| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | My (fancy) life as a slave |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Double dare
"That'll be three hundred gold."
Would it kill him to say 'please'? Sure, I'm just a slave, but my mistress is barely ten feet away.
I glance at her over my shoulder. She seems very worried today. She's looking out the window, as if she was expecting an ambush or something.
It's been weeks since our little public stunt with Ashby, and we've done nothing in public in the meantime to justify this paranoia. I want to ask her but I know better. If she wanted to share her concerns she would have.
"Three. Hundred. Gold."
Right, I almost forgot. I search the purse Madam Kalista entrusted me with, and pay the rude artisan. I lift the heavy machinery we just bought, and turn to exit.
"Madam? We can leave now."
She snaps back to reality.
"Oh shit! Sorry, Nasué. Give me that, it's too heavy for you to carry."
She relieves me of the contraption. I don't really get what's it for, but from what I understood it's a kind of device to observe small things. Like a magnifying glass, but to see the tiniest things. Some investigator stuff.
Madam Kalista carries the thing as it was weightless, holding it with one leather strap over her shoulder. But as we walk through the low-class district in the heavy morning air of an ending dry season, she still is distracted. Paranoiac even. Her piercing eyes cast their gaze everywhere around us, detailing every passerby, scrutinizing every shadow, suspicion drawn by any weird noise.
I can't hold it anymore. I have to ask her what's going on.
"Is there something wr..."
She hushes me with an inquisitive finger, looking over her shoulder. A few seconds of silent observation pass until she whispers to me.
"Not now, bunny. It's dangerous. I need to stay on my toes. Let's head home, we'll figure out the rest later."
This was a strange errand we ran this morning. Nothing much to be noted, a few commission to get here and there —such as the magnifying machine— but nothing Madam couldn't have done herself. Or even I could have done on my own. I mean, I've already carried things much heavier on greater distances, so what was the point to go together.
We enter the central place of the low-class district. A familiar place I've seen dozens of times in the past weeks. Madam Kalista's house is near, at the border of the noble's neighborhood.
Now that I think about it, Madam Kalista has been real strange all day. It's her who woke me up in person, even before the sun was rising. She stayed with me the whole time, and now that I think about it...
Suddenly, my mind freezes. I realized —way too late— what indulged my mistress' behavior. It is right in front of us. Waiting for us, expecting us. With a smug, haughty smile.
Lady Morr.
It's today. Today's the end of the truce. She comes to claim her trophy slave back.
"Fuck."
Madam Kalista breathes out this single word, not in anger, but in resignation.
Lady Morr stares down at us, arms crossed, reveling in the silence that fell down on us all. By her side, the old tiefling Salista looks at us intently, with no emotion whatsoever in her eyes.
Even the people of the district, feeling the electricity going on between the two naked ork ladies, draw a wide safety circle around us.
"I made my bet. And apparently I lost." tiredly said Madam Kalista.
Lady Morr, without uncrossing her arms nor departing her from her look of superiority, scoffs.
"Politics is a mind game, Kalista. Like many other things. You haven't changed much, during all this time. I can see right through any of your schemes."
The earth shakes as Madam Kalista heavily drops the delicate machinery she was carrying on the ground.
"Can you? My guess is it was pure luck."
Lady Morr can't help but openly laugh.
"Really? I knew you'd take Nasué out with you all morning to prevent me from attacking you in your home. I knew it before you even made the decision."
It's my mistress that scoffs at that answer.
"But I never made that decision."
Lady Morr squints her eyes. After a short silence, she asks:
"What do you mean?"
Madam Kalista shrugs. "Exactly what I said. I did not make the decision to take Nasué out today."
Lady Morr finally uncrosses her arms and put her two upset fists on her hips.
"Then who did?"
A clear *plink* sound is heard, and before Lady Morr, in the dust, lands a coin.
"Chance."
Lady Morr seems more and more upset. She casts an angry look at her ex-partner.
"You see, Morr. Not everything is under your control. You're too arrogant to realize that the world does not revolves around you. I already said it, but this will be your doom."
Lady Morr seems incredulous. "You betted your ownership of Nasué over a fifty-fifty chance?"
Madam Kalista frowns. "Stop me if I'm mistaken, darling, but Nasué is not your yet."
She then flexes all the muscles of her body at one, sending small droplets of sweat all round her.
"You still have to take her from me."
Lady Morr streches her arms, then take a fighting stance.
"A formality."
Then, in a collision that makes all the district shake, the only two woman who ever cared for me and whom I ever cared about throw themselves at each other in a sex-fight that will decide my future — and probably the future of the city.
I have to close my eye not to be blinded by the impact. Not that it is peculiarly blinding, but seeing my two mistresses colliding in anger is too much for me to watch.
All the people of the place is gathered —at a good distance— to witness the fight. Word probably goes by, because their numbers seem to increase with each passing minute.
Their fight is hard, they clearly match in strength, and they know each other well enough to counter every technique they each use.
This will be a battle of the mind.
"I'm surprised you didn't take one of your infamous concoctions, Aphromesser."
"Humph, I don't need to drug to beat you, you failed noble."
"Really? Because it seems like you struggle more than you announced."
For now, this looks just like wrestling. I don't know if it's their pride or something else, but they both want to top, and none of them is willing to go bottom. Which is unusual. Being top doesn't mean it's easier to win, and in most sex-fight the top/bottom positions change with time.
But for them, it looks important. They try to topple their opponent, to overcome the strength of the other, to take domination. It's probable that the one that will be dominant both in mind and in strength will win.
But that may take a long time.
"You can tell, right? That Nasué is happier with me."
"Ha! If you think this is her happy face, then you really don't know her."
I do not take offense at their words. I even barely hear them. I'm just too anxious. Who will win? With whom will I spend the rest of my days?
"It's time, Nasué."
The voice of Salista at my ear makes me jump. I forgot she was here.
"It's time to make your choice."
I look at her. Her empty eyes are directed at the fight, but she doesn't seem to watch.
"Make a choice? What do you mean?"
She sighs. "You still don't get it? Even as I already told you?"
Before my dumb silence, she sighs again. "Who do you want to spend the rest of your slavery with?"
I don't know. "With the winner. It's not like as if I had a choice."
"But you do, Nasué. You even have power, right now."
I don't understand a thing. "Power?"
"Yes. Look at them. Don't you get it? They are fighting for you. They both need you. They both want you. Whoever you cheer for will be the winner."
I look at the two giantess fighting for me.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. As soon as you make your choice heard, the one you didn't choose will lose her composure and her determination. And thus, she will lose the fight."
She then looks at me with a piercing gaze. "Believe me. I know them both well."
Her eyes tell the truth. I know it. Indeed, I can make the scales tip to whichever side I wish.
"But... Is it my place to decide?"
"It is your duty to decide. Nasué, if you don't chose, then whoever win or lose, that won't change a thing. They will continue their quarrel, their will continue to put spokes in each other's wheels. And none of their plans will work. If you chose, then the loser will now she has truly lost, and withdraw herself. Then, the winner's projects will have a chance to be successful."
The reality of the situation is dawning on me. I feel panic birth inside my chest at the sole idea of chosing.
"But who do I chose? The one whose plan is the best? Which one is it?"
Salista shrugs. "I don't know. You're the only one who knows both of their plans."
I stay there, looking at the two ork women fighting.
Then, Salista add: "Though I don't think you should chose the winner as per which plan is better."
I look at her. I see behind her empty eyes the experience of a life. She is old, she has served both ladies when they were together. Maybe she even has been waiting for this moment for a long time. The moment when they finally, completely, separate from each other. I don't know.
I look at my mistresses. Image of my servitude with both of them stir in my brain. I liked them both, for different reasons.
"Should I chose with my heart then?"
Salista doesn't say a word, but I can feel her assent.
"Alright then."
A bit dizzy by the weight of all this, I step forward. The two ladies don't notice my approach. So I get a little bit closer, and then, at the top of my lung, I shout:
"ENOUGH!"
I feel my cheeks get red from an anger that was slowly building up for weeks and that I didn't know existed.
"Do you even care for me? Do you realize how petty you both are?"
The audience gasps. Kalista raises her eyebrows and Morr frowns. By standing up like this, I'm writing history here. Or maybe I'm just dooming myself to a slow death for rebelling against my mistresses. But I don't really care. This unprecedented anger is blinding me.
"But most of all: do you realize you are sabotaging yourself because of your dumb quarrel?"
I stomp the dusty ground with each sentence. I'm way out of my place, but strangely, everyone listens to me with attention.
"Do you even realize you have the same goal? That your respective plans are basically the same?"
I turn to Morr.
"You! Your plan is to legally grant citizenship to the slaves, and to convince the council you said it would make the sex-fighting scene more lively and more meritocratic, while claiming that it would never break the wall separating the classes —in other words, more competitiveness for the lower class, while the upper class stays safe. But it's all lies! You don't care about the status quo at all, because you're the best. You only want this to grant citizenship to one specific slave..."
She grunts, not happy that I reveal this in public, but it is an open secret, the information have leaked a few weeks back.
I then turn to Kalista.
"And you! Breaking the status quo is specificly what you're aiming to! Everyone understood that years ago! You hope slaves will intrinsically get more rights if the frontier between the classes get blurred out. And we both know for who you want it!"
I open my arms to put emphasis on the obvious.
"You're the same! The fucking same! Breaking the status quo and giving more right to the slaves! And for the same fucking person!"
"It's not the only reason." Morr grunts.
I dismiss her response with a hand. "Yes, I know. You'd also benefit from having more citizens and slaves being more independent. But I know it's not the first reason you're doing it. And don't deny it!"
She falls silent. I pant from shouting so loud.
"And you know what's the worst?" I add. "It's that if you worked together, you would have succeeded years ago!"
They both look at each other in disgust.
"We could never work together anymore. It wouldn't work. There nothing we have in common anymore."
That answer really, really pisses me off.
"YES YOU DO! ME!"
They look at me, incredulous.
"What do you mean, bunny?"
I suddenly feel exhausted. I've said it all, I spoke with my heart, and now the anger is leaving to be replaced by bitterness.
"I love you both," I manage to say with tears in my eyes, "and see how you both love me and —most importantly— Ashby. I want you both to succeed, for their sake. And for mine?"
The tears run down my cheeks.
"I can't chose between you two. And I don't want to. Because you both are loving mothers. I want to spend the rest of my days with you two."
They look at each other again, but this time with a hint of hindsight. My words seem to have shaken them, and thankfully they seem to have put their feud aside.
It's Morr who raises her voice again.
"But, Nasué, you know we can't. It is not possible for us to both be your mistresses."
I dry my tear with the back of my wrist, then I gaze deep into her eyes.
"And why the fuck not? You want to break the status quo, don't you? You want to change the rules? Then do it. Commit to your beliefs 'till the end. You know no one can stop you."
Morr has her eyes wide. She is stunned by my logic.
Kalista turns to her and shrugs.
"You know, why not after all? I know it's not how you like to do things, but she's a got a point. Several, even."
Morr scratches her chin, pensive. "I'll be damned, it could work. It is technically not against the law, I could work out a loophole. And the worst of all is..." Her gaze go between Kalista a me few times. "... I kind of like the idea."
I am dumbfounded. I didn't really expect them to agree so fast.
"Wait... Really?" I ask.
Mistress Morr shrugs. "Indeed. I know Kalista is a good mistress for you. And I don't really mind sharing custody. I don't need you every hour of every day. And the benefits of this little stunt would be huge."
Madam Kalista stretches her arms upward. "And I'm personally tired of our little squabbling. I could really go for us being neutral to each other for a while."