Abigail

Sparring

They boiled me alive….! God…! Have mercy on me…! Kill me….! Shouts Abigail inside as she feels like she was drowned in a hot lava…. Each passing time was a torment…. She can feel her bones cracking, joints popping, wounds like it were being pour with strong acid, she feels like her blood seeping out of her body and replaced with the hot lava that burned her from the inside and nothing she can do but squirm, as her body covered with the liquid….

*****

After one full gruelling week, she was hoisted off the liquid, and now she found herself stands in front of Dorian and Aaron, weak, wobbly, pale, a little thinner, at the master’s study…..

“Open your tunic… I want to see your recovery….” Ordered Dorian, which Abigail, who wishes everything just go away quickly, follows and loose her tunic, leaving her body completely naked in front of the men….

“Turn around…” said Dorian who then nods in approval after seeing the result of the medication….

Her wounds were healed, her broke bones were set, her joints pops back to where they should be….

“Good… you’re healed….. Come….” Said the man while Abigail keeps silent, really wanted to get some rest after being tortured, despite for her own recovery, in the medical bath….

Weakly, she followed the two into the basement….

She was trembling upon setting her foot at the place… It may be spacious, filled with old and new workout equipment and a martial art mattress laid at one corner, and a jacuzzi tub at the other….

But still, coming down to a basement in a manor still haunts her…. The memory of the basement under the house of Murad….

She tries to shook that memory off, and handed Dorian her gym bag, where he takes out a pair of wrist wrap, donned them…

“Take my robe….” Said Dorian, ordering the girl who stepped in the mattress, and takes the robe off the man, who then removing his own toga, and tossed it to Abigail who was startled but quickly gain her composure, picked up the toga, step out the arena, kneel on the side with seiza position , folded the robe and toga neatly, place them carefully on her right side, and then watched the two on the mattress….

And somehow, she feels her face reddened as she saw Dorian and Aaron… Not only because they are both on their loincloth, but to see their athletic muscular body, despite their age that must have been at the end of their forties, their body was still maintained so well….

Usually, the house slave lowered their gaze below and not looking directly towards their masters or mistress unless asked to, yet Abigail looked at her master and the drill master spars lie they were fighting of their lives….

She looks how both of the men punch, choke, lock, smash, grab, toss, throw, bashing on each other, until a bell of a digital alarm clock sounded, when they both sat in the mattress, bow to each other in mutual respect….

“Apologies Master, before I take my leave, I have matters to talk to you about this sparring….” Said Aaron who get a nod from Dorian and have the man explains what was lacking on his movement, how he should move or react, work out on his timing…. He was very acute dan meticulous…. No wonder Dorian trusted him to be the drillmaster….

“Apologies, Master, I will take my leave….” Said Aaron and leave the man still sitting at the centre of the mattress before he said…

“Come here….” He ordered to Abigail as he stood up and saw the girl come and stand before him, gaze down the mattress….

“You hear the drillmaster…. I need more exercise… Hands here…” He said that makes Abigail stunned…

I’m to spar with him…? Is he being serious…? Thought Abigail, trembling, but put her hands on her master’s shoulder before…

Thud…!

“Argh….!” Abgail shouts as her body pulled over her master’s shoulder who then slammed her to the mattress….

“Again…!” He ordered to the girl who groans, winches, yet managed to get up just to get tossed and slammed to the mattress again, making her tunic out of place, and leaving her private parts exposed….

But her master seems not to take any note, and keep on practising the input given by Aaron…..

Abigail was trembling, her body hurt all over…. Her master slammed her, choke her, submission her, making her scream, beg, and tap….

“Check on the water, make sure it was warm enough….” Ordered Dorian that makes Abigail literally crawled on the floor to get to the tub, before forcing herself to get up, and check on the water which feels just right…

“The water is ready…. Amster…” She said weakly, and sigh silently, knowing that the master for sure wanted her to clean him too….

Abigail turned her gaze, as he saw her master removes his loincloth and seat at a small chair, next to the tub….

Abigail bit her lower lips as he saw the broad shoulder of her master, and toned back, with scars that shows that the man had his share in fights….

She then started to soap the back of her master, and her heart beating even faster….

She has serve the man before, when she was just a house slave, and it was never this up and close, and now, she touches the strong back of her master, and somehow it makes her heart pounding even faster, especially when she has to lean forward, so she can reach her master’s toned abs, and makes her breasts pressed to his back, and the tingling sensation rushed inside her body….

Her heart beating like a drum when she now cleans her master’s legs, and she, like it or not, had to see the phallus of the man…..

She then washes the soap away with the hot water from the tub, until the man feels that he needs more cleaning, so he stands up, and let the girl washes his waist down….

“Don’t forget to clean that… You know what to do….” Said Dorian that makes Abigail swallows hard….

She knows exactly what her master means and wanted…. And so, with trembling hand, she gripped her master phallus gently and started to lick the phallus like she would an ice cream…..

Doing what she does right now is no longer something unusual, strange, or taboo to her…. Her time at the pirates island, where she was constantly forced to take phalluses in her mouth, or her time at the dominion of her Master, at the mansion, with the fighters, at the plantation, with the worker, where, she did what she did because it was her duty, and sometimes she did enjoy, which mostly caused by the alcoholic drink she was given or take so she managed to enjoy those phalluses inside her mouth, or inside her….

And now, without any alcohol, she went back to the default of doing her tasks, where she gives her best to please the man, and not get another punishment from him…..

“Mmmppphhh…” She moans as the man pulls his phallus off her mouth and went inside the jacuzzi….

“Come….” He ordered Abigail who then stand up and get inside the tub as the man grabbed her slim waist and lower her to his lap….

“Nggghhhh! Aaaaahhhhh….!” Moan Abigail as she feels her Master phallus part her labia and slid inside her vulva….

She was still quite dry, and the water makes the penetration more uncomfortable….

But know that her task was to please, she tries to fight the uneasiness in her most private part and started to rock her hips gently, moving back and forth, grinding, riding her master phallus and feel her vulva get lubricated from her Bartholin’s gland….

And that lubrication flows more extensively as she feels her master started to grope her breasts, gentle yet firm…

“Ah…. Master….” Moans Abigail who is sitting on her master’s lap facing towards the man…..

His master might be not that overly handsome, but his aura and charisma make anyone, now including her fall for him and wishes to obey and give him their best….

And she now experiences firsthand what the concubines described about the man, he was hard, strong, and his stamina was of that of a racehorse, that makes her unable to withstand much longer and scream in ecstasy as her orgasm hits her….

But the man was far from finished….

Oh God…! He is strong…! She thought as Dorian make her support herself at the edge of the jacuzzi as he penetrated her from behind, pounding her vigorously, making her tremble and after a while hit by yet another orgasms, again and again, until finally the man unloads his seed inside the fainted girl whose hands, upper chest and head dangling out of the tub…..

“Unh…” Abigail groans as Dorian put smelling salt under her nose that forced her to awake and weakly comes out the tub….

“Break is over, resume training…” He said, that makes Abigail tremble in despair but followed the man who already wears his loincloth to the mattress and makes her his sparring partner…