The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall and just as the sands of time run on a wheel, some can choose to stay on it, while others can simply break it and forge their own destiny.

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Borathian

In the slaver city of Borathian, you would be forgiven to think this place as beautiful, for those on the outside looking in would only see the pleasant gardens with lush green trees that seemed to line every street and cobble every road, but come the eventide sky that would blossom red before the cooling of the land at night with bight colourful lights polluting the sky, the city welcomed the joy of the black heavens and what debauchery the moonlight brought with it. Within the walls of this once great city and deep inside the compound of the great 'House Tarthe' Lord Eblenorth Tarthe and Lady Catherine Tarthe, our story begins as a 'Kybele ****', Yelena, stood by her mistresses door, waiting, her eyes closed and standing with her back against the wall. Her naked flesh glistening from the candle light that flickered beside her as she breathed softly and awaited her mistresses voice.

"Yelena? Come." The voice of Lady Tarthe spoke, gentle but forceful and in no way a request as Yelena diligently stepped away from the wall, taking a short but deep breath as she done so and opened her eyes, before walking into Lady Tarthe's chamber.

There in all her naked, curvaceous beauty and in the centre of the room stood the familiar naked body of Catherine Tarthe, her torso adorned by her exquisite tattoo of the Unsung God, it's black as night hooded veil and long stretching tendrils that seemed to squirt out of it's body and act as if it moved across her abdomen as she swung languidly back and forth.

Bowing slightly before looking up, Yelena remembered the first time she saw that tattoo, almost five years to the day when Lord Tarthe bought and brought her into his home. She remembered how her voice had become strangled in her throat when she was first made to worship that tattoo, to kiss it and to love it. Over time she remembered how she then wished for that tattoo. Her wish, her hope, her desire to be one to bare it and feel its power inside her and her alone.

"Yelena," Catherine purred as she reached forward and then ran her fingers over the strange inking’s that decorated her body. The candle light washing over her body and dancing over her curves as she tilted her head backwards and let out a warm sigh. "Come here," she then whispered.

Bowing her head once more and stepping closer to her mistress, Yelena silently gasped as she was gripped at her hips and brought near, "I'm sorry we couldn’t take you with us," Lady Tarthe spoke as her hands wondered over Yelena’s soft supple skin. "I've missed these," she said, cupping her breasts and giving them a gentle squeeze before then crudely adding, "And this!" She moaned with a sinister smile, grabbing at Yelena’s crotch and tightening her grip as she pulled upwards.

**** on her breath and trying to remain as upright as possible, Yelena crossed her eyes for a moment. This wasn't new behaviour, but still every time the Lord and Lady of House Tarthe needed to go away for business, Yelena was always subjected to more groping and cruder remarks upon their return and every time, it always caught her off guard.

"Have you missed me?" Lady Tarthe purred as she turned Yelena around on the spot, almost as if inspecting her property and making sure she was just as good now as she was before she left.

"Yes my Lady, I've missed you desperately." Replied Yelena as she was inspected further.

"Did you shave your head today?" Catherine questioned as she turned Yelena to face her and allowed her hand to rest on her ass.

"No mistress, yester-ah" Yelena barely managed to explain before she yelped and stood on her toes as Lady Tarthe shoved her finger, hard against her ass.

"Hmm," Lady Tarthe disappointedly moaned before retracting her finger and bringing it up to her mouth. "You shall shave tomorrow and then bathe me." She grunted.

"Yes mistress," Yelena quickly replied, bowing her head once again and noticing the pulse in her mistresses throat, the flush in her cheeks and the clench of her jaw as she then bit down on her lip in concentration, as if trying to remain angry.

"Come," Catherine then murmured before turning around slowly and walking to her bed.

Instantly feeling her sex getting wet, Yelena stood silently, she knew her place and waited for her mistress to assume her position. She knew to wait for a further instruction, too eager to please and her mistress would become bored, too shy or **** and she would be cast out.

Smiling back and knowing that Yelena would wait as she had done many times before, Catherine climbed up onto the bed then turned and faced her ****, her hands splaying out over the soft golden sheets of her bed and arching her back in supplication. "Still so beautiful," She whispered, her voice just as low and soft as before as she lay backwards and spread her legs.

Standing as still as possible, Yelena let a small smile cross her lips out of embarrassment, she knew of her beauty but this was her Lady. This was her Owner. She would worship, obey and please this woman until told otherwise and she would wait on hand or foot patiently for any order.

"Now, now you may come," Catharine cooed as she wiggled her hips and held her breath waiting for her slaves warm embrace.

Softly crossing the room, her naked body shining against the candle light and lying down next to her Mistress, Yelena smiled as she snuggled up, her petite frame almost dwarfed by her owners as she ever so softly kissed her shoulder before then reaching up and taking her hands, rubbing them over her bare breasts and bringing them to her face, kissing them gently and tenderly.

Smiling approvingly, Lady Tarthe turned slightly then ran her thumb over Yelena’s lips, before uttering "Please me."

Listening to her command and not in control of her mistresses hands anymore as they cupped then squeezed at her face, Yelena reached down with her hand and gently moved her fingers along the sagging, relaxed flesh of Catherine's thighs. Her fingers moving gently as they made contact with her vagina.

"That's it," Catherine murmured as she leaned up, breathless as she took in the scent of Yelena’s gentle soul, her aroma so soft and velvety, "Yes, faster, " she breathed out loudly as Yelena continued to work her fingers through her slit, teasing her, feeling her stiffen slightly before she found and rubbed her clit with the flat of her finger, rubbing faster and faster then slowly pushing her fingers down.

Gasping a little as she felt her labia open up for her slaves fingers. Her nerves tingling as her toes curled slightly and her nipples hardened. "Yes," Lady Tarthe purred as she bite her lip then pulled Yelena to her breast.

Suckling on Catherine's nipple and rubbing against her clit, Yelena then used her other hand on herself, pushing the end of her finger inside her pussy, stroking herself ever so gently as she continued to work her mistresses now sodding, wet, cunt.

"That's it, right there," Catharine moaned as Yelena felt a little resistance against her finger as she reached her opening, then more and more as it went deeper until finally the full length and width of her finger was neatly nestled within her mistresses cunt.

Sighing in joy and relief as she felt the tight little ring of muscles let her finger slide in, Yelena pushed gently and another finger immediately followed, as she pressed down and up then down again, teasing her deep inside the warm and pulsating vessel that was her mistresses sex, she then worked them in and out, slowly at first and then picking up the pace until soon, she found herself thrusting her fingers in and out, in and out faster and faster before she sat up and straddled Lady Tarthe's thigh. "Oh fuck," She whispered, continuing to work her fingers in and out of Lady Tarthe's pussy but gyrating ever so slowly on her thigh and beginning to feel her own orgasm build and take over her entire body, she let out a light moan as her body went rigid as she struggled to hold back the orgasm as it built inside her.

"Please..." she heard herself moan through clenched teeth, "Oh f..." she then moaned as Catherine grabbed at her waist and smashed her thigh against her sweet delicate hole.

"That's it," Catherine purred before she then pulled Yelena face down to her nipple again, then began pumping her hips upwards.

Grunting and gasping for air, Yelena suddenly felt the bed begin to shake, her body shaking and Catherine's too beneath her.

"Oh my G-O!" Lady Tarthe cried as she felt her pussy convulse with a powerful orgasm.

"Ahh... I'm... Ahhhh... I... Oh my God..." Yelena whimpered as she tried to peel herself away from her mistresses thigh. But all too late, Catherine grabbed at her waist again, flipped her over onto her back and pressed her thigh down into her soaked little hole once more, making her own orgasm hit her full ****.

"Oh no... Not again..." Yelena moaned, as she tried again to pull herself away from her mistress, but this time she wasn't fast enough. "Oh come on!" Yelena then whimpered as Catherine drove her leg forwards and then sunk to Yelena’s chest and gently began biting into her soft, tender flesh, letting her teeth sink into her nipple a little before suckling onto her. Wincing and letting out a gasp of pain, Yelena tried to pull herself away and get free but the harder she tried the harder Catherine **** her thigh into her.

"Oh, how I missed you," Catherine grunted in time with her thrusting as Yelena gave a light nod. "You like this, hmm? This?" Catherine questioned, her eyes on fire with lust as she slowly worked a finger into Yelena’s wet little hole and began to suck on her nipple once again.

"Y-yes..." Yelena moaned, squirming and shivering as her mistresses finger ran in and out of her pussy while still sucking on her tit. She soon began panting hard in excitement as she felt the first tingles of another orgasm creep up from inside her and Catherine knew what was happening as she quickly sped her fingers up, gaining speed and gaining more and more power, humping her fingers in and out and beginning to pinch Yelena’s clit whilst she groaned in excitement.

"That's right, cum... Do you like that?" Catherine asked as Yelena nodded her head up and down. "You're mine, I'm your Goddess. I love you Yelena... And you will be with me forever, I will never let you go," Catherine said, her voice dripping with passion and love that Yelena was unsure of how to interpret. "Oh fuck!" she then cried out, her legs wrapping around Catherine's waist.

"Mm? Oh... Ahh... Oh fuck yes... My Goddess... Your Goddess... That's it," laboriously echoed out of the chamber from the two lovers as Yelena’s pussy exploded in another painful, powerful orgasm that even Catherine was unprepared for. As soon as the final wave hit her, Catherine wasted no time in straddling Yelena’s waist and dragging her pussy up over her flesh until she was sat on top of her chest.

"Hmmm," Catherine purred, holding her breath as she slowly slid her soaked, throbbing pussy onto Yelena’s lips, "My sweet ****..." she then grunted, pushing the tip of her clitoris onto Yelena’s open mouth and letting out a little groan as Yelena greedily sucked at her tingling flesh.

"Yes.." Catherine hissed as she rocked her hips back and forth, her clitoris and labia separating and engulfing Yelena's hungry tongue. "All mine, always. Forever," she added as she grabbed Yelena’s head, pulling her face further into her crotch until her pussy lips were locked together with Yelena's mouth in a passionate kiss.

"Oh, oh..." Catherine purred, her fingers digging into Yelena's head as she held her breath and felt her young slaves tongue work its wonders on her. "Ahhhh... Oh fuck yes... Mm..." Yelena moaned, licking and sucking along with her mistress as she felt her own body begin to spasm with another orgasm coming.

"Oh my sweet little ****..." Catherine moaned as she leant backwards and grasped at Yelena's breast. "That's right, come for me..."

"Y-yes..." Yelena replied breathlessly, following along and moaning with her owner as her body convulsed once again, the walls of her pussy contracting and her pussy leaking out onto the golden bed sheets.

"Good little ****," Catherine praised, easing off and breathing heavily as she felt the happy aftertaste of their shared release on her tongue. "You're a good little ****," she said, and as Yelena gave a small 'ahhhhhhh' as she slid down her body, leant in closer and gave her a small kiss on the lips. "Now go and get cleaned up. I'll be with Lord Tarthe," she added, pulling away and leaving Yelena on the bed, cold, sweating and alone.