CHAPTER 5

ira feels the eyes of countless men upon her as she crawls on her hands and knees. Her lips still tumbling as echoes of Kama's tongue move through her body. The arousal builds as she is wanted, desired, and coveted by all. Her position is unique in one of the only few allowed to challenge him. But she never dared to openly brat him as she would never cause him harm.Her perk breasts hang as she moves through the crowd, thankful for her station in life. She was thankful she was lucky to experience him as her first and only man. Serving her Master and Mistress was her greatest honor as she alone served both. Most were consumed and dominated, but she shared them.Her mind focuses only on the positive moment. Only on the next step, only on the movement of her hips twisting side to side. Imagining a soft tail erotically swishing behind her as she does everything possible to exude the power he gives her. The power to serve so completely and freely that her words carry weight when she speaks.Her voice is low as she asks permission, her microphone in her collar picking up the vibrations of the throat as her earpiece gives a dull hum in its connection, "Master?"His soft grunt radiates in her mind. She knows this isn't the best time, but still, she needs to ask. She has to ask because it has been long enough, "Master, may I plead my case?"The leash tug startles Mira, and they stop in their tracks. Moving back and to her owner's right, she lifts her body. As Mira rests her toned ass on the back of her heels, she spreads her knees wide as she looks down. Her palms facing as she catches her breath, waiting for a sign to continue.Feeling his cane travel across her body as he lifts her left breast momentarily, does her best to remain calm. This is not the time and the place to ask this, but she had seen something wild in her father's where the once stoic man inside was broken into something more feral.Viktor had destroyed a piece of her father, who had once seen himself as a strong and virile man. He had once been a captain of industry but refused to fuel the war, efforts purposely starving off the fuel supply to the motherland. The crime of trying to profiteer on the death of soldiers lives was heartbreaking.Her father deserves what he received when her childhood friend died due to lack of support. The armored vehicles being bled dry of oil rations was the reason her beloved friend died. A crime in which she never forgave her father but was turned into a eunuch as his cock was removed surgically after his lower legs were skinned and broken. The surgery that saved his tortured body also robbed him of his dignity.The whimpering and grunting her father did earlier matches his wild eyes. There was recognition that his wife, her mother, was enjoying it. Her mother shuddered and collapsed over and over again for the first time she had experienced an orgasm she never believed to be worthy of. Her mother had experienced more sexual freedom in slavery than she ever did as an oligarch's wife.Mira tries to work up the courage to beg on her father's behalf. She knows the surface level of Viktor's pain, knowing that half his men, including his son, died by policies her father enacted. She wants to beg for his release, knowing forgiveness will never come, but she wants so desperately to beg for her father's death, imprisonment, anything that would keep her mother safe."Master?" Mira begins."Yes, slave?" Viktor questions."Master, I beg..."