The Ceremony: The Taking of Jinni
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by Isabella Brannick
Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: Jinni had it all. That was until they came. After her village is burned to the ground, she's taken captive. Although her new master is fair and well-respected, she has no intention of being a man's property. A male slave befriends her and tries to teach her the way to survive, but Jinni doesn't believe a word he says. She needs to risk it all and make her escape before he unleashes the hidden passion within her.
eBook Publisher: Club Lighthouse Publishing USA LLC/Club Lighthouse Publishing, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [127 KB]
Reading time: 79-111 min.
HE UNSHACKLED HER ARMS and smiled. She smiled back. She liked him. Shivers ran down her back, as the clanking of the chains echoed throughout the empty, stone room. He pushed her long, dark hair away from her face and brought his lips to her forehead and kissed her.
"You'll be alright," he said softly.
"If you say so," she answered, snidely.
She rubbed on her wrists. They felt sore from being encased in the heavy metal and chains that kept her securely locked inside the room.
"I'm going to place this around your neck," said Lenn.
"What's that? I hope it's not as heavy as the chains that have been around my wrists."
"No. This is a light piece of metal. The pink collar shows that you have never been owned and you're fresh and have never been used. There are only a few Masters who will choose subjects they can train. This is why I've been working with you. Not everyone wants to train and, you my dear, have this fire inside you. You'd be smart to hide it this evening. No one wants a slave they must beat into submission."
"I'm not sure about this. I don't want to go," Jinni replied, with a worried look on her face.
"Well," laughed Lenn, "you must go, or you will be hanging with your holes, exposed in the dungeon, and men will just use them all day. They'll only bring you down to water and feed you and then for bed and the next day, back up you go for their use."
"Well, I don't want that either. This is a sick way of living. In my village, it wasn't like this. Maybe someday, we will rise up and fight them."
"Oh, Jinni, in what lands do slaves take arms?" he laughed. "Truly, my dear, you are a dreamer."
"They would in my village," she answered back.
Lenn laughed again, "That's exactly what I'm speaking of. That fire. That indignation. I've never heard of lands where all men and women are free."
"It's true! I'm telling you!"
"I'm sure it is, but that's not where you're living now. Get that temper under control, Jinni or you'll go home alone this evening."
"I was not born to be a slave," moaned Jinni. She looked into Lenn's blue eyes. She saw his compassion for her but couldn't understand why he looked so happy.
"Do I look as if I were born to be this?" he asked.
His blonde hair was cut short and neatly around his ears. His high cheekbones and full lips were only a few of the attributes, which made him a desirable man. His pectoral muscles were large and his arms sculpted.
He smiled at her, as he fiddled with the collar around her neck.
She wondered who he'd been before he was caught and forced into slavery. He would have been desired back in her village. She was certain of that.
While he played with the collar around her neck, she thought for a fleeting moment to beg him to help her escape. She was unable to ask. She knew it would mean his death if they were caught. Loyalty and honour was something she learned in her village. She owed this man much. He had, for some unknown reason, saved her life.
Lenn huffed and said, "And, anyway, you should have done something better not to get caught. Oh, Jinni. It isn't so bad. My Master cares for me and I love him," he exclaimed, and continued, "I have a good life. Freedom isn't everything for all of us."
"Please don't refer to me as us," she whispered to him, "You enjoy being a slave. I will not."
"Please, stop. You can make this night most difficult or you can come to accept what you are going to become. I speak from experience. I was filled with fire and hate until he took me. He saved me and taught me to love and to cherish him."
Jinni rolled her eyes to the ceiling and huffed. The idea of being a slave turned her stomach. She swallowed hard to keep from losing her dinner. Her wrists still hurt from the chains that bound her inside of this room not so long ago.
"This damn collar," he blurted out, "Lift your hair. I think I have it caught in this mane of yours."
Jinni sighed, lifted her hair and looked out the window of the stone room. The tide on the ocean rose as dusk approached. Parts of the sky appeared on fire. An ominous glow kissed the ocean's horizon. She thought it a bad sign. The sounds of the crashing waves smashed against the rocks that outlined the shoreline. The sounds comforted her.
Surely, the gods will save me, she thought. She took a deep breath. She tasted the salt on her lips. She looked down at the white cloth that Lenn had dressed her in an hour ago. It was tight and uncomfortable.
The material pulled tightly underneath her breasts. It pushed them up and forced them together. She stared down at it. It exposed more of her flesh than she'd ever exposed before. The cloth fell directly under her buttocks and she was afraid to bend over. She pulled on it and then stared back at her own cleavage.
"What are you looking at?" he asked her.
"My breasts. They look strange," she replied, and tried to push them down into the garment. She continued, "I don't want you to see them."
Lenn laughed out loud and said, "Dear, I have no interest in your kind. I never have. That is why I know the gods have blessed me. I was kept by Kent and my life changed since he took me as his own. And, I refuse to listen to any of your comments over this type of relationship. Am I clear?"
Jinni frowned and pushed down on her breasts.
"Stop that," Lenn said, in a scolding tone, as he smacked on her hands.
Jinni moved her hands over his chest and softly asked, "What were you before you came here?"
"I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you."
She ran a finger over the long scar, which started at his shoulder, and came down to the top of his groin area. He hands moved over every ripple and muscle in his stomach and chest. She liked how he felt. His body was different than the men in her village. He was taller and more defined. She looked him in the eye as her hand made her way down his stomach to his waist. She felt his breath on her face. It smelled sweet.
He grabbed her hand.
"Stop!" he said forcefully, "I've told you before, I did what I did to train you. My Master gave me permission and I've done it to save your life. I have no interest in you and have never had any sexual desire for women. Don't degrade yourself in this manner. I'm doing all I can to help you."
She huffed and turned her back to him. She watched the sun dip further into the ocean waves. She shivered. Her home was destroyed. Her people killed and many taken as slaves. Thoughts of her father filled her mind. She wondered what he would think of her now? She wondered if he could see her from the clouds in the sky.
The attack on her village flashed through her mind. She was dragged away before she knew the fate of her father. She closed her eyes and hoped that the barbarians had at least buried the men they massacred.
Lenn gently touched on her shoulder and moved her around so she faced him. He moved his hand to her face and wiped the tear, which had formed, in her left eye. His hand caressed her cheek and gently said, "Now listen; the stage will be broken into two distinct areas. Tonight is for warriors only. One will be for male warriors looking for females and the other end will be male warriors looking for male slaves. Once we come close to the stage, it's going to get crowded. Hold onto my hand. I don't want to lose you. Am I clear?"
"Yes." Jinni replied.
Lenn smiled and said, "When the warriors come to the end of the stage all the slaves will be trying to impress them. Some will be dancing, some will be trying to talk and others will be licking and sucking on them. That's what you're going to do. You will do as I've taught you. You have to try to get noticed by the warrior you want. If he likes you, he will throw you on stage and claim you. But, if you do not get chosen by the time you see the ceremony ending, we will run, because the other men will hold you down and use you. I cannot challenge a Master, so my power to protect you is limited. And, my dear, it can become an ugly display of fornication."
"I see," replied, Jinni, with her eyebrows raised, "Pigs. What pigs."?
Lenn opened a wine pouch and handed it to Jinni.
"What's this?" Jinni asked.
"Sip on it slowly, but I want you to drink it all. It will make this go easier. It'll help you get through this."
She pushed the pouch to her lips. It tasted sweet. She took another sip and smiled at Lenn.
"I told you," he replied.
"Is this how you get through living like this?" asked Jinni.
"Only at the beginning. If you find a good man to own you, your life can be rewarding."
"Shite that!" blurted out Jinni.
"What kind of woman speaks like that?" replied Lenn, as he huffed, "You better listen to me otherwise you'll end up dead. And, never, ever speak like that in front of another man. You're lucky I like you! I could run to Kent and this would be over," Lenn snapped.
"I'm sorry. This is hard for me."
"Do you think working with you is easy for me?" he huffed, as he grinned to her.
They laughed. She took another sip from the pouch.
"I believe you like me," she teased.
"I do, my dear, but for nothing more than to save your bottom and to have a friend in this world gone mad."
He took her hand, snorted at her and led her out of the stone room, down the staircase of the castle and into the street.
He loudly sucked in the night air, and said, "It's a perfect night for you. The moon is going to be full. It will shine down on your dark hair and call to an owner," whispered Lenn.
"I don't want to go!" she exclaimed and stopped walking.
'Stop!" Lenn demanded, "You have to. There's no other escape."
"I don't want to do that thing in front of everyone."
"Put your mouth on him?"
"Yes. I don't want to do it. It seems so private."
"I'm sure in your village it was. But, it's not here. This is a village of excess in every fashion, especially in sexual relations."
"Oh, hear my prayer gods in the heaven. Please save me," she whispered, as she looked at the sky and then back to Lenn and said, "I don't want to put my mouth on him in front of everyone."
"I would have worked on something else with you, but you didn't know how to dance or entice a man. And, your mouth. It talks too much! The vile things that spew from it would surely get you killed. In fact, despite having all your goods in the proper place, and being an attractive woman, your female skills are a bit lacking. What type of woman were you in your village?"
Jinni frowned, let go of his hand, and walked away from him. She continued to sip on the pouch of juice as they made their way toward town. They walked in silence. When Jinni dragged her feet, Lenn pulled on her.
An overpowering whiteness surrounded them as they walked closer to the ocean and the stage. She could not believe the amount of slaves that had come out to look for a Master.
Jinni felt as if she were marching a virgin's death. The ocean would rise and swallow her, as she would become the foam that decorated the crashing waves. She wished that she could have. A slave? Shit that!
Visions of stealing a master's sword and jumping on it to end her life with dignity passed through her mind, but the thought quickly faded. She would rather fight for her freedom. Why should I die to appease them, she thought.
Slaves of all ages and sizes came out. She took larger sips from the pouch and prayed she would awaken from this horrible nightmare. How could this happen to her. She was always in control but now felt powerless. She was going to have to put her mouth on a man. A man she didn't know would be pleasured by her in order to save her own life.
She missed her village and her people. She wondered is her father was buried. She took another gulp from the pouch.