Chapter 11

The sun gradually went down and it was evening when the slaves were allowed to take few rest.

Leilani sat on the grass in the field with her machete beside her. She took a water can, emptied some of the water on her head which was banging crazily against her skull.

"Ah." She sighed softly as the water ran into her skull and drank some of the water.

"Can I.....have some water please?"

Leilani looked up to see another slave girl looking so tiredly at her. She quickly nodded and passed the water out without hesitating. "You can have all." She whispered.

The girl sat down, tokk hold of the can and finished the content.

Leilani stared on. She could see how fragile and tired the slave girl looked and felt so much pity as much as she felt fog herself. "You are panting."

"Yeah. I know. The water is reviving me." The girl replied and looked at Leilani again. "Thank you. I'm Felicia."

"Leilani."

"Nice name." Felicia mumbled.

"Thanks. You too."

"No discussions! Get back to work! You have to work more rounds before going to sleep! Now!" Hugo yelled from a distance and all the slaves rose to their feet and ran straight into the farm, to avoid getting whipped.

Leilani watched them with sadness in her eyes. The sadness wasn't only for herself but also for them as well. She slowly stood up to join them when Hugo appeared from behind. She thought he would whip her but he didn't.

"You have to hurry up now, Leilani. I don't want to use this on you."

"I know. I'm going." Leilani mumbled and walked to the farm to continue her work.

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It was past midnight when the slaves were allowed to go to sleep. Hugo saw made sure they were all in the hut before locking up the door. Leilani was standing behind him, waiting for him to take her to the dungeon.

"Why did you think he made the dungeon your home?" Hugo asked as the both trekked.

"To inflict more pains " Leilani simply replied, her eyes staring far away in front of her as she walked like a ghost.

"But why? Did you do anything to him?" Hugo asked.

"Why are you so interested in that? It's none of your business." Leilani replied.

"You don't appreciate the fact that I'm looking out for you. I've never done that with any other slave." Hugo replied, stopping to let his work sink in.

Leilani stopped too, turned. "And it bothers me because not only am I in danger. You are in danger too. So you have to stop."

Hugo heard movements from behind and turned. He saw and Roman approaching. He frowned slightly, wondering what the king wanted.

"You are needed immediately." Roman said, directly to Leilani who stared with immediate fright and anxiousness.

"Now?" Hugo asked incredibly.

Roman glanced at him. "Yes. Now. You have any problems with that?"

"Of course not. Let's go, slave."

Leilani felt like fainting. It was past midnight and every other slaves were sleeping. If there was any slave that needed some sleep at that moment, it would be her because she had done many of the hard works.

Hugo pulled her by her chain until they got to the Alpha's building and his door. "I shall leave now." Hugo announced, turned and left after exchanging glances with Leilani.

Leilani stared after him, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Go in slave. He's waiting." Roman ordered and opened the door slightly.

Leilani looked at him and at the door. She moved closer to the door and slowly stepped into the room, her heart beating fast against her chest.

It was obvious what the king wanted from her.

"Once you come into your Master's room, you are expected to go freshen up, walk back and lay on the bed; naked."

King Tarzan's voice sounded from somewhere in the dark room and Leilani gasped, spun around.

"After laying on the bed with the starting position, you close your eyes with your head down and await the master. No matter how long it takes, you must must. Any form of disobedience will bring you the deserved punishment." Tarzan continued.

Leilani glanced around but couldn't see him. The room was too dark and cold and it was like a torment to her soul.

"Sit down on the single chair before you." King ordered and as if like magic, Leilani stared down in front of her and saw the chair, on it was a long brown book.

"Take out the book and sit."

Leilani took the book, sat down as she shook visibly like a leaf. She placed the book on her laps, still looking around, wondering if Tarzan was visible at all.

"If you sort for me again with those eyes, I will punish you. I'm sparing you because you don't know the rules yet. Now, look into the very first page of the book, slave." As soon as Tarzan had said that, a single candle light came on in the room and she could see what was written in the book. She badly wanted to look around but couldn't.

She didn't want to get whipped so early. She opened the book, stared into the first page.

"Read carefully and make sure to memorize the rules. Failure to do so, you shall incure the wrath of the whip."

Leilani stared down at the book she gasped. The rules she found in the book was like asking her to be dead while still alive.

*Thou slave shall not hesitate once you get into your Master's room. You shall be getting twenty strokes of the whip if you disobey this commandment.

Thou slave shall walk straight to the bed after washing up, without clothes, you shall lay on the bed and await your master. No mater how long it will take, you shall wait. Failure to keep to this rule will get you 40 strokes of the whip.

You must not waste time while washing up.

You must never speak a word without being asked to. The punishments for disobeying this two command can be anything decided by the master.

On no circumstance must you move or attempt to touch your master. Or meet his gaze. Or attempt to enjoy yourself. Enjoying yourself includes moaning. The disobedience of this command has a severe punishment of 60 strokes of the whip.

Thou you slave must never reach climax or release your fluid without your Master's consent. If you do, you shall be punished by having more than one master take over your body.*

Leilani read every word with her eyes wide open. She put one hand on her chest, panting slightly.

She couldn't believe this was what her life had become. She couldn't she would turn into a ghost or robot even when still alive.

"Drop the book and begin." Tarzan's cold voice sounded and that was when she saw him coming out from the dark.

Quickly, she bowed her head, her heart almost jumped into her stomach. She hastily stood up from the chair, replaced the book back she'd seen it and quickly walked towards the washroom.

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Tarzan stood in front of the mirror, listening to the splashing sound of the water the slave used in washing her body.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep ilhis hatred inside of him. He wanted to make her feel like an animal and nothing would stop him. Not even his hatred.

He heard her come out of the bathroom and walking briskly to the bed. He turned slightly, saw her laying with her chest down she her back up for his taking.

He turned fully now, glaring at her with pure hatred and resentment. "I see your back is getting better. I don't think it should after you destroyed somebody's back. Shall I whip you for no reason before this session starts?" Tarzan asked as he teased Leilani with the whip in his hand.

He ran the tip of the whip all over her round @rse, and the center of her back. He teased her shoulders, watching her movements, waiting for her to fall into his trap.

Leilani finally did when she unconsciously moaned. The whip had teased the sides of her breasts and she couldn't keep quiet anymore; thus, disobeying one of the rules.

"Yeah. You just gave me a reason to whip you." Tarzan said evilly and brought the whip down heavily on Leilani's naked back.

Leilani gasped, her back twitched in pain. She buried her screams against the pillow, her nails dung into her flesh so deeply she stared bleeding.

The whip came down on her back again and she screamed out in tears. She couldn't take the pain anymore. The forth stroke tore her back but it only got worse as get blood stained the bed.

King Tarzan dropped the wipe, took off his briefs and positioned himself between her legs. Her drove into her without warning, grunted and began thrusting in and out.

Leilani screamed against the bedspread. She was on fire. She spread her legs, stretched to accommodate his seize.

Tarzan pulled her roughly by the hair, whispered into her ear as he leaned over, " It gives me joy seeing you in so much pain. Don't you agree?"

Leilani nodded, her eyes blinded with tears as she went through the unending agony.