Warning: violence & sexual content ahead. If you can't stand it jump to Reboot 11.

I usually awake around dawn. I wake up early so we have enough time to clean Master's house. It's a big house, it has three floors. My Master is a noble of this city, I'm only one of the many slaves he possesses, but I still get called to his room the most.. While wiping his precious vases, I have to be extremely careful. Last time a slave broke one, Master organized a party, where we slaves would watch the poor woman get raped and tortured at the same time.

Master has no male slaves and no female servants. Servants could say "no" to their master's advances, slaves couldn't. Our Master doesn't like it when women say "no" to him, so the only women in the house are slaves. It is really tiring wiping the sand off of the floor, but we live in the desert so there's nothing we can do. Sometimes I hear the other slaves talk about how, possibly, the Master hated women's "no" so much because the Queen rejected him.

After I was done with my share of work, there was still some way to lunch even though I went to the kitchen. There, I began preparing the ingredients for everyone. As some slaves are slower than others, so the faster ones always help preparing the food for the remaining girls, otherwise they'd starve to death. It still happens sometimes. Thinking about it, two nights ago Master killed a girl because she said "no" while he was entertaining himself with her body.

In case you get pregnant, you're either kept or sold off along with the child, depending on how much Master liked you. It was around the time I had finished eating that the last girl entered the kitchen. Soon we would have to begin working again, so the slaves that had a bit of food left put it together, just enough to make a filling, and gave it to her. Supporting each other like this was the only way to survive, that is why sometimes someone would just stop trying and killed herself.

After all, it was that kind of life. I don't know what kept me going. Self-preservation instinct, maybe? Hope that one day I'll be free, perhaps? There is also the possibility that I subconsciously just love all the disgusting things Master does to me.. yeah, as if. I shiver just thinking about last night. Freedom.. yes, I want freedom. I feel like the word is etched on my soul, telling me that's what I'm destined to achieve or what I'll forever desire, without being able to acquire it..

I passed the afternoon lost in my own thoughts as my body mechanically did the unchanging work it did the day before, the day before that and every day since I began living here. Dinner was the same as lunch, only I wasn't the first to arrive. Since Master began using me, I never once got pregnant, and now pretty much everyone wondered if I was unable to bear children. I'd be glad if it was so. There is no way I'm going to give birth to a pig's child. Even the first time I saw him, I wondered if he was a beastman of the boar tribe. Turns out he was just a human.

Like me, most of the girls here are beastwomen. Master has clearly a fetish for us. He likes to stroke our tails and use them to pleasure ourselves, he also likes to nibble our ears and play with them as we service in him. We. He doesn't always go for one on ones. At least it hadn't been my turn again that night. The next day was a bit hectic after lunch, it seemed like the Queen had requested for all the nobles to be at her castle tomorrow.

Master had decided to bring some slave with him, maybe to show us off to the other nobles or perhaps to make the Queen jealous. When we reached the palace, the two girls who hadn't been here before were awestruck. Unlike them, me and the remaining three had already been here enough times, giving us a chance to resent our dearest Master even more. He had a peculiar way to show us off to the other nobles, after all.

The light brown walls were draped with many paintings and curtains, the spacious walkways were filled with decorative expensive objects, servants and various people, some of which seemed to be dancers. When we arrived in front of the throne room, us slaves were taken to and adjacent room where we would wait for our Master. "There is no way some dirty slave could set foot in that room" was the general reasoning. We were not the only ones in the room, many other slaves were present.

Elves (wood, dark and high ones were present), humans, beastmen and beastwomen of various tribes, like the ones from the dove tribe (recognizable by their white feathered wings) or the ones from the lion tribe (recognizable by their mane and pumped muscles), demons (the most commons were the succubi and the incubi), half-bloods (an example were the elorcs, particularly muscled elves with green skin and below average intellect, though which was still enough to let them come up with a particular fighting style that combined martial arts and what little magic they could wield, making them the most used slaves at the arenas) and lastly goblinoids (meaning goblins, orcs, ogres, etc.) .

We were all barely clothed with some rags, men and women, children and elders, we were all in the same poor conditions. It's not like here in Sakki there is any discrimination between races, also because there was almost no noble of the same race, we are slaves because we were unlucky. Either unlucky to be captured or unlucky to be sold by our parents. I was the second. I have been under Master's care since I was 8, making this the seventh year I am by his side.

After a while we could hear some ruckus being made in the throne room, probably because the Queen did something the nobles did not like, but we just ignored it. We spent the time gossiping with the other slaves, but not with the ones that talked about rebelling or escaping. It's not like some of the girls at the mansion never tried, it's precisely because they did that no ones tries anymore. Master had no qualms in sharing us with the guards at his house because it meant that they would help keeping an eye on us.

It was a little before noon when Master entered the room, anger clearly showing on his face. He looked at us and hushed us to quickly stand up and follow him. We were back to the mansion around mid-afternoon, Master didn't waste time once he descended from his carriage, in an instant he was in front of me, pulling my hairs. He dragged me to his room, ignoring my excuses and pleads. Master continued to abuse me till the next morning, giving both me and himself a variety of aphrodisiacs to enhance the experience and make it last longer.

That morning, the royal guards arrived at Master's mansion.

Each time I saved this draft TN got put in the "Latest Updates" lel

@diabolique21: this is something the admins have to correct, not me lol

We are almost done with v2 only three more chaps~

Also, I told you guys how I already planned v3 and v4 right? I thought up v6 and v7 too lol v5 will probably be like v2~