Burning Embers Part 4

By: Stacy L.

SERVING TIME IN NARAKA

Taptasurmi is where they say I shall serve, or the foul place of Vajrakataka-salmali. Why? Because I am often made to serve many in the bedroom by the order, by the command of My Master…I’m indiscriminate with my partners. They are random to me though he carefully selects each one. What I desire doesn’t matter. I’m a slave and as such I must always serve him in whatever capacity he desires of me. So why is it then that I should suffer when he is the one who forces me to engage in such atrocious acts?

He tells me I must serve him, he who terrifies me. He tells me that I shall serve a lifetime in Naraka for my sins that I shall serve a lifetime bowing to him and serving his sentence. He has judged me and found me unworthy. He tells me as penance I shall serve him always. He calls me Sarameya or Syama. I have been stripped of my birth name and granted a new one. My new name…? He has told me that I’m the “courser” and Sabala the “hound”, whatever that means. Our duties are to guard him and to guard the path to his abode.

Rarely do we receive any visitors here at Kalachi. The people of this land they fear us. They fear him. They fear me, me a lowly slave they fear greatly. They say when I appear before them, among them that I bring with me a message, an omen that soon someone will journey beyond the living to be judged by My Master. I have never actually witnessed him judge anybody, but those who reside among us greatly fear any of us who serve him.

They say the path here is a treacherous one, that those who are free of sin have little difficulty on their journey. While those who have committed sin? Our paths are filled with danger and terror. They have asked me if I traverse the path alone or am dragged back to him when he calls for me. When I tell them I am guided but never dragged they are shocked. They tell me that Narayana is my protector and that because he is I’m spared from being dragged back to My Master whenever he requires I return to him, whenever he declares my mission is complete.

Unfortunately because of their fear of me, of My Master, I’m often isolated when among them. There are very few who dare to associate directly with me though they come by the thousands to watch me perform or to dance. I have never understood this, but it seems to be the way of things. There are few on the outside that dare to even approach me. They instead gaze at me in horror and fear, terrified by my presence. They act as if they’ve come face to face with death, and perhaps they have. After all the one I serve chose out of all possible deities to portray Yama, the Hindu god of death and punishment, the one who passes final judgment, the one who literally rules over Hell…

He looked up as Daniel entered and approached hearing the soft jingling of bells in his every step. As he focused on the man he noticed that upon his left ankle was an anklet of bells and upon each of his delicate wrists were gold bands. Cocking his head to the left he questioned, “Why the jewelry?”

Not wanting to answer the question but feeling that Jack deserved one he replied with, “It’s my master’s wish that I be ready when company arrives.”

Certain he knew who that “company” was he questioned, “You’re waiting for someone, aren’t you?”

“Jack I’m a pleasure pet…”

“You’ll fuck anyone?”

“If My Master commands it, yes.”

“But…”

“That’s what a pleasure pet does Jack. He fucks for his master whenever his master commands it, however his master commands it.”

“And do you enjoy it?”

“I don’t have a choice, Jack.”

“But do you enjoy it?”

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not. I have to surrender regardless.”

“So you’re willing?”

“That’s all a matter of perspective, Jack. I fuck because I’m commanded to and whether I like it, want it, enjoy it or am willing to do so has no bearing on the command. I must perform as my master commands and expects whether I’m willing or not.”

“You know that’s rape…”

“What?”

“If you’re not willing…”

He lowered his head before saying, “It well may be, but the penalty for refusal is far too high to pay.”

“Have you ever refused?”

“Slaves don’t refuse their masters, Jack. Slaves have no right to refuse. They do as they’re told without question.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“What I believe doesn’t matter, Jack, a slave exists for his master, a slave serves the whims of his master, a slave obeys without question…a slave does nothing without his master’s say. The consequence of refusal is far too high. It’s a price I’m unwilling to pay.”

“What’s the price, Daniel? What price is worth sacrificing yourself, demeaning yourself, making yourself bow to the whims of another? What price is worth that, Daniel?”

Shaking his head he spoke softer as he asked a question of his own, “Have you ever heard of a submission cage, Jack?”

“What?”

“It’s an instrument you see, a training device used by a master to teach their servant their place. It was designed to make the slave always aware of what his or her proper place is.”

“Daniel, what does this have to do with anything?”

“Let me finish, Jack.”

He gazed at Jack who nodded and waited for him to continue. When Daniel was certain he had Jack’s full attention he did “You see it’s a cage with bars on it. It’s an iron cage that’s relatively spacious. It’s usually ornately decorated and some would say that it isn’t much of a cage, except that the ceilings of this particular cage are only five feet above the floor, which means that anyone who is taller than five feet can’t stand completely upright. The only way to do so is if one were to lower their head, bowing it submissively. When one is placed in such a cage they are forbidden to look directly in the eyes of others. The penalty for casting ones eyes above the ground is a longer sentence in the cage and a much stricter training regime.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad…”

Daniel glanced at him before continuing, “The one locked in such a cage isn’t permitted clothing. They remain naked at all times. The only things a slave caged as such is permitted to wear is their collar and the brand applied to their body by their master. The training is to instill in the slave that they are always submissive to everyone and that their true purpose is to exist, to be completely pleasing to their master and absolutely docile at all times.”

Jack remained silent for a few moments before questioning, “You said they’re ornately decorated why?”

“To sensitize the slave…”

“Excuse me?”

“The things provided in such a cage are of various different textures. There are mats, furs, silks, coarsely woven carpets anything that has a varying degree of texture that when applied to one’s body, or when one’s body comes into contact with it they are very aware of the subtle sometimes extreme differences in each item…”

“Daniel what does this…”

“When one is trapped in such a cage they are trained to be submissive and their awareness of things is heightened. The end result is that a slave who is exposed to such a regime of training is more aware of their body and of the various differences in touch and texture. It makes them more alive, Jack.”

“What?”

“The skin becomes an oversensitive organ that makes one more passionate in the end.”

“But why?”

“It creates a deep-seated need in the slave, a desire, a yearning, a want to be touched and caressed. When one goes without physical contact of any kind one becomes desperate to acquire it in any way. By making a slave’s skin oversensitive it creates that need, that desire, that craving deep within to be touched in order to feel alive, Jack. In the end it creates a more desirable slave, a more wanton slave, a slave that’s easier to control.”

“Easier to control…? How?”

Glancing up and holding his gaze Daniel simply answered, “Because the slave is willing to do anything to be touched physically, Jack.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, Jack, anything. They want to please their master in any way. They need touch to thrive, without it they feel as if they are dead or dying. The silk, it helps sensitize the slave but also makes them feel vulnerable and makes them quiver as it glides across one’s body…”

“You’re speaking from experience now, aren’t you?”

Daniel responded by lowering his head.

Silence fell between them before Jack asked, “How long is a slave trained?”

“Sometimes months, sometimes years… It depends on how difficult a challenge they pose.”

“And if they aren’t able to be trained? What then, Daniel?”

“They’re either executed or sold, or are lowered in rank and treated no better than an animal, a beast of burden.”

“Like you.”

“No. I’m not treated like an animal, Jack.”

“Right…”

“I’m a pleasure slave. I have one of the highest ranks a slave can attain.”

“Then why have you been named after a dog?”

“In Mara’s court Sabala and I are charged with one of the most important roles and duties, that of guardians to our lord and his lands.”

“Who is Sabala?”

“He’s a slave who serves as I.”

“Is he a pleasure slave too?”

“No. No he isn’t. Therefore he’s not required to attend his master at all times as I am.”

“So how did you become one and he didn’t?”

“Our master selected our status. He wishes me to serve as a pleasure slave and Sabala is mainly kept for domestic chores.”

“So your status and his aren’t equal?”

“We both share the duty of guarding the master and his lands.”

“But your status and his aren’t equal. Why?”

Daniel fell silent for several moments before continuing, “I’m required to attend My Master wherever he may go…”

“But why? Why are you required to and Sabala’s not?”

Daniel focused intently on Jack before asking, “How much do you know about the Goa’uld, Jack?”

“They’re parasites who take human’s as hosts and…”

Jack’s eyes widened and shock filled him as he stared intently at Daniel managing, “You’re…you’re his chosen one, aren’t you?”

“Chosen one?”

“Yes, the one he’ll take if…if something happens to him. No, Daniel, no…”

“Yes Jack.”

“Is that why you’re educated and…?”

“Partly yes, partly no.”

“I don’t…”

“Understand… I know, Jack, and that’s okay really…”

“No. No it isn’t. There’s so much, so much I don’t understand about you, about him, about this place…but I want to, Daniel, I want to very much.”

Daniel blushed stuttering over his reply before managing, “I need to go, Jack. I’ll…I’ll see you later.”

* * * *

Disturbed by the discussion he had just had, Daniel found he wanted nothing more than to be left alone, but he was required elsewhere. He slowly approached his master hesitating as he found that the last thing he wanted to do was serve another. He considered refusing his master’s command and feigning illness to avoid having to face an evening of offering up his body to another for their carnal pleasure but knew that he’d be made to serve regardless. He had no choice in the matter. He would serve diligently whether or not he risked losing what precious little remained of his soul in the process.

Swallowing hard he forced himself to approach his master unaware that he had started to unconsciously wring his hands together in the process. He was determined to refuse but when faced by Mara all he could say was a quiet, “Master, please don’t make me do this,” that only succeeded in triggering his master’s ire as he snapped back, “Sarameya, are you questioning me?”

He swallowed hard lowering his head before managing, “My Master, no My Master. I wouldn’t dare.”

“Hmm…”

He felt very nervous and kept his gaze firmly rooted to the ground awaiting his master’s next comment and tensing as his master began to pet his hair before speaking softly, “Sarameya, you disappoint me. You have never refused to follow a command of mine before. This Jack, he has been a negative influence on you.”

“No…”

His master’s voice grew stern as he simply said, “Sarameya…”

Lowering his head and swallowing hard he quickly apologized, “My Master, I’m sorry, My Master. I meant no disrespect.”

“You never do, pet. You never do. Yet still you challenge me. Must I send you back to the dungeons, my sweet? Would time back in the dungeons teach you how to be more respectful and obedient to your master, pet? Or shall I discipline you further by extending your time with him?”

Tensing as he heard the emphasis on “him” and knowing who it was his master was referring to he quickly answered, “My Master, no, My Master…”

“Then you will please him, and you will not resist him. You will do as I have commanded and you will please him like no other. He will be shown your true talent in the sensual arts.”

“But I…,” quickly falling silent he bit his tongue aware that he was about to argue further with his master. Closing his eyes tightly he instead chose to say, “My Master, yes, My Master. I will please him as you have asked.”

“Hmm yes you will, and you will get paid for your services, pet. Perhaps in treating you as your status implies you will learn to respect me again.”

Lowering his head further he quietly answered, “My Master, yes My Master.”

He felt a pat to the head before he was ordered to be presentable and await his ‘visitor’. He was scared and nervous. Turning away from the door he gazed towards the window and closed his eyes tightly feeling as if he were preparing to enter into the fiery depths of hell and knowing that he wasn’t too far off with that assessment.

It was several moments before a light knock on the door had him softly imploring, “You may enter.”

He listened as the door slid open to admit his guest and tensed further knowing he had no choice but to serve as was commanded of him. His master had decided to rent him out for the night to one of his associates, an associate he feared with all his being.

Tensing further he jumped as the rope came down over his head to rest against his neck before being drawn taut. He sat tense trying desperately not to move knowing that should he do so the noose would be pulled tighter. It was his guest’s favorite “toy”.

As the rope was tugged he allowed himself to be pulled back against the man and swallowed hard as his visitor chuckled before saying, “I have missed you, beautiful Syama. Your master has been keeping you on a rather short leash. I was very pleased when he invited me to partake of his favorite pet for the evening.”

He swallowed hard hissing only to be cut off as the rope was pulled tighter temporarily blocking off his air. As his vision momentarily blanked he heard the question that signaled their time together was about to officially begin, “When you are with me, beautiful Syama, what do you bow to?”

Licking his lips as he felt the rope loosening slightly he managed, “Naga-pasa, to the naga-pasa...”

“And what exactly is that?”

Swallowing harder as the rope again tightened around his throat he managed, “Noose…”

“Noose of what, Syama?”

“The noose of…Varuna…”

“And why must you bow to the noose, Syama?”

“Because when I serve you I am…”

His visitor’s breathing increased and he could feel the man’s arousal through the thin silk he wore. His fear only built and as the man whispered in his ear, “When you serve me you are what, Syama? Speak.”

He felt the fear nearly choke him. As the noose tightened slightly he nodded before responding to his visitor’s inquiry, “Serving in Naraka to pay the penance I owe.”

“Hmm yes and what is Naraka, Syama?”

“The lowest world, where the wicked are punished after death...”

“Very good and why must you pay a penance?”

“Because I have…” without conscious thought he released a deep-throated moan as his visitor’s free hand wrapped around his now hard cock. He didn’t want to respond or react to the man but found he couldn’t resist. As the hand began to gently pump him he felt his insides quiver and soon he was pushing against the one tormenting him. He tried resisting but was urged by strokes and caresses to surrender and as the noose tightened further around his throat he was certain that he would soon explode.

He felt his head being turned and lips soon came down upon his own, crushing them before the man’s tongue began to trace them, urging stubborn lips to part. He paused in his coaxing to whisper hoarsely, “Come Syama allow me entrance into your pretty mouth.”

He responded by allowing his head to fall gently back while releasing another drawn out moan and panting as his visitor began to increase the speed of his pumping. Within moments he was gently rolling his head from side to side thrusting into the hand tormenting him and drawing extreme pleasure from what was being done to him. Hearing the man whisper into his ear again he nearly lost it, “Why must you pay a penance, Syama?”

“Uh, ahh, hmm…because…”

He stumbled over his reply unable to force the words from his now parted lips finding that he was fast approaching orgasm and as the rope tightened further around his neck he released a strangled cry of bliss shuddering violently as a finger pressed into his perineum. Feeling frustration consume him he began to twist his body only halting when the noose tightened to the point that he could no longer draw air into his lungs. He felt panic consume him and struggled to breath hearing a soft insistent voice urging, “Breathe with me Syama, breathe with me. That is a command, listen to my breathing and do as bid.”

Forcing his mind to focus and feeling relieved as the tension on the noose lightened up to allow air to enter into his lungs he forced himself to comply with the command given.

His visitor smiled before whispering, “Good, good, very good Syama. Now I want you to listen very closely to my next command. You will follow my command without question, do you understand?”

A nod of the head was his response, which urged him to continue, “Very good. Now what I want you to do is continue to match your breathing with mine. Do you understand me, Syama? You breathe WITH me.”

Another nod urged him to ease up on the noose further before he drew the slave closer while continuing to pump him ever so slowly. Syama was cooperating beautifully now matching his breathing with him and managing to slow his thrusting down to match the rate he was pumping him. As the slave continued to release quiet moans of pleasure he chuckled again before saying, “Do you know what Patala is, Syama?”

“No My Lord.”

“It is another name for the lowest realm of the underworld. It is the realm of ultimate physical gratification, a place where one is pushed to and beyond bliss as they are stroked, caressed, licked, kissed, ridden to the height of euphoria and beyond. They are driven to the height of pleasure again and again. They ache to come and come hard when they do. Over and over and over again they are tormented until they are writhing in anguish, writhing in pain as their desire for climax consumes them…”

He grinned wickedly as Syama began to release soft mewls, already beginning to writhe in his arms as he again increased the rhythm of his pumping. When Syama began to thrust with his pumping he laughed before whispering, “You shall surrender all to me once more, Syama. Come surrender all to me. Come.”

And he did, hard, nearly screaming as he climaxed powerfully against his guest before becoming languid in the man’s arms.

Instead of removing his hand he cupped Syama tightly pinning him in place while adding more tension to the rope around his neck and whispered harshly, “Next time you will be mounted, Syama. I will take you like the beast you are. You will remain on all fours, and you will be ridden fast and hard. I will spare no mercy for you, and you will enjoy everything I do to you. I promise you that.”

Without conscious thought he released a soft moan as he felt a spike of pleasure grip him as his pelvic muscles tightened. When a finger grazed across his slit he shuddered in response feeling pre-cum slip out as a result of the stimulation. His visitor chuckled again before saying rather loudly, “I do believe you are becoming excited again, pretty one. Hmm shall I take you now, or is it much too soon for you?”

Mentally cursing his body’s need to respond to his tormentor he released a hoarse, “Please…” in reply to the question posed and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the man’s quiet taunting voice filled his ear with, “Not yet, Syama, not yet. When I ride you I want a willing body beneath me not one that has already been spent, so we will wait. We will wait, pretty pet.”

Rocking his hips ever so slightly into the hand still gripping him he released a breathless, “Hmm yes My Lord. We will wait,” nearly panting as his tormenter began to gently rub him, before twisting as the pressure became more than a little painful on his oversensitive cock.

The moment he began to twist releasing a soft grimace was the moment his visitor ceased caressing his cock and instead chose to begin brushing his hand ever so lightly across his inner right thigh. He whispered, “Yes we will wait, for you are not yet ready.”

Syama nodded before finding himself relaxing further against the one imprisoning him in his arms. He knew that he should be resisting and fighting, hell screaming, to be released but found that all he wanted at the moment was to be touched.

Feeling the tension ease on the rope he released a sigh before settling further against the man, closing his eyes as he drew comfort from the closeness being offered. He knew that he should feel dirty and angry but at the moment he just wanted to revel in the tender touch that he seldom felt at any other time. Later he would deal with the shame and guilt that came with serving one in the bed chamber, much later. Right now he’d willingly accept the touch that at the moment made him feel as if he actually existed, as if he were actually important to someone, for he seldom experienced such things.

As if reading his thoughts his visitor asked, “Syama does your master provide you with comfort? Does he touch you in the way a lover does? Does he show you that you are precious to him, or does he only come to you when he desires to be pleasured? I sense that he is concerned only with himself and that saddens me. You should be cherished and loved. You should be cared for not locked away only to appear when your master permits it. He should spend countless hours lavishing every inch of your luscious body. He should spend countless hours touching and stroking you hour upon hour, but I sense that he does no such thing. Ah, my beautiful Syama you live a lonely life. If only I could take you away from this place and show you what it means to be loved and cherished. Ah to know love, Syama, to feel it…that is a truly magnificent thing. I only hope that one day you too will experience it. Yes, perhaps someday, perhaps…”

He fell silent as he held the slave in his arms simply enjoying the physical contact. Yes, Syama was always pleasing to him. He never failed to be so. He would pay the slave well tonight for Mara had no knowledge of just how privileged one felt to simply hold the beautiful slave in their arms. It was a shame, really, an utter shame…

* *

It was several hours before Daniel found himself alone in his room again. He sat in the center of the bed with his legs drawn up against him, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as he rocked staring blankly at the wall before him. He didn’t move until he heard the door softly creak open, swallowing hard he turned, slightly surprised to see Narayana enter instead of his master.

Upon seeing him Narayana quickly approached lowering before him as he quietly inquired, “Daniel, did he hurt you?”

“No. No, he didn’t, no.”

“But?”

“It hurts Narayana. It hurts so much more than it should.”

Concerned Narayana brushed a stray strand of hair off Daniel’s forehead as he softly prodded, “What hurts?”

As Daniel slowly raised his left hand and placed it firmly over his heart Narayana felt as if he were just kicked in the gut and instantly drew the young man into his arms rocking him ever so slightly as he replied, “Ah Daniel I know. I know.”

Daniel said nothing only closed his eyes against the moisture that threatened to slide down his cheeks feeling the pain in his heart only continue to build.

* *

It took some time before Daniel found the strength to face Jack O’Neill again. He was nervous, anxious, scared and deeply ashamed of himself. He didn’t like to experience shame, so he buried the emotion so far down determined to face Jack head on. As Daniel entered he found he couldn’t look at Jack. He started to turn intent on leaving fearing he wouldn’t be able to speak with Jack after what had happened only hours before in his bed chamber when he heard the soft call, “Daniel…”

Drawing in a sharp breath he forced himself to turn and gaze at Jack ignoring the sudden stinging at the corners of his eyes as he focused intently on him. As Jack managed, “Ah Daniel come here,” he found himself moving of his own accord and mindless of the bars separating them quickly stepped into the arms outstretched towards him. Regardless of the bars between them Jack wrapped his arms around him and allowed the silence to stretch for several moments before interrupting it with, “How long were you trained, Daniel?”

He glanced up startled by the question expecting one far more personal than that and related to the events that had so recently transpired in his bed chamber. Shaking his head in surprise he managed somehow to answer, “Two, two years. I served eight months in the cage and the rest…learning how to be pleasing to men and women alike. I’ve been thoroughly trained in the sensual arts.”

“Two years?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because my master wanted to ensure that when I surrendered to him I would belong to him body and soul.”

“And do you?”

“I have no freedom and no rights, except those he grants me. I obey usually without question. I serve him in all things. I belong to him and bear his mark. I willingly bow to my lord and master…and even though I desire to be free, even though I don’t want to be here I still surrender all to him. What does that tell you, Jack?”

Hissing he felt two fingers gently urge his face up. He glanced briefly at Jack before down casting his eyes again quietly relishing in the feel of Jack’s thumb as it tenderly brushed his jaw line. He swallowed hard before the man before him broke the tense silence yet again, “That he has a very tight hold on you…”

Lowering his head again he managed, “I’ve been with him for a long time, Jack, for many…many years. I…he… I know no other world except the one I have lived, still live in with him.”

“You told me you weren’t always a slave…”

“I wasn’t, not when I was younger.”

“So you do know that there’s more to life than living in servitude.”

“I try not to think about it, Jack. It hurts too much to think of all that I’ve lost to him, so I make myself forget. It’s the easiest way for me to cope with what my life has become.”

“It may be the easiest way, Daniel, but should you really avoid it?”

“What?”

“Should…”

“Yes. Yes, Jack.”

“Why?”

“I learned a long time ago that it’s best not to dwell on what might have been, could have been or should have been. It took me several years to accept who I was to be. Those years were hell, Jack, and I care not to repeat them. I know who I am. I know what I am. I know what I can have and ignore what I want. Why, because slaves don’t desire anything… They’re not permitted to Jack, and once you accept that life runs a lot smoother.”

“But Daniel…”

Shaking his head he uttered words he was tired of uttering again and again, “There is no other life for me, Jack. That’s just the way it is for me. Whether it’s fair or just doesn’t matter. I must serve a lifetime. My owner ordains that, my status assures that. I’m property. I’m owned. I’m a belonging, Jack, therefore I will always serve. My only right in this life is to serve. There’s simply no other life for me. There can never be any other life for me. I’m not entitled to it.”

“But you were once free, Daniel. How can you accept that you’re property now? You were free, and you can be again. Why can’t you believe that? Why are you so certain that you’re nothing more then a belonging?”

“Because I am, Jack, and have been since I was a boy. I’ve known no other life than the one I now lead. I don’t recall much of anything before my capture. I remember them dying, and I remember wanting to die alongside them. I remember fighting, and I remember what life with them had been like, but other than that Jack? Other than that…? I don’t remember, Jack. I don’t remember. I had to force myself to accept my status. I spent years trying to find my place in the world, trying to accept my place. Every time I dared to even think of freedom I suffered for it, Jack. I suffered. I was beaten. I was punished until I learned what I was. I was treated no better than an animal in those early years, Jack. It was his way, his way of instilling in me what I am. Those lessons were very hard, Jack. I paid a high price to learn them, to accept them. I will never forget them. I will never forget what my status is. I know my place, and I know it will never change. I accept that. I have no choice BUT to accept that, Jack. And you, you don’t seem to be able to comprehend that. You don’t seem to be able to understand just what that means. How many times do Narayana and I have to explain this very thing to you before you understand it? Why can’t you accept it? Why do you have to always question? Why do you always have to confuse me so very much? Why, Jack? Why?”

“Daniel…”

He shook his head before lowering his gaze and saying, “I have to go, Jack. I’ll see you in the morning. I can’t…I can’t do this right now. I just can’t do it. I just…”

Turning abruptly he fled the dungeon and ran back to his room wondering what ever had possessed him to visit Jack so soon after serving in the bed chamber. Once in his room he threw himself on his bed. He then drew the covers over himself before curling inward again bringing his hand to his chest where he began to gently rub as the ache within only continued to build. Closing his eyes he attempted to sleep but found it extremely evasive as his mind dredged up memories of a time long ago when he had first arrived at the great palace of Kalachi. Tossing he remembered his master’s words on the day he had been sentenced to serve in the dungeons for daring to refuse him. He tried to silence the memories but found that they were anything but elusive this night. Instead they played out as if to remind him again of what he had been taught so very long ago.

My sentencing was a simple statement, a statement that literally terrified me, for even though I was so very young I still knew what it meant for me. I would suffer until he felt I had adequately learned that which he was trying to instill in me. At that time I think his plan was to attempt to bend me to his will. I don’t believe he wanted to destroy me…until I attempted to flee him. After that things became so much worse, after that my suffering only increased and that sentence he had passed on me continued to ring loudly in my ears…

“You will be cast into Ksarakardama for refusing to show proper respect to your master and owner. You will suffer many tribulations that will teach you of what you are, of what your true purpose in this life is. You will serve me there until you accept your proper station in this life, beast.”

Little did I realize at the time that what he meant was I would surrender all to him, bow to his rule and offer absolute obedience to the one who now owned me or I would die for my refusal. Little did I realize that while he was punishing me I would have to sacrifice my innocence to appease him, and little did I realize that in the end I would willingly become completely accepting of my proper station in life: his property, totally and completely.

Innocence was something I had at one time possessed, and it was one of the first things to be sacrificed upon surrendering to him. I had been captured at a rather young age, captured and imprisoned, unaware of what had truly happened to me, unaware of the danger I was in and of the direction my life would take. I had been naïve and innocent believing that people were not all evil, believing that somewhere in them was the capacity to do good, to be good. I had been foolish. I hadn’t realized just what my capture had meant for me. I knew that I was in danger, but I never feared that I’d remain lost.

When I was purchased I still possessed that innocence. I still believed that there was such a thing as hope. I hadn’t had it all dashed. In the first few months I struggled with trying to accept the direction my life was taking. I struggled with trying to hold onto hope. When I was propositioned I immediately refused determined to remain free and strong. I wouldn’t surrender at any cost. As a result I had again been proven a fool, for upon my refusal I found myself cast down into the deepest darkest pit in my owner’s dungeons and was given a very thorough education in what exactly hell was. My innocence began to wane and to fade. I started slipping deeper and deeper into despair. I began to lose myself, who I was as I faced day after day in utter darkness, scrambling about for scraps to eat, huddling in a dank damp corner rocking, always rocking, receiving nothing even when I begged for a blanket to stay warm, a drop of water to drink, a scrap of food to eat. I was ignored. I was abandoned. I was kept always in need, always in want, always on the verge because that is what my master desired of me. My time in the dungeons taught me a very important lesson: that I was property and that I was dependent on my owner for everything.

I initially fought against those lessons, refusing to accept them and each day I’d try to prove myself wrong only to be faced again with the stark realization that I was reliant on the man who had purchased me for my very life. The impact of that realization is what made my grasp on innocence disappear. When I felt it sliding through my fingers I chose to run but each time was recaptured. Still I was not to be dissuaded until my owner in his rage and anger threw me to the wolves, forcing me to literally walk through hell. He had shown mercy to others but none was spared for me as they hit me and kicked me, as they beat me and pummeled me. There was no mercy shown to me on that day and as I reached that sharply drawn line in the sand forcing legs that refused to support me to move I crossed over it and collapsed at the feet of the one who had stripped me of my innocence, showed me what suffering truly was and provided me with an education on the true meaning of defeat. After that day my innocence was lost, having been an unfortunate victim of the cruelty of men. I had none left after that and soon I fell into the web of corruption and deceit that would nearly tear out my very soul.

After that loss surrendering to my master was an easy choice to make. I could either surrender all to him, accepting that he had full control over my very life or I could return to the dungeons where I’d again be abandoned and left to die a most painfully slow death. I chose the former and never expected that a single inkling of innocence remained in my body…until more of it was destroyed as I was forced to undergo intense training on how to please men and women alike. After that I quickly learned that for me no such thing as modesty existed, no such thing as privacy existed, instead my life would consist of spending many hours naked on my back or on my knees willingly offering my body for the pleasure of others. For me my life would consist of serving all and being fully and completely submissive to all. For me there would be no life at all, for I was owned and controlled completely by another. I was ruled over and would never know what freedom was again, for a slave is never free and a slave serves unto death the whims of another.

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One Week Later…

Hearing the door open to admit his visitor Daniel nearly panicked. He couldn’t do this again, could he? He swallowed hard remembering vividly what he was told during his last visit: that he would be taken like the beast that he was on all fours, mounted like a dog, used like an animal instead of a human being. He wanted to be angry, to be outraged but instead he found he was excited. Hating him self even more he could only shake his head. He was trained for this very thing, trained for years on end in the sensual arts. He was trained to receive pleasure and to give it. It was his master’s wishes and all he could do was abide by them.

He moaned softly as he felt the rope settle down over his head to rest lightly against his vulnerable throat and as the tightness on the noose increased his moan grew deeper, his body more languid. As the man breathlessly whispered, “Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Syama,” he felt his body quiver with delight and knew that he would soon become lost.

Swallowing hard he licked his lips knowing what he was expected to say. He had been told what would occur on the next visit, so clenching his eyes shut tightly he waited for the tension on the rope to ease, feeling it he answered, “Fast and hard, My Lord, just as you have stated.”

“Yes and how shall I take you, Syama?”

“On hands and knees…”

“Like?”

Lowering his head further he continued, “Like the beast that I am.”

“Very good, Syama, I am very pleased that you have remembered my request.”

“My Lord, thank you, My Lord.”

“You may now lower.”

Feeling the tension on the noose lessen considerably he lowered to his elbows before raising his hips. He then parted his thighs and arched his back to force his hips even higher into the air before pressing his forehead firmly into the mattress he was perched upon thus fully exposing himself to his visitor’s view.

His guest inhaled sharply admiring the man kneeling before him. He was a most perfect specimen both beautiful and muscular. The man was perfect and he could hardly contain his enthusiasm. He noticed the way the man had lowered, forcing his attributes into the air thus showing him what his master owned. The red silk fell like a curtain down over the sinewy body bunching up about his shoulders from the position he was reclined in. His body was now open, displayed for the taking.

Clearing his throat his voice took on a roughened edge as he said, “You are indeed a most beautiful creature. Your master is lucky to own you. Does he too own your body or does your body still belong only to you?”

“My body is not mine to yield it belongs to my master as do I, therefore whatever is done to this body is done by my master’s will alone.”

“And your master desires this body to be breached, to be rented and to be pleasured?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you desire of this body?”

“I have no say in its usage as I have already said. I do not own my body. It belongs only to my master, for it is he who owns me.”

“Yes he does, and do you honor him as a pet should?”

Inhaling sharply he managed, “I…try to honor him as best I can.”

“You try?”

“Yes, My Lord, I try.”

“But you do not do?”

“Not always, My Lord. No.”

“Then perhaps this is why he has sentenced you to serve time in Naraka. When with me you are subjugated. You yield your body, you yield yourself to me. When in this room you bow to the power of the naga-pasa. When in this room you serve penance for your sins against your master.”

Feeling his guest’s hands upon him, aware that he was preparing to be breached he offered a quiet placating, “My Lord, yes My Lord,” before closing his eyes and bracing himself for penetration…

Naraka he says. I must serve time in Naraka. For what you might ask? For my crimes against My Lord and Master, of course.

Naraka is a Hindu term. It is the Hindu underworld, the Hindu version of hell. He says I must pay a penance, that I must be purged of my sins, but what sins must I be purged of? I have no say in whether or not I will serve another. It’s a command so for me is that still considered a sin? To join with someone, to draw carnal pleasure from one I am forced by My Master to please? If it is a sin then I say that Naraka is a twisted place, for how can you punish someone who’s already been punished?

Naraka has many intricate levels, and I believe I have been cast into several, but never is it as a result of what I have done. Rather it is a result of what My Master has done, so why then do I pay penance for HIS crimes?

Why? His answer is simple and harsh: “Because you are an object I choose to abuse, Sarameya, because you belong to me body and soul.”

I shudder in response to those simple words, for they strike such fear deep within me, fear that I will never become anything more than a beast who shall suffer throughout all eternity.

Naraka, he says I must serve time in Naraka, but I already do. I have spent most of my life serving in Naraka, so when may I ask will my penance be served? When may I ask will I finally be free?

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