The Dragon's Slave

A Submissive Slave

I awoke to someone shaking me roughly. “Get up you lazy girl!” The woman snapped me. She was a young woman, just a few years older than me, with long golden hair tied up in a fashionable French braid. She was absolutely beautiful, dressed in purple velvet that looked fit to be worn by a queen. “The sun rose more than an hour ago. You’ll have to be up with the sun to get your chores done on time. The Dragon King is not a patient man!”

I rolled over and rubbed at my eyes sleepily. I didn’t realize how late it was. I must have been exhausted because I was crying all night long. The woman must’ve noticed this, because she gasped out in horror. “Oh heavens above girl, your eyes are bright red! What in the world were you crying for? You’re a servant of King Thunder now, and the King expects his slaves to look the part. Come on!”

“Where are we going?” I asked the woman, but she didn’t answer. She just took me by the arm and dragged me into a lushly decorated room filled with beautiful women. I had never seen anything like them before. They were far more beautiful than any of the girls in my village. All kinds of women. Blondes and brunettes and red heads, all dressed in the finest silks and satins that money could buy. They looked like princesses. But I soon realized that they were not. These were the Dragon King’s slaves. And now I was one of them. I could barely get my head around it. These women were the embodiment of perfection, and I was just, plain, tomboyish Arabella. There was no way I would ever be able to fit in with them.

“Sit down!” the blonde woman ordered me, and started applying make up to my face. “Keep still. I need to cover the red around your eyes and make you presentable for his majesty.” Honestly, I didn’t think there was much point. I doubted that any amount of make up in the world could ever make me beautiful, but was shocked when the woman finished applying make up and held up a mirror for me.

The transformation was incredible. She had completely covered the red around my eyes and you couldn’t tell that I had been crying at all. But she had done more than that. My skin was completely flawless, with red blush to accentuate my high cheek bones. My eyes looked even bigger than usual, with gorgeous smokey eye shadow that was light in the inner corners and then got gradually darker as it reached the edge. I also had a thick, volumizing mascara to accentuate my long eyelashes, and my lips were painted a deep, dark red. I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. “My stepfather would throw a fit if he saw my like this.” I thought to myself happily.

“Now, put this on,” the blonde woman said as she threw a glittery gold dress at me. I was embarrassed getting changed in front of all of the other women, but a lot of them were changing too, half naked or in their underwear, and nobody seemed to mind, so I did it anyway. The dress was gorgeous but far more revealing than something I would usually wear. I felt practically naked wearing it. It was extremely low cut, showing off my cleavage and there was a slit at the side of the skirt which showed off my long, slender legs.

“Are you sure this is all right?” I asked the blonde haired woman, but she just looked at me like I was an i***t.

“All right? Girl, look around you, all of the king’s slaves dress this way,” she told me, as as my eyes roamed the room I realized that this was true. All of the women were wearing clothes that were just as revealing as mine, or even more revealing. “It’s what you’ll be expected to wear now, so get used to it.”

It was a big shock to the system that I would be expected to wear clothes like this. All my life I had been told by my stepfather to keep myself covered up, so that no boys would ever take interest in me. Now I was expected to wear clothes that made me look like a prostitute. It made me feel very embarrassed and uncomfortable. I was actually starting to miss my old, dirty rags.

“Now, come with me to the kitchens,” the blonde woman instructed me. “The master has requested that you serve him breakfast this morning. I suggest you do not displease him.”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll do my best,” I told the lady, nervously. At least serving breakfast was something I could do. My stepfather had forced me to make breakfast for him ever since I was a child, so I had plenty of experience. “Sorry, but can I ask, what’s your name?”

“Jezebel,” the woman replied, though she didn’t sound too friendly when she said it. “I already know yours. Arabella. Sounds like the name of a common country girl to me. Not worthy to be serving a king.”

“I am a country girl,” I admitted, not ashamed of that fact. “I know I’m just a commoner, and not a lady like you, but I can’t change where I was born. It doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

Jezebel scowled at me, as if she were disgusted by the very thought of the idea. “Friends? With you? Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t be friends with a girl like you in a million years, and not just because you’re a filthy commoner. Here in the dragon’s kingdom, we only exist to serve the dragons. I serve the Dragon King himself, the most powerful dragon in the entire world. I must focus all of my attention on him. I don’t have time to be making friends with worthless slave girls like you.”

I hung my head low in disappointment as I followed her. It looked like I could forget the idea of ever finding a friend in a place like this.

I was surprised when I took the king his breakfast tray. It had sausages, eggs, bacon, mushrooms, beans and fried bread, the kind of food you would expect a human to eat, not a dragon. Still, I kept my head down and didn’t asked any questions while I served him. “Good morning your majesty,” I greeted the king politely as I entered his dining room. “I’ve brought you your breakfast,” I told him as I set tray down in front of him.

The Dragon King was in his human form and sitting in a beautiful golden throne. A large group of people sat around the table. It was strange. They all looked like humans, but a lot of them had very strange hair colors. Some of them had blue hair or green hair or red hair. Not natural ginger red, but dark red, almost like a ruby. I wondered who all of these people were and why they were important enough to eat at the Dragon King’s table.

“Good morning, my pet,” the Dragon King greeted me affectionately. “I see you are looking ravishing this morning. Slavery seems to suit you well.”

I was too nervous and embarrassed to say anything, so I kept my head down and stayed silent as I poured the king his brandy.

“You are wondering why I eat as humans do,” the king said aloud and I was shocked that he knew what I was thinking. It was like he could read my mind. “Of course, you realize that such a humble meal as this could never satisfy the hunger of a dragon, especially one as immense and magnificent as myself. We need large beasts like cows and horses and even elephants to keep our bellies full. Still, the concept of eating for enjoyment is something I have come to admire about you humans.

Most animals only eat out of necessity,” he explained. “Sheep do not delight in eating grass all day, nor do birds relish the taste of dirt covered worms. But humans, you have developed the art of turning simple, primal needs like eating and bathing and mating into acts of pleasure. It is a skill I like to think I have perfected over my many years.”

“I see,” I said with a smile. I suppose it was good to know that the Dragon King respected humans. It made me feel more comfortable around him. “Do you have a favorite food, your majesty? I can be sure to prepare it for you.”

“My favorite snack?” He asked, looking at me with seductive eyes, with a glass of brandy in hand. “It’s you, my dear,” he replied, sipping brandy as noisily as possible, maintaining eye contact.

His reply took me off guard, and made me so surprised and nervous that I actually dropped the bottle of brandy that I was serving him. All of the people in the room erupted into laughter at my clumsiness.

“I’m so sorry!” I gasped, grabbing a dish towel and dropping to my knees to try and clean up the mess I had made. I couldn’t believe I had just broken a bottle of the Dragon King’s favorite brandy. I would be brutally punished for sure!

“Oh, no need for apologies my dear, everyone makes mistakes,” the king said kindly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps the king wasn’t going to be a cruel master after all. He was certainly a lot nicer to me than my stepfather ever was. “Now, stop laughing, my children,” he told the other people at the table. “Do not tease the poor girl, it is her first day, after all. I expect you all to be kind to my new pet.” After he told them this, the Dragon King finished his breakfast and left the room.

But the people were not kind to me, and started mocking me as soon as he left the room. “I can’t believe you destroyed that bottle of brandy. It was worth ten times more then you were!” A woman with blue hair yelled at me. “You should lick it up off the floor. It’s the only way you’ll ever be able to taste anything so delicious.”

“Yeah, make her lick it up!” Yelled one of the men with dark red hair. “She made the mess, she should clean it up with her tongue!”

“Please don’t make me,” I begged all of the people with strange colored hair. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

“Well you found trouble!” A tall, beautiful woman with long silver hair yelled at me, and she stood on the back on my neck, pinning me down. “Go on, slave! Lick the floor until it sparkles!”

“Let her go!” I heard a man yell, and when he walked forward, I could see that it was Dracus, the man who had bought me and given me as a gift to the Dragon King.

The woman who was standing on my neck growled at him. “Come to defend the gift you gave to father?” she asked him. “If you like her so much why didn’t you just keep her yourself? You could use a slave of your own.”

“I have no need for worthless slaves!” Dracus yelled angrily. “But making her lick the brandy off the floor would be stupid. A mop and bucket would do the job much better. Now get your foot off her neck before I tell the Dragon King how you’ve been rough-handling his new toy.”

The silver haired woman glared at Dracus finally took her foot off of me. “Fine, if she’s so important to you. I never thought I’d see you caring so much about a puny human slave girl,” she mocked him.

“I’m not!” Dracus growled, but the other people were already walking away, apparently bored of the situation now that Dracus had spoiled their fun.

“Th-thank you,” I told him timidly before I went back to wiping up the brandy. “I’m so sorry about the mess I made, I’ll clean it up straight away… Ouch!” I squealed out loud as I cut my finger on a piece of glass.

“What happened?” Dracus asked as he approached me.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just cut my finger that’s all,” I replied as I held my finger in my other hand, trying to stop the bleeding. The cut was actually very deep, and hurt a lot more than I was letting on, but I tried my best to be brave and not let the pain show in my eyes. “It’s my own fault. I can be so clumsy sometimes.”

“Hold still,” Dracus told me as he got down on his knees and took my hand in his. “I have healing powers. I inherited them from my mother.” As he looked down at the cut, he put his own hand over it, and rubbed it softly and tenderly. When he took his hand away, the cut was miraculously healed.

“It’s gone,” I gasped with amazement, and smiled as I looked into Dracus’s black, gentle eyes. “Thank you,” I told him shyly. “It was so kind of you to heal me like that.”

Immediately Dracus snatched his hand away from mine. “Hmph!” he snarled at me. “I wasn’t being kind. Evil humans like you don’t deserve kindness! I only healed you so you wouldn’t get blood all over the floor!”

“But I’m not evil!” I objected, but Dracus wasn’t listening. He stormed away in anger, not looking back.

“What was that about?” I asked Jezebel, the blonde slave who was helping me serve breakfast. “Who were all those people, and why did they have such strange hair? I’ve never seen hair those colors before. Did they dye it?”

“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Jezebel asked me, shaking her head. “You know that dragons can take on human forms! Those are the Dragon King’s children. When a dragon transforms into a human, their hair is the same color as it’s scales.”

“Oh, I see!” I finally understood. No wonder they all looked so strange. They weren’t really humans at all. They were dragons in human form. “But what about Dracus?” I asked. He couldn’t be a dragon, because he had normal, black hair. “Who is he? And why does he hate humans so much? Also, where did he get his magical healing powers? Was his mother an elf, or an angel?”

“Shh!” Jezebel snapped at me. “We don’t speak of Dracus’s mother. Don’t ever ask that question again.” And then she left me to clear up the mess without giving me an answer.