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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: The proud Amazon warrior Serina had been captured and beaten into submission as a man's slave. "She blinked and slowly lowered her lips to his shoes, brushing them over the leather. Salt touched her lips. There was no way out. No escape unless he grew tired of her, or decided to sell her off. She was his toy, his thing to do with as he wanted. Her life was over. Her world had changed. What was she supposed to do? Submit. Obey. Find a means to cope with what she was now faced with. With life as a slave." Was there any hope left for her at all?
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2009

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Words: 12132
Reading time: 34-48 min.

CHAPTER 1

Serina whimpered as she curled in the darkness, shivering, alone and desperately afraid. He'd used her. Beaten her. Half destroyed her. Now she shook violently as she listened, hoping he would return and offer her some level of comfort.

It didn't happen.

He wasn't going to come back for her, not until he had a use for her again.

What did I expect, I'm a slave to him, nothing more than a piece of meat for him to use as he sees fit.

She growled at the thought. What was she doing? She wasn't a slave. She was an Amazon princess. She was a strong, powerful woman and would be free soon enough. Her people would come for her. She knew they'd be looking for her. Her mother wouldn't leave her here on her own. No, they'd search for her, rescue her, then he'd be punished.

She'd watch him. They'd strip the skin from his back. Shit, she'd use the whip on him. There'd be no relief for him until he finally died beneath her whip. He'd pay for everything he'd done to her ... and then some.

So, where were they?

They should have found her by now.

The Amazon nation was one of the strongest in the universe, feared across the stars, and yet they hadn't come for her.

Why hadn't they?

Fear coated her body in a sheen of sweat. What if they never found her? Would she be forced to spend the rest of her days as a slave?

No, I won't. I'll find a way to be free. There's always a way to be free, I just have to look for it. I was trained as a warrior. I'm not going to simply give up.

She trembled at the thought. What if she couldn't find a way to be free? She didn't want to spend the rest of her life as a slave. Even if there was a part of her that had enjoyed what had happened to her so far.

No, that's not true. How could I enjoy this?

Her core clenched at the thought of what he had done to her, and what he would do again. Of the way he would touch her. Of the way he would fill her. She didn't want this to happen, and yet she craved it. Craved it in a way she had never known could be possible.

Have I been turned into a whore?

No, she'd been turned into a slave--complete with a collar and chains. Serina sobbed at the thought. She wasn't meant to be this way. She was meant to rule in her mother's place when the older woman passed away. Now ... she was trapped and enslaved.

A sound caught her attention. Somewhere in a room above her, someone moved. Her owner?

She couldn't be sure. She didn't know what he would do tonight ... if he would return to her or not. He was an unknown factor in her life.

All she knew was that he expected obedience.

Trembling she curled up where he had left her, hoping to find a moment to rest, a moment of peace. He'd come for her when he was ready. Until then she would sleep. Rest. Do anything she could, anything she had to in order to recover and prepare. This way she had a chance to be strong and find a means to escape.

She would escape.

There was nothing he could do to prevent it.

"Wake up, slut," Dragor snarled as he kicked her sharply in the thigh. "Up, we have work to do. I don't have all day to waste on you."

Serina blinked and focused on the man. Anger flared into life. She didn't deserve to be treated this way. She was a princess of the blood. The heir to the throne! How could he do this to her?

Because he owns me, at least for now.

She sullenly moved to her knees. Her limbs ached and muscles protested, but she did what was expected of her.

"I have guests arriving tonight. You will earn your place and clean, prepare for their arrival. Slaves earn their keep here."

Earn her keep? Oh goddess, he meant for her to work in the most menial of manner. Cleaning and tending his home as if--as if she were a man! Men were the ones designed for such work, it was all they were fit for. A woman's place was to lead and fight, to be in charge of the household, not serving it.

Crack!

The whip snapped through the air, cracking against her left thigh. She howled in pain, arching beneath the blow. A thin red welt opened up across her skin and she reached for the aching line.

"You ... you hit me!"

The second blow knocked her flat to the floor, except it wasn't from the whip. He'd lashed out with his hand, directly across her face. Her cheek throbbed. She blinked and looked up at him.

"Yes, I hit you and I'll do far worse if you fail to obey me again. Get up off your lazy arse, slut. Now!" He snarled out the words and stepped back enough to let her back up on her knees.

Her legs protested and her head spun from the slap. She wanted to protest, but common sense told her to not even try unless she wanted to be hit again--which she didn't. Only a fool would want another blow like that.

"Up!"

She quickly pushed up onto her knees. Her thighs parted wide as she rested her buttocks back on her upturned heels. She hated this position. It was too revealing. It was humiliating and that's exactly why he had her do this.

"I'm waiting, slut."

Reluctantly she pushed to her feet. She could do this, push past her dislike of him, and fake it until she found a way to escape.

"Follow me," he released the chains and turned away from her, not looking back as he moved. Of course, he expected her to follow him. He'd already punished her once. More wouldn't be needed.

So much for the Amazon nation being feared. He'd not even concerned that I might attack him from behind.

Attack him with what? Her bare hands?

She rolled her eyes at the thoughts. If she'd spent more time training than she had fooling around with the male playthings, perhaps she'd stand a chance. But now ... No, she wouldn't have been able to take him. Not without a lot of work, and something that could be used as a weapon.

"You'll clean the guest rooms first. One of the house servants will bring you water, soap and rags. Clean the floors fully. Is that understood, slut?"

"Y-yes, Master." Her breath hitched in her throat as she spoke. At least he wasn't going to fuck her, she should be grateful for that, but she wasn't. Her inner walls clenched in hunger as she followed him up the stairs to the guest rooms. Perhaps it would have been easier if he had wanted to fuck her?

She scraped her teeth over her bottom lip. No, she wasn't going to think about that, she had to focus and deal with what she was facing instead of letting her mind wander.

"Get in there, slut." He shoved her sharply between the shoulder blades. "They will be arriving this evening. You will have all the guest rooms ready by noon, if you know what's good for you."

Serina stumbled into the first room, barely able to keep on her feet from the force of the shove. It didn't help that she hadn't had anything to eat, or drink, since she'd been taken captive. If he didn't let her have something soon, she'd pass out and be useless to him.

"Once you've finished, then you'll be fed. Until then, I don't want to hear a word of complaint out of you."

"Yes, Master," she murmured.

He slapped her across her backside and turned, stalking away without another word.

Serina shivered, wincing from the slap that left her backside stinging. She was barely with it, unable to focus and he wanted her to scrub the guest rooms? She blinked and scrubbed her hands over her eyes. She couldn't just stand there and wait for something to happen.

There would be no servants walking in to try and take care of the duties in the rooms. This time it was down to her. She was the one he expected to take care of the work, and if she didn't do it, she would be the one who would be punished for it.

There'd be someone along soon enough with the water, scrubbing brushes and anything else she needed, but she had enough time to try and get a start on the first room. Reluctantly she began to tidy up, her thoughts wandering as she did so.

At least he was leaving her alone.

Perhaps there was something in one of the rooms she could use as a weapon?

That thought put a spring in her step. She hurried around the first bedroom, straightening the bedding, tidying up the decorations, but as she tried the drawers and found them locked, she realized there wasn't a single thing in easy reach she could use to protect herself from the man.

Or anyone else on the planet.

Serina sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. How could she even think of living this way? She wasn't a slave. She was stronger than this, a warrior born and raised. To even attempt to act submissive went against everything she was.

"You're not supposed to sit on the furniture, slut. He'll be pissed off if he catches you doing that." A lightly tanned, small breasted, almost nude woman appeared in the doorway. Her arms were full of buckets, cloths, and other items. "Come on, get off the bed before he walks in to check on you."

"Would he really do that?"

"Every chance he gets, especially with the new girls."

She called me a slut? What gives her the right to? Why didn't I get upset about that earlier?

"Shit, this isn't going to be easy." Serina pushed off the bed and looked around. "Does he ever let up on people?"

"On people, yes. On slaves, never."

Fuck.

Slaves weren't people. She knew that. She'd said it often herself. They were nothing more than animals who had to obey their owners or face the consequences. Now she was one of the damned and she didn't like it.

"Well, don't just stand there. Get on with it. I have my own duties to attend to." The woman set down the bucket and the items needed for cleaning then turned to leave.

"Wait ... please."

The woman hesitated and turned to look at Serina. "Yes?"

"What's your name?"

"492."

"What?" Serina blinked.

"My designation is 492. Slave's don't have names, or at least he doesn't give them names. It reminds us we can, and will be sold at any time."

Sold? He really meant to sell her when she was trained? Oh, Goddess. Somehow she'd thought he wouldn't take it that far. She wasn't a slave, not in her heart, and she had to find a way to show him that.

"Don't hold out any hope. He won't let you be anything other than a slave. A slut. It's what we all are to him."

"No, I'm different." I am, I'm royalty. How could I be anything like the other women in his life?

"We all think that at first. I was the same. I learned the hard way. I thought I was something, someone just because I'd been born to rank. I was wrong." The woman sighed and ducked her head. "I'm a slave. He's taught me my place in this universe. I will always be a slave. If someone tried to free me I don't think I would know what to do as a free woman."

"No, you mustn't believe that about yourself, you're stronger than that." Serina took a step toward. "Women are meant to rule. I know this. I'm of the Amazons. We can get out of here, I know we can."

The woman shook her head. "I can't. I can't leave here. I belong here now. I--I'm a slave."