Revenge

My Slave My Property

SEASON 1: EPISODE 16&17

Paul Morgan

Rated 18

Chad wrapped her up like the King ordered and carried her out of the room. Danika slept exhaustedly in his arms while he carried her away from the King's quarters, down to the servant quarters.

He just rounded the corner when he saw Vetta coming forward. She took one look at them, and her eyebrows shot up.

"What's wrong with her?" She asked as she strode forward, her forehead knitted in a frown.

"She had a session." Chad answered simply.

A smile spread across Vetta's face and her heart lifted. She wants the Princess to keep suffering for everything her family did to them. No amount of pain is enough.

"She passed out? Which session? The whip? Strip session? Crawl and torture? Devil's session? Which one?" She called most of the names the slaves had given most of the torture sessions over the years, barely able to curb her excitement.

"It wasn't any of those, Mistress."

That had Vetta frowning again. She took a good look Danika who was wrapped up in a white sheet, her face peaceful in sleep.

She searched for bruises, but couldn't find any. Surely, that white sheet is supposed to be stained with blood? Where are the bloods?

She placed her hand on the sheet, opening them a bit, but she only sure white flawless skin. No bruises.

When she tried to search deeper, Chad reacted for the first time, taking a step back with the bundle wrapped in his arms.

"She's sleeping. the king gave instructions not to wake her." He said, politely.

She clamped up. "Why would the king give instructions like that!?"

"I don't know why the king does the things he does, Mistress Vetta."

Vetta was practically spitting fire, trying to figure out what's going on. "The king took sexual pleasures from her?"

Chad nodded reluctantly.

"Who finished for him? Her!?" She tensed up.

"I did."

She relaxed a bit. Better Chad than the stinky slave. The king has no likeness for men in a carnal way. She and Chad knows this personally.

But, some things just don't add up.

She faced Chad again, staring at him defiantly, and he lowered his head in respect for her.

They're no more slaves, and Chad is in a very respectable position where everybody treats him with respect. The King's personal guard, is no small position at all.

But all in all, she's still at the head. She's his mistress, and the king has no queen yet, so she's definitely at the top. And she's going to be Queen.

"So, if she served the king why is she this way?" She asked haughtily.

"The king rewarded her for being good." He answered rather reluctantly and left it at that. Knowing Vetta, she'll pick it up soon.

She did. Her eyes darkened in anger, sheer disbelief and confusion.

"He gave her pleasure...?" She could barely get the word out of her tight throat.

Chad shrugged, "It's a pleasure session. She fell asleep on his bed."

"Don't give me that! You and I know that there's no such session as pleasurable!" She narrowed her eyes, "How can he do something like that!? After everything we went through!?"

"I'm not entitled to know why the king does the things he does."

His answer only infuriated Vetta all the more but then, it actually dawned on her what he just said. "What? On his bed....?"

Jealousy was riding her hard. He never allowed her to sleep on that bed...ever. "Why would he allow a slave like her on his bed?"

Chad almost told her that he's the king and that gives him right to do everything he wants to do. He almost reminded her that the king went through hell too, she's not the only person that did, so why is she taking it so personal?

He has always been a man of few words, so he said nothing.

"Where's the king!?" She hissed

"In his chambers. Although, I'm not sure he'll like to be distur---"

She stormed past him in anger and took angry strides away.

Chad continued forward until he arrived at Danika's room. He was about to open the door when the door swung open.

Sally rushed out of the room, took one look at him and the way he carried the Princess, and burst out crying.

"He has k-killed her?" The kings kill slaves all the time, it means nothing. A slave is just an animal not human, it means nothing if their blood is shed.

That's exactly the rules of King Cone....and so many other kings.

"She's not dead, Miss. She's just sleeping." He carried her inside the house and dropped her on the bed, gently.

Danika sighed, shifted comfortably and settled back into sleep.

Sally let out a deep breath of relief and bowed her head rapidly in greetings. "Thank you so much, sir. Thank you so much."

He was embarassed by her enthusiastic greetings. Chad knows this girl so much, starting from his period in captivity.

"You're welcome, miss." He inclined his head.

Sally blushed fiery red and ducked her head. "I'm not 'miss', I'm no girl of privilege, sir. I'm just Sally."

Chad nodded, and left the house.

Sally stared worriedly at her princess. She confirmed her stead rise and fall in breathing, she was able to relax a little. She's not dead. She's just sleeping.

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Vetta stormed to the door of the king, but the two guards on the door blocked her way. It's actually the first time she was blocked from seeing king, it made her really mad.

"Get out of the door, now!" She commanded them.

They bowed their head. "I'm so sorry, mistress. The messenger is in the room and the king instructed that nobody should disturb.

She stopped and listened carefully. She couldn't hear a thing. The King's chambers has really thick walls, but she wasn't exactly thinking clearly at that moment too.

"I dare you to place a filthy finger on me!" She stormed past them and pushed the big door open.

She stopped short when she saw that indeed, she just interrupted an important business.

A message man stood at the center of the room with a long scroll, reading out loud from it while the King sat behind his desk listening attentively.

When she stormed in, they stopped and stared at her. Anger darkened King Lucien's eyes.

"Vetta?" One word. A loaded question.

"I'm s-sorry, my king. I didn't know you were in the middle of something so important..." She faltered because she did know, but she didn't believe.

Lucien's mouth flattened in displeasure. He turned his attention back to the message man. "Get out." He dropped in a dismissive tone.

Vetta doesn't need to be told twice. She bowed her head and stepped out of the room in shame.

She didn't have to go and disgrace herself like that at all. Slave Danika got her all twisted, she's taking actions without thinking them through. She shouldn't do impulsive things that'll make the king loose favor in her.

No, she need to do other things, she thought with a sudden smile.

It's high time she takes that torture session the king already gave her permission to. She just have to get Danika alone.

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Danika woke up the next morning to see the whole room swept and cleaned. She doesn't need anybody to tell her that it's Sally.

And speaking of Sally....

She looked around but couldn't find her former personal maid. "Sally?" She called.

When she saw that Sally really isn't around, she got up from the bed. Last night was a little bit hazy. She can still remember the session. The things Chad taught her.

The things the King did to her.....

Danika doesn't understand how that was possible. How can something that gives such tormenting pain, give such pleasurable sensation too?

She remembered the way the thing was with her last night, and her insides warmed up. It's a side of him she never thought he had.

How many other sides does he have apart from the side that hates and wants to punish her?

The king is the most unpredictable man she's ever known. Not that she has known a lot of men.

She got up from the bed, holding the white sheet to her body when it dawned on her that she's naked underneath it. Her jaws hurt from overuse.

How did she fall asleep? How did she end up in her bed?

She groaned miserably when she realized that she fell asleep on the King's bed. Will he punish her for it later?

She forced the thought out of her mind. No need dwelling on the things she can't change.

She found her sandals cleaned out and kept waiting beneath the bed. A smile crossed her lips as she slipped her legs into them.

The room smelled fresh. None of her clothes are still in the small cloth cabinet.

The door burst open and Sally entered carrying a bunch of red roses. "Good moooooorning, my princess. I see you're wide awake now."

"That, I am, Sally."

"How do you feel?"

"I feel very good." Danika looked around, "This place is looking so beautiful. Thank you, Sally."

She flushed under the compliment. "You know it's nothing, my princess. You've always liked the place tidy and airy and I brought roses too!" She stretched out her arms, grinning excitedly.

Danika took the bundle and sniffed it. The fresh scent of the flowers almost had tears burning her eyes. Doly, but she missed this so much.

"I know how much you love them, my princess! I might not be so good in learning to read and to write, but I still remember a lot of things too!" She enthused excitedly.

"They're so beautiful, Sally." She could barely speak with the emotion tightening on her throat.

Her day always started by looking grim, and her wondering how much suffering she's endure in the day. But, here Sally is, changing a lot of things for her.

"I know, right!?" She whirled towards the wardrobe and looked guilty. "I'm sorry about the clothes, I washed them because they no longer have fresh scents even though they're still clean."

"You should have woke me up to go wash together. I would have helped."

Sally looked absolutely horrified at such prospect. "No way. Never."

Before Danika could say anything else, she was grinning and talking again. "I want to go into the village and get some things the room is missing. I'll be back soon!"

"Oh, Sally... You might get in a big trouble, staying here with me. I love that you're here in my room, but I don't want you to get in trouble for leaving the palace slave's quarters to come stay here with me."

"No one cares in the palace quarters, so no one will tell on me." She lowered her voice in a staged whisper, "I think Madam Baski knows I'm here, and she doesn't mind. She didn't tell on me."

"Really?" Danika whispered too.

She nodded her head, enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear. "I've got to go into the village, but I'll be back reeeeeal soon!

Danika nodded, "Alright."

She stopped at the door and turned with a huge grin. "The day is looking so bright, my princess!"

Danika's lips stretched into a big smile on it's own. "The only person brightening up the day is you, Sally."

There's no going to the mines today because of the gemstone Sally found yesterday. The reminder made her smile a little as she put on her petticoat.

She might go into the village today and check out if she can find a library. It's been so long she read, she has missed it terribly.

The thought firmly on her mind, she was putting on her slave wear when the door suddenly burst open.

Mistress Vetta strode in like she owns the place, with two hefty guards.

Danika bowed her head to the woman even as she fixed the last button of her dress together.

She walked closer to Danika, her eyes filled with so much loathing. She didn't say a word to her. Instead, she turned to the guards.

"Get her." She ordered as she turned and matched out of the room.

Before she could process the command, the two guards grabbed hold of her arms and started dragging her out of the room.

Her heart beat wildly in her chest, and her breathing turned erratic in sheer panic. Danika always knows that this woman hated her badly. Sometimes, she just don't know which of them hated her more. The King, or his mistress.

"Where are y-you taking me!?" She gasped, asking no one in particular but she needed the answer all the same.

No one answered her. They dragged her through rounded hallways and Danika recognizes this routes.

It leads to the underground dungeon, the place she spent her first week on this place.

At the dungeon, they pushed her inside, she was barely able to catch herself. When she caught her footing, she stared at the king's mistress as she drew closer to her.

"Well, well, well. Look who we have here...." Vetta drawled, obviously enjoying herself.

Danika's insides are practically quivering in fear and panic but she didn't let it show on the outside. She wouldn't give this woman the satisfaction.

"What am I doing here?" She asked politely, but her chin was tilted in that upward manner only a royalty can attain with ease.

Vetta took one step closer and slapped her so hard across the face, Danika's head whipped to the side. For a full minute, she couldn't hear a thing as her ear rang, the pain reverberating all through her body.

"Let's get one thing straight, Slave." Vetta intoned, fasting her hand into Danika's hair and yanking it back to stare at her face openingly. "You do not get to question me!"

Danika gritted her teeth. She said nothing, but her eyes burned with fire and anger for this woman.

The king's torture is one thing...but a torture from his mistress is one that riles her up so much, especially when she hasn't done anything personally to deserve it.

Vetta saw the fire in her eyes, and it only angered her the most. She smiled wickedly as she let go of her hair with a hard tugand stepped back.

"And to answer your question as to why you're here....you're about to get your first torture session. One you deserve."

Something curled up inside Danika and died. Somehow, she'd always known at the back of her mind that this woman didn't bring her here for chit chats or anything. The woman's hate for her is always clear on her face as boldly written words.

For a moment...just a moment...Danika felt the urge to beg her to have mercy on her. Then, just as instant, the feeling passed.

She knows for sure that this woman would never have mercy on her if she rolled on the floor and pleaded from now till the Creator comes down to earth.

"Won't you say anything, Slave!?" Vetta snarled angrily with an evil smile, "What? Won't you beg me? I know you will when you find out what I have in mind."

"If I plead, would you pardon me?" Danika asked.

"Let me think...let me think..." She pretended to think about it. She gasped and grinned, "Nope, I probably would say 'over my dead body'"

"Then there's no reason to plead, Mistress." She shrugged.

Vetta hated the attitude. She came closer and slapped her cheek. Again. "Do NOT give me attitude, you useless slave!"

Danika decided that she has nothing to loose. She's about to get tortured, and there's no escaping it. She might as well do what she's been longing to do since she became a slave.

She added all the energy to her hand and slapped Vetta so hard, the sound of it was heard all over the place.

The guards gasped. Vetta groaned in pain, utterly stunned. How dare her!

"Tie her up! Now!" She raged angrily, her cheeks hurting.

The guards rushed forward and took hold of her arms.

Danika still glared at her so badly, a small smile on her lips when she saw the blood that pulled by the side of Vetta's mouth.

"I'll make you regret this!" Vetta vowed.

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Sally just finished buying the things she needed to keep the room fresh and beautiful from town. She was so happy, it was all over her face as she skidded into the palace.

She ran headfirst into a wall. No, not a wall, a person.

Her wrapped bundles fell to the ground and shattered. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking, I'm so sorry!"

It was the King's personal guard, she found out when she took steps back and stared into the man's face. "I'm so sorry, sir!" She cried again.

"It's alright, Miss." Chad groaned when he saw how panicked the girl has become. He bent down and started helping her pick her goods.

"No, no, no, you don't have to worry yourself, please. I'm still so so so sorry." She said in a rush, in an attempt to get him to stop helping her pick her fallen items from the ground.

Chad helped her with all of them and placed them in her outstretched arms. "It's nothing to worry about, miss."

Sally flushed and bit her lips. "I'm a slave...Sally." The way he calls her miss, makes Sally feel like a privileged person, when she's just a slave.

"I know you are, Miss." He inclined his head a bit in respect for her, "Have a nice day ahead."

Sally watched him as he moved past her and started down his road. The man is so polite and looks upon her like a person of respect.

A thrill of pleasure ran down Sally's body. She found out that it's something she likes.

Just as quickly, she started down her path again, smiling widely and greeting everyone she met.

She stared at the wrapped bundles in her hands. She didn't get to pay much for them at all. All the sellers seem to know her from back in the days in Mombana kingdom.

Some gave her for free. The others sold it for her at a very cheap rate. She still has all the money she budgeted when she went to market.

The money she made from the little time she worked as a help.

She was surprise when she got to the door and found it open but couldn't find her princess. Where is she?

"My princess?" She dumped everything on the table and headed out in search of her.

She started from the small laundry room at the back of the palace, to the bush where some maids cut grass. She asked every slave she came across but none of them saw her.

She was in the palace again searching, when a maid came to her. "Are you looking for the slave princess?"

"Yes, yes, please did you see her?" Sally was out of breath from running around and searching around.

The maid nodded. "The Mistress took her. I saw them taking her to the dungeon."

Sally's heart skyrocketed. "D-Dungeon?" She thanked the maid in stuttered words and took off in a race.

She was hearing the strokes of whip even before she drew close to the dungeon and burst the door open.

Her eyes widened. Her princess of tied standing with her arms sprayed, the clothing on her back was torn and a guard was whipping her with the devil's whip that hurts like hell.

Her back was bloody, her eyes were red with tears when they found Sally. But even as another stroke of whip landed on her back, the princess didn't make a sound at all.

"Oh, Creator!" Sally cried out, tears filling her eyes at the awful sight. She threw herself to her knees and faced the mistress.

"Please! Please, have mercy! P-Please, mistress, please! Let her go, please!" She cried sorrowfully.

Vetta kicked her, "Get out from here! How dare you burst into this place and think you can do anything you want!? Get out, now!"

"No, no, no, no, please..! Please, mistress, you have to l-let her go..." Sally sobbed, "I'll take the s-s-strokes for her, just let her go!"

"Isn't that so martyr of you!? Well, too bad, she's the bitch I want to take it!" Vetta snarled at her.

Danika watched the woman under her eyelash, her body hurting massively. She couldn't stop glaring at the mistress.

Vetta saw the look and only smiled. "What? Do you feel like hitting me again? Killing me?" Slowly, she stepped close to Danika and smiled, "I'll have you know that that's the exact way we feel when we're being tortured."

Danika watched the woman as she laughed in her personal space, standing so close to her as another lash of whip fell on her back.

"Too bad, you can only feel. You can never do a thing about it. Nothing." Vetta whispered to her ear.

Then, she snaked her hand towards the collar wrapped around Danika's neck. She caressed the red button, watched Danika closely, "I've always wanted to know the way you'll react to this...."

She pressed the button.

A wave of shock so massive travelled all over Danika's body in waves. She cried out as her knees buckled, she would have fallen if it wasn't for the ropes that tied her hands.

Sally screamed from the ground, crying unbearably, while Vetta just laughed.

"Oh my.... You do react to it so well." Vetta drawled, watching as spasms after spasms raked Danika's body.

Sally pleaded and pleaded but the mistress refused. Instead, she ordered the guards to lash her the more. The guards ordered and flogged Danika the more.

The sight was so painful and heartbreaking to Sally, it hurt her so much. The mistress will never listen to her, she decided.

She got up from the floor and ran out of the dungeon. The mistress wants to kill her princess! She will not allow it! Never!

She needed to find help. She just needed to, and she doesn't care who she has to ask....even if it's the King!

To be continued