Chapter 3 The Alpha's s*x slave

Hugo quietly opened the gates and led the physician in. He looked scared, heavily scared as he watched the assistant physician working on Leilani's wound.

"Be fast, Sergio. You and I know we are dead meat if the king finds out what we are doing." Hugo whispered, glancing back and around every single minute.

"I know and that's why I don't understand why you are helping this wretched slave." Sergio replied as he applied ointment on Leilani's back.

"Just do your job okay? I've paid you." Hugo retorted.

"I know. I'm just wondering why you are helping her though."

Hugo stared briefly at Leilani's face and shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen a slave so miserable. Just treat her and let's get out of here."

The physician assistant quickly did everything necessary. After he was done, he picked up his things, gathered them together and immediately evacuated the place with Hugo.

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(King Tarzan's palace)

Nikita stood nakedly in front of the window in the room, waiting for the king to come in as usual. She stared outside the dark with a huge smile on her face.

She was the most privileged slave for being the slave commander and also the king's s*x slave. She has never been privileged to enter the king's room but then, she still felt special knowing she could look at the king in the face and make love to him even though she never got a chance to touch him as she desires and also to see him naked.

King Tarzan always took off only his briefs during s*x but not his clothes.

It was six years ago she was brought to the palace and had won the king's favour by doing well in bed and seduction.

Before every intercourse, she was supposed to take her pills which would avoid her getting pregnant for the king but tonight, the king's b*tch didn't want to.

She was already harbouring some impossible thoughts in her head.

"Have you taken your pills?" Tarzan's voice suddenly broke into her thoughts and she slowly turned around with a smile, staring at his handsome face. If there was anything greater than handsome, Nikita would have used it. The deep blue eyes seemed to even sparkle in the dimly lit room.

"Yes my king. I've been waiting for you. Ready. All time." Nikita whispered seductively as she walked towards the bed.

King Tarzan watched her as she stared straight into his eyes. He walked towards her when she'd laid on the bed with the starting position. He took off his briefs only and laid behind her, grunting in satisfaction when he perceived the lavender soap she'd used in bathing.

Nikita couldn't stop wondering why the king made love with his clothes on. She had never seen him naked apart from his lower body. It left her really curious but there was nothing she could do.

"Ah." Nikita moaned as soon as Tarzan's size found her honeypot. No matter how expertly she was at giving s*x, she would never be able to take in his size without a gasp.

Tarzan began to move into her slowly at first. He increased the pace when he succeeded in getting himself fully into her body.

He grunted with pleasure, ramming so deep into her, holding her hair for support. Nikita slowly got on top of him and took over.

She gentle rode him, making the sounds that would drive him crazy. She massaged her own br*asts, eyes closed.

Tarzan was staring up at her, watching her as she did her job. His breath was erratic. He badly wanted to reach out and grab the bouncing @rse but that would be going against his rules and principles so he held back his hand above his head.

Nikita stared down at him and decided to cross boundaries. She bent and tried kissing the king but just as she suspected, Tarzan got up, pushed her off him.

"What were you trying to do?" He asked, his breath still erratic. His voice was cold and deep.

"Why can't we kiss? Why can't I touch you while making love to you? Why won't you take off your clothes while...?

"I don't make love. I f*ck. Me putting on clothes during sex is none of your business. It's mine." King Tarzan cut in, his voice resounded all over the room. *And when next you repeat what you just try doing, I will have you lock up for six days without food and water. Shall I read you the rules again, Nikita?"

Nikita stared at him and nodded. "I'm sorry my king. I was carried away. Let's con...."

"No. Get out. " King Tarzan said, turning away.

Nikita stared at him and down his erection. "But my king....you are yet to..."

"Get out." He ordered again.

Nikita stood up, picked up her clothes and left the room.

Tarzan laid back in bed, stared down at his erection and covered his body with the bedspread.

His mind went off to one of the newest slave, Leilani Guetta, a girl he knew from the past. As he thought about her, hatred filled his face. His eyes turned red with anger and contempt. He couldn't wait to let her have a taste of what it was to be a slave.

"Roman." He called and immediately, the door opened, revealing Roman outside the door. "Get the Slave in the dungeon here." He ordered.

Unconsciously, Roman hesitated. The slave in the dungeon was as good as dead so he didn't know why the king wanted him to bring her for the night.

But before Tarzan could glance at him, Roman regained himself and quickly left to bring the slave.

He was however, surprised to see her sitting up when he got to the dungeon. "Come with me."

Leilani stared up eitt fright all over her face. "Is he gonna kill me right now? Yes, he will not spare me after all that."

Roman stared at Leilani as she ranted. He got in and pulled her up on her feet and dragged her with him back to the palace.

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