught by the ready woman and held steady.

"Easy boy," she chastised, "I doubt you can damage me but I would not want you to hurt yourself."

I was pulled close so that the Mistress could kiss me on the lips. Her hand snaked down to my penis and gently held it against her opening.

"Now enter me slave," she whispered into my ear, "Become one with me and become a man!"

I thrust forward, mostly by instinct, and the wet warmth of this beautiful older woman encompassed my immature penis. In all my eleven years of life I had never felt such pleasure, such warmth and such need. I became a mere animal driven by lust, thrusting forward faster and faster as the Mistress screamed in ecstasy. If not for the Red Powder I never would have made her feel so good.

She began to speak but I didn't register her words. My whole world was in this moment and inside of the Mistress. I came quickly, not even bothering to stop as I did however, while the Mistress hummed delightfully as her insides became warm with my seed. I couldn't stop, my erection stayed firm and my libido did not die down.

"Yes Tamu," the Mistress screamed loudly, "More!"

Eventually, after a good few hours, the aphrodisiac wore off and I collapsed on top of the Mistress's sweaty chest laying my small head atop her voluptuous breasts. I felt her hands wrap around my small frame so that she could hold me tight and felt her heavy breathing on top of my sweat covered head. I was still feeling lust, still eager to please even if she was spent but my body simply couldn't move like it was before right now.

I managed to move my head and take a firm, hard nipple in my mouth which I began to suckle. The Mistress sighed contently as I suckled, her hands roaming down and caressing my naked body. My erection gradually went down and eventually it slid out of the Mistress's soaking wet opening all on its own.

The smell of sweat was thick in the air now. It was intoxicating in its own right, however.

"Saski," I heard the Mistress say, "Come my darling."

Saski joined us on the bed and the Mistress moved one of her hands between Saski's legs.

"I want you to wet my hand with your love juices sweet girl," she told her, "This boy has been well instructed, you did a fantastic job slave."

Saski came quickly and the Mistress had us move under the covers. I lay between them both, sandwiched in a warm hug that quickly lulled my tired body to sleep.

*

I awoke to the sound of the Mistress's moaning. Her eyes were closed and her whole body seemed to rise and fall as if riding the waves of ecstasy. I then saw the lump underneath the covers and curiously looked underneath.

Sure enough, Saski was hard at work between the Mistress's legs once again. Our eyes met in the dim light underneath the heavy duvet and I smiled, her eyes twinkled with joy. I moved out from underneath so that I could repeat what I had done the night before. I took the Mistress's nipple in my mouth and together, Saski and I brought her to orgasm.

Smelly from sweat and lovemaking, the Mistress had a warm bath prepared but the fun didn't end there. The Mistress had Saski bring me to erection before instructing the girl to mount me as I sat against the wall of the bath. The Mistress watched as her two child slaves made love like adults, working herself to an orgasm under the water with her own hand.

Saski was tighter than the Mistress but it only increased the sensation to new heights. Blood drifted to the surface of the water at one time and when I panicked, the Mistress quickly assured me that it was normal for a girl's first time and Saski herself said there was very little pain.

"Keep going Tamu," she insisted, "It feels wonderful, I promise!"

Unlike last night, I wasn't doing much of the moving. Saski herself bounced up and down on my hard cock while I kept her steady by holding her hips. We both came in unison and the Mistress seemed to peak not long after.

Once the Mistress was dressed, the day continued as usual. Breakfast first then our daily lessons before aiding the staff with general chores. The staff were no better than anyone else in the manor when they got some time alone with the two of us however. Our bodies were theirs to touch and manipulate as they pleased and, truth be told, we got very little work done, though the Mistress didn't seem to care.

During our free time we decided not to spend it like we usually did, instead we bathed in the cool Oasis under the watchful gaze of the Handmaiden who seemed happy to let us just relax. Saski sat in on lap, my penis flaccid under the water, as we cooled off. Saski would occasionally start kissing me while I ran my hands over her smooth skin. The Mistress encouraged us to be this familiar.

I felt nothing but love for Saski…

Chapter Five
Our Lives

My twelfth birthday came and went with no celebration. Back at my village any birthday was cause for celebration and usually the entire village would spend the entire day in revelry until the early hours of the next morning. No such luck at the manor however. While I had settled into my role as a house slave I began to miss the little things I was denied by the Mistress.

The Mistress continued to use us for sex and I had become quite good at pleasing her with Saski's help. The Mistress was a woman of varied tastes and had no qualms about bedding a little girl despite being the same gender. Such things were usually frowned upon, but behind closed doors a rich noble could get away with murder.

It was becoming apparent that the Mistress was growing less and less excited by us however. I began to fear she was growing bored with Saski and me which left me uncertain about our future. I feared she would one day sell us.

Saski began to work me back up to an erection as instructed all those weeks ago. I snapped back to the present as Hasim gave us our daily lesson. I was now just as competent at reading and writing as Saski and our lessons proceeded onto things like poetry, music and literature.

"Mistress Nalina will be hosting a large dinner party in the coming week," we were warned as we sat on the tile floor as usual during lessons, "She has instructed me to have you learn how to sing and recite poetry without the need of a song sheet or book so that you may entertain her guests as they eat, though I doubt you will get the chance to do such things.

"You will not be permitted to join them for the meal," he added, "Feeding you the way Mistress Nalina does is a personal decision but not common practice so be on your best behaviour, say nothing unless spoken too and do not shy away from the guests should they desire to touch your body.

"Boy, if they ask you to masturbate, what will you do?" Hasim looked directly at me.

"Refuse sir, I am not allowed to touch myself," I replied confidently.

"Wrong, these guests are of higher standing than the Mistress and their orders must come first," he spoke calmly and clearly, not resorting to losing his temper and insulting us for mistakes like the other staff would.

"Girl, if a guest desires to put his cock in you?"

Saski blushed. "I must allow it?"

"Correct," Hasim smiled at her. "You see now, you must forget everything the lady told you and focus primarily on guest satisfaction, you may be asked to do things you are not used too but by doing them you prove that the Mistress keeps good slaves who are both loyal and hard-working."

The night before the banquet Saski and I could hardly sleep. We had heard from Hasim that it wasn't uncommon for house slaves to be completely and utterly degraded during events where guests had free rein over someone else's slave. We ended up getting very little sleep before being woken up by Kaleen who was twice as strict as usual.

There was no time for messing around today. It was work, work, work and work we did. I was put in the kitchens to help prepare food while Saski was dragged around the manor, cleaning it with the maids. As the evening rolled in we were told to bathe and get ready to receive guests at the front doors. We would stand on either side of the entrance hall and welcome the guests to the manor with a normal bow, not the usual way we presented ourselves. Of course, we would be completely naked as always.

The Handmaiden would be nearby to ensure our safety but unless she intervened, we had no right to refuse anything that was asked of us.

And so it was, Saski and I stood opposite one another in silence until the first guest arrived.

"Welcome to Lady Nalani's manor, we hope you'll have a pleasant evening," we said in unison as instructed. It seemed we weren't expected to be there and the first guest jumped at our sudden introduction.

"My, my, a white boy," the man chuckled, "Strapping young man at that, what is your name?"

"Tamu, sir," I replied quickly, not making eye contact, "It is an honour to make your acquaintance."

"Wonderful manners," the man chirped happily as he moved on, all but ignoring Saski. The next guests arrived and once again, I was the centre of attention. As expected, more than a few fondled my cock and balls, brought me to erection or simply explored my body with their hands. Some acknowledged Saski eventually though she didn't receive nearly as much attention as I did.

When the last guest had arrived it was time for us to move into the dining room and await orders. I didn't have to wait long either. Almost as soon as I entered, the first man from earlier eagerly had me on his lap where he began to fondle my already erect penis.

His wife sitting beside us seemed to enjoy feeding me what she thought was food a slave would never possibly eat, despite the fact I ate well every day. I feigned gratitude however and allowed her to spoon-feed me to her heart's content.

The gentleman whose lap I sat on was all too happy to bring me to orgasm as the starters ended. When I came, cheers erupted across the table as my seed shot into the air and landed on the fine wooden surface. I grabbed a napkin but was stopped from cleaning it.

"You there, girl, come make yourself useful, you lazy little bitch," the man barked at Saski who approached us nervously. "Lick it up like a good little tart."

Saski whimpered as she bent over and the man delivered a hard smack to her bottom. I saw her extend her tongue and lap up the mess I made. Laughter circulated around the table and I could tell that Saski, however brave, was utterly humiliated.

"Did you enjoy it girl?" Saski looked over at the Mistress who gave a slight nod.

"Very much sir, thank you," Saski said, her voice quivering slightly. More laughter followed as Saski was dismissed and the guest removed me from his lap with a light slap on my bottom for good measure. I didn't make it far before being snatched up by a young woman two seats down. What surprised me the most was that she was white skinned, like myself. She had been eyeing me since she arrived.

She whispered into my ear as I stood beside her but I couldn't understand the language she was speaking. I told her I didn't understand her in Kolemian too which she laughed heartily.

"Rare to see a boy from Isna born in this shit hole." She then whispered in my language, "have you ever seen your homeland boy?"

I shook my head.

"A shame, you would have been free over there." Her hand's caressed my bottom like so many others seemed to enjoy, I had never considered it a feature though I was apparently wrong.

"Do you know its illegal for a boy your age to pleasure a grown man or woman in our homeland?" Her finger traced under my hard penis and I moaned slightly at the touch, even if I had just came moments ago. "I'm not letting this rare opportunity pass," she then said, "I want you to get under the table and lick my cunt, swallow every drop boy, understand?"

"Yes ma'am," I said meekly. I went under the table and, sure enough, the white lady lifted her dress high enough for me to see her hairy opening. I had been trained to do this, so I was fairly confident I could bring this woman to orgasm quickly and with ease.

The guest across from the one I was licking kicked off her sandal behind me and proceeded to press her foot against my my exposed arse cheeks. Her big tow jammed between my cheeks, tickling my anus as I worked on the other ladies wet pussy. I could hear her moaning above me though if anyone cared, it wasn't being shown.

When she orgasmed I thought I was finished but just as I swallowed the last of her juices she jammed my head back in for another go. I licked her until my tongue felt heavy in my mouth.

The woman behind me also kept up her assault on my rear, skilfully teasing my anus with her big toe and occasionally jamming it inside a little. My own erection was painful, I was both stimulated and humiliated but it only served to increase my arousal.

Just as my jaw was starting to cramp I was finally allowed to stop. I considered waiting for the lady behind me to get bored but when the other called for me by name I took the opportunity. I stood before her, submissively with my hands behind my back, as she looked me over.

"I'll never forget that one my lad," she said to me. The woman leaned in and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I kissed her back, just as I had been taught. "I'll think of you when I need something to pity."

Then she simply pushed me away, discarding me. I didn't let it get to me and instead made my way towards Saski.

"Are you okay?" I whispered to her, taking her hand in mine.

"I should be asking you that," she gave me a look of concern but I tried my best to smile at her, "That white lady looked like she would suffocate you."

"I'm fine," I assured her, "At least they haven't paid you much attention I suppose."

"White boy," a guest shouted at me from the end of the table, right beside the Mistress who sat at the head of it. I quickly moved over to him, smiling back at the Mistress who offered me one as I approached.

"What can I do for you sir," I said with a small bow. Wordlessly, the man grabbed my hand and pulled me over his knee with my bottom presented before him.

"Ah, such a fine ass," the guest began to fondle it, "I can see why the other guests couldn't keep their hands off him until now."

"He's a beautiful boy, is he not?" the Mistress sipped from her cup of wine before speaking again, "The girl, Saski, is a delight also, both should serve you well."

My eyes widened at her words, she was truly intending to sell us after all.

"I wonder why you would part with such a rarity, his skin alone is desirable is it not?"

"He was, but I grow bored," the Mistress looked down at me, her one kind smile gone to be replaced with one altogether uncaring, "I only ask that you treat them well, such good slaves deserve to stand among others."

"Of course," the man jabbed a finger in between my ass cheeks, causing me to gasp loudly, "The boy alone will make my business stand out, no other brothel in the capital can boast a well-trained white boy."

At the time I had no idea what a brothel was.

"And the girl?" the Mistress inquired, "Will she be purchased with him?"

"Ah yes," the guest looked over at Saski who was currently refilling wine for guests, "I would sample her before purchase, if I may?"

"Of course, my lord," the Mistress agreed readily, "Though she is no virgin, Tamu here took it at my request."

"Pah, such a small cock could not have done much," he said with a laugh, "I doubt she will feel any different to any other maiden."

The guest summoned Saski over and allowed me to slide off his lap. Saski watched as he lifted his robe, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"Take it in your mouth, girl," he told her simply.

I couldn't stay and watch as another guest quickly called me over.

By the end of the night my cock and bottom were both red from abuse by the guests. Saski had been taken many times after the first guest seemed to enjoy her tight, young body immensely and I could tell that she was in some pain too.

"Off to the Oasis," the Handmaiden told us as the last of the guests finally left, "You'll feel better, I promise."

We didn't need to be told twice, as the cool water covered our weary little bodies the pains of the night seemed to wash away. Saski sighed contently beside me, a hand between her legs she massaged her sore vagina.

"That was horrible," I ended up saying to break the silence, "I've never been touched so much in my life."

"Poor you, at least you didn't have your body stretched wide open by their pricks," Saski moved close to me and leaned her head on my shoulder, "I hate them."

I wrapped an arm around her and together we just sat in silence, enjoying the moment. Eventually the Handmaiden ushered us out. We were fed some leftover food before being put to bed for the night.

Saski had no idea we were being sold and I didn't have the heart to tell her. Thankfully however, fate gave us a way out.

*

I was awoken that night by noises, screaming to be exact. Before I could even slide out of bed the door our chamber burst open loudly and one of the manor guards rushed in.

"Slaves," he barked at us, I went pale when I saw the blood on his drawn blade, "The Mistress has bid you to go to her."

"What's happening?" Saski was awake and she clung to me tightly.

"The Field Slaves are rioting," the man told us, "Bastards got cocky and killed the Captain so now they're raiding the manor."

Just then a group of three men ran into the room. The guard turned to meet them in combat, but he was too slow and one of the men sliced open his jugular with a blade similar to the guard's, obviously stolen from a corpse.

"Well lookit this," one of the slaves pointed at us on our bed, "The Mistress's special slaves."

"Get lost!" I shouted, trying to hide my fear as I watched the man who had tried to help us bleed out.

"We're breaking out of this hell," the man then told us bluntly, "Soon the Sultan's boys will storm this place and kill any slave stupid enough to stick around, so either you come with us or you're on your own!"

"We're not going with you!" I said defiantly, "Get out, now!"

"Suit yourself," the three men just left, I had expected them to try something but it seemed time was of the essence when staging a revolt.

"What do we do?" Saski asked, panic in her voice.

"We run away, just the two of us!" I told her bravely, "It's now or never!"

"Then why didn't we go with the other slaves?"

"They would have just kept us as their slaves," I shook my head as I spoke, "I could see it in his eyes, he wasn't going to let us go."

Saski nodded her understanding. "Okay Tamu," she said and kissed me on the lips, "I'll follow you, we'll do this together!"

I smiled. "Just like always."

We ran for the exit to the manor, ducking out of people's way and avoiding been seen where we could. I must have tripped over half a dozen corpses but whether they belonged to anyone I knew, I didn't want look long enough to find out.

Saski stopped for a moment.

"Hold on Tamu, I feel magic," she stated. "Portal magic." She looked to be thinking for a moment. "The Mistress must be fleeing through one of her portals?"

Despite her plans for us, I felt slightly betrayed knowing that she had left us to the wolves. At some point in my time here I had come to love her but recently, not so much, and last night's dinner party had been the last straw.

"Let her," I said to Saski, "We're just slaves to her, remember, completely disposable."

I took Saski by the hand and ran out of the manor. The cold desert night reminded me that I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing but I wasn't going to risk being captured just to hide something everyone here would have already seen.

We ran for hours, Saski and I, until the road simply gave way to sand and the Manor was nowhere in sight. Pitch black now surrounded us.

Luckily the attack happened in the early hours of the morning and it wasn't long before the sun brought much-needed light and warmth. We had kept walking regardless of the darkness, keeping our hands locked tight, so we wouldn't get separated in the dark. So long as we had one another, we weren't lost.

It quickly became clear just how far from home we had come. The manor wasn't even a speck in the distance, lost over some rolling dune. Since we had arrived at the manor by portal we had no idea which direction to go, but I wasn't some lost white boy from Isna, the desert was my home and I been taught many things to survive here.

*

A few days passed though we hadn't even found water since our escape. My bare skin was once again burnt and blistering and Saski was falling behind. We had been lucky enough to find a road during the first day of our escape but so far it had gone nowhere. Eventually I had to pick Saski up and carry her on my back, she was light, though.

Just as I was beginning to lose hope, I saw something on the horizon. It was a man sat atop a camel. At first, I thought it was a Slaver and contemplated hiding but there was nowhere to go, and he had probably seen us already.

"He's a mage," said Saski, her voice croaky, "A powerful one."

I steeled myself for the worst, thinking our freedom was sadly short-lived.

The camel approached and the man atop it stared down at us curiously. He scanned our naked bodies before his eyes fell on our collars.

"Runaways?" He simply said, lying would do us no good.

"Our old home was sacked in a riot," I explained, "Our owner abandoned us, all we could do was run for our-"

The man raised a hand, halting my yammering.

"Peace boy," he said softly, "I have no love for Nobles."

He slid off his beast and knelt down in front of me, looking at Saski as she hung from my back.

"You're a true man, seeing to your lady like you are." He reached out with both hands to pet our heads gently.

Next he put his index finger on my collar and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"Pah, whoever enchanted this collar was no more powerful than a novice," he chuckled as he snapped his fingers and our collars simply turned to dust. "There, you're free now."

"Thank you!" I cried, bowing my head. I could feel warm tears of happiness on my shoulders as Saski wept. "How can we ever repay you?"

"Not necessary," the man waved his hand again, "Though I would like to see you clothed, I find I don't know where to look around you children." With another wave of his hands he produced two white robes, perfect for the sun.

Though our feet were bare, it felt good to be covered up again.

"I am bound for Isna," the man then told us, "I trust you're eager to return home boy?" I couldn't help but laugh, once again my white skin alluded to my true upbringing.

"Apologies sir, but I was born right here in the desert and dearly wish to return to my village," I said with a smile, "If you could just point us to the nearest town we will be on our way."

"Ah, I see," the man bowed his head in apology also, "And what of the girl?" he studied Saski who was now stood beside me, "I can sense the magic in you and it is in no short supply, perhaps you would join me as an apprentice?"

Saski shook her head.

"I can't leave Tamu alone," she told the man, "Thank you for everything."

He only sighed at her answer. "Fair enough," he eventually said, "Then allow me to send you home, I can't allow my name to be tarnished by not doing everything in my power to see two lost children to safety."

We gladly accepted his offer and before we knew it, a portal was opened in front of us once he knew where to send us. There was a fairly large town close to my village that served as a crossroads and it was where the villagers went to sell what little produce we made. I had passed through it on my way to Slave Town as well.

We stepped through the portal with a short pack of supplies and I found myself, hand in hand with Saski, on a familiar street. Although our meeting with the kindly mage was short, and random, he had no less saved us. I never learned his name however.

I knew exactly where to go to get to my village. It took almost a full day of walking to even see the canyon on the horizon but my stomach did backflips, knowing I would soon be home safe and sound. My family were probably worried sick, it had been months since I disappeared so what if they thought I was dead? I turned towards Saski who seemed to be just as excited as I was about seeing my village.

"Is the village nice?" Saski asked me as we walked, "I'd only ever seen the capital before I became a slave."

"It's a hard living," I admitted, "But we all look after each other, I'm sure everyone will welcome you if I tell them what we went through together."

Saski nodded at me. Soon we had entered the canyon and I could see the torches on the main gate glittering happily in the gathering darkness.

"Who approaches in the dead of night?" demanded a voice I knew, "If you have ill intentions then be warned, I've skewered many others!"

"Peace, Joseph," I said towards the young man carrying his makeshift spear, "It's Tamu."

"Tamu?" Joseph said in disbelief. "By the Sands is it really you!" He rushed forward, scooping me up into a tight hug, "Your mother and father were sick with grief, we all thought the wolves had got you!"

"I'm fine," I told him, struggling to breathe, "Release me before I actually die!"

Joseph dropped me and his eyes fell on Saski. "Who is this pretty little lady, Tamu?"

"She's a friend," I told him, "I wouldn't have made it here without her, she's called Saski."

Joseph put a hand on his chest and bowed his head. "Thank you for delivering Tamu home, little Saski."

"Joseph," I cut in, "Can we go inside please?" I indicated to the closed gate and Joseph nodded.

"What happened to you Tamu?" he asked as he helped me push the large, heavy gate open. "Why didn't you come home sooner."

I told him everything about my enslavement, the manor and the riot. Naturally I left out the details of my actual role in the house, finding it easier to lie and say I was working the fields with Saski. I even explained her situation to which Joseph was thankfully sympathetic,

"Piss on those Nobles," Joseph spat, "But worry not, you're home now, both of you."

*

Naturally my mother and father were beside themselves with glee to have me back and while they smothered me in affection Saski stood by the door to our hut until my father took notice. He welcomed her with a tight embrace and it wasn't long before she became a member of our family. The whole village knew my story by morning but only Saski and I would ever know the truth about our sexual slavery.

Although Saski had called us brother and sister on our first night at the manor, our relationship could never be that. We had shared much intimacy with each other and it wasn't always at the Mistress's behest; too many times to count did we make love out of comfort as we lay, naked and private, in our shared bed in the manor.

We weren't the same children before our capture and life was forever embittered for us…

But we would live it together, always and forever…

The End