Evan's chest as it tapered down to his flat stomach and long, thick cock. Damien's powerful arms with his hands gliding possessively over my skin. Kein's mouth nearly making me orgasm as he nibbled at my sensitive nipples.

As I sat by the fire I felt Christof's long fingers gliding up my thighs. I recalled the first time he'd experimented with using his mouth on my center. The tentative strokes of his tongue had grown bolder as he'd seen my passion rise. He could own the wetness between my legs when he wanted to.

Last but not Least was Bane. He had an insatiable fascination with the tight puckered flesh of my ass. How many times had I Looked back to see his massive form poised, ready to impale me? Big hands separating my flesh as his chest heaved with the effort of holding back. It always hurt a little when he started, but my resistance always faded as he slowly stretched me.

The sturdy linen dress I wore at night became too much on my sensitive skin. Glancing furtively back at Rose's form sleeping in our bed, I slipped the offending fabric off.

There were times I'd masturbated for Damien and his Brothers. It was not something I did because I wanted to. This had been like everything else sexual, their choice to see me do it. There was just me here right now, though.

Now as I sat I stroked the round, fullness of my breasts. My nipples stiffened in the air and I pinched them hard. The slight pain felt good and I did it again. Biting back a moan, I remembered the Lash Damien had wielded. I imagined the stinging little slaps warming the pendulous flesh. There was no fear of abuse anymore and I only recalled the pleasure.

My hands drifted lower and I spread my legs. The flesh of my stomach felt soft and feminine under my fingertips. I reached the tops of my thighs and slowly traced down to my knees. As I dragged my fingers back up goosebumps spread up my body.

It had been so long since I had done this. There was no one here except me and I was doing it for me. I wanted to orgasm, because it would feel good, not as a show for anyone else. My breath rushed out as my fingers slid over my plump Lower Lips.

I leaned back and the soft seat I was in allowed me to recline almost entirely. One hand separated my soft vulva and fingers explored the wet area between. Two fingers explored the entrance to my vagina. I fucked myself slowly and then dragged the moisture over my distended clit.

It felt so good I couldn't help myself, a moan slipped out and I heard Rose shift on the bed. The Lust cooled some and I waited for her to either awaken or fall back to sleep. Her breathing stayed slow and deep, so I continued to play.

Ever so slowly I rubbed my slick clit. The protruding nub got Larger as I stroked it. Images filled my head, but they were no longer ones I'd seen. Now it was my imagination and my game as I played with myself.

In my mind, I stood over Damien with the lash in my hand. His cries of want and frustration were music to my ears. With each stroke of my fingers I brought the flogger down over him. I warmed his chest and upper thighs, but I came just as the strips of Leather slapped his erect cock.

The power felt so good as I lay recovering on the soft chair. I'd forgotten how wonderful it felt to be in charge. It had been so long since I'd been in charge of anything. Now my body, my mind, my sexual needs, and all my other needs were mine to control. I decided to test out what I could do for myself.

I tried again to find a family that I could have some fun with. For some reason, I didn't want to ask any of my friends. Ratru and his Brothers were cute, but asking them for sex felt wrong. Armant and his Brothers were too old and they were coworkers. Arik and his family didn't appeal to me "that way". Instead I introduced myself to other men, most just didn't understand what I wanted.

One family of men understood my overtures. They offered to mate with me for fun. I walked with them to their rooms before I decided against it. Feeling Like a real human woman, I feigned a headache and left. The next day I heard they'd just found another willing partner.

No one in the camp begrudged me my choices. The men and women here just trusted that left on my own, I'd do what was best. It was my Life and I was allowed to Live it how I wanted.

I needed time to think when I wasn't surrounded by my talkative campmates. That was hard to do in what was essentially a commune. I did find one place that I could work and think.

There were things the men grew that tended to do better wild. Arik and his Brothers had spread berry seeds in nooks and crannies all over the protected area in front of the camp. I wandered the mountainside in the afternoon plucking the wild berries inside the defensive barrier. It gave me a chance to think without interruption.

I walked the sunny slope finding the elusive fruit and pondering my circumstance. This wasn't a job the other men in the camp liked, although they liked the berries. Everyone was perfectly happy to let me have my afternoons to myself if this was my preferred activity. It gave me time.

There were things I did like about Damien's family. When I met other men I always compared them to the men I knew best. Everyone always came up lacking. They didn't have Christof's gentleness, Kein's fierceness, or Evan's sense of humor. I appreciated Damien's forthright command and Bane's quiet strength. To me, Damien's family was the perfect blend.

There were other things, too, that I found I liked. Damien and his Brothers had tried to change when it became apparent they should. The novelty of the situation was just something they weren't prepared for. Even now they were struggling to let go of their old teaching. The beliefs they had were deeply ingrained.

Change was difficult for everyone on Pateria. At Least Damien and his Brothers had made an attempt. The men in the camp couldn't seem to let go of their old thinking about slavers. They didn't even give the new men a chance. Damien's ability to adapt was unique.