Rowan’s Key (The Rebellious Slave 1)

Rowan's Key (The Rebellious Slave 1)
Mikala Ash
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“Go to the kitchens,” Mistress said to Rowan as she surfaced from her husband’s kiss, her face smeared with the silvery glaze of Chin Lau’s cum. “Bring us wine.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Rowan climbed off the bed and padded across the chamber’s cold floor. At the door she picked up her coarse rust-colored tunic and dropped it over her shoulders. She glanced back at the bed. Master had his head buried in Chin Lau’s groin and Mistress was climbing onto her slave’s willing face.

Rowan’s pussy pulsed with desire, knowing what Chin Lau’s tongue was capable of. She frowned. How did she know that?

Here at the Hold he hadn’t used his tongue on her yet and she had no memory at all of the time before. So how did she know he licked her pussy so well she would go into spasms of ecstasy with every touch of his agile tongue?

Apart from the obvious fact that there must have been a time before the Hold, she had no awareness of her life before the cold and rainy day she had been pushed off the slave cart in the Hold’s dank courtyard.

As she made her way downstairs to the kitchens she puzzled over this overwhelming sense she and Chin Lau had known each other in the past. They must have, she reasoned. Why else would her pussy warm and her honey flow every time he came near and when they had sex their bodies seemed to know each other so well.

Every night for the last six terms Master and Mistress ordered them to perform. The scenarios were similar to the one in which they had just been engaged. Master was keen to get his new wife with child -- his or Chin Lau’s, he didn’t seem to care -- and he believed that to do so she had to be as aroused as humanly possible.

Yet every time they made love Chin Lau did something that sparked a trace of a memory. He knew her body too well to be a stranger. He would touch her in a dozen different ways with a confident familiarity and knowledge. He knew how to make her come with just a touch and, conversely, how to delay her orgasm until just the right time. On her side, she also knew when he was close to coming. She too knew how to make him come or hold back as the case demanded. She was certain this intimate knowledge meant they knew each other from before and knew each other well.

But what was before? Her memories began suddenly with her arrival at the Hold. It was as if her consciousness had been switched on when the cart’s door slid open and the Overseer pushed her and the other dozen slaves out into the cold wet courtyard. Before that cruel awakening there was only darkness.

The stimuli… what a curious word… which elicited those memory traces, such as the feel of Chin Lau’s cock on her tongue or the sight of him eating Mistress’s pussy, were all sexual… stimuli.

Rowan thought it strange that nothing else of her past would emerge from the darkness except sexual memories and strange unfamiliar words.

The wall of darkness in her memory troubled her and she instinctively felt for the silver collar at her neck. The slave collar was a surgically implanted device, which could not be removed except by the Master’s Key. An organo-metallic thread was looped around her jugular vein so any unauthorized removal would instantly kill her. Not that she had ever thought to remove it. To do so was simply unthinkable. She stroked the silvery metal and felt a perverse sense of tranquility descend over her. She felt that same strange calmness every time she touched it.

Rowan wondered why she found it so hard to remember the past. Generally, as soon as she started thinking about her and Chin Lau she’d get distracted. Granted, they were usually fucking each other senseless at the time so it was no surprise she’d be distracted, but all the same…

She needed to see Chin Lau alone and ask him if he had the same strange thoughts.