I was kneeling near the closed window blind, fascinated peering out of the slight crack in one corner, watching the goings on below. I should have been on my hands and knees scrubbing the hard floor for Master but I couldn’t stay away from the scene below. Even though I was white silk still (a virgin), I was dreadfully hot and wet
Although I wasn’t a slave yet Master had told
me to start calling him and any other men Master.
He had ordered me to strip naked in front of a
group of men & put me over his knee and spanked me for disobeying his
instructions in front of them.
I called him Master now and obeyed his commands
quickly and frightened, but I guess I still foolishly thought I would be going
home eventually.
The instructions were to serve the men drinks
and after my spanking I had done so nude.
The men had laughed and commented rudely on my
scent after being spanked which had made me even more embarrassed and hot down
there.
Master had made me stay all afternoon, nude
serving the men drinks. Although he had ordered one of the other slave girls to
fetch me a pretty little mouth veil. I had not been permitted to be unveiled
since then. The other girls had serving aprons, or even panties and tiny sexy
slips, I did not.
Since that day I hadn’t been permitted much more in clothing
just a tiny yellow slave silk apron and a matching silk mouth veil. Slave silk
is maddeningly sensuous. It feels to cheap to wear tacky & sticky but
lovely and smooth to touch or fondle a girl through. It is incredibly glossy
and shiny but also nearly totally diaphanous.
We were moving around the country usually on or
around the coast. Staying in taverns or wild camping on the beaches or hills.
Sometimes Master would allow me to walk along besides him as he rode, sometimes
he would sit me on his lap in the saddle. I was never allowed on a horse on my
own. But other times he would confine me to the wagon with its curtains tightly
closed. Quite often we would join a caravan of fellow traders and frequently
slavers. Then I was bound hand and foot and put in the closed wagon cage with
the slaves. The slaves were usually bound and gagged and often hooded too.
Thankfully I was not but it was very hot and sticky in the cage with its heavy
leather curtains, and the helpless stink of sex and fear from the slaves
was palpable in the humid heat.
Sometimes when we wild camped I and some of the
other slaves prepared the camp and cooked for the men. Sometimes we were even
permitted to swim in the sea briefly. However once the men had finished eating
Master would send me back to sleep in the slave cage. Although I could still
hear the men enjoying the slaves and the lovely cries of helpless submission
and orgasm around the camp. I would
squirm helplessly in the darkness, huddled up with any other girls who were
locked in the cage. There were girls like me who were still white silk and were
kept locked in steel chastity or nether belts, so they were not raped until
they were sold. Some Masters prefer a white silk girl and will pay a little
more to be the first to red silk her.
I had asked master why he hadn’t locked me in a
belt. And he asked me amused if I wanted to be. He told me that because I was
not yet branded and was obviously traveling with him any interested master
would defer to his wishes. There had been a few enquires though he laughed
which made me feel even more vulnerable and nude. Especially as the men freely
slapped and fondled me as I served them.
When we
stayed in towns we stayed at the taverns, where lots of slave served the patrons
and cleaned, cooked served drinks. The tavern slave girls served the guest
intimately, for the price of a drink or room.
In the taverns Master would sometimes confine
me to his room, sometimes locked in a tiny cage behind a leather curtain, or
would give me a stack of chores to do, including scrubbing a polishing the hard
wooden or stone floors of the room, on my hands and knees, till it gleamed like
new. Or he would send me to work with
the other girls in the taverns we stayed in, performing similar menial chores and when he did I would be nude apart from my
veil, usually the other girls wore slave silk aprons and sometimes very sexy
little bikini sets. I was especially taken with the girls in one tavern who all
wore gold or silver bikini outfits. Master had very kindly allowed me to wear a
tiny golden mouth veil while we stayed there. And I was quite upset when he
took it off me when we moved on.
In the yard below there were groups of naked slaves
being delivered to the docks and a few small ships getting ready to leave for
various destinations. A couple of officials men were processing the slaves
transports. And the slaves were escorted by slavers from the ships, there
looked to be 5 groups in total. None of the men were working particularly fast,
it was already a hot morning. The groups of slaves were waiting in small cages
covered in thick leather curtains and it already looked very hot and quite horrid for
the frightened girls.
Yesterday had been a big market day and lots of
fresh slavegirls sold wholesale & were now going to more distant markets to
be sold to individual masters or establishments. I hadn’t been allowed to go to
this market. I had been to other small markets with Master, but he could see how
much I wanted to go to the big market so made me stay in the tavern working
with the other slaves
One often denies slave girls small pleasures
and gratifications, It teaches them, the more deeply, that they are slaves. He
had told me when I was nearly in tears begging to be allowed to go the market.
‘But I am not a slave.’
‘Return to your chores.’ He told me curtly
‘Yes Master.’ I replied hurrying quickly to
obey
Then in the evening as the tavern was getting
busy I had been confined to his room and
locked in the curtained cage. He had brought a girl back to the room for his
pleasure while I was locked in the cage.
Even though I hadn’t said a word. He had struck
the leather curtain of the cage and told me to be silent, and to kneel facing
the wall in the cage. I had not dared to disobey and was helplessly excited and
frightened all night listening to Him and the slavegirl. Once when he had brought another girl back to another room in another tavern I had dared to object. He had gagged me with his companions fusty panties and spanked me in front of her. Then locked me in slave bracelets back in the cage. I had never dared, to demur again.
But now I couldn’t take my attention from the
scenes below me.
The slave girls were lined up and one by one
allowed to squat and pee over a large bucket. Slave girls fodder doesn’t generate
much waste apart from pee. Then the girl was put on all fours and several very
large suppositories were pushed into her bottom, not particulary gently, but not particularly cruelly either, just in casual worklike manner. This was to be her only
sustenance for the journey. Then the girl was closely bound with leather
straps, gagged and forced into a thick leather sack. The closed sack once closed pulled the captive and a rough cube or ball shape. The shipping tag closed and locked the bag. Then the sack was simply tossed
onto various piles waiting to be loaded onto the ships. The leather bags were very thick
leather, smooth and shiny on both inside and outside. And provided some
protection but not much padding for a slaves lovely smooth skin.
A girl tightly bound inside would find impossible to escape from or to break position. The tightly bound captive would take up as little storage space as possible. The terrified girls had been told that if they soiled or wet themselves inside the bags they would be simply tossed overboard. So each petrified captive desperate to pee after even the first few hours day spent the journey squirming in discomfort and fright desperate not to leak even the tiniest amount. The average journey was 2 weeks. When the slaves were unbagged the inside of the sack was slick & stinking of sex and fear. The insides of the bags were never bothered to be cleaned incidentally. There wasn't done for cruelty, a girl in shipping was just livestock, usually someone elses property to be moved from one place to another. Although occasionally a girl might also be confined to a sack as a punishment. Quite often just confined by the tight leather and ungagged. You could just about hear her moans and sobbing faint pleading to be forgiven from inside the leather sack.
What had totally captivated my interest though, was a pretty slave who was serving the men as they worked and took breaks. There were 2 men who supervised the manifests and a pair of sailors responsible for loading the stock for each of the ships, and also dockyard workers. The slave girl was serving them all drinks and also kneeling before each and performing fellatio while they laughed and joked. She seemed to be under the impression that one or some the men would also fuck her later and was excited by the prospect. I too was quite aroused watching her fellate the men in turn.
None of the men were working
particularly hard, or too urgently. It was a very hot day, and must have been
even hotter for the slaves in the shipping bags, left out waiting in the hot
sun.
The stock handlers were responsible for binding
and bagging the girls
Each girl squatted in front of all the men over
the rancid bucket. The pee bucket was filled and overflowing after 3 or 4
girls, so the next girl had to carry the bucket to the nearby drain and empty
it. Sometimes she or the next girl would miss her chance to pee and get very distressed.
Usually the vended girls hadn’t been toileted
for a few days prior to being sold. A girl who is desperate to pee handles very
compliantly and attractively on the sales block, as she is fondled probed and
slapped for the buyers.
Their distraught protests were quickly silenced with a stinging slap or a sharp lash with the whip.
The discomfort of the slaves didn’t matter to
the men it was only a couple of weeks of discomfort, they would squirm better
on the sales block for it. And none of the girls even the newest slave would
ever dare disobey one of the Masters.
Casually or as if to emphasize their inferiority,
sometimes one of the men would stand and piss into the bucket, filling it and
making the girl waiting rush to empty it. Or would stand over the drain and pee
while the slave struggled to empty the overflowing pail. The girls could have
just as easily squatted over the drain in turn, and they could just as easily
have drank from the tap of cool water that the men were splashing on themselves
to keep cool. Instead of drinking from a large very warm stale barrel of water
that was sitting in the sun. They were not actually drinking, instead once
bound the girl had a funnel pushed into Her mouth and a jug of water poured
into the funnel, then She was tightly gagged.
The pretty girl serving the men was kept very
busy fetching them cold beers and fresh cold water to cool themselves with as
they sat in the shade. She was made to touch herself to near climax, in front
of each of them before she went between their legs. But she was not allowed to
orgasm. She was obviously very excited and desperately hoping that one of the
men might push her down onto all fours and make Her cum. After the men had cum
she waited to swallow obediently and was then pushed away Her face and breasts
still sticky with cum to wait to serve again.
This scandalized me and aroused me terribly, I
was almost touching myself with excitement, but didn’t dare to as women were
not allowed to masturbate here. Slave or free, the pleasures of her body was
for mens enjoyment.
Gradually the ships were loaded with
merchandise and animals, then the girls were taken below, loaded into the deep
below in the ship. Master and I had traveled by ship earlier in our journey and
he had surprised and horrified me by telling me that the rounded leather sacks
I had stumbled across in the darkness of the ship were slave girls in transit. It
had been so hot and horribly stuffy down there and I hadn’t actually believed him till much
later.
I suddenly became aware that Master was
standing behind me. He being an ex soldier could move very silently and very
quickly when he needed to.
‘Why are you not busy with your chores girl’
“I am sorry Master, I only stopped for a moment
Master.’
‘Did you not think I could see you at the tiny
crack in the blind, while I was in the yard having breakfast, you pretty little
liar.’
‘Oh Master I am sorry Master.’ I was suddenly
afraid of being spanked again.
‘Never mind, hurry up and clean then pack my things we are
leaving today, on the last boat.’
‘Oh I didn’t know Master, yes Master.’ I was so
relieved not to be punished, and so happy to be going on a boat again. The last
time Master had sometimes allowed me to kneel on the deck with him, when I
wasn’t working besides the ships galley slaves.
I cleaned the room and packed hurriedly, I had nothing of my own to bring. Master had been my companion and protector albeit a very strict dominant one, since I had somehow arrived in this strange vital and highly sexualized land. Woken up in a strange locked room. With nothing but my skimpy slip and panties, to wear. Waiting for someone, him to unlock the door.
Downstairs I was nude except for my veil again,
carrying his heavy bag and preceded him to the docks happily. Then suddenly he
took the bag from me. And took me to the yard entrance.
‘You are going as storage this time girl, in
the hold.’ He told me walking away from me.
‘Please Master, I am sorry Master, please
Master.’ I begged and pleaded at his retreating back.
A sudden slap on my bottom from one of the dock
workers ‘Be quiet and get over there on all fours girl.’
I realized it was hopeless.
‘Yes Master.’ I replied quickly obeying.
He picked up one of the suppositories and
stepped behind me.
‘Master please, I haven’t toileted yet Master.’
‘No time for that now girl, the bucket is
nearly full anyway.’ He said.
‘Please Master I haven’t been since yesterday
morning.’ It was a very busy day yesterday.
'Did your Master not take you to the buckets this morning slave ?'
'No Master, he didnt Master.'
'He musn't have wanted to permit you to toilet then slave, must he slave ?'
'Oh... No Master maybe he didnt Master, Yes Master, thank You Master.'
‘No matter, you can wait girl, just think how
prettily you will squirm on the block in a couple of weeks.’
‘Please Master I am not a slave, Master.’
He looked at the manifest and counted the bound
girls lazily ‘It says here 15 slaves, you and this pretty little cocksucker
make 15, no matter that can be sorted out at the market when you arrive.’
‘Please Master.” I sobbed desperately
He slapped my bottom hard. ‘Be quiet girl, or I
will use the whip next time.’
‘Yes Master.’ I whimpered, totally defeated.
You always have to reply yes master even when you are ordered to silence
My hands were locked behind me in tight leather
cuffs and straps then pushing me face down, he lifted my bottom and pushed the
first suppository roughly into my bottom. I didn’t dare even moan in pain. When
all three were inside me I was squirming with discomfort, as told me to kneel
upright and stuffed the funnel into my mouth. He poured a jug of stale warm
water into it then left the funnel in place, effectively gagging me.
‘Nearly finished now, just you to go girl. Fetch
me another beer then you can suck my cock before we bag you.’
‘Yes Master.’ She replied
I was still kneeling to one side of them
waiting to be bagged as well.
After he had cum, very copiously in Her mouth
and all over Her face he pushed Her away.
‘Please Master bend me over and open my legs Master, I am so hot and needy Master.’
The men laughed at her naivety. Slaves even
experienced slaves are still foolishly hurt and surprised when Masters don’t
allow them to cum or act in any way with reciprocity, especially sexually.
‘Just think you will be even hotter and needy on the
block for your new Master girl, when you get to the markets in Schendi.’
Both she and I suddenly were terrified, I could
see the girls in the bags squirming frightened too. The masters of Schendi are
known as the strictest most demanding Masters.
‘You want to get us a good price and find
yourself a strict Master don’t you slut.’
‘Yes Master.’ She whimpered.
'Please Master may a girl use the bucket, Master?'
'No we dont have time for that now girl.'
"Yes Master, thank You Master.'
‘Go and empty that bucket and clean it girl,
then we can bag you up.’
She was not to be allowed to pee either and
would have to scrub the bucket clean while desperate to pee herself.
Then we were both bound tightly, knees bent and
bound to our chests in a ball shape and forced into the tight bags that were
locked and humiliatingly had a shipping tag attached to the outside.
Foreign blondes like me are treated very
strictly and especially so in Schendi. There I wasn’t delivered back to Master.
Instead i and the other girls spent another 4 days waiting in the pens for auction day, then we were sold on the
block. Thankfully we were allowed to toilet after then. But I and 4 other girls
were to be taken to yet another market further inland. We were all even more
scared, inland from Schendi the Masters were even stricter, and especially so
with blonde girls who they paid a premium for.
I was to be iron belted for the journey.
Another week locked in a hot slave wagon.
There I was sold to a very strict Master, who I
obeyed in fear and total love and awe of Him.
After my branding and my first whipping I had
come so helplessly in his arms impaled on his lovely hard cock. I was utterly
lost to him. Blonde girls are also highly valued for their total natural
submissiveness here, once they have tasted the whip. I so loved to suck him and
swallow, whenever possible and loved it when he left me with his sticky
pleasure all over my face and breasts. Fellatio is another thing blonde foreign
girls are highly prized for. He named me emily, which here means girl who loves
to suck.
My new Master had a large harem of slaves and
also shared me with his guests.
Then one day the first time I had seen him in 2
months since he left me at the docks, master visited.
Master had given me to him for the duration of
His stay. In his room he had whipped me for not cleaning the room properly on
that last day. Masters rarely forget or forgive disobedience. Then I had sucked
him and he came very strongly in my face. He had pushed my soaked slave panties
into my mouth and then raped me. Leaving me bound and gagged while he napped.
Then later I had sucked him again he came so much and so thickly nearly as much
as my Master.
‘Master may I ask why I was brought here.’ My face was still covered in his cum.
‘Is it not obvious slut ?’
‘But why me Master and why the journey with you
Master.?
‘I was going this way anyway slave, and because
you slighted someone, you shouldn’t have
back home girl.’
‘Maybe in your prim but sexy little
receptionist uniform, when you should have been sucking cocks for a pimp in a
pvc micro mini, like the slut you are.’
For some reason that imagery made me feel even
more humiliated than before. And even hotter and wetter kneeling before him. I
was nearly orgasmic
‘Oh, oh …please Master may I ask who it was
Master ?’
‘No you may not, slave.’
‘Yes Master, thank you Master.’ I sobbed.
‘Remove your panties slave.’
‘Yes Master.’ They were soaked and sticky
He locked my wrists behind me in cuffs and
pressed the panties partially into my mouth
‘Polish my boots slut.’
‘Mpphh….yes Master.’
He went and showered then came back into the
room and got dressed, putting his boots back on.
‘Clean and polish the floor then you may go
back to the kennels slut. I think I will choose another girl for tonight.’
“Yes Master.’ I whimpered into the partial gag.
The stone bedroom floor was huge, and it was already late in the hot afternoon.
He picked up the crop and lashed my behind with
a couple of sharp stripes, then left.
I hurriedly started to polish the floor with my panties. I would be punished if I hadnt finished when he returned. and punished if i was late back to the kennels.
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