A raid

 

The wagon had stopped with a jolt. In the total darkness of the covered cage the cargo waited in frightened anticipation. We were the cargo, all bound in thick leather cuffs hand and foot, wrists pinned and held firmly  in the small of our backs. Ankles locked together and strapped to our upper thighs. We were all gagged with short but very stout cock shaped gags. The devices were all locked there was no escape from any of them. The slave wagon cage with its thick leather cover and curtains was in total darkness. Sticky with heat, the humid smell of our sex and fear. Sometime we were kept hooded and sometimes we were kept in thick leather sacks, this seemed to depend on the mood and whims of the Men who were transporting us. There was no possibility of escape, whenever and wherever we stopped it was quite plain  we were just slavegirls  and also quite evident there was nowhere to run to escape to.

But the Men liked to keep us bound in strict bondage, we were just merchandise. In addition we imported girls, very pale creamy skinned girls from earth, were kept out of the sun as much as possible. Our creamy skin that blushes and flushes so easily when were are sexually aroused is quite the selling point and also a matter of great amusement both to the Men and the other slavegirls too. So even if the wagon stopped during the daytime it was one of the slightly darker skinned girls who was released to make food and drink for the Men. She would often be pushed back into the cage bound again, sticky and soiled from pleasuring the Men while they relaxed.

But today seemed different. There was angry aggressive male shouting from outside the wagon. And all the girls, even gagged as they were whimpered fearfully and squirmed, totally captive in our leather straps. We were being raided and the Men were fighting there was the sound of metal weapons clashing and angry desperate shouts.

This happened periodically along this route there were several hot spots for raiders, and talking to the

more experienced girls it was not uncommon for caravans to be raided for property and slaves to change hands violently. Most this was done peacefully, a bribe or wayfarer  tax was paid and the caravan continued on its way, but sometimes pillage and then often rape was the order of the day.

We had been stopped quite a few times on this route already, the journey from north to south was usually a month and a half. And often was either by road along the coast, as in our case of by sea, though that was quicker it had its own hazards of piracy.

Each time we stopped in this way there was often angry shouting and sometimes occasional violence, before the tax was paid or sometimes impudent raiders backed off seeing they were outnumbered.

We slaves would wait in terror, nearly wetting ourselves with fright. Of course we never did dare wet

ourselves  or to toilet without permission. All of us had faced the humiliation of involuntary discharge, often the first time we had been put on the auction blocks or examined intimately by rough scary looking slave traders. And then the inevitable whipping and the punishment of having your face pushed into the toilet bucket and having to gulp down as much of the slushy mixed urine and faeces as you could, so as to be able to breath again. Needless to say you never dared pee without permission again. The Masters here are very quick to punish and the punishments are dreadfully effective.

But we were in terror and the sensation of nearly wetting ourselves, made that terror even more intense. Listening to the clashes outside the curtain the angry shouts. Totally powerless, and subject to the Men who owned us. And the fact that they weren’t fighting over us as desirable women, but as merchandise and property was even more humiliating.

Then more angry shouts and it was finished, there was the sounds of footsteps and horses departing. Either the raiders had won or our current owners. It didn’t really matter to us, there was no prospect of release or rescue for any of the slavegirls.

The curtain was opened and several of us were ordered pulled out of the cage including me. The curtain closed again. Looking at the Men even though were rarely permitted to raise our gaze above their belts I could tell that it seemed on this occasion we had not changed hands.

And on this occasion as on the other occasions adrenaline was still running high. Some of the girls were pushed onto all fours still gagged and bound and raped by the Men in turn. I and two of the other girls were told to serve wine and cold food to the Men. Then afterwards we knelt at their feet licking them clean after they had finished gang banging the other girls. They were left kneeling bound in case someone wanted to enjoy them again. After I had licked the Men clean they were inevitably still aroused and hyper and wanted fellatio, quicker and rougher than usual. Quickly moving on from licking and kissing to a thrusting deep throating and gagging spluttering face fuck.

It always seemed so incredible that they managed to cum so much and so often no matter how frequently they wanted to enjoy sex. After the first Master had cum and allowed me to swallow, leaving my face and face veil, my breasts covered in His sticky cum. I was naked apart from the slave veil. Mostly the only other clothing were given was a tiny filmy diaphanous apron. Very rarely panties although sometimes it amused the Masters to gag us with our panties, for sex or punishment.

After I had swallowed the first Masters cum I was called to the next Man then a third and a fourth. The

other serving girls were equally intimately employed. There was only 5 Men but they all wanted to fuck the girls and be sucked in turn by us. Then when they were finally finished we served more wine. The other girls were bound again and put in close fitting leather bag hoods, and pushed back into the wagon. I was too but then one of the Men changed His mind and pushed me down to fuck me anally, and the other Masters joined in too, slapping my bottom loudly when they had finished and I was pushed back into the wagon sticky and stinking of sex now. We were all wet and vulnerable with the need to be pleasing to our Masters now.

We set off again. From the laughter of the Masters they seemed quite pleased with themselves. The next stop this afternoon slightly delayed now was a trading post, and the interlude and our highly aroused state of sex and fear  would make us that much more tradeable.

Because we were all hooded now we would crawl, just on our knees from the cage and then hurry blindly to the auction stage or block, squealing with pain and fright as the Masters hurried us along with their springy crops. Then wait still hooded and gagged until it was our turn to be displayed, rudely examined and maybe traded.

Those of us sold would be branded by our new owners that afternoon and opened for their pleasure that
evening. Those of not sold would be back in the wagon for the next trading post. We would be punished for not being pleasing enough to be sold by not being permitted to toilet that evening and being left hooded and gagged in the sticky humid wagon until the next time we stopped.

We all desperately hoped to be sold and all desperately wanted not to be sold, we were utterly at the mercy of our Masters.