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Chapter 4 - Explanations
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I don't think I'd ever felt as proud of us as I did as we crouched there, presenting our newly pierced bodies to Master Remus and Lady Athene. I could tell that Ian, sorry, Alcyone felt the same way, the serene smile on his face spoke volumes to me, and I hope to our owner too. Remus had summoned Agathon back to the room and had bid him escort us back to the harem for the night. We were to be inspected again in the morning, and would be every day for the next five days whilst he monitored our healing progress.
On the way back to the Harem, Agathon spoke spoke:
"I'm sure you both have many questions about the ritual that you have both undergone. All will be answered shortly, but hold until we are back within the harem walls,"
We both nodded our understanding and followed him back up the grand staircase. As we walked, I explored how my body felt with all of it's new adornments. My tongue had swollen slightly, but I could still talk properly. My nipples remained stiff and erect, and I was aware of the bars passing through them constantly. My clit piercing was my favourite already, despite the fact that it had easily been the most painful. It felt like a constant pressure on my clit, and it was keeping me incredibly aroused. I was less aware of my other genital piercings, especially the lower one, although I did feel the metal from my labial piercings occasionally tub against my skin.
Soon we were passing back through the antechamber, the guard had changed, the previous female having been replaced by male with a similar breastplate. His cock and balls were encased in a close fitting metal jacket, with only a slit to allow him to pee through. It had the effect of making his body look like that of a classical statue that I'd seen before in museums.
As before, he stepped aside and we passed through into the central room of the harem. Instead of being empty, the room was occupied by 5 other slaves, who rose as one from a tangled mass of limbs to greet us as we entered. All were smiling and started to applaud as we descended the steps onto the cushioned central area to meet them. We saw that a large screen had been lowered from the ceiling and was showing a live video feed of the dungeon that had constrained us only minutes ago, these other slaves had been watching us live the whole time.
Agathon spoke above the hubub
"Slaves of Remus, I give you Ceyx, and Alceyon, they join your number as those of the first caste,"
I had no idea what that meant right now, I chalked it up as one more thing to ask Agathon when we had the chance to speak. One by one the slaves introduced themselves, all were predictably naked in the pleasant heat of the room, and each seemed to be free of chastity constraints. In total there were 3 females and 2 males. The first slave to hug me was a petite red-head, who introduced herself as Halia. She seemed to the youngest of the slaves present, in her early 20s or so I judged. She wore heavy gold rings through both her nipples, and I assumed she had the same piercings placed through her genitals. My cunt flushed with excitement as my still tender nipples brushed against her chest as we hugged and I breathed in her musky scent.
Next in line was well built asian male called Corban, who seemed to be in his mid twenties, much like Alcyone and I. I could see clearly that each of the males in the room had the same piercings as my husband had just received, although the colour and precise style of the jewellery varied with each slave. Each of their pricks were rock hard from whatever the harem had been up to before we entered the room, and Corban was around as well hung as Alycone, his cock brushed against my stomach as I leaned in to greet him.
Next I met Cora, a drop dead gorgeous african female, who's skin was the blackest I'd ever seen. She wore thick gold bars in her nipples, each tipped with a stunning red ruby. Stepping back from our embrace, I could see that her breasts were a D cup like mine, and her wide hips gave her a full rump. The final male introduce himself as Leonidas, his skin almost as black as Cora's, and packing the largest cock and balls that I'd ever seen. It was tipped with an equally large gold ring, and I felt enveloped by him as he hugged me in welcome.
I could see my husband greeting each slave in turn after me. His cock already rock hard and I couldn't blame him, given the stunning beauty of each of the slaves. For a moment I marveled again at how easily we'd both slipped into this world of nudity and bisexuality, that I didn't even flinch when ordered to perform cunnilingus on another woman, and how easily, and with such relish, that my husband had taken our Master's cock with him.
I barely had time to reflect further before meeting the final slave, a dusky, buxom female who introduced herself as Dasha. Dasha seemed to be slighly older, perhaps in her early 30s, and had long, mousey brown hair, streaked with blonde the fell onto her shoulders and over onto her chest. She easily had the largest breasts of any slave in the harem, I estimate they must've been e-cups at the least. Each breast was topped with a large, puffy aureola, and large nipples which looked very suckable. Each nipple was decorated with an incredibly ornate sun, made with fine strands of silver and which were held on my a bar through each.
"May I look more closey at your jewlery?" I asked her, looking into her deep brown eyes.
"Of course," she replied, and I crouched sligthly to admire the handiwork of the crafter who had created such a beautiful ornament.
Once Alcyone had finished his introductions, Agathon raised his voice again.
"These two have had a hard night, as you've seen, I will take them now to their chambers as we have some matters to speak of," he smiled, "it is not often that you're all given leave to play with each other, I suggest that you return to enjoying it". The harem nodded their ascent and fell ravenously back onto the cushions together, already kissing and sucking anything that was available.
We followed Agathon back through the heavy velvet curtains, past the now empty rooms to the side, and back into our bedchambers at the end of the corridor.
"Get into the plunge pool, clean yourselves whilst I talk?" asked Agathon. Alcyone and I nodden and wandered over into the bathroom, wincing slightly as the hot water of the pool came in to contact with each of our piercings.
"On the desk, you'll find two copies of an introductory text to our religion," he started.
"As I'm sure you've gathered, Ian and Miriam are no more, you have been reborn before Zeus as Ceyx and Alcyone. Since the ancient times, man has worshipped at the altar of the Ancient Gods, with Zeus worshipped through many names and forms. Since the coming of Christianity, our religion moved underground, continuing our work through more covert means. It is no co-incidence that slavery was a central part of ancient life, for we believe that it forms part of the natural order of things. Each knows within their hearts where they fall in life,"
Agathon paused to see if this was sinking in. Alcyone and I nodded as he talked, we felt already in our hearts that slavery and erotic torture were a part of our very being. The acceptance in my heart of what I'd known myself to be for so long was intoxicating, I felt a sense of release, more so than I'd felt even under the needle. For the first time in my adult life I felt whole, and more submissive than ever, I could see the same smiling look on my husband's face as he too reached a deeper understanding of himself. Agathon continued:
"Most of the world's leaders are adherents to our cause, as we work to bring the true order of things back to the Earth. It is through their work that the various laws and acts were passed to enable your ownership by Master Remus. At a simple level, human beings are split in two, into the Superiati and Inferiati. Masters and Ladies are the Superiati class, closer to the Gods than we as Inferiati can ever know. They serve the Gods through bravely taking ownership and responsiblity of the Inferiati who would otherwise wonder through life without meaning. The Inferiati themselves are divisioned by calling, and so sorted into castes, each considered superior, and more desirable to the Superiati than the next."
"The first caste, of which you are both called, are described in scripture as those who both know the most pain, and the most pleasure. It is your calling in life to satisfy both the sadistic nature, and sexual needs of the Superiati. You are each pierced in the fashion handed down through the generations, and then granted the Gift of Zeus to better allow you to server your masters"
"I was meaning to ask about that," I interjected, "what exactly does it do?". The water was feeling very good against my skin, easing away the soreness from my submerged piercings.
"I was just getting to that," said Agathon, smiling, "The method through which the gift is given has changed through the ages, but the affect has remained the same. Through the power granted to the Superiati by the Gods, the Gift changes your body in a number of ways. Firstly, it heals quicker, and with far less chance of permanant scarring than before. Both of you will find that your piercing wounds cease bleeding far more quickly that you might have expected, and by tomorrow the remaining pain will have all but gone. Within a week they will be healed and ready for use by the Master. As you might expect, this aspect of the gift also imparts you with a superior immune system, and a far slower aging process."
I looked at Alcyone, hardly believing what I was hearing, he looked as shocked as I was at the news. His hand reached out under the water and took mine, squeezing it briefly. before I guided it between my legs so that he could gently massage my still aching pussy.
"The gift needs to be renewed once a year, else it will fail. This is to ensure the loyalty of the first caste, although in practice it has never been known for one of your number to reject what they quickly come to accept in their hearts. The gift also prevents any hair growth, meaning you will stay as you are now indefinately, and provides a contraceptive to prevent any unwanted problems."
"The final part of the Gift is something that you should both already be familar with, although you might not realise it yet," he continued, "your bodies remain in an almost permanently aroused state. Alcyone, whilst your erections will be frequently denied through the application of chastity devices, you will feel the constant need for sexual release, which will aid you in making yourself available to the Superiati as demanded. Your man-cunt will also have already adapted, small secreting glands will have formed minutes after the Gifting that provide constant lubrication. As the glands increase in size and function over the next few days, you will find anal sex in any position increasingly pleasurable, akin to how it feels to have your prostate massaged now."
"Ceryx, the same is true of your ass, it too is now self lubricating, and it will provide you with increased pleasure over time. Your cunt will remain wet at all times now, its lips increasingly sensitive, and your nipples hard.
Again I looked at my husband, as we both realised that days of constant frustration almost certainly lie ahead for us.
"In a week's time, when your piercings are fully healed, you will be fitted with inpenetrable chastity devices, which will be removed only with your Master's permission. As you have seen, the blessing of new slaves by Zeus is one such occasion where the master sees fit to allow celebration."
"The majority of the slave population, and naturally by that I mean the people in the world, are of the lower slave castes. What separates you from them is that your kind draws erotic pleasure from torture, giving you far higher endurance for it than that of the lower castes. The second caste is that of the slave-warrior, bound to serve the Superiati through guarding, and going to war for their Masters. They are strong, agile, yet subservient people. They are also generally tasked with maintaining discipline amongst the lower ranks, the Master cannot be everywhere that he needs to be at once! The third caste is that of the slave-servant, domestic serfs who are bound to provide service through cooking, gardening, cleaning, waiting etc. Those who do not have the painslut wiring of the first caste, and lack the strength and dexterity of the warrior caste usually end up here. Estimates vary, but it is thought that some 60% of the population would end up in this caste.
The fourth, and lowest class, is that of the beast. These creatures are not even honoured by being named slaves. They are those who refused to accept their place in the world, and rail against the rule of the Superiati. They are often surgically modified in punishment for whatever wrongs they commited, and usually experience quite abbreviated life spans.
I looked at Alcyeon as Agathon continued to speak of the beasts, his stroking of my pussy had increased in speed and intensity as he had spoke, and I came quietly, legs shaking as I squeezed them together as he spoke of the plight of those who would reject our Masters.
"Does this answer your questions?" said Agathon, stopping as last
"Does this mean that we can order the lower castes around," I asked, remembering how much I enjoyed toying with the servant-boy earlier in the day
"Yes, within reason," replied Agathon, "when there is no one of the Superiati present, you may toy with the lower castes as you see fit, however, you may not inflict punishment without to consent of its Master or Mistress"
We both smiled at that, and bid Agathon goodnight as he left us in the pool.
As he left, I turned and wrapped my arms and legs around my husband, whom I'd already accepted under his new name. Lifting myself, I lowered myself onto his hard cock, and kissed him passionately. I felt him wince slightly as I penetrated myself on him as his prince albert was pulled slightly by the inside of my cunt. I shuddered in pleasure as the piercing travelled inside me, and thanked the Gods that they'd allowed us the chance to experience this. Soon he was fully inside me, and gently I rocked my hips back and forth, rubbing my clit piercing against his abdomen and moaning in pleasure as I teased another orgasm from his cock.
I held him inside me, whilst we stared deeply into each others eyes. I don't think I'd ever loved him more than I did right now, our hard nipples pressed up against each other, piercings gently touching. I felt that he'd given me the greatest gift I'd ever received, acceptance of my submission and the chance to experience a life of total servitude. I knew that he'd soon be fucking other women, and I other men, but I knew that the two of us were bonded on a level far deeper than that which could be felt through the use of another body. I laid my head on his shoulder and we held each other until his cock softened enough that it slipped out of me.
Satisfied, we rose from the pool, wrapped ourselves in bath robes, and collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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