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  Her mind clamped down like a lock on a gate, not allowing any more thoughts or fears to escape. She let her body completely relax as her master began to hum in a rhythmic way.

  “Would you like to float a little longer or shall I help you to dry now?”

  He was giving her a choice?

  She turned around in the water and stood quickly, bubbles coursing down her skin as she stared at her master. “I'd like to get out now please.”

  Her nipples tingled once again as his eyes wandered down her body, the water level touching the curls of hair covering her mons.

  He held out a drying towel, one of his own charcoal ones.

  She stepped up and over the lip, turning her back so that he may lay the towel on her shoulders.

  Instead the towel began rubbing against her shoulder blades, wiping the moisture from her, one stroke at a time. It was like a rolling massage, one she’d seen so often at the public baths.

  He moved down her arms, over her ass and ran the soft towel the length of her thin legs.

  “Turn around.”

  The master’s voice was husky, deep and throaty as he spoke. His voice had never had quite that caliber for her before. Perhaps it was the mist in the air making him sound so strange?

  She spun around, keeping her head down as he dabbed at her breasts, her belly, and her thighs.

  He knelt in front of her to pat the wetness from her toes, and a giggle rose as he touched her feet.

  He looked up when she squeaked, and she met his eyes. The dark blue irises were strangely warm in the light of the bathroom. “Tickles.”

  One corner of his mouth kicked up as he ran the towel up the inside of her legs.

  “Open a little.”

  She parted her thighs and held her breath as the soft towel traveled up her sensitive inner thigh, fire licking at her pussy.

  He reached the apex of her thighs, and she whimpered as he stared up at her and began to press the towel to her clit, drying the hair there in circular movements.

  A gasp slid from her throat and then a moan as her legs began to shake.

  Her master’s strong arm snaked up between her legs and grabbed her ass, supporting her as she clenched her thighs together and her eyes slid shut.

  Her clit was swelling, hot sensations of pleasure pouring through her body.

  She cried out and grabbed for his shoulders, the huge bulky muscles hard beneath her fingers.

  “Good girl, just let it happen.”

  The towel slipped away, and her master’s fingers were stimulating her, spreading her wetness over her clit and flicking it from side to side.

  “Oh … ah.”

  Flickers of heat and light were coursing through her belly, sharp twinges of pleasure making her breath hitch and her eyelids slide shut.

  She was going to climax, and very soon. She’d brought herself to completion many times in her life, but never had it felt quite like this.

  She rocked against his fingers while the hot coil in her belly tightened further.

  She began to scream and pant, the pleasure building to a crescendo of unrivaled height.

  The wave peaked, and she cried out louder, white lights flashing behind her closed eyelids for long moments, and then her body began convulsing as her pussy pulsed within her.

  “Good girl. Very good girl.”

  Her master’s soothing voice moved around her as she shook on him, a long moan rolling out of her as her body shuddered one last time.

  She went limp, all strength leaving her muscles as hot liquid replaced what were once strong arms and legs. He picked her up, moving her to a nearby seat and wrapping her in a fresh towel.

  Her mind was whirling, her body so relaxed and boneless that she physically couldn't open her eyes.

  He lifted her again, and she curled up in his arms, his huge chest hot against her face.

  He walked through the house, then laid her on a bed, the guests’ bedroom she had to assume, as no bed she had ever lain on came close to being so soft.

  “Rest and then dress for bed. Tomorrow is a new day for us all.”

  Amyex heard him step away and the door shut.

  Bliss beckoned, and she descended into sleep.

  ****

  The sun rose, and Amyex was awake to see it. She sat by the window, already dressed in the clothes her master had bought for her day.

  Her hands ran down her sides, enjoying the softness of the beautiful light pants that covered her legs and a sheer top of the finest silk she’d ever touched.

  Tears leaked down her face that did nothing to illustrate the huge gaping hole in her heart. Her eyes drank in the view of their small backyard, and memories flooded through her. The first time her master had brought her home, her crippling fear at learning a new house’s rules and what her master would ask of her, then the kindness he’d given her from the moment she stepped foot into his home.

  Then last night flashed through her mind.

  Her tears stopped flowing as a smile lifted her lips. He’d never touched her before, never. And last night he hadn’t just touched her—he’d bathed her, petted her, until she’d come apart in his arms. What had that meant to him? She didn’t know. Her knowledge of men was limited to only what she’d learnt from other female slaves, and that had often been very unpleasant. Not many of the male masters were as kind as hers.

  A soft bell rang to indicate the time. The day was starting, and she didn’t have a reason to get up and go.

  Her shoulders slumped, and she turned back to the view of the garden.

  A knock on the door had her jumping to her feet and hurrying to answer it.

  She opened the door and bowed her head.

  “Master.”

  Heat pooled in her belly, and she gasped as her sex clenched down. She wanted him so much, in a way she’d never experienced, never known.

  “I see you’re dressed already. Do you like the clothes I chose?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  She loved them actually. They were by far the most expensive and beautiful clothes she’d ever owned, but she couldn’t say it. Her throat was too tight. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth and unable to form words.

  “Our meeting is in three hours, Amyex, so please eat. I will see you at the front door in two and a half hours so that we may drive over to the Church’s freedom office.”

  Amyex bit her lip and squeezed her eyes tightly together, nodding her head as she waited for her master to leave her.

  He did, and she pushed shut the door once again, sliding down onto the soft carpet and gasping for air in an attempt not to weep once again.

  Being sad, sorry, or suicidal never did her any good, but after years of so much bliss she couldn’t believe the change that was about to be wrought on her.

  Amyex reached inside herself to a place she hadn’t needed in a long time, dragging forth a strength and coldness that had kept her alive in that first decade of her slave life.

  Her tears dried, and her quivery lip straightened. She got to her feet and walked towards the door, stepping through it and closing it behind her.

  She went through the motions of packing up her small room and belongings into an old bag the master had left for her.

  Glancing around the room she felt nothing, her heart locked up for the journey to come.

  She ate her breakfast alone in the small servants’ room, the cook bustling around making shopping lists and preparing for her day.

  An ache spread across Amyex’s chest as she swallowed her citrus juice, pain clamping down her breathing.

  No. You will not fall apart now.

  She took a steadying breath and picked up her utensils, returning them to the sink in the kitchen.

  “Oh … Amyex.”

  She turned at the timid sound of the cook’s voice, surprised to hear such softness from the hard woman.

  She dropped her head and clasped her hands in front of her. She wasn’t familiar with ways of expressing her feelings, but she was
going to try.

  “I want to … th-thank you for your kindness while I’ve been here.”

  The cook pressed something soft against her hands, and she opened her fingers to take a small cloth bag from the older woman.

  It was handmade, threaded through with shots of red and silver, very similar to Amyex’s own hair.

  A lump rose in her throat, and she gripped the small bag tightly in her hands, the only true gift she had ever received.

  “Ah—I … thank you.”

  She had no other words, and stopped, looking down at the small bag once again.

  “You can use it for anything you like. Coins, for when you need to go shopping, hair clips perhaps when you find someone who will look after you.”

  The words evoked images that made hope take seed inside her. Her, a slave, shopping, with money. The image made a giggle bubble up, and she slammed her hand over her mouth.

  “You can laugh. The master likes it when you do.”

  Amyex let her hand fall away as she stared at the cook.

  “I didn’t know.”

  The cook smiled kindly, reached out and squeezed her arm for one moment, then moved back to her kitchen.

  The front door swung open, and the noise of the street filtered into their home. People’s voices, the clatter of wheels on rocky streets.

  “Amyex.”

  Her heart thumped against her chest plate as her master’s voice rippled through her.

  “Master, you look wonderful.”

  She bowed her head and avoided eye contact, staring at his polished boots and tight leggings. He wore his best clothes, and his long hair was slicked back.

  “Thank you.”

  He turned, and she hurried out behind him, keeping one step behind him at all times.

  His vehicle was waiting on the curb. She stared at it for a moment. To own a power vehicle on their planet was rare, bestowed only on the highest ranking officers.

  Her master was not of the elite or the aristocracy, but he was one of their best warriors and was given the status he deserved.

  “Slide in.”

  He opened the door for her and cocked his head.

  She squeaked and shook her head. No, she’d never been in such a thing. They weren’t for slaves.

  “Amyex.” The word growled out of him, and she bounced forward, sliding onto the seat and curling up into a ball as she pressed against the window.

  Her bottom lip quivered as he slid on to the seat next to her and told the driver to go.

  She had no choice but to respond when he used that voice, none.

  They sat in silence, and Amyex counted her breaths and her heartbeats as they drove, the weird vibrations beneath her body making her stomach churn.

  “If you feel sick, look out the window. It will make you feel better.”

  She twisted around and glanced out the window, their lovely town moving by in an unnatural speed.

  “Thank you, Master.”

  His fingers reached out and ran over her arm, the tingles shooting up her bicep, drawing a moan from her.

  She slammed shut her lips and held her breath, waiting for her master’s retribution. But she wasn’t ridiculed for her show of wantonness. Instead he continued to lightly stroke her arm as they moved through the city.

  She slowly relaxed her muscles, letting her legs uncurl from where they sat against her chest, until she was finally sitting as he was, back upright against the seat and shoulders dropped.

  Heat was traveling down and into her core, his touch, so light and skilled, causing her body to remember the feelings from the night before. How much she needed him.

  The car stopped, and she bit her lip as her heart leapt in her chest.

  No, please no. Don’t give me away.

  Her master grabbed her wrist and turned her towards him.

  She went, but kept her eyes lowered until his callused fingertips tapped up her chin.

  “Why are you fighting this so strongly?”

  She stared into her eyes, the hot sting of tears making her blink and want to look away, but he kept hold of her chin, his blue eyes staring hard into hers.

  “Tell me, Amyex.”

  “I don’t want to be free. I want to belong to you.”

  Her master let her go, the cold movement making a cry leave her lips, but she pulled away and wrapped her arms around herself. Why had she told him the truth?

  The driver stepped out of the car, and her master slid closer, his hot breath touching her ear.

  She groaned and melted against him, his muscled body giving her the perfect shape for her smaller body to mould against.

  “Amyex, no human should own another human. I am a strong believer in the end to slavery, and I will free as many of you as I can until the law can be passed to rid us of slavery forever. We should all be free, and you … my beautiful one, deserve to make a choice.”

  Then he was gone, and she fell to the side as the door was opened and he hopped out.

  She slid out after him, her legs trembling beneath her.

  What did he mean by that?

  Her eyes were drawn towards the three storey building that they had parked in front of. The Church was the second most dominant building in their city and was where all slave releases were carried out.

  “Let’s go.”

  Her master strode up the front steps, and she kept time behind him, shadowing his movements as she had been taught. A good slave should be not seen, nor heard.

  They were ushered into a small room on the second floor, and Amyex kept her eyes to the ground.

  A small part of her wanted to look around at the wonderful surroundings. She might never again get the opportunity to see what their capital looked like, but the sick dread firmly planted in her stomach was making all brave movements impossible.

  “Please come in.”

  They stepped through a large steel door, and Amyex was greeted by a woman that was a similar size to herself.

  “Amyex, I’m Karin. Please come with me.”

  Amyex slid her eyes up to her master, who nodded.

  She went with the small girl, whose manner was one of someone who knew what servitude was. But she was in this great room, her head held high.

  That is something I never thought I would see.

  “Please stand here. The Minister of Freedom will speak to you in a moment.”

  The girl didn’t leave her, instead standing so close that she could have touched Amyex if she’d leaned just a little more to her left.

  A large man ascended a small set of steps, sat in a regal chair, and looked straight at her.

  Amyex dropped her head and squeezed tight her eyes.

  “Amyex, your master has been granted the right to free you from slavery. As a slave that has never caused any troubles in our city, was born into slavery and has served one of our greatest warriors for over five cycles, we have agreed to his request.”

  “Thank you.”

  Her voice was barely audible in the room, but she managed to get the words out and she was proud of it.

  “Then please step forward and Karin will give you the things you need.”

  Amyex followed where the small woman led and stepped up to a table with documents on it.

  “These are your life papers, declaring you a free woman, the details of your new accommodation in a shared house with many of the other newly freed slaves, and a small amount of money to feed and clothe you until you may find a job that suits you.”

  Her nose began to burn, and her ribs squeezed tight around her.

  Karin’s hand clasped over her arm, and she stepped close.

  “Breathe. Don’t you dare stop.”

  Amyex grabbed hold of Karin’s voice and tugged herself up and out of the black hole threatening to engulf her.

  She stared at the table and tried not to see them as an end to her life, but instead as an offering for a new one. One where she had choices, free will, and options.

  “Thank you.” She for
ced the words out, and Karin picked up the documents and small purse of money, placing them in Amyex’s arms.

  “Come with me. I will show you to your new home.”

  Amyex looked around the room. She couldn’t just leave her master.

  But it was too late. He was already gone.

  ****

  “Here is your room. It has a lovely view of the small backyard, and the bathroom for this floor is just two doors down.” Karin opened a thin steel door and revealed her new bedroom.

  A shudder ran through Amyex as daylight filled the small space.

  It had a nice bed though, a thick mattress, and plenty of blankets piled up on the end of the bed.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t quite understand. Why am I being given all of these things? Clothes, money, a place to stay? Am I now in debt to the Church for my freedom?”

  Karin chuckled quietly. “Goodness me, no. Our Church has raised funds over time and had this building bought for those slaves that need a home for a short time before they are permanently moved into their own lodgings or a new employer’s home, depending on the arrangement. The money and clothes are from your previous master, a gift for all that you have done for him.”

  “So all of this is … charity?” It seemed too strange to be real.

  Karin nodded. “Yes, from good people who believe slavery should be illegal on our planet, every planet. They are working hard to free all of us, one person at a time.”

  Tears stung Amyex’s nose once again, but she breathed through them, hugging herself tightly as she moved around the room that would be her own for a short amount of time.

  “What is wrong?”

  “I … can’t sleep with light in my room.”

  Karin frowned and rubbed Amyex’s arm for the twentieth time. It was beginning to feel less foreign and more soothing now.

  “The sun will go down long before you will need to sleep, and the room will be completely dark if you turn off the lamp.”

  Amyex took a tentative step into the room, slid onto the surprisingly soft mattress and curled up into a ball. She had no master to peek at through the slit in her door, nor a warm safe room in the middle of a house, but she had her own bedroom and money in her pocket.

  Life had changed.

  “I will try.”