Filed to story: The Alpha Kings Hated Slave
“Wow, isn’t she a thing of beauty?” King Philip, the king of Gordon, murmured as he stared at Danika so lustfully, Danika shrank closer to Lucien.
“I was about to say the same thing. She looks so beautiful,” King Moreh, the king of Ijipt, grunted beside him.
Both kings were in their late forties and stared at Danika. They started sporting erections which they didn’t even try to hide.
Danika bit back a whimper at the sight, glaring openly at both kings, unable to stop staring.
King George, the third king, stood. “Privileged people of Salem! We have gathered here today for the introduction of the king’s slave.” He looked around with a smile. “This is the first slave King Lucien is introducing, and she’s probably the last! She’s one woman that has the beauty of seven women.”
They chorused their agreement, all eyes on Danika and King Lucien, whose face remained as stoic as ever.
“Rai!” King George called.
“Yes, Master,” his slave answered effortlessly, with an amiable smile on her face.
“Get on the table and dance for us. Let’s start the day.” He faced the crowd. “Rai is an excellent dancer.”
They hailed him and applauded happily.
Rai stood from the ground, her black collar glistening, the chains rattling. Music erupted. She climbed onto the big round table at the center of the room and started dancing.
Everyone clapped and cheered her on. Most of them were staring at the dancer. But the two kings, King Philip and King Moreh, kept their eyes on Danika.
Danika didn’t know she was clutching Lucien’s garment until he stared scathingly at where her hand clutched him.
Danika released her hand quickly. “Sorry, Master.”
He looked away from her and watched the events emotionlessly.
When the dance ended, King George stood up again to start another activity, but King Philip beat him to it. He stood and announced, “Privileged people all over the country, let’s start with what we came here for. It is a tradition that every slave of a king must be introduced and recognized amongst kings and men of privileged status! This marks the slave as special because she belongs to the king!”
“Yes!” They chorused in agreement.
The king nodded and continued. “I have twelve personal slaves. King Moreh has six, and King George has five. Today, King Lucien is taking his first personal slave, and she’ll be recognized amongst kings!”
Danika looked around at the people and saw delight in the eyes of the slaves of other kings, the lust in the eyes of the kings, and the jealousy in the eyes of the noblemen’s’ slaves.
Jealousy? Do these women want to be in her shoes? Just because kings will draw their sexual pleasures from her body,they’re jealous? Danika cringed inwardly. The world of slaves was a strange world to her. This wasn’t the world she was used to.
“Now we’ll invite the slave to the center of the royal court,” King Philip announced.
Danika rose and walked to the center. She stood staring into space, refusing to acknowledge their lustful faces, and she refused to stare at the ground like a weakling.
King Philip walked closer to her and circled her like prey. He raised his hand and caressed her waist. Her belly. The sides of her breasts. Her collar. Then he turned towards the throne and smiled. “I’ll be the first to sample her. Here. Now.”
The others cheered, clapped, and caroused.
Danika closed her eyes and tried to detach her mind from her environment.
THE KING’S SLAVE
The crowd cheered King Philip on as he announced he would take Danika first.
Danika swallowed the panic and humiliation she was feeling and tried to detach herself from the present. When the king started playing with the strap of her flimsy top, she wanted to scream ‘No’, but the word caught on her throat and couldn’t get past. She took several steps backwards without knowing that she had moved.
His displeasure showed on his face, and his hand shot out to her chain-collar, then he dragged her back. “Behave,” he commanded curtly.
Danika nodded, not wanting more punishment to befall her.
He let go of her straps, then dipped his hand under her short skirt. He caressed her underwear, and Danika felt like vomiting.
“Get the clothes outta the way, Philip. We’ve got to see,” Moreh grunted, toying with the collar of his own slave, who melted into him.
Danika kept reminding herself not to react. She must detach herself from what was happening. It wouldn’t end well if she disobeyed or put up a fight. It wouldn’t be good for her at all! She must endure –
Philip’s hand went to her leather top and yanked hard on it; the material tore away and her breasts spilled out.
Danika cried out, and her hands shot out impulsively and grabbed both, trying to hide them from view. The king hated such and gave her arm a slap.
“Leave it!” he ordered.
She released her arms and tears filled her eyes. She lowered her head so the people wouldn’t see her humiliation.
Danika wondered whatever made her think she could survive this intact. This experience-being used for sexual pleasure by three different men in the middle of a crowd-would break her.
Pretend it’s not happening, Danika. Pretend it’s not happening.
“Holy creeps,” King Moreh groaned. “She’s a beauty.”
“I know, right?” Philip was excited. He reached for her skirt to remove it, but Danika felt fear and mortification. She told herself not to reach for her clothes, but she found her hands grabbing the flimsy skirt and holding onto it, shivering in tears.
“What kind of slave are you training, Lucien?” Philip asked, his displeasure and puzzlement apparent through his voice.
Lucien said nothing, but Danika could feel his eyes on her back. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him or anybody. She pinned her bleary eyes to a spot on the floor.
“Here, let me take that,” Philip was saying as he walked out of Danika’s view. She wondered what he was going to take and –
An unnatural shock ran all over Danika’s body. She cried out as the pain shook her whole body, and her knees gave out and she fell to the ground. She jerked twice.
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