Escaping The Matriarchy(Warnings Are By The Chapters)

"Get up you worthless worm." I heard Mistress Helti say from behind me. I was in my bed. I turned my head to see her shaking a metal rod, threatening to hit me again if I didn't comply.

"Right away mistress." I said and stood up. My pitch black skin was wet with sweat. I looked at Mistress Helti, the most violent of the mistress' here at Gretil Manor. She had purple and pink skin, and firm B-Cup breasts. Though I never get to touch them, she says I will corrupt them with my man filth. Though I think all the times she has fucked me has probably thoroughly corrupted her.

"Now, we have new rules at Gretil Manor." She cleared her throat and took out a piece of paper from her silver purse, "Any slave that wants anything to eat, must pleasure at least three of the mistresses first. The pleasured mistress will give the slave a coin and he will use three of those to buy his food." She then put the small piece of paper back and stared at me expectantly.

"Am I to pleasure you mistress?" I asked obediently, her face flushed with anger.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU NITWIT!?" She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me. My 8 inch dick snaked out of it's sheath. She positioned herself over it, and impaled herself on my dick. She let out a loud moan, then continued to ride. I laid still as she rode, didn't want to anger her further by touching her. I looked up and saw her face in ecstasy and her small tits slightly bouncing. It was to early in the morning, I couldn't hold much longer. By the time I'd opened my mouth to warn her, it was too late. I came inside her and the look on her face went from ecstasy to rage. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST FUCKING DID THAT! I WASN'T AWARE WE OWNED A SLAVE WHO WAS A PREMATURE EJACULATOR!" She slapped me across the face and hit me with the rod again. Then she stormed out.

I was motionless for a few moments, until I noticed her purse was still next to my bed. I picked it up and looked inside. "There is barely anything in here." I said as I examined her purse. There was the paper she showed me, various makeup stuff, and another

larger sheet of paper. "What is this?" I asked myself as I picked it up. "A SPELL!?" To the best of my knowledge, no man has ever even seen a spell before. I looked it over.

"Mind Control!

Please Use Responsibly!" The rest of the words were incomprehensible.

"How can I use a spell I can't read?" Suddenly there was a flash, blinding me for a few moments.

"Never thought I would be able to set foot in a Jelkalan Slave house, Jelka's power is definitely waning." A cobra man stood before me. He wore fancy gold and red clothes, and, like me, he had pitch black skin. "You look confused. Don't you know who I am boy?" He asked. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak, I was petrified. I finally found the strength to nod my head no. "I figured you wouldn't. Jelka doesn't let you hear about the other gods. That would give you too much hope. Hope is a bad trait for a slave." He smiled at me. "I am Sadar, Patron God of Sadarind, the only free democracy in Rivka." I instinctively tried to bow, but he stopped me. "No creature should be forced to bow to another." Finally I found my tongue.

"Are you here to help me?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, that's why I am here." He took the paper from my hands. "I would prefer this not be the spell you use, but it's the only spell she had on her." He began moving his hands in odd directions, chanting in a language I could not understand. I suddenly began to glow, and my mind began to expand. After a few more seconds, he stopped. "You now have the ability to control another's mind, use this responsibly." He looked around anxiously, "I have to go before Jelka realizes I am here. Good luck, and if you ever find yourself in Sadarind, simply shout 'Gelnih' as loud as you can."

"What does that mean?"

"It means hope in the ancient tongue." The flash happened again, when I regained my sight, he was gone.

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