"How long has he been out? Why did you bring this slave home, master
Malik?" Rashid asked.
"You ask too many questions, slave. He passed out from exhaustion at my feet after hsi former master had beaten him into submission, but ending up killing him before doing so. He will make a good addition to our family, Rashid. I want a slave who's not completely submissive." Malik told him.
His eyes took all of his new slave in as he washed the street flith and dried blood from his body in a makeshift tub Rashid had filled with lukewarm water. He had also managed to wash the dirt out of the young man's hair, finding that it was long, soft and the palest of white blonde, even more so than his own. This had to come from a lifetime of being a slave, Malik thought, his own hair being naturally blonde itself. Malik and Rashid's eys widened as they felt the boy begin to stir, opening his eyes to look upon his two captors.
"What the hell is going on?! Let me go! I'll kill you!" he shouted.
Malik smirked at him. Oh no, this would not do, he thought. If this pale haired creature was to be his, he would have to learn when he could be aggressive. He grabbed the thrashing teen by the throat and forced his head under the water.
"Master Malik, you'll kill him!" Rashid said.
"Maybe that's my intention. I saved you in that market from the pharoh's guards. Is this the kind of loyalty I should expect from you?" Malik asked.
Unable to answer, his captive stopped struggling under the water, Malik releasing his grip on him and allowing him to surface once again.
"I am not anyone's servent. I am a man of my own means. I do not need another to tell me what to do. I will not serve the likes of someone like you." he told him.
"That is not up to you. What is your name?" Malik asked.
"Bakura." he said.
"Well, I am Malik and this is my other slave, Rashid. I am the son of the ruler of this kingdom, Bakura. If you try to escape, I will have you killed without giving it a second thought." he told him.
"I am not afraid to die." Bakura said.
"If this is true, then you shall serve me from now on until the day I decide I wish you to die. You may get out of the bath if you so desire, Bakura." he told him.
Frowning at his new master, he carefully raised himself from the basin, finding his footage on the hard rock floor below. Staring at Bakura for a moment, Malik jumped as the teen suddenly lunged towards him, his teeth ripping into Malik's throat.
"Master Malik!" Rashid said.
With a heavy slap, Malik was able to push Bakura off him, forcing him to the ground below. Bakura laughed, licking the blood from his mouth and hands.
"I don't care who you are. If you are to force me to be your slave, I will not be treated like an animal. If it is your intention to treat me as such, then I will devour you as such. The temptation is very inticing; you have very warm, sweet blood." Bakura laughed.
"Very well. Considering that I saved your life, you are now my property, but I expect full obiedance in exchange for not mistreating you." Malik said.
"The loss of blood has made you wiser, I see. So, are you going to allow me to have robes or force me to stay like this?" Bakura said.
"I will send Rashid to get some robes for you, but take your time, slave. I think I almost prefer him this way." Malik said.
Bakura sneered at his captor as Malik took all of him in at once. Despite all the cuts and bruises, he was a fairly built young man. Probably no older than sixteen, he had a fairly muscular chest and strong legs. Malik watched the water from Bakura's bath trckle down his body, down his defined stomach to down between his legs.
"You don't think I know why you want me to be like this, but I do. I know what young men that own slaves do to them. I'm not afraid of you. It wouldn't be the first time a man has tried to force himself on me." Bakura said.
"Such thoughts had not occured to me, but now that you mention it, you are very feminine looking. So, you have been violated by one of your masters before?" Malik asked.
"I have killed any of those that have tried and I will do the same to you. I am no one's plaything; if and when I chose a mate, it will be because we both want to be together." he told him.
Malik grinned at him as Rashid returned with Bakura's robes, thrusting them into his new slave's arms.
"Such lofty ambitions...get dressed! Rashid, you may leave. I shall call upon you when you are needed. As for you, Bakura, you shall sleep with me in my bed. If you try to escape, I shall know of you doing so." Malik said.
Too tired to put up any more of a fight, Bakura laid down on Malik's bed, pulling the blanket over his shivering frame. Malik sighed and blew out the candle, lying down in bed beside him. His eyes widened as Bakura moved closer to him for warmth, realizing that perhaps he had gotten in over his head taking in this new slave after all...
Waking in the middle of the night, Malik realized that it was obvious that he was to get no sleep that night. The little sleep he had gotten had been wrought with thoughts about his new slave, Bakura. He had never really been exposed to feelings of that sort before. The only time he had been was when he and Isis were younger and he had seen her bathing, seeing the differences in his body and her blossoming feminine one.
They had touched each other out of youthful curiousity, and had been punished later for doing so. Bakura, however, was different. He and Malik were both males, yet there was something about the softness and warmth of Bakura's body that made him want to be close to him. He forced the thoughts out of his mind as he felt Bakura curl up even closer to him. The white haired slave had his back to him and Malik's hips were firmly pressed into Bakura's backside.
Out of curiousity, he slid his robes up to his waist so that he could feel more of Bakura, and his companion moaned in his sleep, shifting so that he was nearly exposed to his master. This only raised Malik's curiousity level as he moved his hand down between them to touch Bakura's thigh. His slave parted his legs for him as he moved over onto his back, causing Malik to pull his hand away quickly upon feeling Bakura's manhood tremble against his fingers. Malik began to shake a little, unsure of this overwhelming sensation he was feeling towards his slave, his own body's needs betraying him. Pushing Bakura away, he commanded Rashid to stand watch over him as he went to talk to his sister.
Isis sat bolt upright in bed as she felt the presense of her younger brother in her bedroom.
"Malik, what are you doing up at this hour? You should be in bed." she told him.
"I cam to talk to you about what our father wishes us to do in order to recieve rulership of our clan. I think there is a way to fullfill our destiny without me having to take over our clan." Malik said.
"That is very good news. I know you want your freedom over everything else. So, what were you thinking of?" she asked him.
Isis gasped as Malik suddenly jumped up onto the bed and threw the blankets off his older sister. She struggled against him as he sat on her waist, pinning her hands over her head.
"Malik, what are you doing? Let me go!" she told him.
He smiled wickedly at her. "I thought that if you and I made a child out of wedlock, then you could accuse one of the slaves of raping you." he said.
"I'm not going to give up my precious womanhood without being wed first. I won't allow it." she told him.
He grinned at her. "You're not in control of that now, dear sister. This is one time that you won't be able to fight back." he said.
She squirmed violently underneath him as he held her wrists down with one hand, exploring her body slowly with the other. It felt odd touching the body of his own sister, but not all that unpleasant. Sleeping next to Bakura had obviously brought out some kind of primal urge in him, and this was the perfect way to relieve his need and punish his sister at the same time. She gritted her teeth as she felt him begin to pull her dress down to expose her breasts, fianlly able to get loose from her bondage.
Malik shouted out loud as she sent him reeling to the floor, standing over him with her dress in her hands, angerier than she had ever been before.
"I think you better return to your room before I'm forced to wake our father, Malik. I'm sure his punishment would be far more severe than mine could ever be." Isis told him.
"Fine. I will leave, but know this. If you ever so much as raise a hand to me ever again...I will kill you. That is a promise, blood relation or otherwise." Malik said.
Isis glared at him "Get out." she said.
Rubbing his face where his sister had viciously slapped him, Malik realized he was better off going back to bed than to try to force himself on her against her will. He had never once even considered such things before he had taken in his new slave, and it was obvious that it was Bakura's fault. I will find a way of punishing him where he cannot fight back, Malik thought.
"You ask too many questions, slave. He passed out from exhaustion at my feet after hsi former master had beaten him into submission, but ending up killing him before doing so. He will make a good addition to our family, Rashid. I want a slave who's not completely submissive." Malik told him.
His eyes took all of his new slave in as he washed the street flith and dried blood from his body in a makeshift tub Rashid had filled with lukewarm water. He had also managed to wash the dirt out of the young man's hair, finding that it was long, soft and the palest of white blonde, even more so than his own. This had to come from a lifetime of being a slave, Malik thought, his own hair being naturally blonde itself. Malik and Rashid's eys widened as they felt the boy begin to stir, opening his eyes to look upon his two captors.
"What the hell is going on?! Let me go! I'll kill you!" he shouted.
Malik smirked at him. Oh no, this would not do, he thought. If this pale haired creature was to be his, he would have to learn when he could be aggressive. He grabbed the thrashing teen by the throat and forced his head under the water.
"Master Malik, you'll kill him!" Rashid said.
"Maybe that's my intention. I saved you in that market from the pharoh's guards. Is this the kind of loyalty I should expect from you?" Malik asked.
Unable to answer, his captive stopped struggling under the water, Malik releasing his grip on him and allowing him to surface once again.
"I am not anyone's servent. I am a man of my own means. I do not need another to tell me what to do. I will not serve the likes of someone like you." he told him.
"That is not up to you. What is your name?" Malik asked.
"Bakura." he said.
"Well, I am Malik and this is my other slave, Rashid. I am the son of the ruler of this kingdom, Bakura. If you try to escape, I will have you killed without giving it a second thought." he told him.
"I am not afraid to die." Bakura said.
"If this is true, then you shall serve me from now on until the day I decide I wish you to die. You may get out of the bath if you so desire, Bakura." he told him.
Frowning at his new master, he carefully raised himself from the basin, finding his footage on the hard rock floor below. Staring at Bakura for a moment, Malik jumped as the teen suddenly lunged towards him, his teeth ripping into Malik's throat.
"Master Malik!" Rashid said.
With a heavy slap, Malik was able to push Bakura off him, forcing him to the ground below. Bakura laughed, licking the blood from his mouth and hands.
"I don't care who you are. If you are to force me to be your slave, I will not be treated like an animal. If it is your intention to treat me as such, then I will devour you as such. The temptation is very inticing; you have very warm, sweet blood." Bakura laughed.
"Very well. Considering that I saved your life, you are now my property, but I expect full obiedance in exchange for not mistreating you." Malik said.
"The loss of blood has made you wiser, I see. So, are you going to allow me to have robes or force me to stay like this?" Bakura said.
"I will send Rashid to get some robes for you, but take your time, slave. I think I almost prefer him this way." Malik said.
Bakura sneered at his captor as Malik took all of him in at once. Despite all the cuts and bruises, he was a fairly built young man. Probably no older than sixteen, he had a fairly muscular chest and strong legs. Malik watched the water from Bakura's bath trckle down his body, down his defined stomach to down between his legs.
"You don't think I know why you want me to be like this, but I do. I know what young men that own slaves do to them. I'm not afraid of you. It wouldn't be the first time a man has tried to force himself on me." Bakura said.
"Such thoughts had not occured to me, but now that you mention it, you are very feminine looking. So, you have been violated by one of your masters before?" Malik asked.
"I have killed any of those that have tried and I will do the same to you. I am no one's plaything; if and when I chose a mate, it will be because we both want to be together." he told him.
Malik grinned at him as Rashid returned with Bakura's robes, thrusting them into his new slave's arms.
"Such lofty ambitions...get dressed! Rashid, you may leave. I shall call upon you when you are needed. As for you, Bakura, you shall sleep with me in my bed. If you try to escape, I shall know of you doing so." Malik said.
Too tired to put up any more of a fight, Bakura laid down on Malik's bed, pulling the blanket over his shivering frame. Malik sighed and blew out the candle, lying down in bed beside him. His eyes widened as Bakura moved closer to him for warmth, realizing that perhaps he had gotten in over his head taking in this new slave after all...
Waking in the middle of the night, Malik realized that it was obvious that he was to get no sleep that night. The little sleep he had gotten had been wrought with thoughts about his new slave, Bakura. He had never really been exposed to feelings of that sort before. The only time he had been was when he and Isis were younger and he had seen her bathing, seeing the differences in his body and her blossoming feminine one.
They had touched each other out of youthful curiousity, and had been punished later for doing so. Bakura, however, was different. He and Malik were both males, yet there was something about the softness and warmth of Bakura's body that made him want to be close to him. He forced the thoughts out of his mind as he felt Bakura curl up even closer to him. The white haired slave had his back to him and Malik's hips were firmly pressed into Bakura's backside.
Out of curiousity, he slid his robes up to his waist so that he could feel more of Bakura, and his companion moaned in his sleep, shifting so that he was nearly exposed to his master. This only raised Malik's curiousity level as he moved his hand down between them to touch Bakura's thigh. His slave parted his legs for him as he moved over onto his back, causing Malik to pull his hand away quickly upon feeling Bakura's manhood tremble against his fingers. Malik began to shake a little, unsure of this overwhelming sensation he was feeling towards his slave, his own body's needs betraying him. Pushing Bakura away, he commanded Rashid to stand watch over him as he went to talk to his sister.
Isis sat bolt upright in bed as she felt the presense of her younger brother in her bedroom.
"Malik, what are you doing up at this hour? You should be in bed." she told him.
"I cam to talk to you about what our father wishes us to do in order to recieve rulership of our clan. I think there is a way to fullfill our destiny without me having to take over our clan." Malik said.
"That is very good news. I know you want your freedom over everything else. So, what were you thinking of?" she asked him.
Isis gasped as Malik suddenly jumped up onto the bed and threw the blankets off his older sister. She struggled against him as he sat on her waist, pinning her hands over her head.
"Malik, what are you doing? Let me go!" she told him.
He smiled wickedly at her. "I thought that if you and I made a child out of wedlock, then you could accuse one of the slaves of raping you." he said.
"I'm not going to give up my precious womanhood without being wed first. I won't allow it." she told him.
He grinned at her. "You're not in control of that now, dear sister. This is one time that you won't be able to fight back." he said.
She squirmed violently underneath him as he held her wrists down with one hand, exploring her body slowly with the other. It felt odd touching the body of his own sister, but not all that unpleasant. Sleeping next to Bakura had obviously brought out some kind of primal urge in him, and this was the perfect way to relieve his need and punish his sister at the same time. She gritted her teeth as she felt him begin to pull her dress down to expose her breasts, fianlly able to get loose from her bondage.
Malik shouted out loud as she sent him reeling to the floor, standing over him with her dress in her hands, angerier than she had ever been before.
"I think you better return to your room before I'm forced to wake our father, Malik. I'm sure his punishment would be far more severe than mine could ever be." Isis told him.
"Fine. I will leave, but know this. If you ever so much as raise a hand to me ever again...I will kill you. That is a promise, blood relation or otherwise." Malik said.
Isis glared at him "Get out." she said.
Rubbing his face where his sister had viciously slapped him, Malik realized he was better off going back to bed than to try to force himself on her against her will. He had never once even considered such things before he had taken in his new slave, and it was obvious that it was Bakura's fault. I will find a way of punishing him where he cannot fight back, Malik thought.
