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.