Rustic Servitude

Rustic Servitude - Chapter Two

Notes on the slave auction: The establishment is only open once every two weeks, and information is of the utmost importance. Since Itachi had went there previous they had all his information, and thus why he said ‘he’s with me’ when referring to Sasuke in the prologue. Itachi will be billed monthly by way of mail according to the information he provided in the slave auction’s computers or in their filing system.

Hinata’s servant nor Hinata knew about the monthly billing system if you should choose to take that route instead of full payment. That’s why you should read anything and every piece of information given before you sign anything. (They had to sign a confidentiality contract and a terms of agreement with suggestions for payment and etcetera before they were even allowed inside. Sasuke was permitted because Karin was careless around the pretty Uchiha boy. Besides, Itachi has the same information as Sasuke anyway.)

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In the cab of the Dodge Ram it was painfully quiet and awkward for Sasuke even though everyone else seemed to be preoccupied.

Number twenty-two no longer bowed her head and was staring out at the dark shadowed landscape passing through the windshield and the window nearest to her with her pale green eyes. Sometimes she would cautiously look to her new Master, taking in his features wondering what he would do with her and the blonde slave whom she considered her only friend. She had had other friends, but she doubted she would be able to contact them as they had been sold as she had or were still within the confines of the slave auction. She also doubted her new Master would be so easily persuaded to let her use a phone for fear of her calling the county sheriff’s department to alert them of the illegal activities that took place in their county without their knowing for some time now, or maybe they did know and were in on the scheme too…

Number twenty-one was content even though his toothy grin was replaced with a small smirk as he too entertained himself by watching the passing shadowy scenery as jets of warm air washed over his pale cold skin from the heater of the Dodge he currently sat in. His new Master’s choice of vehicle was interesting, just as the driver he noted as his beady eyes shifted over his Master’s profile. Number twenty-one took in his Master’s slight wiry body concealed within baggy winter clothing, his long dark midnight hair tied back into a low pony-tail, and his stoic features that had seen few emotions pass over those seemingly frozen facial muscles. He seemed like the type to always be in control, no matter what the circumstance, no matter what life threw his way, and number twenty-one knew his new Master would be someone worth submitting to even if he already knew he would pose problematic for his long haired Master. The only Master that had given him a second glance in a long time.

Sasuke sat in between his early Christmas presents from his older brother, the unconscious one cuddled up to him despite the restraints of the seatbelt as he seemed no longer to be under the effects of the sedative and was now in a deep slumbering state. He shivered every now and then leading Sasuke to believe he was only cuddled into him for warmth.

Number twenty began to stir as Itachi drove over a rough patch of land that was only a few miles away from the Uchiha estate.

It was now ten forty-six PM, and they would have arrived sooner had Itachi not stopped at a drive thru to purchase a cheap burger and fries dinner for everyone except number twenty. Sasuke had not touched the meal Itachi bought while the slaves ate heartily, though number twenty-two ate with less vigor than number twenty-one. Itachi hardly touched the food he bought himself and let it sit in the bag with Sasuke’s untouched dinner.

Since then it had gotten dark making the occupants of the truck less visible even as a high full moon shed light every now and then to reveal pale skin or a dark eye to a slave’s curious gaze.

The bright headlamps of Itachi’s ‘baby’ revealed what lay ahead for the slaves, but was mostly just dirt trails and bare trees until a large expanse of farmland and pastures were revealed. The actual Uchiha estate was over three thousand acres and included farmland, grazing pastures for thousands of cattle, untamed woods fit for hunting, and several sites hidden in nooks and crannies where several of the Uchiha family resided away from the main Uchiha residence that was far larger than the small houses built for private purposes. Itachi had Sasuke and himself each a matching red brick mid-size house built deep in thick woods away from the other Uchiha family members. Each house was built according to what each Uchiha brother wanted, and included a cellar, an attic, laundry room, two bedrooms, two baths, and a large living and kitchen area fit for each bachelor to entertain guests if needed.

The truck encroached upon another woodsy area, and another five minutes of slow driving in case wild animals should cross their path finally brought them before the twin houses that were revealed in the stark light of the Ram’s headlamps. Thick clouds had masked the light from the full moon that had been overhead causing everything to be enshrouded in pitch black shadows as the truck rolled to a stop in front of the left hand house; the right hand house had a smaller truck parked in front of it.

Once the truck was no longer moving, Itachi shifted the gearshift into neutral, and turned off the ignition; the night surrounded everyone’s sight. The roar of the engine died and Itachi lifted his left foot off the clutch, he remained seated staring ahead before speaking, “I trust that you two know what is to be expected of you.”

Number twenty-two unconsciously fingered the tag in her right ear remembering how she had become a slave, her freedom was revoked by a powerful man who had discovered she was in the country illegally.

“But of course,” number twenty-one’s voice rumbled lowly as his teeth were revealed when his lips were drawn back in a grin, “Master.”

Number twenty-two did not respond.

Sasuke ignored the slaves. “Forget the pleasantries, Itachi, I’m tired of being cramped back here.”

“Someone’s cranky.”

“Just hurry up.”

Itachi opened the driver’s side door, and slipped out purposely forgetting the dinner in the bag he had purchased that sat on the passenger's side floor.

“A natural little Master,” number twenty-one chuckled under his breath as Itachi walked around the hood of his ‘baby’ and opened the passenger side door as well as the side door.

Sasuke ignored the slave’s comment and unbuckled number twenty’s seatbelt. As soon as it was free Itachi instructed number twenty-one to once again lift the slave’s lax body in his arms. Number twenty-one did as told during which Sasuke undid his own belt glancing to number twenty-two to see that she had done the same. He then slid over the seat and hopped out, number twenty-two followed and Itachi shut each door and locked up.

Taking charge once again, Itachi strut over to the haven the front porch made on the house at the right. He dug in his jeans pocket for keys then slid and turned the key in the lock deftly, opened the door, and reached in to turn the light in the living area on. Itachi gestured for number twenty-one to enter.

The living room was not decorated in a 'fashionable' way; it was quite plain but masculine. There were a couple of buck heads adoring the wall, one on each side of two windows with nothing on the wall between; one was an impressive twelve point and a much larger spread twelve point buck whose taxidermist made them look alive as if right out of the woods. The floors were dark hard wood, and the only furniture that graced the glossy surface was one dark brown leather couch and a matching love seat that faced a huge big screen TV. There was also a small dark brown coffee table that complimented the leather color of the couch and floors directly in front of the rich brown leather couch. On the table were coasters and a half full can of coke that had been left behind by the occupant.

Rich white light bathed the room from the ten foot high ceilings, and golden light from ornate lamps on either side of the couch made the room glow warmly, the living area had a homey feel to it even with the once living animal heads hanging high on the wall.

“Set him on the couch,” Itachi instructed number twenty-one. Once the order was carried out, and number twenty was laid down on the soft brown leather seat cushions, the slave curled into the couch.

“Now, come with me. Number twenty-two you,” Itachi turned to the pink headed woman who had entered the house second to last, “are my brother’s along with number twenty. If you disappoint him, you disappoint me.” Itachi turned to Sasuke, “Merry Christmas little brother.” With that Itachi left closing the front door after number twenty-one disappeared beyond the threshold and into the shadows of the night.

Sasuke who stood closest to the door, locked the deadbolt and turned to sidestep number twenty-two when he remembered what the woman at the desk had suggested.

“Strip him. I’ll be back in a moment.”

The pink headed slave pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow before moving to number twenty’s side. Feeling warm she took off her coat and set it on the arm of the nearby loveseat, and knelt down next to number twenty’s face. She struggled to remove his clothes, first pulling his arms out of the thin flannel he had been wearing to set beside her coat, then his tee, shoes, socks, and finally his pants. He wore no undergarments.

Number twenty-two having done what her Master had instructed stared into the lax features of the sleeping blonde. Her hand found its way to one scarred cheek, then clamped over his mouth as she leaned over to whisper in his ear roughly, “Wake up!”

He made a noise, and struggled before realizing who stood over his bleary line of vision. Once number twenty-two realized he recognized her, she removed her hand from his mouth.

“Sak-ura?” Number twenty asked, though his mouth was dry. He looked around after he realized he didn’t know where he was, “Where are we?”

“In our new Master’s home. Are you still going to go through with your plan?”

“Yeah. Where is he?” The slave’s blue eyes scanned the room more thoroughly, but saw nothing that stood out to him.

She shook her head, “I don’t know. Maybe you shouldn’t. It’s cold ou-”

“No! I’m not letting anyone else just use you then throw you away like last time!” Number twenty whispered harshly then stood on wobbly legs. Thuds of footfalls coming alerted number twenty of his only chance. He bolted for the door, encountered the lock and unlocked it before being discovered.

Quick loud thumps on dark hard wood floors meant their Master was running just as the blonde stepped one bare foot on the porch to his residence. Something was dropped and the distance was closed as Sasuke’s hand shot out to grab a handful of golden locks to jerk the slave back inside where he landed on his bare butt and skidded a few inches from the force.

Furious eyes bore down upon number twenty, “Don’t ever attempt to escape again.” The blonde looked up to those eyes promising of more than just a sore ass and a bruised ego. This caused number twenty to look down in shame, yet he fumed at how this dark headed, dark eyed man was making him feel.

“You,” Sasuke said looking up at number twenty-two who still stood next to the leather couch, “Undress. I want you both nude at all times.”

Number twenty sat up slightly to save some sort of face, but Sasuke seized a hand full of those dirty blonde locks with strands of hay still present from earlier, and forced the slave to look up at him, “Understand?” A chill ran down number twenty’s back from the intent look focused on him before he realized what was happening and attempted to slap Sasuke’s hand away.

“Don’t act like you own me, bastard!”

Sasuke tightened his hold on the strands of hair within his grasp, but the other now nude slave spoke before he had a chance to.

“Naruto, he bought us.”

“You can’t own human beings, Sakura!”

“But if we don’t comply, he might-”

“I’m not going to bow down to this prissy princely mother fucker who has nothing better to do than-”

Sasuke looked from one slave to the other noticing their interaction and the use of names other than their numbers. He took note of the names they used; he would address them as such from now on.

“Silence,” Sasuke said lowly, but the other two understood the dangerous tone and shut their mouths. “You will come to terms with your role, and accept me as your owner or receive the consequences for rebellion.”

“You can’t do anything to me that someone else hasn’t already done,” Naruto sneered causing Sasuke’s eyes to narrow and his hand to tighten further around the blonde strands that he held. The slave sitting at Sasuke’s feet winced.

“There are two ways this can go, Naruto. The smooth way, or the rough.”

The one tagged number twenty scowled when his ‘Master’ called him by his birth name, then struggled catching Sasuke off guard. He didn’t escape without a few strands pulled from his scalp, but he managed to stand. Just as he managed to do so, Sasuke caught him and thrust his arms behind his back and upward. He then shoved number twenty back onto the dark hard wood floor of the foyer.

“Sakura, hand me that rope over there.”

“You bastard! Get the hell offa me!”

Sakura moved as told, and retrieved the rope Sasuke had dropped in his pursuit of Naruto’s first attempt to escape. She walked over to the two still struggling on the floor.

“Sakura! Don’t listen to him!”

Sakura stilled momentarily before getting glared at by Sasuke; she handed the bundle of rope to Sasuke causing Naruto’s expression to sour as he stopped struggling.

Knowing that if he just bound Naruto’s hands behind his back, he was limber enough to bring them to his front, Sasuke would have to try something different. Maneuvering both the blonde’s forearms together so that both hands nearly touched the other’s elbow, Sasuke tied the slave’s arms together winding the length of the rope from one wrist to the other. A good four inches of rope bound the rebellious slave’s arms behind his back.

“You…asshole!”

Sasuke stood and strode over to where he’d dropped some other items and picked up a roll of duck tape.

“Sakura! Help me, damn it!” Naruto shouted at his fellow slave while he struggled to stand.

Sasuke bypassed Sakura whom just stood looking down at Naruto with her arms wrapped around her bare breasts.

Peeling and ripping off a piece of duct tape, Sasuke then leaned down and slapped it on his blonde slave’s mouth. He made noises, but was less noisy now and that was enough to please Sasuke.

The younger Uchiha then fiddled with the roll of duct tape in his hand before tossing it on the couch to put away later. He turned to Sakura, “You’ll be sleeping in my guest room. It’s the first door on the right down the hall. The door across from your room is a bathroom. Don’t cause trouble and do what I say, and things will go smoothly.”

Sakura nodded and when Sasuke seemed as if he wouldn’t say any more, she turned and followed his instructions.

Once the pink headed woman was gone and the door to her new room had clicked shut, only then did Sasuke turn to the fuming pile of tanned golden limbs that made up his first choice.

“You’ll be sleeping with me,” the young Master said monotonously while Naruto’s eyes widened, and a new wave of adrenaline to escape his bonds washed over him as he struggled with all his might to break the coarse rope that limited his range of movement.

Sasuke ignored Naruto’s thrashing, and merely bent and dragged the slave down the hall by his bound arms.

Notes: Points- The points of a male deer (buck) are determined by the rack (antlers) and how many pointy ends (points) there are on the rack. Twelve points is relatively good, not outstanding but not bad either. Usually anything less than an eight point is looked down upon, and anything greater than twelve is something to be revered.

Spoilers: Sakura’s not going to be a bitch nor get in the way of Sasuke and Naruto. She’s merely a medium that will cause their relationship to sprout. Otherwise it would be a hell of a lot harder to tame Naruto. Plus I will make it interesting with her being there. Maybe make her their maid. The thought of Sakura having to clean up a ‘mess’ (by mess I mean cum) Naruto and Sasuke have made by licking it up sounds like a good idea.

Also, I believe there will be branding if I can fit it in the story.

AN: Comments, suggestions, by all means a review-I would like your input and as always reviews urge me to write faster and post as many times as I humanly can.