Visions of Celestiny (Part 3 of 3) Date Friday, April 19, 2024 - 11:08 PM PST Topic Entertainment After living amongst the Amazons of Celestiny and the little ones of the village, Zak knew he'd finally found a place where he belonged. He became aware that his scars from the cruel beating by Minerva had already begun to fade...as have his memories of his former life as her slave. He hummed softly to himself as he bathed in the river by the village. The early afternoon sun causing his deeply tanned skin to shimmer as the water beaded on it in places. The rushing water began to bring back some of the memories of his childhood...and of his mother. Although Zak could not recall his mother's name, he remembered her beauty...and the musical sound of her voice. As he caught his reflection in the surface of the water, he realized he had the same hazel eyes and dark raven hair as his mother. The memory of her was leading him dangerously close to tears. Closing his eyes for a moment, he recalled the last words she spoke to him, "Be strong my sweet son, and I will see you in the next world." The tears began to fall...he could no longer hold them back as he heard those words over and over again in his head. He struck the water with his fists as he remembered when she took her last breath and left him. He was only about twelve years old at her death, and the evil Mistress Minerva had wasted no time in taking him in… and training him in her own ways. Quickly he shoved those memories deep inside him, and finished up bathing himself. He realized how long he had been in the river, and he was anxious to get back to the hut he shared with several other village slaves. He smiled to himself knowing he was to be serving the Queen of Celestiny this evening. Walking quickly through the village, he was unaware of how the Mistresses and the slave girls stared at him with admiring smiles on their faces. He had only one thought in his mind as he reached his hut and stepped inside. That thought was that he wanted deeply to impress the Queen with his serve this evening. He hoped that if he impressed her well enough, she might consider taking him as one of her own little ones. Zak looked through his loincloths for the whitest and most perfect one he owned. As he put it on, he realized his hands were trembling slightly. He tried to calm his nerves as he mentally practiced how he would do his serve. Before he knew it, the time had come to head out to the village fires. Stepping out of the door of the hut, he felt the cool early evening breeze as it hit his body. Taking in a deep breath, he could smell the sweetness of the Night Blooming Jasmine that grew near the river as the scent wafted through the village. This brought a gentle smile over his lips, as he walked the rest of the distance to the fires. Settling in near some other little ones, he did not allow himself to fully relax as he was keeping a close watch for the Queen's approach. He waited in a partial kneeling position, with his back to the fires and his head tilted downward slightly. His eyes watching the Queen's hut vigilantly, knowing that at any moment she would emerge. His waiting was over. Queen Attana had just emerged from her hut. Her long, blond hair flowed gently over her shoulders and down her back. The gentle evening breezes swirled it around a bit as she made her way towards the fires. Zak had to fight hard to keep his nerves somewhat calm as he felt his heart beat quicken at her sight. [pagebreak] Attana took her place on the furs by the village fires, and glanced towards Zak. Her emerald eyes sparkled softly from the light of the fires, as she motioned and called for the handsome little one to come kneel before her. Without hesitation, Zak arose and moved to the Queen's feet. He kneeled before her with his beautifully muscled shoulders held back, and his head held high. He kept his eyes cast downward in deep respect, as he spoke in a deep but clear voice, "My Queen, how might this little one be of service to you this evening?" Attana started to smile, and then decided to hold back the smile for the time being. She brought her right forefinger to her mouth, and ran her tongue slowly over her finger wetting it. She took her wet finger, and ran it over the little one's right shoulder. Zak trembled a bit as he felt her touch upon him, but he did not dare move his body on purpose. Holding as still as possible, he felt Attana run her finger down from his shoulder and over his chest. He felt his manhood hardening, and he hoped his obvious arousal at her touch pleased her. Still suppressing a smile as she pulled her hand away, the Queen spoke to Zak, "Little one, I should like you to bring me some red summer wine and fresh fruit from the servery." The little one immediately responded, "Yes my Queen." Rising quickly from his kneeling position, and keeping his eyes cast downward, he took three steps backward before turning from Attana. Turning in a graceful manner, he began his trek to the servery. As he moved past the village fires, his heart pounded with pride that he was finally serving the one whom he had only dreamed of serving in the past. Attana watched the little one move past the fires, letting her hidden smile spread over her ruby lips as she admired the beauty of his form in the firelight. With her elegant hand, she brushed some of her hair back over her left shoulder. Sighing softly to herself as she let her mind play with thoughts of what she might do with the handsome little one...especially in the privacy of her hut. Zak reached the door of the servery and glanced back towards the Queen quickly as he stepped inside. He was filled with a sense of joy as he saw her still looking in his direction, as he turned inside the servery to walk down the steps leading to the cellar. His strong, muscular legs took him quickly down the cellar steps. He moved to the rack of wines and chose a bottle that he knew to be one the Queen would enjoy. Wasting no time, he made his way quickly back up the steps. After setting the bottle on the servery counter, he moved over towards the cabinet that held the Mistresses' drinking goblets. He looked back over his shoulder as he opened the cabinet, and saw that his position in the servery was visible to the Queen through the open door. He knew every aspect of his serve was being monitored, and he vowed to himself he would be a pleasing sight to Attana. Reaching for one of the goblets on the highest shelf, his back muscles rippled in the torchlight of the servery. He pulled down a goblet made of Black Onyx and Jade. [pagebreak] Taking the goblet around to the open door of the servery, he stood there in the torchlight to visually check it for imperfections. Then he moved his loincloth to the side and placed the lip of the goblet against the base of his manhood. Holding his breath, he turned the goblet in a complete circle in one direction and then the other. Letting out his breath slowly as he realized the goblet lip was perfectly smooth and his manhood was still fully intact. Smiling with relief, he dipped the goblet in a vat of spring water to wash it. Using a clean cloth from the servery counter, he dried the goblet and polished it to a shine. Using the same cloth, he polished the bottle of summer wine to a shine as well. Next, he set to putting the fresh fruit together in a pleasing fashion. First he chose a rather large pineapple, next a bright red apple, and finally a bunch of ripe red seedless grapes. Seeing a wonderfully crafted bowl on the counter, he thought it would be perfect to put the fruit in. He washed each in some spring water, and set them on the counter to air dry as he searched for a fruit-cutting knife. Finding one, he began to cut the fruit. His well-defined biceps rippled as he cut through the pineapple with the knife. He cut the pieces into bite-sized portions and placed them in the bowl. Then he cut up the apple and placed it and then the grapes into the bowl as well. He felt very satisfied with the arrangement of the fruit, and looked for a suitable tray to place all of the items on. He chose a silver one that had already been highly polished. The tray glimmered brightly in the torchlight as he placed the bowl of fruit, the bottle of wine and the finely crafted goblet on it. He took a deep calming breath as he picked the tray up off of the counter. Turning to walk out of the servery, he glanced towards the Queen and saw she was looking at him. Quickly he cast his eyes off from hers as he began his walk back to her. As he walked next to the fires, a gentle night breeze blew past him and blew his hair about his shoulders. He also felt the breeze blow across his manhood, which remained fully exposed. He realized he had never moved his loincloth back into place after checking the goblet in the servery. A slight blush handsomely covered his skin. He balanced the tray with his right hand as he reached down with his left hand to straighten his loincloth. Just as his hand touched his loincloth, he heard Attana's voice as she spoke sternly, "Do not adjust it little one. Leave it as it is." Quickly he moved his left hand back up to the tray. He hoped he had not displeased Attana too much, with his forgetting to replace his loincloth to its normal position. As he reached the edge of the Queen's furs, he carefully kneeled while still holding the tray. He then spread his legs to shoulder width and carefully placed the tray on the furs. Being careful not to disrupt the basic arrangement of the fruit, he reached into the bowl and removed a tiny portion each of the pineapple and the apple. Next, he removed a grape from the bunch and then he placed all three fruit portions into his mouth. He chewed them carefully and swallowed them. He held still and silent as he waited for five of his heartbeats to pass. When they had passed, he breathed a calm sigh of relief that the fruit was safe for Attana to eat. [pagebreak] He reached for the bottle of red summer wine and lifted it with the cork near his mouth. Opening his mouth, he revealed a full set of strong white teeth. He grabbed hold of the cork between his teeth and pulled it carefully from the bottle with a gentle popping noise. The rich scent of the wine drifted softly into the air. Taking the goblet into his left hand, he poured a small bit of the wine into the goblet. Raising the goblet to his lips, he said a soft prayer that it too would be safe for Attana to drink. Then he drank the wine from the goblet, and again waited for five of his heartbeats to pass. He felt extremely relieved as they passed and he was still breathing and full of life. Smiling proudly, he poured a full goblet of the summer wine and placed it on the tray. Gripping the tray carefully with his powerful hands, he raised the tray towards the Queen as he kept his eyes focused below her gaze. In a proud slave voice he spoke, "My Queen, I beg you to accept my serve of this wine and fruit if it so pleases you." Attana reached for the fruit bowl and sampled from it. Then she picked up the goblet from the tray and drank a full long sip from it. She closed her eyes as the rich flavour filled her senses. As she opened her eyes, there was a smile upon her lips. She set the goblet back onto the tray and reached towards an object laying next to her on the furs. She spoke to Zak in a relaxed tone, "I accept your serve little one as it pleases me quite well". She took a moment to let her eyes search over his form. A warmth passed through her body, as she examined every part of him with her eyes. Then she spoke again, "Lower the tray little one, and place it to the side. Then you shall come and kneel back here before me." Carefully he lowered the tray, and set it to the side of the furs out of the way. Moving with a lion-like grace, he kneeled before the Queen. He set his legs wide apart, his chest straight and firm, his shoulders held back, his head held with a hint of a forward tilt, and his hands overlapping at the wrists behind his back. Zak could see the object lying next to the Queen on the furs. It was a silver collar bearing Attana's symbol. He trembled slightly, hoping it was for him. Without a word, Attana picked up the silver collar. She slipped the collar around his neck and fastened it in one swift motion. Then gently she placed her finger under his chin and lifted his face towards hers so that she might look into his eyes directly. She spoke in a somewhat gentle but commanding tone, "You belong to me now little one." Visibly shaken, his eyes expressed the joy he felt in his heart as he spoke, "My Queen, there could be no joy greater for this little one than to belong to you." Part 1 - Part 2 This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=609