TESE Episode 3
Two Empires, The Slave of the Empire (TESE)
3.
I don't know how much time passed, but I suddenly came to my senses. It was difficult to open my eyes as my right cheek was swollen. But that was probably a good thing. I struggled to sit up, with a throbbing pain around my hips. The overwhelming shame rushed over me, causing my jaw to tremble.
"How dare! How dare that damned bastard!"
El Giscard Fasher. I'll kill him. I'll definitely tear him apart!
My breathing became very heavy due to my anger towards him. No, rather than my anger at Giscard, my anger at myself rose to the very tip of my chin.
How could I have settled for such humiliation as a lowly slave? I had to suffer terrible humiliation from Giscard in return for peacefully sitting in a miserable slave's quarters. He doesn't have anything to criticize. Because slaves are essentially no different from dogs or pigs.
My owner, Count Vincenzio, was generous even to dogs and pigs, but if he changed his mind at any time, he could have thrown me into the gutter. A slave is someone who has to lick his feet when his master asks him to be a foot scrubber, and who has to take off his clothes on his own when he asks him to serve as a night attendant. Did I really not know that?
"Ray?"
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. My mother opened the door and rushed to my bed when she saw that I had awakened.
"Ray! Ray! Are you awake now?"
My mother hugged me tightly, tears filling her eyes. As I smelled her familiar scent, somehow my anger and trembling subsided a bit.
"Oh, Mother... Don't worry. I'm fine."
"Lies! You're so injured... like this..."
With tears in her eyes, she touched my injured cheek. Somehow, the desire to reassure my mother took precedence over anger about the current situation. Just as she had comforted me with her warm embrace, I wanted to do the same for her. I carefully managed my expression and spoke.
"I just got hit once, and my face is a bit swollen. It's nothing serious, so please calm down."
My mother still had tears streaming down her face, but she looked a little relieved after hearing what I said. In reality, it wasn't a big deal for a slave to return with a couple of hits.
Meanwhile, my father, who had arrived in the room, also comforted my mother, telling her not to worry. The slaves who couldn't come in because the room was small were standing near the door, worrying about me. But there was a bit of a commotion outside. Betty said with a puzzled look on her face.
"R-Ray...there's someone here to see you..."
Before Betty could finish speaking, a knight with red hair came striding into the room.
Giscard's personal knight. He is the same guy who had tried to capture me yesterday and ended up falling on the ground in disgrace.
"You’re awake now. Get up."
"..."
Instead of getting out of bed as he ordered, I frowned. The knight continued speaking arrogantly.
"You should consider it an honor to serve His Majesty once again "
"What?"
At that moment, the end of my voice rose automatically.
Calling me again? There are plenty of other women, why me again?
"How long are you going to delay? Don't you hear the command to get up?"
When I didn't move, the knight approached and grabbed my arm. I unpleasantly shook off his hand.
"Let go! I'll go on my own!"
"What? Well, I've never seen a slave as insolent as you in my life. What makes you think you can act crazy like this?"
The red-haired knight made an astonished face. However, my parents and slaves were even more astonished than he was.
"Ra-Ray! Why are you doing this to the knight?"
"That guy again... If he keeps this up, he'll really get beaten to death..."
"Ray! Quickly apologize! Come on! Hurry!"
My mother was panicking and stomping her feet. The red-haired knight pointed at the slaves.
"Look at this. This is the usual reaction! Going through all sorts of nonsense in the countryside."
At that time, another knight came into the dorm and said.
"Dunphil, stop and bring him out."
"But, Captain. Look at what this guy is doing. Oh, I'm so pissed."
"Are you going to keep His Majesty waiting?"
Only then did the red-haired knight named Dunphil close his mouth. He glared at me with irritation and then spat out
"Follow me!"
I followed Dunfil and looked out of the corner of my eye at the knight called Captain. His upright posture, controlled breathing, and outward demeanor alone revealed him to be an excellent knight. However, if it was just a matter of bringing a slave, that frivolous knight would have been enough, so why did someone as high as the captain of the royal guard come here?
I walked down a long hallway and arrived in front of the familiar room. Despite striding confidently, my shoulders tensed unnecessarily upon reaching our destination. Meanwhile, Dunphil relayed the message from outside the door and obtained permission to enter from the Emperor.
"Go in."
Dunphil opened the door and pointed inside with his chin. I hesitated. I couldn't stop thinking that something like yesterday might happen again. Dunphil saw that and pushed me from behind. I couldn't resist the force and was pushed into the room
As I heard the door close behind me, I hid my agitation and glared at the figure standing near the sofa. Giscard pointed toward the bed.
"Go over there and sit down."
Why do I have to go to bed in broad daylight when I have a sofa? When I frowned and didn't move, Giscard personally came up to me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the bed. I reluctantly followed his lead.
With a light push from Ziskar, I plopped down onto the bed. He put his hand on my right cheek. Even though he was just examining the wound, I got goosebumps for a moment. His hand moved faster than my thoughts
"Get your hands off me!"
I threw a punch with all the force of my body. But Giscard easily caught it.
"If you don’t want to be tied up again, behave yourself."
Only then did I realize that there was a reddish mark around my wrist. It was the remaining mark from being tied up with the belt yesterday. When I remembered what happened yesterday, I felt angry again. Instead of behaving myself, Giscard let out a rather long breath as he tightened his grip on my fist.
"It seems like it was an unreasonable request."
Giscard suddenly twisted my arm back and threw me head first on the bed. It happened so quickly that even if it hadn't, the difference in strength was so great that I couldn't resist at all. Just like yesterday, his wrists were tied with something like a leather belt.
After tying his arms behind his back, Giscard embraced me and half-lifted me up. Then he immediately undid my waist strap and pulled down my pants. The thin fabric was quickly stripped off, leaving only my lower body completely exposed. As Giscardaid me back on the bed, he said.
"How's your body? I used enough oil, but..."
I felt like I knew which part of my body he was concerned about. Giscard easily overpowered me, who was disgusted, with his strength and reached between my buttocks with his hand. After groping behind him for a moment, his finger squeezed through the gap and came inside as much as a knuckle.
"Ah! Ugh!"
A tearing sensation. It seemed as if a part that had barely healed had opened up again. Giscard immediately withdrew his hand.
"...Doesn't look good."
"Haa...Haa..."
I was already gasping for breath even though it hadn't even started yet. Giscard dragged me, who was sitting awkwardly, up to his lap and made me sit down. Even this alone was enough to make me curse, but then he tried to spread my legs to the side. As if intending to examine the wound himself. I jerked my body around like I was starting a fight. I could barely shake off that hand.
"You... insane!"
I could barely shake off his hand. But suddenly Giscard roughly grabbed my chin and lifted it up. He forced me to face him directly, revealing the anger he had been holding back.
"You're just a pitiful slave to Vincenzio. If you were a slave, you would have an obligation to fear your master and obey orders!!"
"..."
I was speechless. Honestly, anyone could see that I was the one doing something crazy.
Inside me, there was the memory of the Prince Levnoad. What would I have done if I were him? If I had ordered a slave and brought him to bed and he went crazy, threatening to kill me? If it were me, I would have cut off his tongue first, then slit his throat. Come to think of it, the fact that Giscard just left me alone was really amazing.
Giscard released my chin and let out a sigh.
"If possible, I don't want to be rough with you."
I knew he was remarkable, but still, I was annoyed. If possible, I wanted to punch him in the face. Why should I be tied up and muzzled like a beast?
"It seems like you're not satisfied with what I'm saying. However, it is true that I've been putting up with your rudeness. Answer me obediently before your luck runs out. Who the hell are you? Who taught you? If you speak the truth now, I won’t hold you accountable for anything."
Giscard got to the point. The reason for calling me back was to find out my identity.
There were definitely a lot of suspicious things about me. I knew things that ordinary slaves did not know, and even though they didn't hit me at all, I managed to find a moment to attack. It was natural to be suspicious.
"I thought you said you never learned anything from anyone?"
When I responded shamelessly, Giscard pointed to the document on the bedside table. There, every record about me was meticulously written from one to ten.
"You were born to male and female slaves owned by Count Vincenzio. Five slaves witnessed your birth. since you were born, you have never once left the slave quarters. There was nothing but tableware and clothing scattered around the dirty slave quarters, and not a single book was found. There were only twenty slaves around you who didn't know how to do anything."
"..."
I didn't say anything. Giscard continued talking.
"It was never an environment where you could gain knowledge on your own. But you undoubtedly received a lot of education. Who on earth took slaves and secretly taught them about the Emperor and how to fight? What's your purpose?"
"Haha... saying it like that, it sounds like I'm a member of some assassination organization."
I burst out laughing helplessly. The fact that the Captain of the Royal Guard roamed around the slave quarters was apparently for the sake of investigating me.
"It's highly likely."
Giscard reached out his hand and pushed back my hair that was hiding his face.
"The answer?"
Of course, there is nothing to answer. I closed my mouth and twisted my body a little to get out of the position on his lap. Giscard held my shoulder tightly, blocking my movement. Then he grabbed my penis with his other hand. I was shocked as if I had been burned.
"What! Stop it... Ugh..."
"The answer?"
Giscard asked the same question again. Ha, is he trying to insult me like this to get an answer? I gritted my teeth. As I hunched my body in resistance, he gave me advice.
"If a slave does not behave like a slave, he will only suffer."
"Ugh..."
As pressure was applied, blood began to rush to my genitals against my will. I twisted my leg and tried to pull his hand away. The more I resisted, the more Giscard's hand delved deeper between my thighs. I could clearly feel an unfamiliar hand between my tightly closed legs. Giscard massaged my penis even more blatantly.
Thin fluid dripped onto the fully erect glans. Giscard firmly pressed and played with the wet tip with his thumb. Goosebumps ran down my entire body and I let out a spontaneous scream.
"Ah! Ugh! Stop! That's enough! Why do you enjoy holding and playing with a man's thing? Half of the world is women, so why...! Is this your preference?"
To forget the overwhelming stimulation, I said whatever came to mind.
"You're the first man I've taken a liking to."
"S-So...Are you satisfied? Have you opened your eyes to a new world? I am very worried about El Pasher’s future now that it has become difficult to see a Crown Prince!"
"I already have five sons and daughters. It's a pointless concern."
It was said as a criticism, but Giscard responded so calmly that it irritated me. I felt like if I tried to argue further, a moan would come out, so I just gritted my teeth. A rough breath escaped from my clenched mouth.
"It’s getting hot."
Giscard said while massaging my penis. Heat rose between my legs, centered around my erect penis that seemed ready to explode. I managed to open my mouth with a flushed face.
"Noisy...I hate it..."
"Don’t hold back, just do it. It will be easier"
"Shut up! You bastard!"
When I let out a curse, Giscard stayed still and then suddenly grabbed it forcefully.
"...!!"
I almost screamed, but barely managed to grit my teeth. Giscard twisted my core violently. My twisted penis hurt, and everything felt terribly shameful. Still, I was excited as much as I was stimulated. My penis was so swollen that it felt like I was going to ejaculate at any moment.
I blushed and hunched my body. However, Giscard was holding my body so tightly that I couldn't move freely. He grabbed my arm and pulled my body outward. When I raised my head slightly, Giscard pounced on my lips as if he were going to eat me.
"Ah!"
He immersed my lips deeply, closed them tightly, and sucked them up.
"Ah! I don't like it!"
I couldn't hold back any longer and ended up ejaculating. All the semen poured out into Giscard's hand. At that moment, the feeling was overwhelming, and I could have died from embarrassment.
Leaning against Giscard's shoulder, my body trembled. I couldn't raise my head because of the dizzying embarrassment. Giscard stroked my arm until I regained my composure. As I caught my breath, I forcibly pushed away his arm. A rotten bastard, giving medicine and taking medicine also has its limits!
Giscard said disapprovingly.
"If you just be a little obedient, you won’t have any trouble. Tell me again. Who is behind you?"
"..."
"Stubborn. Isn't once enough?"
Giscard still had a firm grip on me. The hand that was grasping my penis gained strength again.
"Ugh...! Wh-what...!"
I stuttered and closed my eyes tightly. With no strength left in me, there was nothing I could do but endure. Even though I knew, my chin trembled ever so slightly. Giscard stroked my arm soothingly, just like before. Then, he released the hand that was applying pressure on my genitals.
Gasping for breath, I opened my eyes. He had said he didn't want to handle me roughly. As he said, Giscard seemed reluctant to push me into a corner.
Giscard suddenly stood up. Then he took off the bed sheet and wrapped it around my entire body, starting from my bare lower body. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. Giscard covered me with a sheet, up to the nape of my neck, and called someone over. The door opened as if it had been waiting. The royal knight came inside, bowing his head.
"Did you bring it?"
"Yes."
Because I was sitting a little far away, I couldn't see what the guard was holding. I only heard the metallic clinking sound. Giscard approached me holding something. That's when I saw it. It was a set of iron shackles.
Giscard grabbed my ankles and lowered himself to put the shackles on me.
"Your Highness, let me handle this."
The guard knight hurriedly shouted as he seemed to be bending over in front of me. Giscard paid no heed to him and put the shackles on with his own hands.
Click.
As I heard the cold metallic sound, I sank into despair. Was it not enough that his arms were tied, so his legs were also tied?
Giscard laughed, saying he'd be satisfied even with a root covered in dirt. He was truly foolish and clueless. Even if I couldn't regain my previous status, I should have at least made an effort to escape my slave status. What was so appealing about this cesspool of a place?
Giscard didn't give any further instructions and promptly dismissed the palace guard. After shackling him, the standard procedure was to put him in jail, but it was a bit surprising that they didn't do that.
He and I were alone in the room again. Giscard spoke up.
"Are you still determined not to answer my questions?"
"Are you still not giving up?"
I responded sarcastically to his repeated question.
"...There are many ways to find out your secret. If you don't speak up, I'll interrogate your mother, father, and the other slaves. Thanks to you, the Vincenzio estate will be in turmoil."
For a moment, my eyes widened. I looked up at Giscard with shaking eyes.
If he wanted, he could not be stopped.
I felt as if my heart was about to burst. It felt like all the blood drained from my body. Even if I wanted to answer, I couldn't. Who would believe the absurd claim that one remembers one's past life? He was also the Crown Prince of Strasse? It would be fortunate if I wasn't beaten to death for uttering such nonsense.
Giscard reached out his hand and stroked my thoughtful face. But I was so shaken up I didn't even think about shaking it off. Numerous thoughts crossed my mind. What do we do? What should I do? Why am I so disturbed by this? What does it matter what happens to those slaves! But still, I...!
"..."
Giscard watched me with his hand on my cheek. After doing nothing for a while, he finally let out a sigh.
"Rest for now."
This was a declaration that he would not lay a hand on my parents for a while.
I could barely relax and mocked myself bitterly. I am truly grateful to Giscard for his generous treatment. Isn’t he a truly generous bastard?
Feeling too lethargic, I lay down on the bed, feeling bitter. After a while, I closed my eyes and drifted off into sleep, not knowing when.
***
Comments
Post a Comment