2 girls for his pleasure

He snapped his fingers & the two blondes hurriedly crawled forwards, nearly on all fours except their wrists were braceleted behind them. It was pleasant to watch the two frightened slaves struggle forward, desperate to remain graceful & pretty, for his eyes. The pair carried a cherry red leather pleasure whip between them in their mouths held prettily between trembling veiled lips. They had knelt obediently waiting behind the scarlet pleasure curtain for 2 hours in this same position, silent & squirming, behind the leather curtain waiting to be called.

They were golden blondes, indicating they were of foreign origin, rather than the native white blonde. Once free, captured usually in the dead of the night, woken rudely, bound & brought to here & sold. To make deliciously vulnerable & pleasing sluts. One girl was ever so slightly more golden than the other, both had lovely clear blue eyes, large deep eyes fringed by long dark lashes, & enhanced by their intensely dilated irises. They were of a similar height & pleasurable build, as their owners decided. The more golden of the two had been named emily, the other adele. Both foreign names given as slave names, with slave meanings, emily, for your fellatio Master, adele, to swallow your love Master. imported girls especially blondes are normally named for oral pleasure, and are generally described pejoratively as blow job blondes, as it is especially satisfying to see their blonde hair between your legs. Needless to say the girls could be & were named & renamed on the masters whim.

They were both clad in fleshy pale pink pleasure silk, glossy & lustrous, yet also nearly totally diaphanous as it clung stickily to the girls curves. The effect on their pale rosy skin, was trashy & cheap, sluttily inviting their sexual exploitation & rape. Sensuous & lovely to see & touch, but maddeningly distracting & sticky to wear. Tiny tight slips, very low cut & high on the thighs. Tiny mouth veils of the same fabric. & on a hot & sticky night as tonight, both girls wore tight tiny slave panties, so as to simmer in their juices & be gagged so aptly later. They had not been hooded as is more usual tonight but more sensuously blindfolded, similarly not gagged but silenced by the whip held in their lips. The slaves were joined by an intimately short belled chain between their collars & ankle bracelets, they would serve together.

They had both knelt anxiously faces to the wall behind the buckled leather curtain. Listened in nervous silence to their owner, behind the curtain as he read his papers & was served cool drinks by another eager slave at the snap of his fingers. The only noise coming from the two blondes, the soft wet sounds of their helpless arousal, and the quiet chinking of tiny pretty intimately attached bells.

The first slave had been dismissed, with a sob to her kennel, replaced by another girl, serving & dancing for her Master. Serving him now another cold beer. She too was blonde but the native very white blonde variety. She was called milli, your pleasure is from behind this slave. This girl naked now, except for her veil, her yellow slip discarded on the floor. Slave clothing is little more than scant decoration, a girl feels more nude & vulnerable than being nude, in slave silk, yet it was still so erotically charged to be stripped by master, to kneel naked before him & of course enjoyable to strip her.

He left emily & adele kneeling in silence as he enjoyed his beer. Milli knelt to one side of his feet her eyes lowered submissively. She was very evidently aroused & fetid. The two blondes kneeling before the master were well positioned to taste the aroma of her rape soil, she was virtually swimming & squirming in her juices. Making the 2 bound girls, acutely aware of their own sodden panties, smelly hot shameful jellylike, stinking of submission. He sat above them, enjoying his drink & the smell & tiny involuntary whimpers & moans of his slaves. Listening to the music as he observed the two blondes, deciding whether or not it pleased him to whip them or not. Enjoying the scent of the 3 sluts as they ached for him to regard them in terms of pleasure, rather than discipline. He did a quick mental calculation, reckoning that the 2 girls had not been fully used for at least 5 days, emily perhaps longer. He kept a large household 30 girls or so with 10 imported girls all golden blonde. & whilst he found such girls extremely attractive, he also relished enjoying their fellatio, knowing them to be squirming helplessly with unsatisfied need at his feet. Leaving them generally for the enjoyment of his business guests, often giving them as gifts if a guest is pleased with a girls service. Such girls are plentiful & cheap enough, the padlocked cages of the slave markets are crammed full of imported sluts, waiting to be bought & branded. They could be & were often raped at the snap of his fingers, he chose if, when & how he enjoyed their intimate pleasure.

To this end he had his all blondes trained to excel at fellatio, all slavegirls must perform perfectly but blondes even more so. Presided over with the whip the slaves practise fellatio for hours at a time on large uncannily fleshlike rubber dildos. The girl is hooded & closely bound, she will normally have been denied permission to toilet for a couple of days prior to training. This makes the girl feel exceptionally vulnerable, & also highly sensitizes her intimacies, to the sharp sting of the switch. She is put in a tiny leather lined booth, reeking of sex & fear, the oversize dildo, lubricated with a slaves own juices & leather, only ever being licked clean. A slave presides over her training, she holds the thin springy leather switch, both girls will be punishment whipped if the training doesn’t go well. The trainer slave wields her whip liberally & extremely cruelly desperate herself not to feel the punishment whip. The trainee learns very quickly, in minutes she is proficient, in under an hour she excels, after a couple she is superb, in half a day she is loving enthusiastic, delicious & superb, striving to be more inventive & pleasing. Her bottom & between her legs are a red raw testament to her training. Interestingly enough there is a total lack of teeth indents on the phallus, despite being lashed so viciously & intimately. Already she knows instinctively she is to please men. Her delightful fellatio a rapture of surrender & total adoring submission to her masters sexual pleasure.

By evening she is either trained, or destroyed. When the male slave keeper returns he punishment whips the unfortunate trainee harshly & kennels her untoileted & unfed. The instruction to be perfectly pleasurable ringing threateningly in her ears as she sobs in the kennel. The trainer slave is then also soundly whipped for good measure. Both are slaves & not to be rewarded for obedience or being pleasing, this is absolutely expected of them. No bargain is made with women, there are no rules or reward & punishment roll or agenda between the Master who owns & the object he owns. The male free individual person & the female branded animal. She is rightly absolutely subject to his whim. The trainee is whipped as a mnemonic to underline her training. The trainer is whipped to remove any sense of self import she may have felt, & to remind her the same helpless obedience is expected from her. Both girls sob in pain kneeling in their kennels. Both girls will be scrubbing their masters stone floor on all fours in the morning.

The thoughts & reflections of female slaves are shallow & petty of no value to her & of absolutely no interest to her owner, utterly worthless. Slavegirls are expected to obey lovingly & be emotional & vulnerable, responsive to their masters. They are instructed to empty their pretty little heads, not too difficult, and concentrate on visualizing pleasing her master. On lovingly licking & kissing his glans. Cupping his balls, adoringly worshipping him. Massaging his shaft with her cleavage, softly but deliciously firmly massaging him with the texture of her breasts. Swallowing prettily, soiled & humiliated, & gratefully obsequious, whimpering with need. Kissing his feet lovingly, inviting his rape with the softness & moistness off her lips on his toes. The moment of penetration, parting her wetness with his glans, just before the force of his thrust. The gasp & pain of anal penetration, the shame & hot orgasm of anal climax. Kissing his cup lovingly, in rapture to his mastery. The first bite of a whipping, the spreading sting of deepening pain, as it begins its first throb. Kissing his whip, before in choking vulnerable fear. Kissing his whip afterwards in pain, relief & fear of repetition. Every tiny act in painstaking exhaustive detail, for hours, days even weeks at a time, ordained by men. She visualizing each act to maximize his pleasure, his total enjoyment, of her. So she performs every chore, in a state of constant sexual arousal, rapturous foreplay for her adored Master.

He reached down to his feet & took the whip from their lips. The two slaves gasped with fright, he snapped the whip smartly against the side of his chair. The swish of the whip slicing through the air inches from the two girls faces, landing with a sharp crack. Three pairs of fearful eyes followed the arcing leather blade, pupils black with alarm. Three slaves listened to the sharp whistle through the air knowing that sound all too well, feeling the sharp thud. Their eyes brimming with tears met for a fleeting second, then they looked down quickly, seeing in other the deep humiliation & fear of their sexual bondage. Each knowing that she furtively loved her subjugation, & her master strictness, her total submission to him. Each knowing that this was absolutely no secret, to anyone. Each slut knowing that, she was being treated with contempt & exploited exactly as she deserved. Emily nearly wet herself as the whip struck the couch, of course such women are not permitted to toilet without permission, she was so frightened.

He smiled as all three slaves flinched & whimpered satisfyingly, the two girls more helplessly than milli. A frisson of excitement tingled his spine & his fancy. With a click of his fingers he instructed milli to go behind the two slaves & remove their panties. Milli was skilfully knew exactly how to maximize Masters enjoyment of the display. Running a single finger between adele’s buttocks, tracing the saturated briefs sticking to trembling well rounded buttocks. Then pressing a finger softly through the glossy fabric on the inflamed erectile tissue, & running her fingertip agonizingly softly & slowly across the girls clitoris, eliciting a helpless shiver & soft moan of need. Leaving the emotional echo of the whimper lingering in the atmosphere for a few moments. She then peeled the sticky sodden briefs from the slave, with a wet squelching sound. The tiny pink garment smelly & absolutely sodden. She stripped adele first but as she went to gag her with her briefs, Master indicated that emily should be gagged with adele’s panties & vice versa, each tasting the others juices. As the wet panties were stuffed into emily’s mouth, she reddened with humiliation, at being gagged like this & loving being dominated like this stifling on the clammy thick taste of her sisters arousal. Her mouth & nostrils, overwhelmed by the smell & taste of her helpless feminine need to serve him.

Emily trembled as milli went behind her The muffled moan into the slimy panties a helpless testament to milli’s fingertip in her own panties, on her engorged clitoris, that felt as swollen & as big as a marble & as tender as a hot bubble on the very cusp of rupture. Then suddenly exposed rearwards, open & inviting & ripe for penetration. She moaned again, almost choking on the panties stuffed into her lips. Adele was gagged with emily’s panties, & both girls sullied & scarlet with debasement knowing the other was tasting her helpless juices. Milli went behind them again, kneeling & kissing the girls pink brand scar, prettily displayed on their buttocks. She slipped her fingers inside both girls, gliding easily with no resistance & then holding her glistening fingers up for masters inspection. He pronounced himself satisfied & ordered her to the side, facing the wall at his couch. The kneeling girl was not permitted to clean her sticky hands.

He stood up & went behind the slaves, pressing the whip between adele’s legs watching her squirm on the blade, lubricating it. When it was warm & wet he pressed it firmly between emily’s legs. Both girls were whimpering into their panty gags. When the red leather was wet & almost dripping, he pressed it to emily’s gagged lips, forcing her to try to kiss it with her stuffed mouth, her head pressed back uncomfortably. Then adele, then firmly across both lips.

Both girls sobbed into their gags, muffled begging not to be whipped, panic & apprehension rising, until both were almost choking with fear. He and they both knew he would not be lenient. He enjoyed disciplining his slavegirls with the whip. A girl punished & fearful of a much more severe punishment, feels so much vulnerable & fervent in her desire to please. Enjoyed the slap of leather on their tender rears & sobs from his slaves. Enjoyed their tearful kisses on his feet as they thanked him for his strictness. Felt it was fitting & proper act of foreplay. In their hearts they loved his uncompromising strictness, & kissing his whip. Kissing his whip cold & stiff, terrifying & rigid, with trembling lips. Kissing his whip still firm yet warm & supple from her rear, sobbing in pain & fear. Submissively kissing his feet in total supplication to his maleness.

Slaves are generally frequently beaten for pleasure & foreplay, or mild punishment. If the master decides she should be properly punished the punishment whips are an altogether more terrifying & horrific experience, leaving a girl severely bruised & welted for days. It is rarely necessary to punish female slaves, they are so eager to be obedient & pleasing. Nonetheless she will be punished for the tiniest of infractions capricious & imagined or not. A cup overfull, underful, not cool enough or too cold, not swallowing his pleasure prettily enough, if he is not satisfied with her rape. She might be whipped to make her fellatio or rape more pleasing, her punishment doubled for needing to be whipped to improve her intimate service. In short he needs no reason to whip her. He & they both knew this & she loved her condition, more so than she was wretched & feared the horrible pain.

“Tell me a more pleasurable way to dominate & discipline my sluts” He demanded of his slaves

“Beg to pleasure me, beg to placate me, beg not to be beaten”

They’re whimpers & begs were prettily muffled & stifled, as the pair sobbed gagged so effectively.

He watched them sob till they were almost besides themselves in alarm & funk then took the whip from their lips & went behind them, raising it, with an exaggerated swish. For a couple of seconds he watched them quiver with fright, desperate to turn & look where the whip was, but not daring to turn without permission. Then he brought the whip down on their legs with a sharp crack. For the two slaves the whistle of the downward stroke seemed to hang for an agonizing age. Then all of a sudden it was there with male force. The blade for a split second flexing around their flesh, then biting through & into muscle, lifting pushing them forward, the shock expelling air from their lungs. The thick thudding blow burning & spreading like a hot brand in flesh. A joint squeal of pain & disbelief. No matter how many times a slave is beaten, which as is fashionable these days, regularly, she never builds a tolerance for, or gets accustomed to the pain. Each whipping is like her first, humiliation, pain & the shocking realization of his uncompromising strictness. Made manifest with the stern leather implement.

The harsh snap of leather on flesh was most satisfactory. The involuntary squeal of pain, muffled on their gags quite delicious. Milli sobbed kneeling facing the wall. He curtly ordered her to be silent. She obeyed immediately. The two blondes were writhing with pain as the first lash, began to smart & throb on the backs of their pretty legs. He timed it perfectly, letting the burning sensation peak. Then the second lash was delivered. They screamed into their soiled smelly wet panties. The 2nd blow reinforcing the horrible throbbing echo of the first, heightening & spreading the burning sensation. Whilst stinging & burning piercingly where the 2 blows crisscrossed. The third lash also timed for maximum impact landed with a wet slapping thud. They could only sob pathetically now, their lungs expunged of air. Gasping for breath choking with fear on the stinking slave panty gags. He was brutally & coldly efficient, a woman should be beaten calmly, concentrating & maximizing Masters pleasure & her discipline. He knew well how to discipline women, he was a pig merchant, with a sideline in the transport of slaves, so was adept at handling livestock.

The lashes rained down across the backs of their legs & exposed lower buttocks. Each awful jarring stripe timed to coincide as the pain from the last climaxed. Building & building, overwhelming her senses with hot spasms of throbbing pain. After 10 he stopped & with the tab of the whip opened adele’s legs widely. She whimpered with fear, dreadfully afraid now, her muscles tensing reluctant to open. He was most insistent with the tab of the whip, she obeyed him. He opened emily’s legs in a similar manner, she was almost beside herself with fright, whimpering. He delivered a single stinging blow to the most tender underside of her buttocks, where the leg joins her bottom, she squealed.

“Be quiet slut”

Emily was silent, there was no compromise for her, her sexual obedience demanded. He then calmly delivered 5 lashes between adele's legs, as she writhed & sobbed in agony. He left adele sobbing in misery & turned his attention to emily. He spread her legs a little more, exposing her clitoris just that tiny bit more, maximising her apprehension. The first blow caused her to rear up, screaming into the gag, muffled beautifully. He gave her ten lashes, doubling her punishment for causing him to silence her earlier. Then gave both girls another 10 joint lashes. He had only intended 20 lashes initially 10 across 5 between & then 5 more across. But he had enjoyed beating emily immensely, getting into his stride.

He snapped his fingers for milli to ungag them. She replaced their panties. He noticed with amusement each girl cringe with both pain & embarrassment, wearing the others soiled panties, even though they had been gagged with the same smelly briefs just moments before. He ran the whip between their legs on the filmy fabric, allowing each girls wetness to soak into the fabric, mingling with her sisters juices. The glossy silk sticking clammily, heightening her discomfort. He then permitted them to kiss the whip & his feet. He had emily pay particular attention to licking the hard leather tab clean, after all they were her juices. Both girls sobbed pathetically thanking him for the punishment, and having been put firmly in their place. Sincerely submissively grateful for his strictness. Their lips & tears were hot on his sandaled feet, as they begged to please him.

He tossed the whip to the floor again & ordered them to fetch it. Together on all fours crosswise in their lips. He took the whip, they kissed his feet abjectly.



Adele & emily were released from their bracelets. It was the first time they had been unbraceleted for days. He had his blondes perform their menial household chores naked & closely chained, scrubbing & polishing his stone floors with tiny brushes held in their mouths. The rubbery phallus shaped handles, concentrating their tiny bimbo minds on the purpose of their existence. Obviously these was no need to release their hands for toileting or feeding. Their cleaning & cosmetics were applied by another slave, it enhances their sensation of being painted, tawdry & ornamental for masters erotic pleasure. If they serve refreshments or more intimately during the day they generally are clad only in a tiny apron, sometimes covering the breasts sometimes not, the colour of the mostly transparent slave silk apron matching that of her veil. Generally slaves are only permitted to be unchained when required for their chores, or intimate service. Similarly kept gagged & hooded. In some households it was fashionable to have girls scrubbing floors hooded & supervised by another slave wielding a whip over the blindfolded girl, or have her in blinkers. He wasn’t keen on blinkers, it ruined the soft pleasing look of a girl scrubbing the floor in his opinion. Also blinkers & harnesses were for more valuable & useful animals. He was however intrigued by the total hooding idea.

They continued to kiss his feet. He sat down, beckoning for them to crawl to his chair. They did so beautifully, begging to serve him.

“milli dance superbly now for your Master, unless you wish me to regard you in terms of discipline rather than pleasure girl”

“Yes Master” her fright was evident

She rose gracefully to her feet & began to grind & slither about an imaginary phallic pole, kissing the head lovingly with the total sexual abandon of an owned female sex slave. The only creature more inferior & wanton & abandoned in her sexual & emotional surrender is a girl brought to serve here. She moaned helplessly with each belled movement. Whimpering with her need for him, to please him in every way possible, in total surrender to his lust his pleasure. Squirming wetly round the imaginary pole. Seeing in it his erection, every contour & vein of his beloved adored manhood. To be pleasured perfectly, jealous of his delight. Gasping in near orgasmic rapture, crying with love as her arousal burning higher with each loving sensual movement.

He looked down to the blondes chained at his feet.

“Beer now sluts, I am thirsty after whipping you raw”

“Yes Master” they chorused together.

They were still chained together by the collar & ankles, nonetheless they moved gracefully, swinging their hips & curves in liquid unison. Already the surface redness from the whip was fading, although the pain lasts for hours, slave whips are designed to chastise rather than damage your pretty property. They bent down together, to pick him a fresh goblet from the cooler lifting their bottoms to him, exposing the delicious anal curves in the extremely short slips, he had them dressed in, a delicious inviting sight.

They knelt down & filled the chilled goblet with beer holding it & themselves underneath the beer barrels nozzle, as if in worship, in supplication that he be pleased by their service. Incidentally he was, but he still tapped his fingers impatiently, watching their self conscious anxiety in amusement. When it was exactly full they cupped it lovingly in both hands & carried it between them to his feet.

They kept their eyes properly below his belt, as they walked towards him. Hips & breasts swinging sweetly. Belled nipples clearly erect & taught on the fabric of their sheer slips. The two girls lovely cleavage swelling upwards inviting him in their flimsy garments. They knelt before him together, sinking gracefully to their knees on the tiled floor at his feet. The bell on the chain between their collars ringing out, as it tautened then loosened. He watched as emily, bit her lip under her veil, blushing at the animal sound. Her eyes briefly met adele's, they reddened together. He heard a soft squidging sound from both of them, a waft of arousal. He stiffened in the chair. With his left hand he reached out & fondled the black leather pleasure crop hanging at the side of his chair. Identical in all but colour to the implement they had just tasted. The black leather gloss belying its well worn, well used status. Black for discipline, red for pleasure, or anything he chose for his property.

Emily seeing his hand first paled, then adele gasped behind her veil. Above them he smiled satisfied. They weren’t permitted to raise their eyes above his imperious belt.

He snapped his fingers.

Adele lifted the cup to her breasts & softly rolled it between her erect nipples. Then emily pressed it to her cleavage, causing her to swell pleasingly as the cup chinked on her nipple bells. Both girls pressed themselves to the cup & lowered trembling lips to its rim, kissing it lovingly. Warming the cold metal on the outside, for his fingertips but not the refreshing contents. They were almost ecstatic, for a moment he was distracted by them. Then the two girls raised the cup slowly over their bowed heads, upwards & outwards to him.

“Speak !”

“emily & adele bring you refreshment Master, slavegirls who ache for the taste of your pleasure in their lips.”

He didn’t take the cup.

“Two sluts whose lips long to be slowly parted by your manhood Master”

He still didn’t take the cup.

“helpless slavegirls who beg to lick & kiss you, to pleasure you Master.”

Wordlessly he took the cup. Brushing their fingertips with his, inciting a murmur of excitement. Their wrists dropped gracefully back to rest behind them as if bound.

He took a deep gulp watching them.

“Touch each other, bring each other to arousal.”

“Yes Master.” They chorused, blushing with shame as his feet.

Milli danced behind them.

Adele slipped her fingers into emily’s now slimy panties & began stroking her clitoris, with achingly slow motions, with the other fingers she pressed through her panties into her anus. Emily gasped helplessly & responded to her sisters, soaking her fingers & stroking. The two slaves kissing at each others breasts & nipples. The silks were soon soaked & sticking even more transparently to their curves. Nipples straining at the filmy fabric, like rods, bells ringing out a lovely tiny feminine sound. Kissing at each other hungrily through their veils the taste of each others juices still sticky on their lips, staining their veils, the tiny mouth coverings plastered on their gasping lips. Writhing & squirming around each other almost fighting the short chain that joined their collars and anklets. In between each others legs now squirming on the floor in the 69 position. The bell on their chains ringing out on the taught links as they gasped & shuddered with arousal. Then upright again, taking turns to press fingers into the anus & lips stroking each other clitoris & penetrating her vagina from behind. Their ample curves almost squeaking, sweetly constrained in their tight slave silks.

He watched them grow quite fervid & breathless, moaning as they neared climax, then stopped them with the tip of the whip, pressed to emily’s lips. Both girls suddenly frightened kissed at the whip on all fours.

“What worthless little sluts you imported bimbos are”

“Yes Master.” They replied blushing with shame.

Milli continued to dance behind them.

The smell & heat from them at his feet was overpoweringly inviting. How pleasant they are these foreign sluts, squirming wetly at your feet, branded & raped. Bodies sticky with each others lust. Yet utterly humiliated by a few words reminding them of their wanton sexuality. As if they were suited to be anything else except sexual playthings.

He drained his beer and handed them the cup “Another” he told them curtly.

“Yes Master” they whispered huskily still flushed & squirming.

He watched them stand still graceful & pretty, but their need so evident on them.

He clapped his hands loudly.

“Hurry up, I’m not a man accustomed to waiting thirstily on soaked little sluts” He barked at them.

Watching in amusement as they whimpered fearfully, struggling to remain a pretty composure while they rushed, almost choking on their fear.

He played idly with the whip as he watched them kneel before him once again. Toying with the idea of another beating as they kissed his cup. He saw the tremor of submission as they kissed the rim, & found his own body desired a more fitting use for them. They lifted the cup again over their blonde heads whispering hotly.

“Master your beer, two girls whose lips ache for your erection within them.”

He made them wait.

“Soft lips & sweet tongues as much for your pleasure as the drink is for your refreshment beloved Master”

Still he didn’t take the cup

“Slaves who love to swallow your lust Master.”

He took the cup, & opened his legs, parting his cool linen tunic.

“Here !” He told them, quite erect now.

They crept between his parted knees eagerly.

Behind them milli squirmed helplessly aching to be in their place.

Emily began to lick kiss glans under her veil, her soft tongue hot, with licks that felt almost liquidlike. Adele to lick his shaft slowly upwards circling him, with her tongue & fingers. She felt himself stiffen considerable between her lips, shifting for comfort in his chair cupping the nape of her neck with his free hand. Her own wetness like liquid fire now, both girls squirming & squidging, helplessly. He felt his head melt into her mouth as she moistly parted her lips with the head of his penis with the tiniest & softest hint of downward pressure. Sucking him into her mouth lovingly. Adele kissing & licking her way upwards to his head as emily began slowly to deep throat her master & withdrawing slowly. Then she wrapped her veil over his glans & kissed & sucked at his glistening head. He clenched his fist on his cup in delight, grunting with pleasure. Slave silk is every bit as slippery & sensuously glossily liquid as it looks, maddening to wear, and incredible to be fellated through. As adele kissed her way to the pinnacle of his pleasure, the two slaves reversed roles. Adele slowly sucking & deep throating him, emily kissing her way up & down his shaft. Moistening her hands with her wetness as she massaged him slowly & firmly upwards towards her sisters mouth. Then each girl on either side kissing & sucking his glans taking turns to have him fully between her glossy lips. Adele cupped his balls & emily slipped a finger gently into his anal cavity, probing sweetly.

They were gasping helplessly now as they served him, their own excitement frenzied & rapturous. As his pleasure built so did the slaves need, the greater his satisfaction the more their thighs helplessly ached for him. He slowly enjoyed his drink as the 2 slaves gasping & moaning between his knees pleasured him. He was amused to watch milli squirming facing the wall, her inner thighs glistening wetly, he would enjoy her rape later. His climax built slowly & steadily under the loving ministrations of his pleasure slaves. They raised up on their knees & still kissing & sucking him pressed breasts around his hardness, slowly massaging & masturbating him, on the soft fibrous texture of their pressed cleavage, nipple chains & bells ringing prettily.

Ten pleasurable minutes later he seized a fistful of emily’s golden hair & pressed himself between her lips, exploding into her veil & mouth. Enjoying the moment of her tiny frightened but obedient timid resistance her slight gagging panic as he held her firmly as he ejaculated. Then still erupting he pushed her back & seizing adele filled her mouth too, before holding both girls at his gushing head, spurting hot sticky semen in their faces down their breasts & bellies, even their open thighs. He then pushed himself back into emily’s mouth filling her as she struggled not to gag & choke. He left her with a stifling mouthful as he filled adele too. Did a girl mention how virile these Masters are, free to be men & to properly dominate their women, his pleasure is copious & untrammelled. How magnificent our strict Masters are.

Snapping his fingers he watched them move to all fours before him, mouths still full. He watched them amused for a few seconds in tears choking fearfully. Then gave them permission to swallow.

Milli danced in a lather of arousal & belled ecstasy behind them

They did so gratefully, the lumpy seed redolent & clinging thickly in their mouths. Leaving their faces & upper bodies still sticky & saturated, veils plastered to their lips. Struggling to find a tiny dry corner of the drenched sticky veils they kissed his feet hot with emotion. Thanking him submissively, adoringly for being permitted to serve his pleasure, both girls crying with love for their owner. He indulged them in this for a second, before pushing the sluts aside with his sandaled foot.

The girls rose slowly, & went to fetch a small bowl of warm scented water, accompanied by soft silken towels. And his tumbler of post fellatio liqueur. Kneeling before him again they kissed the tumbler & proffered it to him over their bowed blonde heads. He took it wordlessly then indicated for them to begin cleaning him.

They began to lick him clean, kissing him lovingly after each lick. He swallowed the liqueur the pleasure suffused from his belly into his loins, enhancing his feeling of sexual satisfaction. The warm liqueur caused him to ejaculate once more a burst that caught both slaves across their faces.

“Thank you Master.” They chorus happily. Pathetically grateful as woman are before such men.

They continued to lick him clean. Then bathed his softening erection with the warm scented water. He was by no means flaccid but no longer raging hard. Both girls bathed and sponged him clean, holding the small silk towel between them. Then gently patted him dry with the second towel.

When they were finished they humbly lowered his tunic & returned the cleaning utensils to their place. They knelt before him again aching to serve him further, however tinily, but above all aching to be raped by the man who owned them.

He handed them his empty tankard.

“Another beer sluts, your service has given me a thirst”

“Yes Master, immediately Master.”

They chorused through their sticky veils, lips & mouth thick with his pleasure, happy & servile.

Despite the lovely lithe swinging movements of the pleasure slaves. Both girls found it difficult to move gracefully, their desire to serve him catching the breath in their lungs, trembling with need for his rapacious pleasure.

He took his fresh beer & enjoyed a long cooling draught, then ordered them to stand.

The two slaves rose prettily to their bare feet & stood before him, eyes lowered below his belt submissively. He enjoyed his beer while he considered the blondes, weighing up whether to rape one of them or both or milli, or all of them, or have another slave summoned from the kennels, a delicious decision.

Emily was ever so slightly shorter than adele, & just a little more buxom. Her heaving cleavage very full in her tiny tunic, usually 2 or 3 sizes too small, the cut not generous in the least. Adele's tunic was no less bulging with her lovely curves.

He suddenly realized his left hand had been toying absently with the whip handle, from the direction of their fascinated gaze. On impulse he whipped it upwards stopping millimetres from emily’s chin. Pressing the tab under her chin he lifted her eyes up to his. Her deep blue eyes were frightened & needful, her irises widely dilated, helplessly vulnerable. Her long lavish lashes brimmed with welling tears. He lifted adele's eyes to his also then pressed the tab of the whip to their lips. They kissed it lovingly, through sticky silk veils. Timorous as his stern gaze burned through their lovely eyes into their submissive cores.

“What worthless dependent little sluts you are.”

“Yes Master !”

His scorn stung them, humiliated to be women when men are free to be masters. Inferior to him in every way, without significance.

“Slaves to be collared & branded, whipped & raped, owned & strictly circumscribed for your owners pleasure.”

“Yes Master for your sexual pleasure, nothing more”

From the tiles at his feet he picked up two large black pecker ball gags, still thickly slimy & clammy from the previous wearers. The leather ball & strap smelling & tasting strongly of female arousal & pushed them between each girls lips. Permitted to lower their gaze they looked down pitiably. He then turned them away from him, he was quite ungentle & fastened the belt on the gags tightly behind their heads, pulling the buckle tightly. Then he braceleted both girls. Again from the floor he took two black leather ball hoods & hooded the pair. The leather was polished to a high patent like gloss both outside & inside, to enhance the overwhelming sense of vulnerable erotic apprehension. Polished to the impossible sheen by the slavegirls who wore them. The inside of these hoods reeked of sex & fear, buckling the tight leather bags closed around their slender graceful necks, above their steel collars. He pushed them to the floor again not roughly but not gently either, lifting their ankles & locking them together also. This pull backwards caused the pair to tumble forwards faces to the floor, they knew better not to rise, waiting encased lips pressed to the floor.

Milli continued to dance.

He let them wait for a minute at his feet, then with brisk stinging lashes, whipped them to the cage behind the leather curtain. He wasn’t cruel with the whip, but he want given to leniency with his slaves either. He was quite exact & deliberate directing their movements with the stinging whip. Painful & unpleasant nonetheless, they were quite distressed crawling blindly under the lash. jerking at each other on the short belled chain that constrained their futile attempts to cringe from the fearsome leather.

He whipped them inside the tiny barred enclosure. There was no space to do anything except kneel head & back pressed down by the stout bars, big enough for one cramped captive. The seraglio, or animal cage was constructed of plain polished steel bars, the floor too was barred & was quite uncomfortable after a short period of time. He closed & locked the cage gate on them. With the whip tab through the bars he teased open their soaked labial lips spreading them on the inside of sticky silk panties, exposed the inflamed clitoral erection through sheer panties. Pressing insistently with the supple but hard leather tab of the whip, till they were visibly squirming with fear & need. Then gave adele a sharp stinging lash on her inflamed intimacy. He was rewarded with a muffled shriek of agony. He let emily wait a moment, building her terrible anticipation, then the searing lash expertly placed between her exposed thighs. She squealed into her gag, overcome in the throes of her distress. Both slaves miserable in their hoods in tight bondage.

The two blondes sobbed in pain & humiliation.

They had been dismissed, discarded for now.

He inhaled a lungful of the air in the small curtained enclosure, hot & close, female desire, mingled with fear & the strong masculine odour of leather. He drew closed the leather curtain leaving them to simmer & lather in the stink of their slave funk. How glad he was not to be female, not to be kept in & to breathe the fetid air of their inferiority. How content he was to keep his females in such a deserving & demeaning & perfect bondage. He buckled closed the heavy curtain of scarlet leather & returned to his seat.

He threw the whip to milli’s feet. She winced as the blade caught her belled toes, & continued to dance around the horrid instrument of female correction.

“Pick it up girl” He told her.

She knelt fearfully on all fours & took it in her veiled lips.

She held the whip awkwardly in her veiled mouth, not able to hold the blade firmly through the slippery fabric, in the fellatio pout of her soft lips. The highly polished leather was wet and slimy from the rears of the two girls. The stinking rape soil gradually seeping into milli’s veil, sticking it to her face & making the whip even more difficult to hold. Her own behind impossibly hot, moist with sex & fear, she was stifling & choking in fear trying to hold the whip prettily.

The whip a perfect metaphor for asymmetrical relationship between patently the disparate sexes. Those who are to be pleased & those who are to please. Phallic in shape & nature, its firm implacable blade penetrates & imposes itself into her soft yielding flesh. With it she is violated forcefully, painfully against her will by her master. She submits to the whip in horror & in loving awe. A well trained & dominated female lives only to please men. If she fails to live up to the promise of her pretty flesh she expects, wants & needs to be punished. The whip is painful & feared terribly, from the so called pleasure whip to the brutish punishment whips. The act of being punished with the whip, chained hanging from the ceiling, or more commonly on all fours, in stocks. Beaten from behind is deeply humiliating & demeaning. Befitting that of an inferior under painful correctional discipline. Of course she is regularly punished simply for his physical pleasure. To painfully remind her of her place, to be obedient & utterly pleasing. Or for any reason he sees fit. Though not the only punishment she receives. She is regularly & capriciously punished & disciplined for the slightest of reasons. She may be denied toileting for a week, or kept in close chains, not fed, or given only urine to drink. Confined in a full body hood for days. Any manner of degrading punishments, can be devised for her, she is without rights, devoid of personage. Though the whip is the most & most truly feared & loved, defining her inferior relationship with her Master, total & absolute, yet also fantastically symbolic & abstract in its erotic rhetoric.





He sat comfortably for a couple of minutes, enjoying the slight cooling breeze from the window that was wafting over his upper body. The breeze bypassing milli, ventilation designed to ignore the tiled serving area at his feet, & cool him. He watched milli squirm & tremble as he drained his beer.

“Here slut now !” He told her, he was already hard again.

She would be beaten later, before her rape.































He knew well how to handle livestock & discipline women. He was a pig trader. His business transporting large herds of prize pigs, from farms, to markets all across the county. He had pens & storage facilities in all the major cities & most towns. And employees associates & partners, all across the land. Pigs for slaughter, pigs for breeding, pigs for rearing, all varieties of this prize species. A profitable sideline in this business was the storage & transportation of slaves. In particular due to his trade routes crossing close to the slave portals the handling of imported sluts.

It was a routine matter to herd 20 or so women. Hooded in upper body leather sacks, gagged & closely bound, the heavy leather sheath locked at her thighs. Ankles chained together by short chains & each girl chained to the next. Barefoot & stumbling blindly behind the herd of pigs, whipped along the hard stony tracks for days sometimes a week to the next town.

The girls are not watered or fed nor are they permitted to toilet. On initial processing they are given anally a jelly capsule, about the size of a large bar of soap. This contains nutrients & hydration components for 2 to three weeks. The capsule is administered boiling hot to aid breakdown & quick absorption, forced into her anal cavity enema like. Probably the most painful thing she has experienced, until her vending & subsequent branding. This isn’t done cruelly, but for her traders convenience, her discomfort of little interest to them. Likewise she is not permitted to toilet, to prevent the inconvenience of toileting a herd of closely bound slaves. She is simply told that toileting is dependant on male permission now. And involuntary toileting, considered disobedience, rendering her unprofitable. The most likely penalty for disobedience, being fed to the pigs. There are no infractions.

Also being denied toileting, renders a girl, terribly vulnerable & dependant. So much more pliable on the auction block. When they reach storage the slaves are locked in tiny cages, big enough for 10 women but crammed with 20 or 30 at a time, padlocked & leather curtained at the back of the animal pens. Usually in stifling stone cells, reeking of terror & utter bewilderment locked away waiting to be auctioned. In contrast to the spacious well ventilated cattle & swine pens. Animals being eminently more valuable & valued than slaves.

One of his innovations the use of the electrified prod in the capture of modern pampered girls. Deemed illegal & cruel for animals, but useful for manipulating fresh slave meat, especially these girls. The shaped phallic prod pressed intimately, between her legs, inside her tender anus, just between the labia, if she is white silk, careful not to disrupt the hymen. She has just enough time to recognize the phallic shape before the discharge. If there was any slight hesitation in her obedience before there is none afterwards.

please one night

The Lift

The lift doors closed and she suddenly became aware she was alone with the man behind her. She was totally alone with him. Despite the room now in the lift he was still in her personal space. Moreover he seemed as comfortable in her space, as she was flustered by his presence. He was a big man she could sense that without looking at him. He felt big & muscular, confident, very masculine. The lift continued upwards she wanted to move away but somehow didn’t dare to, nor did she dare look, or god forbid talk to him. For his part he remained taciturn. She wished she hadn’t taken her shoes off in the lift now, as was her habit. She was barefoot, he wasn’t. Finally the lift stopped at her floor, but the doors didn’t open. She became even more flustered unaware of the electronic device he held in his left hand.
She felt a large hand cup her buttocks from behind. Fondling her but also assessing her pertness. She wanted to cry out to protest but knew she wouldn’t be able to speak. Somewhere, secretly stirring, deep inside her she didn’t want him to stop. He turned her pressing her back to the wall, she didn’t dare look up, & slipped a finger down the front of her tight black slacks, into her silk briefs, she always wore silk knickers, she loved the fabric on her skin. She was depilated there too, as was the fashion at the moment. He smiled in appreciation & slipped his finger inside her labia then into her vagina pressing softly on her unruptured hymen. He said something to himself in a foreign tongue & removed his finger, holding up his wet finger in front of her. Finally she built enough courage to squeak a murmur of protest. He pressed the wet finger to her lips silencing her & lifting her frightened eyes to his. His own glare was cold & hard, used to respect & obedience from females. He pushed the wet finger between her high gloss lips.
“Clean it.” He almost growled at the uncomprehending girl.
She hesitated
“Now !” His voice was firm but fiery.
She obeyed, sucking him clean, he dried his finger on her blonde hair watching the frightened girl swallow her juices.
He pressed a button on the device, it blipped announcing casually its function & the lift door opened.
“You may go now !” He told her, with an air of dismissal.
She turned and fled fleeting barefoot down the corridor leaving her shoes & dainty handbag on the lift floor. It was only when she reached her locked door she remembered her keys in the bag on the lift floor. He was behind her, had kept pace with her easily & silently. Numb with terror she felt his arms go around her. Watched in horror as he opened, her door, with her keys !. He pushed open the door, her hall was dark, almost pitch black He slapped her behind, propelling her inside, she stumbled & fell to the floor. He tossed her shoes, bag & keys on top of her & closed the door. In the darkness, she waited in mute terror for almost 5 minutes for her rape to begin. Before she realized he had gone. Desperately she spied through her peep hole, nothing. She scrambled for the light switch, crying with relief as she found her keys. Tremulously she opened the door looking this way & that, nothing. Curiously she saw only her bare footsteps, not his shoes in the carpet trails.
Going back inside she locked the door fully & had the first of many tumblers of red wine, chain smoking. She considered calling the police but hadn’t even properly seen his face, only those magnificent eyes, in the end she didn’t phone anybody, not wanted to talk to anyone. Humiliated by her weakness, her pliability, her response to his dominance, the taste of her response still in her mouth. She woke on her sofa near midnight with a terrible hangover, confused & unsure now. She took a hangover cure capsule went to the toilet and brushed her teeth and went to bed. The hangover cure clearing her groggy head immediately then knocking her out.

Cattle/slave goad !

She woke with a strong male hand closed over her mouth. The room was suddenly lit. His other hand fisted in her hair as he dragged her to her tiptoes. She was naked, the 4 men in her room were not. From behind she felt a warm smooth metal phallus pressing in her anus. She had just a second to recognise the shape before he discharged the cattle prods electricity into her most tender erogenous zone. She shrieked into her assailants hand. Three of the men laughed the fourth did not. A finger went to the button again, stopped short.
“Stop fucking about with that toy” The fourth man told his companion.
It was him !
He snapped his fingers to the blonde “Here now !”
Suddenly released she stumbled forwards nearly falling he stopped her by seizing her hair. He pointed to her slacks discarded carelessly on the floor, cream silk panties crumpled on top.
“Fetch your frilly nether garments girl, lets see how much protection they afford you now.”
Terrified she brought them to him, they still felt warm & clammy.
He pushed her to all fours on the floor.
He pushed them into her mouth, gagging her with her smelly soiled briefs.
Then he bent over her, his fist again in her hair. In his other hand he wielded a well worn black riding crop. He gave her five brutal lashes to the backs of her legs, as she squealed into her gag.
He lifted her chin so her eyes met his.
“Are you going to be an obedient female ?”
Her reply was muffled by the panties in her mouth.
Another stinging lash.
“I cant hear you girl.”
She choked a frightened yes through the wadded silk.
“The correct response is ‘Yes Master’ slut”
The muffled ‘Yes Master’ was clearly heard
“Become accustomed to obeying men, slave !” He told her.
“Yes Master.” She whimpered through the gag.
He gave her another lash.
Turning to his companions he told them confidently
“That’s how to put a woman in her place.”
The men laughed.
She sobbed in misery.

The Apron

She was pushed into her living room, sitting on her couch was another man. He had the pretty blonde chambermaid between his legs. The exclusive luxury apartments, had a maid service, the maids wore attractive quite sexy black silk & lace apron outfits. All the maids were selected for their attractiveness. Wages were high & there were no complaints from the staff. Being given the opportunity of being noticed by a wealthy benefactor made the women pliable & eager to please. Many wore uniforms a size too small & shortened. The maid on her knees, had been particularly attractive & alluring, fawning on the men, irritating the women. The gagged blonde had been friendly with her though. Virgin & inexperienced, shyly almost besotted by the confident bimbo sexuality of the maid. It had been reciprocated both girls, for they had both recently only turned 20, seeing each others vulnerability albeit manifested differently, for now, reflected in the other. And a frisson of forbidden lesbian sexual excitement, both were very attractive girls, both to each other & men.
Now the maid was naked, kneeling, hands bound behind, her performing fellatio. The housemaid had also been whipped across her legs, her bruises looked fresh & tender. It was impossible not to notice the thick splashes of semen staining her inner thighs, she had clearly been raped and several times. One of the men put a sticky maids apron on the gagged blonde, it was lumpy & slimy with their lust. It had been the maids, now both girls were nude except for the filthy aprons.
“Fetch wine & beer slut” the gagged girl was told
Frightened she turned to go to the kitchen & was stopped by the whip under her chin. It was him again.
“The correct response is ‘Yes Master’ girl, I wont tolerate disobedience again”
“Yes Master” she sobbed through the gag.
“Become very used to calling men ‘Master’ slave”
“Yes Master”
“Now fetch drinks.”
“Yes Master”
She brought glasses of cold beer to her new owners.

why we are slaves

The two Masters sat watching us two sluts & the dancers in the background, drinking cold beer. This slave girl, emily, was kneeling fetchingly before the men, kneeling behind adele, another blonde slave. My respectfully downcast eyes on her squirming buttocks that were almost in my face, the thickly erotic slave smell of adele was almost a taste in my nostrils & mouth. So hot & slimy was the perfume of her need
We were both sheathed in glossy candy pastel pink slave silk. Slippery & shiny & utterly diaphanous where it pressed on our curves. Tiny tight little slips, matching panties & mouth veils. Hot & sticky, lovely to see & absolutely demeaning to wear. Masters found it delicious to be touched through, pleasured & fellated, but the slippery, lubricous fabric was utterly unsettling & distracting to be adorned in. Garnish or embellish being the most apt description of female slave clothing. The glossy, sheer garmenture making this slave feel even more naked & vulnerable before men, than being nude under their strict gaze. The filmy, slippery, lustrous fabric felt like warm jelly, almost semen like, slithering rudely on my highly sensitized body. Quite often leaving me tearful to be so vulnerable & erogenous on my knees before men. Naturally men decided we should only be permitted garments of this fabric, when we were to be permitted any clothing at all.
I am kept belled. My ankles and wrists with pretty belled chains. My upturned nipples, navel & most humiliatingly my clitoris pierced, ringed & belled, dainty & delicate totally inexpensive but lovely nonetheless silvery bells, like the valueless coins that adorn my body & rest of my pretty jewellery. Belled because animals are kept belled, because slave girls are kept belled, because I am pretty belled, and belled because men choose to keep me in slave bells. I am often instructed curtly to move more quietly, that my bells & the tiny slippery noises from my slutty wetness is distracting the masters from matters far more important than me. This leaves me stinging with humiliation, & also breathing quickly, fearful of male displeasure. No matter how desperately I try it impossible to move a muscle or even breathe without the accompaniment of the slave bells. I know my bother & petty distress pleases & amuses them. This too thrills me incredibly, & the knowledge of this & my inferiority humbles me even more before men.
During the day performing our menial female chores, we are mostly kept veiled & naked. Not for our comfort or to protect our pleasure silks, or because the heat of the day is more often than not overbearing but simply because we look pretty scrubbing floors nude on our hands & knees. I find this, and the reasoning behind my nakedness dreadfully demeaning, but moreover makes me incredibly diligent about my chores, naked & anxious. I am nude because I am female & I am an owned slave, my owner has decided my nakedness is pleasing to him. This uncompromising male strictness thrills me, & excites me, making me all the more embarrassingly aware of my naked exposed & aroused state. Scrubbing & polishing nude on my hands & knees before seated clothed men. I self consciously hold my body & sway & roll my branded bottom fetchingly, humiliated for male pleasure in my drudgery . Especially so when I am summoned to a table for fellatio, & then simply dismissed sticky & soiled with ejaculation back to my tasks.
Often during the oppressive heat of day if we are beckoned from our chores to fetch refreshing chilled beer & kneel intimately between a masters knees. We tavern sluts are given a tiny apron to wear, barely covering my loins & being slave silk utterly translucent. The colour matched to my veil, in my case rape-pink. The aprons though are hung on a little hook near the beer counter. & are quite often soiled and smelly from the previous wearer. Wet and slimy at the crotch & splattered or soaked through with ejaculation. If slave silk is lovely on our curves, wet sticky slave silk is incredibly more delightful & lovely.
They are rarely properly cleaned, just licked clean & perfumed at the end of the day. On an average day moderately busy, I & the other girls will intimately serve 5 men as well as performing our chores, exactly & with perfection.
Most of the tavern girls are kept in the curtained cage waiting for the evening. Waiting kneeling behind the curtain. The leathery fabric is transparent one way. From inside the cage the shiny almost patent crimson leather is mirror like, from the outside completely translucent. With the leather curtain closed, as it is during the day, the atmosphere is claustrophobic & muggy with the smell of sex & erotic fear.The girls wait, usually braceleted, some are gagged, some are hooded. Always in hopeful silence, desperately aware of the possibility of male scrutiny. The low cage is directly under the dancing stage, its ceiling the platform, with its attendant poles where girls are chained to dance for the tavern. The cage occupants are obviously kept locked within, there is only enough height to kneel & very little space. It is our home, & our kennel where we sleep & live, when we are not in a master service. At the end of the night, curled up with each other, smelly & soiled with rape. Often overwrought & emotional crying with needful rejection, & sobbing in humiliation, well used & caged. Lying on the thin cushioning of the red patent leather flooring. The steel bars of the floor pressing through the flooring, especially uncomfortable during the day when we kneel confined if we are not selected for menial chores. The cage door is only high enough to crawl through & is padlocked closed, with a quite lovely heart shaped padlock. Even the lock on our confinement rich with phallic symbolism. There is no privacy, slavegirls are permitted none.
In the evening, the curtains drawn back, we kneel in the cage squirming & writhing fetchingly for the tavern. Desperately aching to be selected, taken from the cage & permitted to kneel at a masters feet & give him pleasure. During the day we kneel also winsomely, eyes lowered, breasts lifted sweetly, hoping to attract a masters attentions. For just a few moments in male company. To be of some tiny worth in the harsh mirror of their fickle & demanding gaze. To be resplendent with total sexual submission to their fierce lust. We are to be silent & expected to keep our thoughts to serving male pleasure, to enhancing & enriching our service. To concentrate intently on some small detail of pleasing, to be that pleasure. Fellatio. Wetting his glans with your first ever so soft kiss. The slick moment of penetration. The small whimper of pain at anal his anal thrusting. The squeal of rapture at him inside you. Kissing his feet for the first time. Kissing his feet in tears at his departure. Kissing the rim of his cup before lifting it to him. Licking him softly clean. Kissing his whip, terrified before & smarting with pain & fear afterwards. Every aspect of the total service expected of us, in minute detail. So we spend our every waking moment squirming in need or in the rapture of fulfilled service.
The curtained cage during the day is incredibly warm & sticky, smelly with female need and the lust of the previous night. The air thick with the desire of slaves, a desire we are rightly not permitted to satisfy. Sometimes we wear a metal belt between our legs, locked with a heart shaped padlock, to remind us who owns & controls our feminine intimacies. I absolutely adore this & squirm helplessly against the metal belt, from the moment I am locked within. So much so, that frequently a master observing me will unlock me & ravish me on the tavern floor. If this happens I am rarely permitted to come. If a girl is used during the she is rarely permitted orgasm, so she simmers in her juices for the evenings service. & when I am locked back in the cage I might find myself at least braceleted, more often gagged, quite often in a close leather bag hood too. This makes me even more desperately aroused, waiting for the evenings service. I cannot help myself & I know the other girls find it so too.
The lighting is also cleverly done, inside the curtained cage to the occupants it is very dark & unsettling so, but from outside the slaves are perfectly visible & displayed. Similarly in the evening the brightness of tavern, make the cage seem even more vague & a hazy mass of seething heaving female flesh. But to the observer outside the cage the slave flesh is amply displayed. Allowing the master to examine the girls at his leisure and select the slut who pleases his eye.
In the cage, as outside the cage, curtained or otherwise we keep our eyes lowered submissively, below the waist level of our masters. My gaze resting humbly on the tiles, beneath my knees at his feet. Or on my swelling bosom, my belled nipples, rising sweetly. Or quite often wantonly & scandalously on those of another girl. I often am engulfed with lustful impulses, so deliciously sensual & exposed for sexual pleasure our condition. Often developing pathetic crushes on other slaves, wanting to be her, serving. Wanting to see her ravished, or be ravished with her, to violate her or be violated by her. To see her punished or humiliated. To see her well used, and abused. Utterly shamed & sullied by this homoeroticism impulse, squirming in close proximity with nude slavegirls, equally aroused as you, caged together. When our eyes do occasionally meet they are brimming with stinging tears, furtive humiliated glances. A hot gasp behind the veil in total flushed discomfort. The men know about these pathetic fantasies & exploit them quite ruthlessly for their amusement. Often making girls who feel very uncomfortable together, serve together intimately. Or to recount fantasies kneeling together at his feet, touching & kissing each other.
We females are not permitted to waste our lips in idle chit chat. & in any case our hot little thoughts & emotional fantasies are too worthless & pathetic to share even with each other. Occasionally the men find it amusing, condescending to listen to our fantasies, & to exploit them mercilessly. But their interest is extremely limited & impatient, with the prattle of women.
How wonderful it must be to be a man here to enjoy our unconditional & absolute service. A choice selection of beautiful sluts squirming helplessly with the need to serve his every desire, only to be pleasing & solely seeking to enhance his enjoyment. & how helpless it feels in the slave markets, locked in crammed cages to go on the auction block. Every girl equally or more so as beautiful & attractive as you. Too beautiful to be free or just female so enslaved. Waiting to kneel in every sense but most importantly sexually obedient before such men grovelling & servile. Vulnerable & fearful, feminine, used & abused, controlled & punished. Desperate to find some pathetic morsel of worth & value in his pleasure.
Usually it is a choice variety of blondes, like myself, selected for chores, both servile & wonderfully intimate. To serve in the tavern during the day. Other girls work in the kitchens & cleaning the small rooms & curtained alcoves. At night of course we are all kept very busy fetching drinks & kneeling under the tables or sobbing yielding in the alcoves, or dancing. I am often raped in the evening, quite frequently by groups of masters. When they are finished with leaving me, bound face down on the leather rape mat, in the sticky mess. The alcove curtain left open exposing me. Sometimes when one of the tavern keepers comes to take me back to the cage, he will find me lustful & rape me there & then, I truly love that. If I have been left bound, gagged or hooded I might be roughly used still in my constraints. Sometimes I might not be permitted to orgasm & in spite of myself I find that incredibly thrilling. Then he unbinds me & leaves me to quickly clean the alcove. Licking the leather mats clean of any residue of sex, polishing the rape mat with a scrap of silk. Before being pushed back into the cage to wait hopefully to be selected again.
Sometimes the aprons are slightly larger barely containing our breasts, like all slave garb I need to be very careful wearing this flimsy ensemble. Mockingly I’m not to permitted bare myself without express male permission or instruction. My state of dress or undress like my body & intimate pleasure is owned & proscribed by my male owners. Punishment ranging from a rebuke & slap, a spanking, to a severe whipping in the stock. I have no influence or bargaining leeway here, no recourse to rules. I am the property of my owner he will do as he pleases. Usually though I might be pulled over the masters knees & spanked soundly. To the accompaniment of raucous male laughter. The filmy fabric soaking quickly & sticking to my thighs & between my legs. The Masters find the wet little slippery sounds it makes amusing, to my acute embarrassment. One derisory comment or laugh is enough to leave me teetering on the brink of tears blushing furiously. Which is as intended, pretty & vulnerable for service.
We had brought the Masters ice cold beers, the evening was sultry & close. Fetching quickly & unobtrusively, sexually hot & sticky in our silks. This girl emily was breathlessly eager to please the men. Almost giddy with excitement. I had blushed & squirmed so helplessly kissing their feet, in welcome. That if I had been given permission to come, I would have done so hotly there & then, kneeling at their feet. One of the masters had commented on the slutty smell at his feet. My whole body burned crimson with self conscious embarrassment. My panties had filled with liquid heat & I was utterly rank with my need. Adele had become very wet too, kneeling besides me as we kissed the feet of our superiors. We had been instructed to touch each other, as we begged to serve their pleasure after we fetch them drinks. Both of us had once been free, now we were not. Shamefully my fingers had penetrated her thick slimy wetness, as her fingers violated me, we kissed the men's feet begging to please them. Then impatient fingers had been snapped sending us scurrying prettily to the bar, almost tripping on our belled ankle chains. The men were thirsty.
Wet & sticky at their feet we had humbly served the men cold beers, whilst choking on our own excitement. Panting beneath our veils. Eyes lowered beneath the men's belts. Excruciatingly aware of my heaving cleavage, I hoped desperately it was a pleasing visage for the seated men. Hoped fervently I could please them. They had drank their beers and watched the dancers pondering how best to enjoy us, if at all.
Now adele was kneeling before me, her buttocks in the air, her knees were widely spread. I was kneeling behind her closely intimately in the heat from her arousal. I touched her through the thin soaked panties, parting her lips and pressing softly but firmly on the hard bulb of her clitoris. She whimpered loudly, a plaintive helpless cry of constrained needfulness. I took her cries as cues, pressing & rubbing her firmly but gently back & forth, with my fingers. I was instructed to use my tongue. I slipped her sodden panties down on her thighs & pressed my hot tongue probing between her slick legs. Her heat spreading in my veil till it was sodden & plastered wetly to my lips. The smell & heat was incredibly sensuous. Her hips squirming & pressing to my lips, obediently to my tongue, in time to the music of the dancers. How shameful I felt, obeying hotly, squirming & squidging helplessly.
The men were watched us & the dancers casually. When adele was on the brink of orgasm I was instructed to stop & kneel in front of adele at the men's feet. How excellent adele was at repaying my preparation of her. Expertly she had stroked me through my own sodden panties. I was whimpering & moaning through my soaked veil in near ecstasy under her skilful fingers. Then they stopped her. She peeled off my briefs and stuffed them into my mouth. Acrid & thick with slimy stinking need, the taste & smell filling my mouth. She was stopped again. I was braceleted & so was she, wrists manacled behind us. She went behind me again & her tongue was so delicious & firm I sobbed helplessly into my panty gag. Her insistent tongue was so invasive, penetrating. I was excruciatingly aware of the slippery liquid sounds from my thighs and my muffled yelping pathetic cries. I was in utter abandon to my need.
The men had watched us squirming to the music, one eye on the dancers and the other on two squirming sluts performing on the floor before them. Then they stopped us. I looked at adele her veil was dripping with my arousal, stuck to her lips, we were both panting, me into my smelly gag her through her smelly veil. Then adele was stripped of her own panties & gagged also. A leash chain was attached to her collar & bent at the waist she was dragged away by her impatient master. I saw his firm erection, pushing through his toga, insistently. Taken to a leather curtained alcove to be raped, how I wished it were me. I remained kneeling before the still seated master. He lifted me up between his parted knees, his own erection quite evident. I couldn’t take my eyes from it. I eagerly pressed & massaged my thighs upwards against his erection. With the motion my thighs I lifted the cotton fabric of his toga, exposing him & then pressed my own silken clad upper thigh to his swollen manhood. Clutching him as bed I could with my upper legs slipping upwards on him with a slow rolling motion, lifting the hem of my garment till my own hot limbs held him.
He took a long gulp of his beer as he fondled my belled nipples through the tight slippery slave silk. They were so painfully taut. He pinched them quite softly, but I whimpered in pain. He was very aroused but also in total control. He could enjoy me & slavegirls like me at the click of his fingers. I wanted more completely than anything in the world to please men. & at that moment, craving to please him sexually & to have him be pleased by my service, the aching focal point of my existence was him. Taking hold of the swinging bell he lifted the chain between my pierced nipples. Pulling me towards him so I was pressed even more firmly onto his erection.
“Do you wish to please me slave ?”
I whimpered yes into my gag
“I cant hear you girl, shall I dismiss you ?”
Desperately I whimpered into the gag, pleading to be permitted to serve him. The more I pleaded the more the panties seemed to expand in my mouth, filling me with the rank taste of my utter helplessness. The sodden fabric expanding to further enhance the effectiveness of the gag.
I was in tears, how utterly undone I was.
He continued teasing me for a couple of minutes whilst he leisurely finished his drink. Then turning me around he pressed a brass tavern coin between my buttocks.
“Fetch me another beer slut & be quick.”
He pushed me towards the bar, slapping my bottom as I went.
Gripping the coin firmly between my bottom cheeks I hurried to the bar. I was still gagged & braceleted, desperate not to let the coin slip. We slaves are not permitted to touch money, not even the tavern tokens. Each table has a string of tokens allocated to it, one token per drink. A slaves use is free with the drink. We must carry the coins in our mouths or our buttocks. More by circumstance than design they aren’t properly cleaned, just licked clean, so taste quite strongly of sex. Adele & this girl had carried the previous coins in our mouths & both coins were still sticky from another earlier girls eager wetness.
I delicately knelt, keeping a tight hold of the coin, next to another girl at the bar, there were 3 other girls waiting. One slave another blonde her upper body was quite literally sopped with semen, she had been serving four men on her own, fellating each in turn, after her gang rape. She was a new girl & looked very timid struggling with a heavy tray of four large beers. The bar steward slapped her right buttock, her brand buttock, with his open hand. Her brand would still be very raw, mine still stung terribly if touched. Although a brand was fully closed & healed in just a couple of days. The wound would be tender for a long time, & long after any physical discomfort was gone the psychological distress & phantom pain would remain. I was a person who had been enslaved then the hot iron made me an animal the property of men. In the most painful & humiliatingly manner imaginable. I can still feel the hot metal burning my flesh, smell my burning buttock, hear my own flesh sizzling on the iron. His slap rang out as did her fearful sob of pain. Telling her curtly to hurry up. She whimpered obediently. I was very nearly a new girl myself & still dreadfully frightened by the men. A slave should fear her owners I suppose. & here women should fear men & be timidly obedient. Most earth girls like me remain vulnerable like new girls forever, that is part of our allure. It doesn’t lead to any softness or pity on the part of our masters. Rather we are very strictly treated & disciplined. To maximise the pleasure gained from our sexual exploitation. New girl or not, men firmly hold the whips here.
It was my turn now & the steward had me drop the coin into the bucket, squatting down. He poured the beer then unbraceleted my hands, rebraceleting them in front of me to carry the large flagon. He didn’t ungag me. I wasn’t permitted to look up.
“A good look for you little bimbo, & well silenced !”
He had enjoyed my fellatio earlier in the day. I remembered well nearly chocking on his erupting pleasure as he held me firmly his fist in my blonde hair, deep throating him.
I was sent on my way with a similar slap.
I also returned to my master in tears.
The tavern was now extremely busy. Pretty slave girls in various states of undress were hurrying back & forth with their masters drinks & food. Some were already stained with masters pleasure, others soiled by their own helpless need. We hurried back & forth quite breathlessly, eager to be quickly once again kneeling before men. & I must say quite fraught not to found displeasing for tardiness. Punishment here is swift & acutely humiliating & painful. But more than that I wanted to serve my master in all ways perfectly, to excel in his pleasure. & if I failed to satisfy him I wanted to feel the whip to be in tears at his feet.
The men for their part sat about drinking & watching the dancers & general goings on. When they stood up we females got out of their way quickly & respectfully. Many a pretty bottom has felt a swift slap or kick for being too near a passing master. As I passed sometimes men would reach out & fondle my breasts or buttocks. Expressing a rude interest in me. Or slip a finger briefly but deeply between my legs. I would have to sensuously lick it quickly clean there & then. I would blush flustered and thank them prettily, through the veil as it slithers sensuously on my full fellatio soft lips. The smell & taste of the humiliatingly lovely fabric, mingling with my perfume & service, tormenting me. My pupils dilated with sexual fear & arousal eyes down under my respectfully lowered lashes. Whispering, truthfully & hotly that I hoped they would permit me to serve them later. The choice of course is rightfully his & only his. All the while frantic & mindful of my waiting master. Tearful & nearly wetting myself with fright at the thought of his punishment if he feels he has been kept waiting too long. The stern leather of his whip, supple yet hard and unforgiving, painfully well remembered on the yielding curves of my behind & creamy upper thighs. They of course know this well & tease us terribly. They have the power & enjoy it fully. When I am in tears he dismisses me abruptly.
Tonight though I am not detained for too long. Just long enough to reduce me to tearful apprehension. A very well muscled Master with large tattoos on his arms seizes me. Cupping my buttocks with his huge hand, he grips my clitoris bell between his thumb & forefinger & pulls me towards him. It is deliciously excruciating I whimper into my gag. He slips his finger deep inside me. I am very wet & his finger makes a slurping sound inside me. Between his knees another earth girl keeps her face in his lap. Blonde like me her hair is fanned out prettily around him. Her soft lips & attention firmly & lovingly focused on his fellatio. He twists his finger slowly inside me. I grind slippery on his finger, making wet little noises. He takes the panties from my mouth & permits me to lick his glistening finger clean. I taste my own & humiliatingly her arousal too on his fingers. Before I can say anything he pushes the wet briefs back into my mouth gagging me again. & smacks my bottoms firmly.
“Back to your Master slut”
My ‘yes Master’ is muffled
“Before he becomes too impatient.”
I feel myself blanch with fright, he laughs. How horridly the beasts treat us sometimes. But he is not a beast he is a man, I am the animal, property, branded chattel. My thighs are so hot & wet now, fondly remembering his fingers. I do so hope he remembers my charms & summons me another time. The short belled chain between my ankles suddenly feeling so restrictive as I struggle to rush back to my waiting master, carrying his drink.
I stop before him eyes lowered & sink gracefully to the tiles at his feet. Frightened now very aware of him fondling the brutal leather whip with the fingers of his left hand. My gaze is level with his groin & thankfully he is still erect under his tunic. Not that would mitigate any displeasure I may have incurred. I ache to be seen by him in terms of desire rather than discipline. I may be whipped or raped or both or neither. According to his wishes. With the whip he indicates that I should serve his drink.
Still gagged & with my wrists closely chained I lift the flagon to my belly rolling it lovingly. Then lift it between my breasts rolling the cold metal in my cleavage, fondling his cup with my breasts between my belled chained nipples, as if in worship, of his drink. He reaches out with the whip, lifting my chin. I am not given permission to look up so I keep my eyes lowered.
“Stop girl.” I wait confused & frightened.
Behind me he calls out to one of the tavern keepers, he is dragging a weeping girl back to the cage. It is the new blonde from earlier. Her Masters had finished her gang rape & dismissed her.
“Leave her here for a few minutes”
“Ok, kneel there slut”
He pushed her to her knees besides me, leaving her.
“I’ll rape you later.”
“Yes Master” she was still tearful.
“If I decide against whipping your worthless little bottom red.”
“Yes Master” her voice was very anxious now.
She is still wearing only a serving apron, the 4 men had been raping her all afternoon. They had initially come in & enjoyed her fellatio over an afternoons beer. They had enjoyed the cooling beer, the afternoon was very muggy. So she had served beer all afternoon till the evening. Dancing for them, between their legs. Being taken in turn to a leather curtained alcove & raped. Then fetching cleaning towels & more beer. She had served well, they had enjoyed her well. Then after a final beer she had been dismissed. Each of the 4 men selecting another tavern slave to while away the evening with. Needless to say she had missed her evenings toileting & feeding, and also needless to say, that was unimportant. Her pink apron & veil were quite sodden & slimy.
He indicated that I should put the beer flagon to one side. I obeyed.
“Strip” he ordered me.
Immediately & still on my knees I sensuously squirmed from my slip, leaving the garment on the tiles.
He took the panties from my mouth, rolling the still slimy crotch between his fingers & tossed them to the floor contemptuously.
“Slut !”
“Yes Master !”
He pressed his fingers to my trembling lips.
“Clean this filth”
I licked his fingers lovingly, taking each finger deep into my mouth simulating fellatio. When he was satisfied he dried his fingers in my hair.
“Veil too”
I obeyed quickly.
He was still toying with the whip.
I was naked & sexually frightened on my knees before him. I was very aroused & vulnerable. My hot desire to please him was very evident & smelly.
He lifted the blonde head up to waist level with the shaft of the whip.
“Name ?”
“This girl is called yasmin Master”
“A pretty name for a pretty slave”
She blushed and flustered replied breathlessly “Thank you Master”
“Are you obedient & pliable under intimate male instruction”
“Yes Master” her voice was trembling with fearful excitement.
“Remove your apron”
“Yes Master”
He then had her take the tiny pink garment & put it on me sticky side inwards. Slave garments are sewn so delicately & carefully as to be fully reversible. It was warmed from her body heat & humidly slimy. Her use soil plastered the thin apron to my curves & the way it slithered stickily as I moved was absolute humiliating. The inside front, now outside was extremely sticky & smelly from her rape. The front was sodden & almost jelly like, my own wet heat melted into hers on the apron. I found the sensation of another girls arousal utterly debasing. Which rendered me further helpless & aroused. And my slickness in turn made me feel especially slippery & crushed sullied, by my inferior sexuality. I lifted the front of the apron to my lips & sensuously licked it clean so as not to soil my master.
Then yasmin removed her veil & plastered the slimy saturated square of silk inside out to my lips & face. The clammy warm stink of semen was nearly overpowering. As I opened my mouth to breath the mucous coated my lips & filled my nostrils. Yasmin had been well used all afternoon. The top of apron & the veil were slippery & sticky with thick glutinous use. The apron enhanced my cleavage beautifully. Some of the semen began to dribble down through my breasts I was almost breathless with arousal now. The beer served here has the opposite effect to that on earth, it seems to make men extremely virile & ejaculations copious, often quite insatiable. Regularly in the alcoves I start with fellatio, am then subject to vaginal & anal rape, often more than once & finishing with fellatio & cleaning. Each time his seed is plentiful, I am lavished with his pleasure. Yasmin had served the 4 men drinking all afternoon & ravished at their leisure, and I was now the recipient of the consequences of her service too.
He looked down at me.
“That’s more fitting for you”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
“ More menial for you !”
“Yes Master, thank you Master”
“Worthless slut”
“Yes Master” my eyes were stinging with tears.
He then had me bracelet yasmin's wrists behind her. & gag her with a large penis shaped pleasure gag. I lubricated the shiny red phallus with her own juices & then pushed it deeply into her mouth. I buckled it firmly closed at the nape of her neck, her eyes were quite wild with fear over the gag, these gags make you feel utterly helpless & anxious. The hood which was next doubly so. I pulled the tight leather ball bag over her trembling face. Her eyes were pleading with mine, but I could no more envision disobeying the masters than she could. Moreover it was only proper & fitting for enthusiastic feminine obedience to their will. Pushing her hair into the closely fitting hood & buckling it closed around her quite lovely neck just above her collar. The devices were scarlet leather, highly polished so as to be almost patent leather. Red for pleasure or black for general use or penal. He leashed her with a very short lead & I stood up & pulled her up & bent double at the waist, her head at my hip. He turned her away from him, so as to access her behind, caressing it firmly with the whip. As if lost in contemplation, whether to rape her & dismiss me or enjoy us both. For a moment I was filled with a hot spasm of lust to see her lovely rounded rump whipped.
I gulped & he chuckled as I blushed hotly.
“Take her back, to the steward, you will not escape the full fury of my lust tonight emily”
My head & loins almost swam with the anticipation of his pleasure.
“Yes Master” I whimpered happily
I led the blind stumbling girl to the back of the tavern to the keepers table. The steward from earlier, stood up & drained his beer then seized her leash quite eagerly. Slapping her buttocks soundly he led her by the collar to an empty alcove, still stumbling & bent double at the waist. As a female at the masters table I was still waiting quietly to be noticed & dismissed by one of the stewards When I heard the whip crack on her behind. Every girl in the tavern heard that terrible sound. I was suddenly overwhelmed by dreadful apprehension. When a girl is punished in the tavern all the girls attune their hearing to her beating, her whimpers and cries of misery. Another sharp lash on her behind, my body remembered the pain of my last whipping in tune to hers. I couldn’t help myself but look through the open curtain in appalled fascination. The men naturally were quite oblivious to the whipping. He stopped then & put the whip to one side. He had been tender in her punishment, only 5 lashes. She was trembling in fear and physical pain, as the lashes burned & throbbed into her backside. I saw him lift his tunic, his erection was massive & enter her from behind urgently, he had been eager to rape her. She was face down on the leather pleasure mat, still hooded & braceleted & he was pumping her quite fiercely. New girls & earth girls find anal rape incredibly demeaning. The fact that men know this & impose their will on me leaves me feeling so weak & powerless. And so I love it. My knees were weak with hot frustration & need.
Suddenly I was snapped out of my reverie when one of the stewards clapped his hands sharply & dismissed me, contemptuous of my obvious wetness.
Startled & shamed & also frightened I hurried back to my Master.
It was midway through the evening now & the tavern was quite busy. Against the walls girl were kneeling. Used & dismissed facing the wall, waiting to be led back to the slut cage. Faces & breasts stickily displaying the masters lust. Or in some cases upper thighs soiled by intimate service. Though these girls were usually left in the alcoves on all fours, or braceleted & face down waiting to be taken back to the cage. To wait aching in the cage to be selected again. To be permitted to be in male company again. Kneeling at his feet obediently & lovingly serve his pleasure. To kneel if only in attendance of a person rather than that of insignificant & trivial slaves. He was free & we were owned.
He was talking with another Master when I returned, sharing a hookah. I knelt unobtrusively before him head down & waited. The other master had a brunette slave kneeling, nearly between his legs. The smell from her thighs was thick & almost sticky in the air between us. She was fresh from the cage, waiting behind those bars is agonizingly arousing. We knelt close together at the men's feet. In each others sticky body heat in each others sultry smells. The serving tiles below the masters chairs are extremely close the air quite oppressively clammy. The seats are well ventilated by the sea air cleverly routed by the shutters. The seats are quite naturally for the men, for free persons, not slaves.
I suddenly felt a shudder of humiliation & helpless sexual need. Her smell reminding me of the transportation sacks. In my minds eye saw her, myself & several other girls squirming, frightened vulnerable captives. The heavy leather bag, tightly fitting from the head down and buckling between my legs. Massively dildo gagged, hair is pulled into a tight braid to avoid the complications of suffocation or strangulation & arms strapped & pinned firmly against my back. The thick heavy leather sacks are very tight, extremely frightening claustrophobic. The inside is very smooth polished to be patent like. You are bound & gagged then dildoed front & rear with massive phalluses, secured by broad straps. Then wait in turn kneeling to be squeezed into the sack. A thick mucous like lubricant is spurted inside the sack then the bags are left for a while in the sun. then quite suddenly the men begin. The first girl is knelt upright then the sack is simply yanked over her head & downwards in a violent swift inescapable motion. There is no need for upper body straps or any further restraints, the leather is too unyielding. The hood is then buckled tightly closed between her legs and a broad strap around her upper thighs. This is extremely tight & padlocked closed between her legs, where it clanks like a bell with her movements. Our legs are left bare, so we can be whipped along, from behind if our pace slackens. No regard is paid incidentally to her continence. We are simply told we are not permitted to toilet & are too terrified to be disobedient. Inside the sack the lubricant feels like a cross between warm KY jelly & thickly sticky semen, it soon films your entire body. Also it stinks strongly of sex. Its main purpose is to prevent chaffing & to provide moisture & nutrients for the captive slave, through her pores, often you are bagged for a week or more, during transportation. There are various gruesome rumours regarding the grease, all are untrue the grease is simply boiled vegetable mush that has putrefied until it becomes slimy. One rumour is that it is cattle semen mixed with afterbirths. Another more gruesome rumour is that is the congealed mush of dead slavegirls. There are several rumours regarding the disposal of unwanted female slaves due to ugliness, aging, punishment or plain economic wastage. That they are fed to wild crocodiles, dogs or even pigs. However in truth the bodies are incinerated to ash & allowed to blow away, to avoid contaminating the food chain. No memorials are deemed necessary for slavegirls, we are merely cattle.
Inside the leather sack you begin to squelsh about, within seconds, mercilessly until your body feels entirely erogenous. You feel like you are inside yourself, like a human dildo in the clammy claustrophobic blindness. There are strategically placed steel rings & you are chained to the next girl & so on. Ankles are chained quite closely together & closely to the next girl. There is no space between you & the next girl you are pressed to her back. Your ankles are tagged with a vending disc a similar disk has been attached to your nipple. you are then left standing in the sun while the men breakfast. When the men are ready the whips start on the backs of the legs until you reach a pace they desire. Then the lash is more random, fickle even, more volatizing. You stumble & jog struggling futilely against the ankle chain. Not knowing which direction you are travelling in, to what fate, when the next lash will strike. You sob helplessly & pitifully, utterly vulnerable. The hot jelly & the violating whipping makes the whole experience intensely vulnerable & sexual. Sometimes when the men stop they decide to rape one of us. The girl is not unbagged just her lower body is opened & she is raped by each of the men in turn, but she is not permitted to come. When they are finished with her she is simply dildoed & secured again. Then whipped along at double pace to catch up with the other girls
They whip you along all day in the hot sun. They work in relays taking turns to gallop ahead & rest in the shade. You know when they have swapped because the whipping is initially more frequent. In the evening you reach an staging post, with a tavern & a slave cage. More than likely there will be more than one group of slaves to be caged. The average slave coffle is twenty girls. The cage designed for twenty usually has 4 times that number pressed together kneeling. Cruelly it is curtained closed, so the evening breeze is kept out. I always found myself in the middle of the press which is the worse position, this is kept for earth girls & blondes. Dogs patrol outside the cage, barking & growling all night. The girls on the outside of the cage terrified of being bitten through the bars or worse urinated on, then discovered in the morning & severely punished for toileting without permission. But most cruelly you are in a state of extreme & frustrated sexual arousal. The taverns are relatively open & the sounds of music, revelry & sexual pleasure torments us as we drift into sleep. Then all too soon it is morning. You are left stifling in the leather curtained cage in the sun while the men breakfast, then the whipping begins again & you are lashed off for another day.
I spent 8 days like this before reaching a harbour then permitted to toilet for a minute at most & a trough of slimy half rotting vegetable peelings, deemed unfit for the pigs food, better than slaves in shipment normally receive often we are fed their own slurry in transit. This however was rotten from being left in the heat for days & stank terribly one girl vomited before me & half my food was her vomit, she was whipped raw. & another of filthy water, made worse by one of the men urinating in it when it emptied. We were permitted another minute or so to clean ourselves hurriedly, then we were bagged again & whipped into a cage below the transport ships decks with 100 other girls in a cage designed for 30 at the most. The whole process had taken less than 10 minutes. Locked in the corner outside the cage more valuable animals pigs and cows had a little bit of moving space but not us.
10 days later we made shore & I was unbagged & bagged again.
This time our food was much worse, our own waste & urine, the normal fodder of transported slavegirls. When the excrement bucket was full we were lined up in front of it & one by one we had our faces pressed into the filth, till we were choking. The choice was simple eat or choke, we ate. Then when the men were satisfied our heads yanked up. I vomited as did 2 other girls, we were made to eat that too then on all fours whipped until my buttocks & legs were crimson with swollen pain. We were all lined up & the men who had been drinking quite heavily then urinated on our faces. We were then permitted to clean ourselves for a couple of minutes before being bagged again.

Then 14 days across country before we reached our final market in this city wherever this is & whatever it is called. Incidentally some cargoes can do a similar journey in roughly a third of the time, but it is more cost effective for cattle to be driven. It used to be the case that slaves under transport, were also heavily laden with trade goods & also yoked to wagons, & indeed that is still the norm in more inaccessible regions, but is considered too untimely, as even under a brutal whip a heavily laden slave is slow. We on the other hand are sternly whipped & maintain a brisk jogging pace. Also the journey is deliberately designed to be utterly humiliating & demeaning for the slaves to break new girls & further oppress girls who weren’t so new. Cost effective training, only a requiring minimal training & beating to make us completely satisfactorily pliable & obedient.

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Submissively & obediently I kept my eyes respectfully below my beloved Masters belt line. As an inferior female & owned property I am not permitted to raise my gaze any higher than his groin without male permission. That is a privilege in itself to be allowed to look at his groin, his manhood, the essence of his superiority. Intrinsically inferior, my eyes are not worthy of meeting those of a man. I am not an equal, not even a person here. I am only a worthless slavegirl. Bought and sold, auctioned like cattle, to the highest bidder, paid coin for because my owner wished to enjoy my rape. Branded with my owners mark ineradicably & excruciatingly burned into the flesh of my buttocks. Collared in his locked steel collar, my ankles and wrists are similarly fettered, he it goes without saying keeps the key. When not at my menial female chores or serving his intimate pleasure I am confined in a tiny locked kennel. He keeps me in strict, uncompromising & painful discipline. My well rounded pleasing behind knows well & fears his terrible whip. My soft body dreads the leather, my feminine submissive nature loves him for his strictness for the whip.
I am not a disobedient slave I want to be obedient & pleasing to all men in general & in particular to the Master who I freely give all my love, even though this is of course expected from a slave. I love his domination & am very submissive and long to serve him. My body & my soul ache to pleasure him intimately.
I am kneeling on the hard tiles at his feet. It is a warm sultry night he is enjoying an ice cold beer. My finger tips are still tingling from the chill metal goblet. I warmed it on my breasts rolling the metal in my ample cleavage, rolling the vessel lovingly between my belled nipples