The slightly cooler night air woke her, yasmin was still asleep, Master Marcus was not. She had initially cuddled up into the warmth of her sleeping sister, but then with a start realized he wasn’t there. She sat up looking about her frightened. Then she saw him sitting on the shore, smoking. She got up & walked quietly over to him. When she was a few feet from him he said without turning.
“Hello tilly ?”
The belled girl couldn’t move without him knowing, her pretty decorative chimes had given her away from the moment she stirred from her sleep. But also he had heard the warm wetness between her legs, & knew from her smell of unrequited slave heat that it was the blonde. Not the well raped & redolent yasmin. Indeed even the swish of her long golden hair gave her away, with her hesitant, demure approach.
She knelt in front of him, a little frightened to have approached without permission, breathlessly excited. How lovely & submissive earth girls are when they learn to be slaves.
“Hello Master may this girl fetch you anything ?” her voice was hesitant.
He left her to kneel in apprehensive silence for a few long seconds.
“You can fetch me a black coffee, mix wine in the brew girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” The relief in her voice was evident, she nearly gushed. How pathetic & reliant on men they were, how she deserved her collar.
She went quickly to the embers of the camp fire & stoked them into life with a long stick. Careful not to smear ashes on herself, or get the stink of wood smoke on her body or hair. Even when performing the most trivial of tasks, she must do so gracefully & prettily. She boiled a small pot of water & poured it into his cup, a heavy pot mug. She carefully mixed in ground coffee, thick red, & fragrant herbs wine then brought it too him. It smelled delicious, how pleasant it is for men here, she thought to herself. How glad she was to serve him.
Returning she knelt before him began rolling the cup on her belly. He stopped her, and permitted her to simply kiss the rim lovingly, before offering it to him.
“Master may tilly kneel with you Master ?”
“Yes girl, kneel here” he indicated a spot close beside him.
“Thank you Master ?”
She was thrilled she had meant to simply kneel before him, not as she truly desired & he had now indicated, to kneel so closely, almost touching him, in the aura of his body heat.
As she knelt he permitted her to kneel even closer. Her skin tingled & burned where her thigh pressed to his leg, she felt incredibly hot & flustered. The night sea air in contrast, was quite cool, she shivered naked before him. Clutching weakly to his well muscled arm, she kissed his arm & chest. Brushing her long hair down her back, he lifted her eyes to his. Her need was very evident, in her lovely deep blue eyes, so helpless & vulnerable.
“…Master ?” her voice was trembling.
“Yes girl.”
“Master do you find tilly pleasing ?”
“If you are not pleasing do you think I would hesitate to punish you girl ?”
“No Master, this girl thinks you wouldn’t hesitate to punish her, Master.”
He was silent.
“Please keep this girl under strict & perfect discipline Master”
“There is no doubting that girl.”
She squirmed slightly, a soft wet squidging sound, they both heard it. They both could smell her arousal.
“Perhaps you should sleep in bracelets & the iron belt (nether lock/chastity belt) girl”
She was so pretty, so intensely embarrassed. He waited.
“Master…..”
“Please Master…..”
He remained silent holding her eyes with his.
“Please Master, please permit this girl to pleasure you ?” Her eyes were moist, welling with tears.
He parted her knees with his hand. Then slipped a finger into her wetness, between her slippery lips, she panted for breath nearly fainting with excitement.
“Do you want me to take your white silk away girl.”
“Yes Master.” She panted
“Stain your thighs red, make you red silk ?.”
“Yes Master !”
“Be just another blonde slut, squirming at men's feet.”
“Yes Master, this girl begs you to open her.”
“Blow job blonde bimbo, come in your face & hair, down your breasts, gag her with her own hair, or panties if permitted & rape her ?.”
“Yes Master.” She was almost whimpering now.
“A little slut to be whipped & raped.”
“Yes Master.”
“Say it, beg for it, slave”
“Master please, please rape this girl ?.”
He was silent watching her, pressing his finger between her legs as she squirmed.
“Please Master,………please Master, please rape this girl ?” She was moaning hotly now in her excitement.
He put the shamed soiled finger to her mouth, to her embarrassment it glistened wetly in the moonlight. She licked his fingers clean, it reeked of her. Not permitted to look away, girls are rarely permitted to meet masters eyes, or even look up above a masters belt, however if she is permitted to meet his gaze she may not look down again without his consent. With her eyes held in his she licked his finger clean, simulating fellatio, while he kept her eyes in his & watched her veiled lips. Her own juices were thickly spreading & seeping through the yellow veil, causing the glossy sheen to break where it stuck to her lips. She would look lovely looking up from behind another slave, arousing each other for a masters pleasure. Veils & hair plastered to their faces coated in each others juices. Before pleasuring him of course.
“There is plenty of time to split your legs & open you for male pleasure girl”
His comment was matter of fact, like a cattle trader. She was indeed nothing more than stock, & he had been on occasion a slave trader. Actually the average slave served for between 15 & 20 years before aging causes her to be naturally disposed of. If a girl is sold too frequently she may be considered too much trouble, similarly incurring a masters displeasure, can also curtail her toleration. He had no doubt though that this little blonde, kept well whipped would serve her owners well. After her first sale she would most likely be resold, on average every 18 months or so.
He permitted her to lower her eyes, she was in tears & blushing furiously. His comments & rejection stung so.
“Yes Master” She felt utterly humiliated. In her realization that her need was unimportant to him, & thusly to her. He was the Master his wishes were important, she was merely there to serve those wishes. That control & denial made her want him a thousand times more. Knowing that this was utterly irrelevant to their relationship, made her kneel before him in wonder. How magnificent men were here.
“In your new life, you will be well and frequently raped. Indeed, your life, in effect, will be one of erotic violation, subjection to physical plunder & emotional ravishment, but above all sexual rape.”
She shuddered, at his frankness & the sensuous erotic images reeling through her mind.
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Would you like to be braceleted & locked like a little slut ?.”
She saw herself locked in the steel belt, its heart shaped padlock ringing out as she squirmed, reminding her of his control. The padlocks on these devices were usually quite pretty, and designed to titillate but also to fascinate her. It would be easy to incorporate the lock into the device itself. But the small highly polished lock, swinging & clanking mostly on her front, sometimes behind, sometimes both, constantly reminding her of her locked status. The rounded bar slick & hot between her thighs, soaked with her juices. Its firmness & inflexibility contrasting with the feminine softness & malleability of its captive. The masculine textures of leather, her gag & hood & steel, her collar, her bracelets, the belt, indeed the branding iron, only permitted & applied to women to control & restrain them. Her fists clenched in impotent frustration locked behind her. Often a girl will have her bracelets chained to the iron belt, rather than the separate waist manacle, or iron girdle, a simple locking steel loop with strategic rings. Her hands chained behind or sometimes in front, dependant on padlock placement, the effect was very pretty, & somehow the arrangement made her feel even more helpless. Quite often the effect is so pretty, as to invite fellatio, before she is dismissed. Or her unlocking & rape, & quite often if she is to confined again in the belt, she is not permitted orgasm, simply locked up again & dismissed.
She hesitated for a second then replied with a candour that thrilled her.
“Yes Master very much so.”
“Well then for now it will not be necessary will it girl ?”
“No Master, thank you Master.”
How he enjoyed toying with & teasing her.
He had her fetch him another coffee & wine then sent her back to lie with yasmin. Yasmin had been awake but pretending to be asleep. Tilly snuggled into her arms. Tilly knew yasmin had been awake & listening, & she was glad. Moreover she knew that yasmin knew she was glad.
She woke again in the early hours Master Marcus was asleep between the two girls, who were holding hands across his stomach. He was erect in his sleep & had rolled towards her. She pressed her breasts softly on his erection, enjoying the texture of his hardness in her soft breasts, rolling slightly as she breathed. Her head on his belly, her veiled lips inches from his swollen glans. Smelling him, smelling yasmin on him, smelling his seed, mingling with the smells of her own wetness soaked into her skimpy veil. Lying there, wishing he would wake up & see her, feel her.
Her dreams were full of him, from this angle a slavegirls perspective. Inches from his erection, from always underneath, or below, inferior. Her being, her life defined by his dominant maleness, his phallus. Yasmin woke her from her dreams, in the early light, the two girls quietly tidied the camp watering the animals & prepared for his waking.
When yasmin went to wake Master with her lips, tilly went with her & kissed the head of Masters penis softly, her mouth & lips were so moist she fully lubricated his glans with one sweet kiss, before yasmin shooed her away. In other circumstances she could & would be punished dreadfully for such impertinence.
“Slut !” she mouthed silently.
“Slave !” tilly replied before running to prepare coffee.
As she prepared breakfast & Masters coffee she listened in tears to yasmin's squeals of delight, as he came in her mouth, then pulled her down & raped her.
His head was still throbbing so after his breakfast, he lay down in the shade of the tent. The two girls were instructed to gather all the leather harnesses & equipment, & clean & polish them thoroughly. The animals were to be groomed & watered, laundry & dinner prepared.
The two girls knelt closely together, thigh to thigh. Yasmin slipped a hand then another between her legs & coated her fingers with masters use, then she wiped her hands on the interior surface of her blonde sisters veil. Tilly was so overcome with emotion, she held her sisters sticky hands in hers & both girls wept for a few brief seconds before resuming their chores. Yasmin had not been permitted the rest of her clothes again, so both were naked except for their glossy yellow veils. The contrast was quite beautiful two naked slaves kneeling before a pile of leather polishing eagerly, listening to Masters snoring.
He woke himself, and lay watching the two girls working, now at the laundry buckets, scrubbing & cleaning. Yasmin suddenly aware, over the whispered conversation, that his snoring had stopped turned with a startled look.
“Yasmin bring coffee, tilly bring massage oils.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” Both girls chorused happily, springing up delighted to serve him.
He noticed tilly’s veil plastered & stuck to her face immediately. Still moist from her breath & stinking of his pleasure.
“You look well with a mans use in your face girl. I hope you like the smell.”
She blushed & replied through the saturated veil, that stank of him.
“Yes Master thank you Master, tilly loves the smell of your pleasure Master.”
She felt her thighs moisten with embarrassment & arousal at her candour.
“In the taverns of the northern towns, girls like you perform fellatio all night long, your hair face & any clothing you are permitted covered in creamed bukkake.”
“Yes Master.”
“Covered in the Masters pleasure that you haven’t swallowed girl”
“Yes Master”
She licked at the veil tasting the sticky glutinous seed. Wondering how it tasted how it felt spurting hotly, exploding violently in her mouth. She shivered with helpless excitement.
“You will look well then too girl.”
The blonde knelt suddenly on all fours and kissed his feet.
“Yes Master, Thank you Master”
He watched her amused, the smell of her arousal strong in his nostrils. He decided not to punish her for her impudence. Kissing his feet without permission.
He slipped a finger between her legs, wetting it with her rape soil. Then slowly traced a brand on her creamy buttocks.
“You will brand like butter girl, like a red hot knife burning through butter”
She was suddenly anxious, overawed by her fate.
“Yes Master, please Master will you brand tilly Master ?”
She wanted it to be him, and only him.
“The smithies iron will brand you as property just as well girl.”
She was silent in tears at his feet.
“Your flesh will sizzle and yield to the iron nonetheless.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
He made a loud sizzling noise.
She sobbed.
He slapped the blonde soundly on the buttocks.
“Tilly get on with my massage.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
Monday, 28 March 2011
13 tilly tastes him
He woke to the sound of the waves lapping, and lay watching the two girls working, now at the laundry buckets, scrubbing & cleaning. Yasmin suddenly aware, over the whispered conversation, that his breathing had changed turned with a startled look.
“Yasmin bring coffee, tilly bring massage oils.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” Both girls chorused happily, springing up gaily delighted to serve him.
He noticed tilly’s veil plastered & stuck to her face immediately. Still moist from her breath & stinking of his pleasure.
“You look well with a mans use in your face girl. I hope you like the smell.”
She blushed & replied through the saturated veil, that stank of him.
“Yes Master thank you Master, tilly loves the smell of your pleasure Master.”
She felt her thighs moisten with embarrassment & arousal at her candour.
“In the taverns of the northern towns, girls like you perform fellatio all night long, your hair face & any clothing you are permitted covered in creamed bukkake.”
“Yes Master.”
“Covered in the Masters pleasure that you haven’t managed to swallow girl”
“Yes Master”
She licked at the veil tasting the sticky glutinous seed. Wondering how it tasted how it felt spurting hotly, exploding violently in her mouth. She shivered with helpless excitement.
“You will look well then too girl.”
The blonde knelt suddenly on all fours and kissed his feet.
“Yes Master, Thank you Master”
He watched her amused, the smell of her arousal strong in his nostrils. He decided not to punish her for her impudence. Kissing his feet without permission.
He slipped a finger between her legs, wetting it with her rape soil. Then slowly traced a brand on her creamy buttocks.
“You will brand like butter girl, like a red hot knife burning through butter”
She was suddenly anxious, overawed by her fate.
“Yes Master, please Master will you brand tilly Master ?”
She wanted it to be him, and only him.
“The smithies iron will brand you as property just as well girl.”
She was silent in tears at his feet.
“Your flesh will sizzle and yield to the iron nonetheless.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
He made a loud sizzling noise.
She sobbed.
Yasmin smiled as did Master.
He slapped the blonde soundly on the buttocks.
“Tilly get on with my massage.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
Yasmin smiled as did Master.
A little later after he had dozed off again & woken once more he called the two slaves over.
They hurried to him with wine & peeled fruit.
He had tilly fetch his bag and pulled from it two matching outfits. Gold foil bikini sets with matching veils. He had taken them both from some tavern girls in some town. No doubt the slaves would have been punished for the loss, but that had only added to the pleasure.
He had them put the clothing on. Both girls were delighted with the gold fabric, how it flattered their curves. Even though both sets of garments were still sticky & stank of another girls use. He was satisfied too. So much so that he enjoyed yasmin's fellatio again. The knock on the head & lying about had made him quite rampant. Once again he briefly considered raping tilly. But instead allowed her to clean his manhood, with scented water & towels, after he had come in yasmin's mouth & all over her face & breasts. Yasmin in the meantime fetched him more wine, ever so slightly piqued. As tilly cleaned him he ejaculated a last spurt onto her veiled lips. It soaked through the filmy fabric immediately, sticking it fetchingly to her lips She had almost fainted gasping with happiness. To her further absolute delight he had her suck the last drops from him. Then lick him clean before applying the scented water and towels once more.
He lay there drinking slowly enjoying his ebbing post fellatio orgasm, his pleasure heightened by the sight of the two slaves squirming near his feet. Grinning he had the girls remove each others shiny bikini tops while he sipped his wine. Then the golden panties, both of pairs were now entirely soiled with their moist helpless need. He had them gag each other with the others panties. Both girls knelt before him aflame with arousal & delicious sexual humiliation. He joined them ankles to ankle with a belled chain.
“This will help concentrate your pretty little heads on your chores girls.”
“Yes Master” came the barely audible muffled reply.
He instructed them on his lunch, and a large pile of washing sewing, pots to be scrubbed & polished, tending the animals. Then went for a long swim. When he returned refreshed, the two gagged veiled girls were still fretfully busy, they would be all day. He had them fetch him more wine, then went to rest in the sun, till lunch. He enjoyed listening to the two girls hurrying quietly, contentedly.
After they had served him lunch they returned to their chores. He went off & placed some traps along the shore of the beach & the banks of the inlet. Then he rested the remainder of the afternoon, listening to the two slaves work.
In the late afternoon he unchained & ungagged them. He had them dig a small hole in the ground and then permitted them to toilet. To the slaves utter delight he permitted them to swim in the sea for half an hour. He sat lazily watching them splash & play. Before long he raced in himself and chased them down. The two slaves screeching happily as he pulled them over his shoulders & carried them in, kicking and struggling playfully. They washed in the fresh water then prepared the evening fire. He meanwhile checked his makeshift traps several of which were now occupied.
He stripped & filleted the fish himself, seasoned it with wine then gave it to the girls to cook. They also prepared bread & roasted some vegetables from his pack. His meal eaten watching the sunset was quite delicious. The girls fussed around unobtrusively fetching him more food & drink. He was highly amused by tilly who looked so hungrily at his food. The leftovers were thrown into the cooking fire. The two girls were given a handful of oats & grain, from the horses feed, and a bowl of water between them. He sat down by the fire slowly smoking & drinking, but above all thinking. The two girls continued with their chores. Cleaning the pots & building the fire, preparing the bedding & occasionally fetching for him.
Later he called the two slaves over and enjoyed yasmin lips between his legs while tilly knelt beside them waiting to serve wine. He took yasmin to the bedding & raped her, she came noisily 3 times to him. Before happily licking him clean. he then pushed yasmin to one side rolled over & went to sleep. The two slaves curled up together, both tearful to sleep.
Once again tilly woke later & master was once again sat by the fire. She walked up behind him quite timidly.
“Master may tilly speak ?”
“yes girl”
“May I fetch you something to drink Master ?”
“Some wine girl”
She brought him a goblet of wine & he permitted her to kneel closely between his legs. She was nude except for the golden veil. He hadn’t permitted them clothing again. He fondled her breasts, idly flicking her belled nipples. She wasn’t permitted to meet his eyes. Pressing her downwards to his erection he instructed her on massaging him with her cleavage. She kissed his glans tenderly moistening his head. He stopped her from taking him in her mouth. & made her lick & kiss him while she massaged him. He took her hands & pressed her finger into her wetness. The other hand clutched his chest. She Continued to massage his erection in sync with her finger on her clitoris.
“Be careful you do not damage, what is not yours to break, white silk girl” He cautioned her mockingly.
“Yes Master”
He enjoyed her ministrations, the hot smell, the slippery wet noise from her loins. Then he stopped her. He had no intention of raping her yet, or any time soon. From the bag behind him he produced an iron belt. So in rapture was she in her sexual and emotional excitement, her limbs obeying his controlling movements passively. Before she had fully realised what was happening she had been locked within the nether lock, her wrists braceleted behind her to the belt.
“Master ?” she was in tears
“Is tilly not pleasing, Master”
“Was tilly not satisfactory Master ?”
“Have you been punished girl ?”
“No Master”
He pushed yasmin's golden panties into her mouth again.
“Do not doubt you will taste the whip, if I am displeased girl, now be a good quiet slut.”
He carried her over to his sleeping gear & placed her carefully next to yasmin who was now wide awake & soaked. He entered her noisily, yasmin moaned helplessly. Then he stopped seeing tilly so wide eyed & tearful next to them. He had yasmin hood her in a tight black leather bag hood & leave her kneeling beside the bedding.
This wasn’t meant as cruelty or punishment, that was just her lot here, she was for the amusement & pleasure of men. Nonetheless her tears were no less tart & hot in the blindness of the hood. No less stinging than the tears of any slavegirl put in her place at masters convenience.
Yasmin was raped over & over again, crying out her yielding loudly, he was so fierce. When he was spent he permitted tilly, still bound & hooded, to curl up next to yasmin till morning.
“Yasmin bring coffee, tilly bring massage oils.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” Both girls chorused happily, springing up gaily delighted to serve him.
He noticed tilly’s veil plastered & stuck to her face immediately. Still moist from her breath & stinking of his pleasure.
“You look well with a mans use in your face girl. I hope you like the smell.”
She blushed & replied through the saturated veil, that stank of him.
“Yes Master thank you Master, tilly loves the smell of your pleasure Master.”
She felt her thighs moisten with embarrassment & arousal at her candour.
“In the taverns of the northern towns, girls like you perform fellatio all night long, your hair face & any clothing you are permitted covered in creamed bukkake.”
“Yes Master.”
“Covered in the Masters pleasure that you haven’t managed to swallow girl”
“Yes Master”
She licked at the veil tasting the sticky glutinous seed. Wondering how it tasted how it felt spurting hotly, exploding violently in her mouth. She shivered with helpless excitement.
“You will look well then too girl.”
The blonde knelt suddenly on all fours and kissed his feet.
“Yes Master, Thank you Master”
He watched her amused, the smell of her arousal strong in his nostrils. He decided not to punish her for her impudence. Kissing his feet without permission.
He slipped a finger between her legs, wetting it with her rape soil. Then slowly traced a brand on her creamy buttocks.
“You will brand like butter girl, like a red hot knife burning through butter”
She was suddenly anxious, overawed by her fate.
“Yes Master, please Master will you brand tilly Master ?”
She wanted it to be him, and only him.
“The smithies iron will brand you as property just as well girl.”
She was silent in tears at his feet.
“Your flesh will sizzle and yield to the iron nonetheless.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
He made a loud sizzling noise.
She sobbed.
Yasmin smiled as did Master.
He slapped the blonde soundly on the buttocks.
“Tilly get on with my massage.”
“Yes Master thank you Master”
Yasmin smiled as did Master.
A little later after he had dozed off again & woken once more he called the two slaves over.
They hurried to him with wine & peeled fruit.
He had tilly fetch his bag and pulled from it two matching outfits. Gold foil bikini sets with matching veils. He had taken them both from some tavern girls in some town. No doubt the slaves would have been punished for the loss, but that had only added to the pleasure.
He had them put the clothing on. Both girls were delighted with the gold fabric, how it flattered their curves. Even though both sets of garments were still sticky & stank of another girls use. He was satisfied too. So much so that he enjoyed yasmin's fellatio again. The knock on the head & lying about had made him quite rampant. Once again he briefly considered raping tilly. But instead allowed her to clean his manhood, with scented water & towels, after he had come in yasmin's mouth & all over her face & breasts. Yasmin in the meantime fetched him more wine, ever so slightly piqued. As tilly cleaned him he ejaculated a last spurt onto her veiled lips. It soaked through the filmy fabric immediately, sticking it fetchingly to her lips She had almost fainted gasping with happiness. To her further absolute delight he had her suck the last drops from him. Then lick him clean before applying the scented water and towels once more.
He lay there drinking slowly enjoying his ebbing post fellatio orgasm, his pleasure heightened by the sight of the two slaves squirming near his feet. Grinning he had the girls remove each others shiny bikini tops while he sipped his wine. Then the golden panties, both of pairs were now entirely soiled with their moist helpless need. He had them gag each other with the others panties. Both girls knelt before him aflame with arousal & delicious sexual humiliation. He joined them ankles to ankle with a belled chain.
“This will help concentrate your pretty little heads on your chores girls.”
“Yes Master” came the barely audible muffled reply.
He instructed them on his lunch, and a large pile of washing sewing, pots to be scrubbed & polished, tending the animals. Then went for a long swim. When he returned refreshed, the two gagged veiled girls were still fretfully busy, they would be all day. He had them fetch him more wine, then went to rest in the sun, till lunch. He enjoyed listening to the two girls hurrying quietly, contentedly.
After they had served him lunch they returned to their chores. He went off & placed some traps along the shore of the beach & the banks of the inlet. Then he rested the remainder of the afternoon, listening to the two slaves work.
In the late afternoon he unchained & ungagged them. He had them dig a small hole in the ground and then permitted them to toilet. To the slaves utter delight he permitted them to swim in the sea for half an hour. He sat lazily watching them splash & play. Before long he raced in himself and chased them down. The two slaves screeching happily as he pulled them over his shoulders & carried them in, kicking and struggling playfully. They washed in the fresh water then prepared the evening fire. He meanwhile checked his makeshift traps several of which were now occupied.
He stripped & filleted the fish himself, seasoned it with wine then gave it to the girls to cook. They also prepared bread & roasted some vegetables from his pack. His meal eaten watching the sunset was quite delicious. The girls fussed around unobtrusively fetching him more food & drink. He was highly amused by tilly who looked so hungrily at his food. The leftovers were thrown into the cooking fire. The two girls were given a handful of oats & grain, from the horses feed, and a bowl of water between them. He sat down by the fire slowly smoking & drinking, but above all thinking. The two girls continued with their chores. Cleaning the pots & building the fire, preparing the bedding & occasionally fetching for him.
Later he called the two slaves over and enjoyed yasmin lips between his legs while tilly knelt beside them waiting to serve wine. He took yasmin to the bedding & raped her, she came noisily 3 times to him. Before happily licking him clean. he then pushed yasmin to one side rolled over & went to sleep. The two slaves curled up together, both tearful to sleep.
Once again tilly woke later & master was once again sat by the fire. She walked up behind him quite timidly.
“Master may tilly speak ?”
“yes girl”
“May I fetch you something to drink Master ?”
“Some wine girl”
She brought him a goblet of wine & he permitted her to kneel closely between his legs. She was nude except for the golden veil. He hadn’t permitted them clothing again. He fondled her breasts, idly flicking her belled nipples. She wasn’t permitted to meet his eyes. Pressing her downwards to his erection he instructed her on massaging him with her cleavage. She kissed his glans tenderly moistening his head. He stopped her from taking him in her mouth. & made her lick & kiss him while she massaged him. He took her hands & pressed her finger into her wetness. The other hand clutched his chest. She Continued to massage his erection in sync with her finger on her clitoris.
“Be careful you do not damage, what is not yours to break, white silk girl” He cautioned her mockingly.
“Yes Master”
He enjoyed her ministrations, the hot smell, the slippery wet noise from her loins. Then he stopped her. He had no intention of raping her yet, or any time soon. From the bag behind him he produced an iron belt. So in rapture was she in her sexual and emotional excitement, her limbs obeying his controlling movements passively. Before she had fully realised what was happening she had been locked within the nether lock, her wrists braceleted behind her to the belt.
“Master ?” she was in tears
“Is tilly not pleasing, Master”
“Was tilly not satisfactory Master ?”
“Have you been punished girl ?”
“No Master”
He pushed yasmin's golden panties into her mouth again.
“Do not doubt you will taste the whip, if I am displeased girl, now be a good quiet slut.”
He carried her over to his sleeping gear & placed her carefully next to yasmin who was now wide awake & soaked. He entered her noisily, yasmin moaned helplessly. Then he stopped seeing tilly so wide eyed & tearful next to them. He had yasmin hood her in a tight black leather bag hood & leave her kneeling beside the bedding.
This wasn’t meant as cruelty or punishment, that was just her lot here, she was for the amusement & pleasure of men. Nonetheless her tears were no less tart & hot in the blindness of the hood. No less stinging than the tears of any slavegirl put in her place at masters convenience.
Yasmin was raped over & over again, crying out her yielding loudly, he was so fierce. When he was spent he permitted tilly, still bound & hooded, to curl up next to yasmin till morning.
14 the end of the beach
They stayed at the beach for 3 idyllic days & sultry nights. He kept the girls gagged during the day whilst at their chores, they both looked so pretty panty gagged. Tilly was kept nether locked and braceleted at night, simmering. The blonde was permitted to serve master a drink late at night then arouse him, before she was confined to the hood. She was on fire all night, crying silently in the leather bag.
On the fourth day they set off again, both girls gagged & braceleted in the covered wagon. They stopped at a very small trading inn. Yasmin was summoned from the wagon, tilly was hooded & left in the wagon. A short while later, tilly was taken from the wagon and chained to a ring, kneeling facing an interior wall. There were several other girls also chained to the ring & a couple of rings set in the wall, kneeling closely together.
This slave area was besides the dancing cages, both of which contained two gyrating girls chained closely together around a pole. Both girls were braceleted & blindfolded and took turns to orally arouse the other, whilst the other writhed in frustrated sexual arousal. Naturally neither girl was permitted to come. Every so often one of the girls would be selected and pulled from the cage to be raped, more often than not by groups of men. She would be replaced by another girl from the rings. And returned to the rings when the men had sated their lust on her.
As the evening turned to night the inn got busier. Girls were constantly being taken from the wall then returned. Returned soiled & sticky with use. Due to the girls being chained closely together to the rings, they were soon all coated with masters pleasure & each others rape filth from each other. All the girls were gagged, but only some, including tilly were hooded too. Quite simply if a girl was returned from the alcoves hooded, she was left at the rings hooded, until she was selected again.
Tilly locked in the nether lock was ignored. Nonetheless she was soon sticky & quite smelly with her sisters juices. She was at the same time helplessly aroused with frustration, & hotly humiliated by the state she was in.
Every so often one of the tavern keepers would walk past the cages and whip the dancing girls. A single, usually well placed lash, spurring them to more lasciviousness in their displays. He would also casually lash the chained girls. Those struck whimpering miserably into the gags, stuffed into their hot fearful mouths. As the night wore on and the tavern became more drunk & raucous, the whipping became more frequent, tilly chained as she was felt the lash several times. She had never suffered the whip before. Her buttocks and legs were smarting & stinging terribly And although the taste was moderately light & fleeting, she was soon sobbing in fright, alarmed every time she heard footsteps approach. The other slaves at least had the relief of being removed from the wall to be used, she was to be chained there all evening & night.
Adding to her discomfort was the fact that she hadn’t been toileted today. Not for any particular reason, except that it hadn’t occurred to her owner. Her unintentional discomfort & distress were of no interest to him. Unless of course it was, as is often the case, to keep her uncertain & dependant, arbitrarily imposed as punishment or training..
Marcus was sat near the wall drinking cold beer, idly watching the dancers & tilly chained at the wall. Yasmin was kneeling between his companions legs performing fellatio while they discussed business. He had another skilled girl between his knees.
It had been his intention to sell both girls to the tavern keeper, who was always interested in fresh slaves, either for his surprisingly brisk custom, or to trade with other taverns. However the keeper wasn’t interested in either girl for his inn. He wasn’t interested in tilly at all. Blondes, both barbarians & northern are considered a novelty here, but regarded also with complete contempt. A pleasant fuck but lacking intelligence & needing far too much supervision & discipline in their chores. Unlike the slaves native to this area who are generally considered to be highly imaginative & intelligent in there submission & service.
In the north these considerations leads to all barbarians & blondes in general being kept under strict discipline, barbarian blondes like tilly strictly & severely punished, for the least trivial infraction. The reasons or pretexts for her harsh chastisement, would mostly be ignored or result in minor penalties for native slaves. Even in her case they are sometimes regarded with amusement or overlooked. However he decides her treatment arbitrarily as & when he decides. Like all slaves she has no rules or guidelines except her owners whim & will. This has the intended effect of perfecting her service wonderfully. & strangely also makes other girls envious, wishing to be kept under masters most strictest discipline, so as to serve & please him more perfectly. Earth girl who had been free, like all slaves, are considered to be naturally emotionally submissive. Like all women crave to be found pleasing by men, to be lusted after & possessed by men, to be dominated, to be obedient to him. But need the humiliation & punishment of a strict slavery to free their true female selves. Also in other places there is a pleasure in seeing a girl submit in shocked & often uncomprehending obedience to her new life. In the blinking tears of pathetic defiance, soon fearfully swallowed. However here that was seen as a troublesome inconvenience.
The keeper was however impressed with yasmin for other reasons, he bought her as present for his brothers harem. His brother had a taste for such girls & she only cost a few coins. After she had swallowed and cleaned him he concluded the haggling for her. She was then gagged & hooded & thrown in a tiny slave kennel at the back of the animal pens, behind the tavern. There were 4 other slaves in here waiting transport. He would be visiting his brother in a week or so.
The men continued to enjoy their evening, tilly did not.
In the morning after his leisurely breakfast, he retrieved her from the wall. The other slaves were busy cleaning the tavern & preparing food. He took her still hooded into the courtyard, she was sheathed once more in the soiled chador, to protect her skin from burning, and then simply strung over the back of one his mules. He had traded his wagon & the captured booty in the tavern the previous night. Then set off along the coast road, the small settlements along the coast road were becoming more frequent now.
That evening he stopped at another inn. He released her from the hood & nether lock briefly & permitted her to toilet & feed with the tavern slaves. He didn’t bother to free her wrists from the bracelets. The slaves all fed from a stone trough, she struggled to snatch a few mouthfuls of scraps bound as she was, the other girls were on all fours and quite accustomed to the daily feeding scrum. When the trough had been literally licked clean by the hungry slaves, including tilly the trough was filled with stale room warm water, this too was lapped up eagerly. Then they were toileted one at a time crouching over a stinking wooden bucket, for a few very hurried moments. The girls were given a short period to clean their bodies & hair, apply cosmetics, generally prettify themselves for the customers. The tavern girls, cleaned the braceleted blonde. crowded round her whispering & giggling quite shyly and stroking her long blonde hair. They were clearly & quite unashamedly sexually stimulated by the exotic newcomer. Then she was once more gagged, hooded, nether locked & left chained to the slave rings set in the wall. She was upset & confused by the absence of yasmin, although she knew or strongly suspected what had happened to her. She was just afraid to acknowledge what was palpably the truth because of what it obviously implied for herself. This nagging unease was soon replaced by fear of the whip as the girls were once more casually lashed by passers by.
In the morning when the girls were put to work so was tilly. The other girls scrubbing the floors on all fours. Tilly was left braceleted & had to hold the brush in her mouth, to make matters worse another girl, was being punished for her perceived conceit. She had been raped by 10 men the previous night, one of the men had thought she, hadn’t yielded loudly enough & sobbed too loudly into her gag. She had of course been locked in the stocks & beaten there and then and repeatedly raped in the stocks, & she was due another beating later. She was also chained like tilly & both girls were chained collar & anklets to each other. This girl was also wearing tilly’s golden panties, she would be regagged with them later when they were sodden & stinking with her chain companions rape soil. Like most of the slaves scrubbing & working, their hair was unbound & although this rather blinkered and hindered the girls working only with their mouths, neither distressed slave dared slacken in the least. The working slaves were supervised by one of the slaves, acting as first girl with a thin stinging switch. She paid particular attention to tilly and her chain sister. Striking the poor slaves quite nastily across the most tender parts of their rear quarters. Also spitefully between the legs, tilly was spared this due to the iron belt, but her dark haired companion squealed horribly into the brush she was gagged with, both girls were in misery.
This treatment was imposed on tilly for no reason except that it occurred to the tavern keeper as amusing, and as such was perfectly proper.
Tilly wasn’t spared in the least, for every extra lash the brunette received between the legs tilly had two on the backs of hers. The girls worked hard to have the tavern spotless & gleaming, Whilst other slaves prepared the delicious smelling breakfast. Before the 1st of the sleeping masters was woken by soft lips between their legs. She continued to scrub during breakfast until her owner was ready to leave.
Marcus paid her scant attention except to commend his companion, for his excellent slave handling. He would have this repeated, she looked so pretty chained & working like this.
Then she was gagged with the soaked panties & then simply bound again & tied over a mule until he was ready to set off again. He hadn’t paid her the slightest attention or spoken to a single word to her.
This leisurely routine, for him at least, continued for almost a week until the settlements began to thin out again. Finally he was nearing the last fort before the great desert, 2 weeks of nothing except bare coastline & rock.
In the fort he claimed his reward for the heads of the bandits and met with the traders who wished to employ him for his lonely task.
She was taken to the slave pens where 3 slave wagons were being prepared. There are cages of body hooded slaves waiting to be processed. 4 men are preparing a large pot of water and the jelly enema capsules. Tilly is left kneeling against the wall, the men continue at their leisure. Then the muffled squealing & heavy lashes of slave whips begins. Tilly is terrified in her hood & chador. One by one the slaves have their body hoods opened & have the boiling hot enema capsule thrust firmly into their anal cavity. These provide hydration & nutrients for 2 weeks or longer, useful in transporting women. The insertion hot jelly bar is so painful that some girls, even those who have been processed a number of times and branded are physically paralyzed with horror. The heavy shortened bullwhip quickly restores obedience. The muffled squeals terrible & pitiful, still audible through the heavy gag & hood & the harsh crack of the whip continue for over an hour. Then tilly is processed.
She is unbound expertly & shivers and shudders as she briefly sees the wagons full of hooded girls. Remembering the fearful bag she was captured in on earth, these however are much more unpleasant.
The heavy leather hoods, tightly fitting from the head down and buckling between the legs. She is enormously ball gagged & arms strapped & pinned firmly against her back. The thick heavy leather sacks are very tight, extremely frightening claustrophobic. The inside is very smooth polished to be patent like. Thick mucous like lubricant has been spurted inside the sack & the bag had been left for a while in the sun, to loosen the heavy leather. Then tilly is knelt upright & the sack was 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.
She is bent forward, & her legs are opened from behind. Then unbearable pain as the capsule is pushed into her tender anus, she nearly faints but is in too much agony to pass out.
The hood was 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.. No regard is paid incidentally to her continence. The girls are implicitly aware that they 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 the 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 bagged for a month or more, during transportation. Inside the leather sack she begins to squelsh about, within seconds, mercilessly until her body feels entirely erogenous. she feels like you are inside yourself, like a human dildo in the clammy claustrophobic blindness.
A merchant steel tag was attached to her ankle cuffs & she was pushed towards one of the wagons but doesn’t move quickly enough & feels the bullwhip on the back of her legs, she moves extremely quickly after that. She is pushed into the wagon, into the writhing mass of wretched slaves. She manages to barely kneel cramped & pressed leather bound flesh to flesh. Then more girls are processed & forced into the wagon cages. The wagons were initially designed to fit 10 in cramped discomfort, however they are now used for 30 or more at a time. When there is absolutely no more space the cage is locked & the leather cover buckled closed. The heat is incredible, almost as incredible as the collective choking fear & misery. They will feel every jolt & bump of the stony road in the unsuspended wagon. This is of course no concern to the slave traders who pay transportation costs by the wagon not by the number of slaves. 96 slaves in total are locked in the 3 wagons when they are finally full. They are left in the compound till the next day.
Marcus in the meantime receives his instructions, advance payments & relaxes in one of the taverns with the traders.
In the morning heat the caravan sets off. As well as the 3 slave wagons, there are some goats & pigs a feed wagon for these & several mules loaded with merchandise for the trek. 4 veiled but naked peasant girls, now slaves destined for distant markets tend the livestock & lead the mules. Marcus is the only man present, the treks are mostly uneventful. On the first day he rides back & forth lazily watching the 4 girls. In the evening they make camp prepare his food & tend the animals. They compete eagerly to pleasure him. Every day he gives a different girl the switch & she supervises the others. Watching with wry amusement as they whip each other & repay the petty meanness of yesterday.
On the second day he allows the caravan to progress along the coast slowly while he swims & relaxes then catches up every so often on horseback. Occasionally he dallies with one of the peasant girls. The trip will take 2 weeks.
Two hot dusty weeks later. He sits on a balcony overlooking the slave pens. His cargo delivered he is enjoying a glass of chilled breakfast wine, watching the delivered slaves as they are processed by their new owners albeit temporary, as these handlers are slave traders, and they are merely merchandise. He had set off quite early this morning eager to finally reach the town. One by one the girls are being unhooded from the body hoods. Chained & then fed. There is a small trough filled with slushy scraps, each girl has her face pushed into it for a few seconds so must eat & drink as much as she can whilst avoiding choking in the slimy trough. There is an tense atmosphere of subdued acquiescent apprehension as the still body hooded girls listen to the girl being processed struggling and gasping for breath, face down in the trough.
& then being re gagged & hooded with a simple bag hood covering the head & then locked in the large cage. Each girl whimpering into her gag as she realizes her handling for now is over & she has been permitted to toilet. Nor will she until after she is sold. A slave desperate to toilet is that much more squirmy & vulnerable on the auction block. She has not been toileted for at least 2 weeks, and she can be kept in that unpleasant aching state for longer, her discomfort an asset in her handling.
The four peasant girls now no longer useful are also in the cage. All waiting for market day to be sold on the auction block.
The blonde is similarly re-hooded & dragged off. Left unfed however ,she is locked in a tiny solitary cage. There are several other girls, already sold, in similar cages waiting to be collected. Each cage has a leather curtain sealing the girl in with her smells and fears. Her vendors tag on the buckle. There is an air of palpable repressed but almost panic-stricken disquiet in these cages. Each girl waiting for her master to arrive. Soon she will have her flesh marked with his brand. Soon she will be whipped by her owner. Soon she will be raped. Soon she will be on her knees at his feet desperate with fear to be found pleasing by him. Soon her new life will begin, a new life of volative rape, of loving submission, of fearful sexual vulnerability & obedience. Of total femininity under male domination. The cage tiny, even the most petite of slaves, such as tilly was uncomfortably & cramped. Her knees were pushed firmly into her breasts, her wrists braceleted at her back awkwardly pressed down by the top of the cage, her head & feet pressed in tightly at either end. The bars underneath her knees were bare & uncushioned, quite unbearable after just a few seconds. The tightly fitting leather curtain slick on her naked flesh, through the bars of the cage. The black patent leather was damp slippery and smelly, with her and all the other girls who had waited anxiously for Master in dank fear. Her anxiety only increases as the processing outside is finished. The yard mainly silent now only occasionally broken by a couple of the men sitting around drinking coffee & smoking just near the cages.
It is still quite early in the morning. A tavern slave brings him a cooked breakfast on the balcony, in less than an hour the sun will be far too hot for this pleasure. The girl waits anxiously eager, at the merest incline of his head she asks him prettily in a husky unobtrusive voice what more she can fetch for him. When he has finished eating he allows her to serve him with her hot little mouth then after he has quickly shaved bath & dry him. Nearly a lazy hour later he closes the shutters on the balcony & looks down at the slavers yard down at her cage. The heat outside is absolutely stifling now. The men in the yard are lolling in the shade. The cages are not sheltered, she will be sweltering in the black leather enclosure. As he watches one of the slaves is collected, her Master causes a flutter of disquiet in the cages as he whips his new slave loudly on her buttocks as he leads her away. One of the yardmen calls over to the cages, there is now utter silence again. He bracelets the tavern girl & leaves her gagged, chained facing the wall besides his chair. Gathering up some documents and his money bag he goes out. He leaves his sword in the room, the open bearing of arms are prohibited in the port, & the former warrior now wanderer feels no need for his arms.
His business is concluded quickly and satisfactory to both amicable parties. Slaves and valuable livestock delivered, bales of trade goods. He was amply rewarded and then amply rewarded again for the despatch of the three outlaws. Bandits are a persistent nuisance on some of the trade routes. The men eat an early lunch together. He being quite happy to eat again, fresh bread and roast fresh vegetables, being something he craved on the long crossings. Strips of barbeque beef complete the dish, as well as several large extremely cold beers.
It is early afternoon now and unbearably hot. He strips off and has a quick swim on the small beach by the harbour. Then refreshed he jogs up to the slave yard. The two yardmen are dozing when he arrives, they wake & greet him lazily, he gives them a bottle of beer each.
The blonde is dragged stumbling from the cage, still chained & hooded. He leashes her with a long leash and bends her double so her head is held at his hip. With the long leash gives her legs a stinging red stripe. The three men stand about for a few minutes smoking and laughing. Then once more her legs are whipped to hurry her along, she is led off. In the other cages, some are now empty and in some girls continue to wait anxiously.
Back in his room she is left kneeling facing the wall. The dark haired girl serves him another beer and massages him, he unable to resist her skilful tongue again. The blonde waits listening, to her eager service and his lusty pleasure.
After the brunette finishes licking him clean he unhoods the blonde but leaves her gagged, her ankles and wrists are chained by a short chain to each other so she can perform her chores. The tavern girl is similarly chained or in sirik. Not permitted to look up she doesn’t recognise Master Marcus, his accent is also very different. The dark haired girl her face & breasts covered in semen is dismissed.
“Chores” He orders her brusquely.
There is a pile of laundry to be washed and sewn, leather to be polished & the room must be spotless.
Her obedient reply is muffled but audible
“Yes Master”
He strode over to the bed & lay down, he was asleep in moments.
Hanging on one wall, dominating the room from her kneeling perspective is a large thick slave crop. It looks well used.
Her chores are performed diligently & in silence, as he snores.
On the fourth day they set off again, both girls gagged & braceleted in the covered wagon. They stopped at a very small trading inn. Yasmin was summoned from the wagon, tilly was hooded & left in the wagon. A short while later, tilly was taken from the wagon and chained to a ring, kneeling facing an interior wall. There were several other girls also chained to the ring & a couple of rings set in the wall, kneeling closely together.
This slave area was besides the dancing cages, both of which contained two gyrating girls chained closely together around a pole. Both girls were braceleted & blindfolded and took turns to orally arouse the other, whilst the other writhed in frustrated sexual arousal. Naturally neither girl was permitted to come. Every so often one of the girls would be selected and pulled from the cage to be raped, more often than not by groups of men. She would be replaced by another girl from the rings. And returned to the rings when the men had sated their lust on her.
As the evening turned to night the inn got busier. Girls were constantly being taken from the wall then returned. Returned soiled & sticky with use. Due to the girls being chained closely together to the rings, they were soon all coated with masters pleasure & each others rape filth from each other. All the girls were gagged, but only some, including tilly were hooded too. Quite simply if a girl was returned from the alcoves hooded, she was left at the rings hooded, until she was selected again.
Tilly locked in the nether lock was ignored. Nonetheless she was soon sticky & quite smelly with her sisters juices. She was at the same time helplessly aroused with frustration, & hotly humiliated by the state she was in.
Every so often one of the tavern keepers would walk past the cages and whip the dancing girls. A single, usually well placed lash, spurring them to more lasciviousness in their displays. He would also casually lash the chained girls. Those struck whimpering miserably into the gags, stuffed into their hot fearful mouths. As the night wore on and the tavern became more drunk & raucous, the whipping became more frequent, tilly chained as she was felt the lash several times. She had never suffered the whip before. Her buttocks and legs were smarting & stinging terribly And although the taste was moderately light & fleeting, she was soon sobbing in fright, alarmed every time she heard footsteps approach. The other slaves at least had the relief of being removed from the wall to be used, she was to be chained there all evening & night.
Adding to her discomfort was the fact that she hadn’t been toileted today. Not for any particular reason, except that it hadn’t occurred to her owner. Her unintentional discomfort & distress were of no interest to him. Unless of course it was, as is often the case, to keep her uncertain & dependant, arbitrarily imposed as punishment or training..
Marcus was sat near the wall drinking cold beer, idly watching the dancers & tilly chained at the wall. Yasmin was kneeling between his companions legs performing fellatio while they discussed business. He had another skilled girl between his knees.
It had been his intention to sell both girls to the tavern keeper, who was always interested in fresh slaves, either for his surprisingly brisk custom, or to trade with other taverns. However the keeper wasn’t interested in either girl for his inn. He wasn’t interested in tilly at all. Blondes, both barbarians & northern are considered a novelty here, but regarded also with complete contempt. A pleasant fuck but lacking intelligence & needing far too much supervision & discipline in their chores. Unlike the slaves native to this area who are generally considered to be highly imaginative & intelligent in there submission & service.
In the north these considerations leads to all barbarians & blondes in general being kept under strict discipline, barbarian blondes like tilly strictly & severely punished, for the least trivial infraction. The reasons or pretexts for her harsh chastisement, would mostly be ignored or result in minor penalties for native slaves. Even in her case they are sometimes regarded with amusement or overlooked. However he decides her treatment arbitrarily as & when he decides. Like all slaves she has no rules or guidelines except her owners whim & will. This has the intended effect of perfecting her service wonderfully. & strangely also makes other girls envious, wishing to be kept under masters most strictest discipline, so as to serve & please him more perfectly. Earth girl who had been free, like all slaves, are considered to be naturally emotionally submissive. Like all women crave to be found pleasing by men, to be lusted after & possessed by men, to be dominated, to be obedient to him. But need the humiliation & punishment of a strict slavery to free their true female selves. Also in other places there is a pleasure in seeing a girl submit in shocked & often uncomprehending obedience to her new life. In the blinking tears of pathetic defiance, soon fearfully swallowed. However here that was seen as a troublesome inconvenience.
The keeper was however impressed with yasmin for other reasons, he bought her as present for his brothers harem. His brother had a taste for such girls & she only cost a few coins. After she had swallowed and cleaned him he concluded the haggling for her. She was then gagged & hooded & thrown in a tiny slave kennel at the back of the animal pens, behind the tavern. There were 4 other slaves in here waiting transport. He would be visiting his brother in a week or so.
The men continued to enjoy their evening, tilly did not.
In the morning after his leisurely breakfast, he retrieved her from the wall. The other slaves were busy cleaning the tavern & preparing food. He took her still hooded into the courtyard, she was sheathed once more in the soiled chador, to protect her skin from burning, and then simply strung over the back of one his mules. He had traded his wagon & the captured booty in the tavern the previous night. Then set off along the coast road, the small settlements along the coast road were becoming more frequent now.
That evening he stopped at another inn. He released her from the hood & nether lock briefly & permitted her to toilet & feed with the tavern slaves. He didn’t bother to free her wrists from the bracelets. The slaves all fed from a stone trough, she struggled to snatch a few mouthfuls of scraps bound as she was, the other girls were on all fours and quite accustomed to the daily feeding scrum. When the trough had been literally licked clean by the hungry slaves, including tilly the trough was filled with stale room warm water, this too was lapped up eagerly. Then they were toileted one at a time crouching over a stinking wooden bucket, for a few very hurried moments. The girls were given a short period to clean their bodies & hair, apply cosmetics, generally prettify themselves for the customers. The tavern girls, cleaned the braceleted blonde. crowded round her whispering & giggling quite shyly and stroking her long blonde hair. They were clearly & quite unashamedly sexually stimulated by the exotic newcomer. Then she was once more gagged, hooded, nether locked & left chained to the slave rings set in the wall. She was upset & confused by the absence of yasmin, although she knew or strongly suspected what had happened to her. She was just afraid to acknowledge what was palpably the truth because of what it obviously implied for herself. This nagging unease was soon replaced by fear of the whip as the girls were once more casually lashed by passers by.
In the morning when the girls were put to work so was tilly. The other girls scrubbing the floors on all fours. Tilly was left braceleted & had to hold the brush in her mouth, to make matters worse another girl, was being punished for her perceived conceit. She had been raped by 10 men the previous night, one of the men had thought she, hadn’t yielded loudly enough & sobbed too loudly into her gag. She had of course been locked in the stocks & beaten there and then and repeatedly raped in the stocks, & she was due another beating later. She was also chained like tilly & both girls were chained collar & anklets to each other. This girl was also wearing tilly’s golden panties, she would be regagged with them later when they were sodden & stinking with her chain companions rape soil. Like most of the slaves scrubbing & working, their hair was unbound & although this rather blinkered and hindered the girls working only with their mouths, neither distressed slave dared slacken in the least. The working slaves were supervised by one of the slaves, acting as first girl with a thin stinging switch. She paid particular attention to tilly and her chain sister. Striking the poor slaves quite nastily across the most tender parts of their rear quarters. Also spitefully between the legs, tilly was spared this due to the iron belt, but her dark haired companion squealed horribly into the brush she was gagged with, both girls were in misery.
This treatment was imposed on tilly for no reason except that it occurred to the tavern keeper as amusing, and as such was perfectly proper.
Tilly wasn’t spared in the least, for every extra lash the brunette received between the legs tilly had two on the backs of hers. The girls worked hard to have the tavern spotless & gleaming, Whilst other slaves prepared the delicious smelling breakfast. Before the 1st of the sleeping masters was woken by soft lips between their legs. She continued to scrub during breakfast until her owner was ready to leave.
Marcus paid her scant attention except to commend his companion, for his excellent slave handling. He would have this repeated, she looked so pretty chained & working like this.
Then she was gagged with the soaked panties & then simply bound again & tied over a mule until he was ready to set off again. He hadn’t paid her the slightest attention or spoken to a single word to her.
This leisurely routine, for him at least, continued for almost a week until the settlements began to thin out again. Finally he was nearing the last fort before the great desert, 2 weeks of nothing except bare coastline & rock.
In the fort he claimed his reward for the heads of the bandits and met with the traders who wished to employ him for his lonely task.
She was taken to the slave pens where 3 slave wagons were being prepared. There are cages of body hooded slaves waiting to be processed. 4 men are preparing a large pot of water and the jelly enema capsules. Tilly is left kneeling against the wall, the men continue at their leisure. Then the muffled squealing & heavy lashes of slave whips begins. Tilly is terrified in her hood & chador. One by one the slaves have their body hoods opened & have the boiling hot enema capsule thrust firmly into their anal cavity. These provide hydration & nutrients for 2 weeks or longer, useful in transporting women. The insertion hot jelly bar is so painful that some girls, even those who have been processed a number of times and branded are physically paralyzed with horror. The heavy shortened bullwhip quickly restores obedience. The muffled squeals terrible & pitiful, still audible through the heavy gag & hood & the harsh crack of the whip continue for over an hour. Then tilly is processed.
She is unbound expertly & shivers and shudders as she briefly sees the wagons full of hooded girls. Remembering the fearful bag she was captured in on earth, these however are much more unpleasant.
The heavy leather hoods, tightly fitting from the head down and buckling between the legs. She is enormously ball gagged & arms strapped & pinned firmly against her back. The thick heavy leather sacks are very tight, extremely frightening claustrophobic. The inside is very smooth polished to be patent like. Thick mucous like lubricant has been spurted inside the sack & the bag had been left for a while in the sun, to loosen the heavy leather. Then tilly is knelt upright & the sack was 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.
She is bent forward, & her legs are opened from behind. Then unbearable pain as the capsule is pushed into her tender anus, she nearly faints but is in too much agony to pass out.
The hood was 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.. No regard is paid incidentally to her continence. The girls are implicitly aware that they 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 the 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 bagged for a month or more, during transportation. Inside the leather sack she begins to squelsh about, within seconds, mercilessly until her body feels entirely erogenous. she feels like you are inside yourself, like a human dildo in the clammy claustrophobic blindness.
A merchant steel tag was attached to her ankle cuffs & she was pushed towards one of the wagons but doesn’t move quickly enough & feels the bullwhip on the back of her legs, she moves extremely quickly after that. She is pushed into the wagon, into the writhing mass of wretched slaves. She manages to barely kneel cramped & pressed leather bound flesh to flesh. Then more girls are processed & forced into the wagon cages. The wagons were initially designed to fit 10 in cramped discomfort, however they are now used for 30 or more at a time. When there is absolutely no more space the cage is locked & the leather cover buckled closed. The heat is incredible, almost as incredible as the collective choking fear & misery. They will feel every jolt & bump of the stony road in the unsuspended wagon. This is of course no concern to the slave traders who pay transportation costs by the wagon not by the number of slaves. 96 slaves in total are locked in the 3 wagons when they are finally full. They are left in the compound till the next day.
Marcus in the meantime receives his instructions, advance payments & relaxes in one of the taverns with the traders.
In the morning heat the caravan sets off. As well as the 3 slave wagons, there are some goats & pigs a feed wagon for these & several mules loaded with merchandise for the trek. 4 veiled but naked peasant girls, now slaves destined for distant markets tend the livestock & lead the mules. Marcus is the only man present, the treks are mostly uneventful. On the first day he rides back & forth lazily watching the 4 girls. In the evening they make camp prepare his food & tend the animals. They compete eagerly to pleasure him. Every day he gives a different girl the switch & she supervises the others. Watching with wry amusement as they whip each other & repay the petty meanness of yesterday.
On the second day he allows the caravan to progress along the coast slowly while he swims & relaxes then catches up every so often on horseback. Occasionally he dallies with one of the peasant girls. The trip will take 2 weeks.
Two hot dusty weeks later. He sits on a balcony overlooking the slave pens. His cargo delivered he is enjoying a glass of chilled breakfast wine, watching the delivered slaves as they are processed by their new owners albeit temporary, as these handlers are slave traders, and they are merely merchandise. He had set off quite early this morning eager to finally reach the town. One by one the girls are being unhooded from the body hoods. Chained & then fed. There is a small trough filled with slushy scraps, each girl has her face pushed into it for a few seconds so must eat & drink as much as she can whilst avoiding choking in the slimy trough. There is an tense atmosphere of subdued acquiescent apprehension as the still body hooded girls listen to the girl being processed struggling and gasping for breath, face down in the trough.
& then being re gagged & hooded with a simple bag hood covering the head & then locked in the large cage. Each girl whimpering into her gag as she realizes her handling for now is over & she has been permitted to toilet. Nor will she until after she is sold. A slave desperate to toilet is that much more squirmy & vulnerable on the auction block. She has not been toileted for at least 2 weeks, and she can be kept in that unpleasant aching state for longer, her discomfort an asset in her handling.
The four peasant girls now no longer useful are also in the cage. All waiting for market day to be sold on the auction block.
The blonde is similarly re-hooded & dragged off. Left unfed however ,she is locked in a tiny solitary cage. There are several other girls, already sold, in similar cages waiting to be collected. Each cage has a leather curtain sealing the girl in with her smells and fears. Her vendors tag on the buckle. There is an air of palpable repressed but almost panic-stricken disquiet in these cages. Each girl waiting for her master to arrive. Soon she will have her flesh marked with his brand. Soon she will be whipped by her owner. Soon she will be raped. Soon she will be on her knees at his feet desperate with fear to be found pleasing by him. Soon her new life will begin, a new life of volative rape, of loving submission, of fearful sexual vulnerability & obedience. Of total femininity under male domination. The cage tiny, even the most petite of slaves, such as tilly was uncomfortably & cramped. Her knees were pushed firmly into her breasts, her wrists braceleted at her back awkwardly pressed down by the top of the cage, her head & feet pressed in tightly at either end. The bars underneath her knees were bare & uncushioned, quite unbearable after just a few seconds. The tightly fitting leather curtain slick on her naked flesh, through the bars of the cage. The black patent leather was damp slippery and smelly, with her and all the other girls who had waited anxiously for Master in dank fear. Her anxiety only increases as the processing outside is finished. The yard mainly silent now only occasionally broken by a couple of the men sitting around drinking coffee & smoking just near the cages.
It is still quite early in the morning. A tavern slave brings him a cooked breakfast on the balcony, in less than an hour the sun will be far too hot for this pleasure. The girl waits anxiously eager, at the merest incline of his head she asks him prettily in a husky unobtrusive voice what more she can fetch for him. When he has finished eating he allows her to serve him with her hot little mouth then after he has quickly shaved bath & dry him. Nearly a lazy hour later he closes the shutters on the balcony & looks down at the slavers yard down at her cage. The heat outside is absolutely stifling now. The men in the yard are lolling in the shade. The cages are not sheltered, she will be sweltering in the black leather enclosure. As he watches one of the slaves is collected, her Master causes a flutter of disquiet in the cages as he whips his new slave loudly on her buttocks as he leads her away. One of the yardmen calls over to the cages, there is now utter silence again. He bracelets the tavern girl & leaves her gagged, chained facing the wall besides his chair. Gathering up some documents and his money bag he goes out. He leaves his sword in the room, the open bearing of arms are prohibited in the port, & the former warrior now wanderer feels no need for his arms.
His business is concluded quickly and satisfactory to both amicable parties. Slaves and valuable livestock delivered, bales of trade goods. He was amply rewarded and then amply rewarded again for the despatch of the three outlaws. Bandits are a persistent nuisance on some of the trade routes. The men eat an early lunch together. He being quite happy to eat again, fresh bread and roast fresh vegetables, being something he craved on the long crossings. Strips of barbeque beef complete the dish, as well as several large extremely cold beers.
It is early afternoon now and unbearably hot. He strips off and has a quick swim on the small beach by the harbour. Then refreshed he jogs up to the slave yard. The two yardmen are dozing when he arrives, they wake & greet him lazily, he gives them a bottle of beer each.
The blonde is dragged stumbling from the cage, still chained & hooded. He leashes her with a long leash and bends her double so her head is held at his hip. With the long leash gives her legs a stinging red stripe. The three men stand about for a few minutes smoking and laughing. Then once more her legs are whipped to hurry her along, she is led off. In the other cages, some are now empty and in some girls continue to wait anxiously.
Back in his room she is left kneeling facing the wall. The dark haired girl serves him another beer and massages him, he unable to resist her skilful tongue again. The blonde waits listening, to her eager service and his lusty pleasure.
After the brunette finishes licking him clean he unhoods the blonde but leaves her gagged, her ankles and wrists are chained by a short chain to each other so she can perform her chores. The tavern girl is similarly chained or in sirik. Not permitted to look up she doesn’t recognise Master Marcus, his accent is also very different. The dark haired girl her face & breasts covered in semen is dismissed.
“Chores” He orders her brusquely.
There is a pile of laundry to be washed and sewn, leather to be polished & the room must be spotless.
Her obedient reply is muffled but audible
“Yes Master”
He strode over to the bed & lay down, he was asleep in moments.
Hanging on one wall, dominating the room from her kneeling perspective is a large thick slave crop. It looks well used.
Her chores are performed diligently & in silence, as he snores.
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When he wakes she is on fours polishing the rough floor tiles. His laundry is immaculately clean, fresh smelling, dried, neatly folded and any rips sewn perfectly. All this has been done in a small bucket, by hand & dried on the balcony. His aged & worn leather belts & bags, his sandals, gleam like new, yet are soft and supple like calfskin. Polished with nothing more than her hands and a tiny cleaning rag. All surfaces in the room have been scrubbed and polished to a gleam. The floor has been scrubbed meticulously & polished. All this has been performed in a matter of a couple of hours, during his siesta & in total & anxious silence. When she had finished she had continued polishing the floor all over again, so that when he woke she would still be busy. On all fours polishing feverishly almost beside herself with her bother. This was of course the correct deportment for a female at her chores.
He of course paid no heed to these things, they were expected from her, and as natural as her slavery. The performance of her duties may be trivial & unimportant to him after all if he had to so them himself he probably wouldn’t bother with most. But they had to done perfectly & hastily, loving & willingly carried out at her masters bidding. Her punishment no less severe, for the worthlessness of her petty tasks.
Normally the tavern room all his laundry and anything else would be cleaned by one of the tavern girls. Included in the price of the basic room, as well as her intimate services, and anything else he required, from any of the slaves. The leather curtained alcoves in the tavern itself, were for the brief raping of the girls. Rather than for sleeping in, although many had woken in the alcoves, still drunk in the mornings, attended by a beautiful & well fucked slut. The rooms were cheap & cheerful, about the cost of 3 or 4 meals. A similar price was paid for a slave, and about 1 to 5 percent more for white silk, likewise 10 per cent more for a girl fresh from a training house with a good pedigree. Training houses have become relatively rare these days, as girl learn eagerly enough if kept well whipped. White silks common enough, as a high proportion of barbarian (earth) girls and newly enslaved girls are at the point of sale at least unopened. Blondes attract no premium here & all the girls had better be gorgeous if they wish to breathe.
The point anyway was moot, she would soon be a tavern girl, raped and her fellatio for the price of a beer.
“Bring me a wine girl.” His voice startled her, she jumped with fright, her unbranded buttocks quivering.
She quickly brought him a chilled goblet of wine, he ordered her to kneel facing the wall by the side of his chair. Then went for into the shower room. She squirmed in terrible discomfort as she listened to him urinating. He took his time throwing panful after panful of cold water on his body until he was fully awake & refreshed. Revitalized he donned a fresh linen tunic and his sandals. Still gagged she serves him another wine. A tavern girl knocks timidly & then brings in two buckets and a feeding floor bowl with a small portion of slave gruel. The scraps peelings & other vegetable rinds considered unsuitable for animal feed
One of the buckets is empty but quite horribly pungent, the other is full of stale water. The meagre scraps are also smelly & slimy having been left putrefying in the days heat since yesterday.
Tilly gasps as she sees the tavern girls flimsy clothing, golden foil, fabric the same as she and yasmin had worn.
The tavern girl bracelets tilly’s hands behind her back, leaving her gagged. She is led over to the bucket and squatted awkwardly over the low receptacle. She is permitted to toilet. Her anus throbs & stings awfully, her waters terribly so. Her desperate respite & relief spoiled by the tenderness & soreness. This is often the case with slaves fresh from transportation, & will continue for a few days. Moreover her rear quarters will remain tenderized by her frequent rape & the inevitable whipping meted out to one such as her. In any case her soreness is of no consequence to her owners. He stops her abruptly with a click of his fingers, before she is fully finished. Totally unreservedly obedient to his command she feels dirtied and utterly humiliated by this sudden stop.
She is in tears as the tavern girl ungags her, nonetheless she thanks him effusively on her knees. She is knelt over the bowl, her lips pushed into the porridge she hungrily gulps the unpleasant tasting scraps down & licks the greasy bowl clean. The stink from waste bucket beside her, wafting over her feeding. She is fortunate, in many such cases girls are fed their first waste. In regular feeding their wastes are often mixed in with their scraps so as to extract the maximum nutrient value out of any food wasted on her. The bowl is filled with tepid water & she laps it down licking every drop of the cloudy liquid.
Then she is knelt facing the tavern girl, she is stunningly beautiful, waist length brown hair contrasting with startlingly blue eyes in her gold bikini & veil set. The brunette begins cleaning tilly with a small silken rag. The blonde is still braceleted. In the taverns girls are prepared in groups for the evening service by other slaves arbitrarily & temporarily selected first girls. The girls must kneel & wait to be led to the toilet bucket, then fed, then cleaned & finally have their cosmetics applied. This has the desired effect of further reinforcing the objectifying the slaves. They are prepared to serve men, & they are cleaned and prettified as the men desire. Painted sluts, deprived of even the least petty freedoms. The first girls are of course arbitrarily selected, the next night they will most likely be just another helpless girl waiting to be decorated for the men’s pleasure. Earth girls are never made such first girls, having once had the pretension of female freedom she is now constantly reminded of her true nature.
As the brunette applies lipstick & gloss, rouge and mascara the blonde is almost in tears, seeing herself in the tiny slave mirror. She too is so vulnerable & beautiful, in such an alluring passive way. So obviously for & subordinate to anothers pleasure. Who would take one such as she seriously, even in the slightest, or pay her any regard whatsoever, save to exploit & enjoy the allure of her charms. She was for her betters pleasure & would severely punished if her intimate & every service failed to live up to the lascivious sensual promise implicit in her pretty curves. Who indeed, she would be treated as men wanted to treat her, & dealt with as she truly felt she deserved to be. She felt small & wholly without unimportance, worthless, dependant on her masters will, as indeed she was.
The whole process took less than five minutes, slaves know better than to keep their owners waiting. The blonde was hurriedly softened & scented, her loveliness now immaculate, spotless, and beautiful. Perfection is demanded If there is a failing found both girls would be punished & severely, needless to say perfection is given.
He finished his wine and firmly called for another. The tavern girl fetched his wine. Both girls humbly kissed the rim & lovingly unreserved in their adoration for Master. Both girls trembled, the experienced tavern girl in the knowledge that often the man you served refreshment to, you would also yield sobbing & helpless to his rape. The blonde because she feared and ached for what was implicit in her fellows slave mien. both girls eyes met for a second over the rim.
He watched with enjoyment as they both reddened in delicious shame. Watched the little wiggle of their thighs as they moistened. The tiny sounds of squidging wetness, & the sweet smell of their feminine need for him. Blushing both girls lifted the cup over their bowed heads to him. He left them proffering the cup to him for a few moments, then took it without any recognition of their perfect service.
He leaves them kneeling at his feet while he idly contemplates his evening. Then as if on a whim he has the tavern girl strip & dress tilly in her garments removing her lovely panties and bikini top, along with her tiny veil. The golden fabric was sticky & hotly moist. She was the same girl he had enjoyed this morning, She hadn’t been permitted to wash herself or clean her clothing since then. In the taverns during the day girls work nude except for their veils. If they are selected for intimate service during the day they may wear a tiny apron, sometimes barely covering the breasts, sometimes not, her rear quarters exposed. The apron is for titillation & decoration nothing more. However today she has been kept in her soiled panties and set to scrubbing the floors, the meanest of jobs, usually allotted to earth girls & blondes. Although all the slaves are routinely humiliated and punished by so called blonde work.
He finishes his wine watching as tilly squirms & slithers her own warm wetness mingling with that of the other girl, and his sticky ejaculation.
She has still not been permitted to raise her eyes above his belt, has not recognised his accented voice.
Finishing his wine now he smiles at her obvious embarrassment, and her helpless sexual arousal.
The blonde is leashed by the brunette & preceding him on all fours is led from the room & down the stairs into the tavern.
He of course paid no heed to these things, they were expected from her, and as natural as her slavery. The performance of her duties may be trivial & unimportant to him after all if he had to so them himself he probably wouldn’t bother with most. But they had to done perfectly & hastily, loving & willingly carried out at her masters bidding. Her punishment no less severe, for the worthlessness of her petty tasks.
Normally the tavern room all his laundry and anything else would be cleaned by one of the tavern girls. Included in the price of the basic room, as well as her intimate services, and anything else he required, from any of the slaves. The leather curtained alcoves in the tavern itself, were for the brief raping of the girls. Rather than for sleeping in, although many had woken in the alcoves, still drunk in the mornings, attended by a beautiful & well fucked slut. The rooms were cheap & cheerful, about the cost of 3 or 4 meals. A similar price was paid for a slave, and about 1 to 5 percent more for white silk, likewise 10 per cent more for a girl fresh from a training house with a good pedigree. Training houses have become relatively rare these days, as girl learn eagerly enough if kept well whipped. White silks common enough, as a high proportion of barbarian (earth) girls and newly enslaved girls are at the point of sale at least unopened. Blondes attract no premium here & all the girls had better be gorgeous if they wish to breathe.
The point anyway was moot, she would soon be a tavern girl, raped and her fellatio for the price of a beer.
“Bring me a wine girl.” His voice startled her, she jumped with fright, her unbranded buttocks quivering.
She quickly brought him a chilled goblet of wine, he ordered her to kneel facing the wall by the side of his chair. Then went for into the shower room. She squirmed in terrible discomfort as she listened to him urinating. He took his time throwing panful after panful of cold water on his body until he was fully awake & refreshed. Revitalized he donned a fresh linen tunic and his sandals. Still gagged she serves him another wine. A tavern girl knocks timidly & then brings in two buckets and a feeding floor bowl with a small portion of slave gruel. The scraps peelings & other vegetable rinds considered unsuitable for animal feed
One of the buckets is empty but quite horribly pungent, the other is full of stale water. The meagre scraps are also smelly & slimy having been left putrefying in the days heat since yesterday.
Tilly gasps as she sees the tavern girls flimsy clothing, golden foil, fabric the same as she and yasmin had worn.
The tavern girl bracelets tilly’s hands behind her back, leaving her gagged. She is led over to the bucket and squatted awkwardly over the low receptacle. She is permitted to toilet. Her anus throbs & stings awfully, her waters terribly so. Her desperate respite & relief spoiled by the tenderness & soreness. This is often the case with slaves fresh from transportation, & will continue for a few days. Moreover her rear quarters will remain tenderized by her frequent rape & the inevitable whipping meted out to one such as her. In any case her soreness is of no consequence to her owners. He stops her abruptly with a click of his fingers, before she is fully finished. Totally unreservedly obedient to his command she feels dirtied and utterly humiliated by this sudden stop.
She is in tears as the tavern girl ungags her, nonetheless she thanks him effusively on her knees. She is knelt over the bowl, her lips pushed into the porridge she hungrily gulps the unpleasant tasting scraps down & licks the greasy bowl clean. The stink from waste bucket beside her, wafting over her feeding. She is fortunate, in many such cases girls are fed their first waste. In regular feeding their wastes are often mixed in with their scraps so as to extract the maximum nutrient value out of any food wasted on her. The bowl is filled with tepid water & she laps it down licking every drop of the cloudy liquid.
Then she is knelt facing the tavern girl, she is stunningly beautiful, waist length brown hair contrasting with startlingly blue eyes in her gold bikini & veil set. The brunette begins cleaning tilly with a small silken rag. The blonde is still braceleted. In the taverns girls are prepared in groups for the evening service by other slaves arbitrarily & temporarily selected first girls. The girls must kneel & wait to be led to the toilet bucket, then fed, then cleaned & finally have their cosmetics applied. This has the desired effect of further reinforcing the objectifying the slaves. They are prepared to serve men, & they are cleaned and prettified as the men desire. Painted sluts, deprived of even the least petty freedoms. The first girls are of course arbitrarily selected, the next night they will most likely be just another helpless girl waiting to be decorated for the men’s pleasure. Earth girls are never made such first girls, having once had the pretension of female freedom she is now constantly reminded of her true nature.
As the brunette applies lipstick & gloss, rouge and mascara the blonde is almost in tears, seeing herself in the tiny slave mirror. She too is so vulnerable & beautiful, in such an alluring passive way. So obviously for & subordinate to anothers pleasure. Who would take one such as she seriously, even in the slightest, or pay her any regard whatsoever, save to exploit & enjoy the allure of her charms. She was for her betters pleasure & would severely punished if her intimate & every service failed to live up to the lascivious sensual promise implicit in her pretty curves. Who indeed, she would be treated as men wanted to treat her, & dealt with as she truly felt she deserved to be. She felt small & wholly without unimportance, worthless, dependant on her masters will, as indeed she was.
The whole process took less than five minutes, slaves know better than to keep their owners waiting. The blonde was hurriedly softened & scented, her loveliness now immaculate, spotless, and beautiful. Perfection is demanded If there is a failing found both girls would be punished & severely, needless to say perfection is given.
He finished his wine and firmly called for another. The tavern girl fetched his wine. Both girls humbly kissed the rim & lovingly unreserved in their adoration for Master. Both girls trembled, the experienced tavern girl in the knowledge that often the man you served refreshment to, you would also yield sobbing & helpless to his rape. The blonde because she feared and ached for what was implicit in her fellows slave mien. both girls eyes met for a second over the rim.
He watched with enjoyment as they both reddened in delicious shame. Watched the little wiggle of their thighs as they moistened. The tiny sounds of squidging wetness, & the sweet smell of their feminine need for him. Blushing both girls lifted the cup over their bowed heads to him. He left them proffering the cup to him for a few moments, then took it without any recognition of their perfect service.
He leaves them kneeling at his feet while he idly contemplates his evening. Then as if on a whim he has the tavern girl strip & dress tilly in her garments removing her lovely panties and bikini top, along with her tiny veil. The golden fabric was sticky & hotly moist. She was the same girl he had enjoyed this morning, She hadn’t been permitted to wash herself or clean her clothing since then. In the taverns during the day girls work nude except for their veils. If they are selected for intimate service during the day they may wear a tiny apron, sometimes barely covering the breasts, sometimes not, her rear quarters exposed. The apron is for titillation & decoration nothing more. However today she has been kept in her soiled panties and set to scrubbing the floors, the meanest of jobs, usually allotted to earth girls & blondes. Although all the slaves are routinely humiliated and punished by so called blonde work.
He finishes his wine watching as tilly squirms & slithers her own warm wetness mingling with that of the other girl, and his sticky ejaculation.
She has still not been permitted to raise her eyes above his belt, has not recognised his accented voice.
Finishing his wine now he smiles at her obvious embarrassment, and her helpless sexual arousal.
The blonde is leashed by the brunette & preceding him on all fours is led from the room & down the stairs into the tavern.
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When he wakes she is on fours polishing the rough floor tiles. His laundry is immaculately clean, fresh smelling, dried, neatly folded and any rips sewn perfectly. All this has been done in a small bucket, by hand & dried on the balcony. His aged & worn leather belts & bags, his sandals, gleam like new, yet are soft and supple like calfskin. Polished with nothing more than her hands and a tiny cleaning rag. All surfaces in the room have been scrubbed and polished to a gleam. The floor has been scrubbed meticulously & polished. All this has been performed in a matter of a couple of hours, during his siesta & in total & anxious silence. When she had finished she had continued polishing the floor all over again, so that when he woke she would still be busy. On all fours polishing feverishly almost beside herself with her bother. This was of course the correct deportment for a female at her chores.
He of course paid no heed to these things, they were expected from her, and as natural as her slavery. The performance of her duties may be trivial & unimportant to him after all if he had to so them himself he probably wouldn’t bother with most. But they had to done perfectly & hastily, loving & willingly carried out at her masters bidding. Her punishment no less severe, for the worthlessness of her petty tasks.
Normally the tavern room all his laundry and anything else would be cleaned by one of the tavern girls. Included in the price of the basic room, as well as her intimate services, and anything else he required, from any of the slaves. The leather curtained alcoves in the tavern itself, were for the brief raping of the girls. Rather than for sleeping in, although many had woken in the alcoves, still drunk in the mornings, attended by a beautiful & well fucked slut. The rooms were cheap & cheerful, about the cost of 3 or 4 meals. A similar price was paid for a slave, and about 1 to 5 percent more for white silk, likewise 10 per cent more for a girl fresh from a training house with a good pedigree. Training houses have become relatively rare these days, as girl learn eagerly enough if kept well whipped. White silks common enough, as a high proportion of barbarian (earth) girls and newly enslaved girls are at the point of sale at least unopened. Blondes attract no premium here & all the girls had better be gorgeous if they wish to breathe.
The point anyway was moot, she would soon be a tavern girl, raped and her fellatio for the price of a beer.
“Bring me a wine girl.” His voice startled her, she jumped with fright, her unbranded buttocks quivering.
She quickly brought him a chilled goblet of wine, he ordered her to kneel facing the wall by the side of his chair. Then went for into the shower room. She squirmed in terrible discomfort as she listened to him urinating. He took his time throwing panful after panful of cold water on his body until he was fully awake & refreshed. Revitalized he donned a fresh linen tunic and his sandals. Still gagged she serves him another wine. A tavern girl knocks timidly & then brings in two buckets and a feeding floor bowl with a small portion of slave gruel. The scraps peelings & other vegetable rinds considered unsuitable for animal feed
One of the buckets is empty but quite horribly pungent, the other is full of stale water. The meagre scraps are also smelly & slimy having been left putrefying in the days heat since yesterday.
Tilly gasps as she sees the tavern girls flimsy clothing, golden foil, fabric the same as she and yasmin had worn.
The tavern girl bracelets tilly’s hands behind her back, leaving her gagged. She is led over to the bucket and squatted awkwardly over the low receptacle. She is permitted to toilet. Her anus throbs & stings awfully, her waters terribly so. Her desperate respite & relief spoiled by the tenderness & soreness. This is often the case with slaves fresh from transportation, & will continue for a few days. Moreover her rear quarters will remain tenderized by her frequent rape & the inevitable whipping meted out to one such as her. In any case her soreness is of no consequence to her owners. He stops her abruptly with a click of his fingers, before she is fully finished. Totally unreservedly obedient to his command she feels dirtied and utterly humiliated by this sudden stop.
She is in tears as the tavern girl ungags her, nonetheless she thanks him effusively on her knees. She is knelt over the bowl, her lips pushed into the porridge she hungrily gulps the unpleasant tasting scraps down & licks the greasy bowl clean. The stink from waste bucket beside her, wafting over her feeding. She is fortunate, in many such cases girls are fed their first waste. In regular feeding their wastes are often mixed in with their scraps so as to extract the maximum nutrient value out of any food wasted on her. The bowl is filled with tepid water & she laps it down licking every drop of the cloudy liquid.
Then she is knelt facing the tavern girl, she is stunningly beautiful, waist length brown hair contrasting with startlingly blue eyes in her gold bikini & veil set. The brunette begins cleaning tilly with a small silken rag. The blonde is still braceleted. In the taverns girls are prepared in groups for the evening service by other slaves arbitrarily & temporarily selected first girls. The girls must kneel & wait to be led to the toilet bucket, then fed, then cleaned & finally have their cosmetics applied. This has the desired effect of further reinforcing the objectifying the slaves. They are prepared to serve men, & they are cleaned and prettified as the men desire. Painted sluts, deprived of even the least petty freedoms. The first girls are of course arbitrarily selected, the next night they will most likely be just another helpless girl waiting to be prepared. Earth girls are never made such first girls, having once had the pretension of female freedom she is now constantly reminded of her true nature. As the brunette applies lipstick & gloss, rouge and mascara the blonde is almost in tears, seeing herself in the tiny slave mirror. She too is so vulnerable & beautiful, in such an alluring passive way. So obviously for & subordinate to anothers pleasure. Who would respect her, take her seriously, or pay her any regard whatsoever, save to exploit & enjoy her charms. She was one for her betters pleasure & would severely punished if her intimate & every service failed to live up to the sensual promise of her pretty curves. Who indeed, she was as she truly felt she deserved to be.
As if on a whim he has the tavern girl strip & leave her panties and bikini top, along with her tiny veil.
He of course paid no heed to these things, they were expected from her, and as natural as her slavery. The performance of her duties may be trivial & unimportant to him after all if he had to so them himself he probably wouldn’t bother with most. But they had to done perfectly & hastily, loving & willingly carried out at her masters bidding. Her punishment no less severe, for the worthlessness of her petty tasks.
Normally the tavern room all his laundry and anything else would be cleaned by one of the tavern girls. Included in the price of the basic room, as well as her intimate services, and anything else he required, from any of the slaves. The leather curtained alcoves in the tavern itself, were for the brief raping of the girls. Rather than for sleeping in, although many had woken in the alcoves, still drunk in the mornings, attended by a beautiful & well fucked slut. The rooms were cheap & cheerful, about the cost of 3 or 4 meals. A similar price was paid for a slave, and about 1 to 5 percent more for white silk, likewise 10 per cent more for a girl fresh from a training house with a good pedigree. Training houses have become relatively rare these days, as girl learn eagerly enough if kept well whipped. White silks common enough, as a high proportion of barbarian (earth) girls and newly enslaved girls are at the point of sale at least unopened. Blondes attract no premium here & all the girls had better be gorgeous if they wish to breathe.
The point anyway was moot, she would soon be a tavern girl, raped and her fellatio for the price of a beer.
“Bring me a wine girl.” His voice startled her, she jumped with fright, her unbranded buttocks quivering.
She quickly brought him a chilled goblet of wine, he ordered her to kneel facing the wall by the side of his chair. Then went for into the shower room. She squirmed in terrible discomfort as she listened to him urinating. He took his time throwing panful after panful of cold water on his body until he was fully awake & refreshed. Revitalized he donned a fresh linen tunic and his sandals. Still gagged she serves him another wine. A tavern girl knocks timidly & then brings in two buckets and a feeding floor bowl with a small portion of slave gruel. The scraps peelings & other vegetable rinds considered unsuitable for animal feed
One of the buckets is empty but quite horribly pungent, the other is full of stale water. The meagre scraps are also smelly & slimy having been left putrefying in the days heat since yesterday.
Tilly gasps as she sees the tavern girls flimsy clothing, golden foil, fabric the same as she and yasmin had worn.
The tavern girl bracelets tilly’s hands behind her back, leaving her gagged. She is led over to the bucket and squatted awkwardly over the low receptacle. She is permitted to toilet. Her anus throbs & stings awfully, her waters terribly so. Her desperate respite & relief spoiled by the tenderness & soreness. This is often the case with slaves fresh from transportation, & will continue for a few days. Moreover her rear quarters will remain tenderized by her frequent rape & the inevitable whipping meted out to one such as her. In any case her soreness is of no consequence to her owners. He stops her abruptly with a click of his fingers, before she is fully finished. Totally unreservedly obedient to his command she feels dirtied and utterly humiliated by this sudden stop.
She is in tears as the tavern girl ungags her, nonetheless she thanks him effusively on her knees. She is knelt over the bowl, her lips pushed into the porridge she hungrily gulps the unpleasant tasting scraps down & licks the greasy bowl clean. The stink from waste bucket beside her, wafting over her feeding. She is fortunate, in many such cases girls are fed their first waste. In regular feeding their wastes are often mixed in with their scraps so as to extract the maximum nutrient value out of any food wasted on her. The bowl is filled with tepid water & she laps it down licking every drop of the cloudy liquid.
Then she is knelt facing the tavern girl, she is stunningly beautiful, waist length brown hair contrasting with startlingly blue eyes in her gold bikini & veil set. The brunette begins cleaning tilly with a small silken rag. The blonde is still braceleted. In the taverns girls are prepared in groups for the evening service by other slaves arbitrarily & temporarily selected first girls. The girls must kneel & wait to be led to the toilet bucket, then fed, then cleaned & finally have their cosmetics applied. This has the desired effect of further reinforcing the objectifying the slaves. They are prepared to serve men, & they are cleaned and prettified as the men desire. Painted sluts, deprived of even the least petty freedoms. The first girls are of course arbitrarily selected, the next night they will most likely be just another helpless girl waiting to be prepared. Earth girls are never made such first girls, having once had the pretension of female freedom she is now constantly reminded of her true nature. As the brunette applies lipstick & gloss, rouge and mascara the blonde is almost in tears, seeing herself in the tiny slave mirror. She too is so vulnerable & beautiful, in such an alluring passive way. So obviously for & subordinate to anothers pleasure. Who would respect her, take her seriously, or pay her any regard whatsoever, save to exploit & enjoy her charms. She was one for her betters pleasure & would severely punished if her intimate & every service failed to live up to the sensual promise of her pretty curves. Who indeed, she was as she truly felt she deserved to be.
As if on a whim he has the tavern girl strip & leave her panties and bikini top, along with her tiny veil.
17 tilly is a tavern girl
The tavern was already busy this early in the evening. He selected a corner and sat down, tilly knelt at his feet, frightened in the hubbub. The naked brunette was dismissed. She walked timidly to the slave cage and one of the tavern keepers sitting there He stood up seizing a painful fistful of her hair, bent her over at the waist & gave her a few resounding slaps on the buttocks & legs for her missing clothes. In tears and grateful not to be whipped she is given a veil & tiny apron, both are smelly freshly soiled with another girls rape, to wear as a fresh humiliation. Donning them hastily she is unreservedly obsequious, servile in her gratitude. He loudly cuffs her bare buttocks again and pushes her into the selection cage.
The curtain is closed on the girls in the cage. The leather curtain being synthetic, is totally transparent from the outside but its interior red patent leather is totally opaque from the inside. The girls kneel in the cage, the only light for them a diffused red coming through. They are acutely aware of their totally visibility from the outside, & are never sure if they are being observed or not. They kneel prettily, lifting their breasts with their bodies, wiggling their bottoms nervously. Lips parted full & fellatio pouted, through the golden veils. All eyes are kept lowered and the girls are not permitted to talk. Some of the girls are gagged, some are braceleted, but all kneel as if braceleted. some girls are already sticky with rape. All wait keen & pathetically expectant to serve again, timorous and vulnerable, wet.
He allowed tilly, kneeling at his feet, to watch this piquant scene, then taking a copper token from the table placed it between her veiled lips and told her to go the same keeper with it. Slaves are not permitted to touch money except with their mouths, even tavern table beer tokens that represent indirectly money. She is without value, any worth she has is transactional between the men who own her, she should not sully fiscal transactions with her touch.
He watches her flank quivering nervously as she approaches the keeper. He is terse with her, shoving a tankard of beer at her for her to take hold of & steady, terrified of dropping it or spilling the tiniest drop. Dismissing her with curt abruptness and rudely slapping her buttocks sending her on her way. The slap though glancing was sound enough to bring tears to her eyes & a yelp of stung surprise. What must it be like to be whipped by such a man, her anguished question.
She kneels before Master Marcus with his cold beer. He instructed her to kneel closer, between his legs, feeling the heat from his body. Lifting the cup to her belly with both hands she rolled it on her navel then lifted it to her breasts. clutching it pressed into her cleavage, rolling it between her belled nipples. She lowers her lips and kisses the rim reverently, trembling & blushing quite shyly, then lifts the heavy vessel in both hands up to him. She keeps her eyes down. Her eyes catch on the erection underneath his tunic. Her flustered breath catches in her mouth.
“Master this girl brings you drink for your thirst & herself for your pleasure”
“More!” He tells her.
“Master this girl hopes you will part her lips & enjoy this girls service”
“Earth slut surely you can beg better than that.”
“Yes Master.” She replies flustered
He fingers the whip hanging at the side of his chair.
“Perhaps you don’t wish to please me”
“No Master”
“Perhaps you think you should choose who to serve & who not to”
“No Master”
“Well tilly beg then.” He uses the accent she is familiar with.
Her heart flooded with happiness at the recognition of his voice. The discomfort & distress, the humiliation & pain, the fear & anguish of the past few weeks meant nothing to her now, kneeling once more at his feet. How pathetic she was, how deserving of her bondage.
Her voice overcome with emotion & swimming in her hot wetness she whispers.
“Master is it truly you ?”
“Continue to elicit my interest slave”
“Master tilly begs to taste your pleasure in her mouth as you enjoy your drink,& to be opened for your rape”
He took the cup & lifted his tunic, he was fully erect now.
“Kiss me perfectly slut, or the whip will kiss you with perfection.”
“Yes Master” she whispers throatily, terrified but delighted by his strictness
She lowers her lips & kisses him under her veil. Slowly licking his glans lubricating them then allowing her full lips to be parted by the soft downward pressure of her head, taking his head fully into her mouth. She cupped his testicles in both hands and sucked his head in & out, kissing & licking it. She applied herself to his frenulum licking him upwards then teasing the underside of his glans with her hot tongue. All the while she began taking his shaft into her cleavage massaging him between her breasts as she slowly deepened her oral penetration. She used every technique she had learned from yasmin. Herself increasingly swept up the loving rapture of pleasuring her Master. Of the total erotic submission of slave fellatio. Unrequited totally without reciprocation emotionally obedient in her service in pleasing him. Her lovely body, heart & mind devoted to him. Her panties & thighs soaked & squidging, as she undulated her upper body & mouth, up and down & around his erection.
He sat drinking his beer, watching the dancers & thoroughly enjoyed her lips. She was quite naturally superb at fellatio as most earth girls are. Given time, the correct treatment & strict discipline earth girls excel at fellatio, finding it, so submissive & humiliating but so unreservedly loving, so feminine, they love it. Gorean girls are also of course superb, but earth girls find it so liberating to submit so without reserve. The few quite minor quirks in her technique would soon be whipped out of her. She had simmered well in the desert, & from her lips he had no doubt she was rape hot.
The keeper came over & sat down on the chair opposite.
“Is this the blonde bimbo?”
In her surprise she pulled up slightly in embarrassment & shock. Marcus seized a fistful of her hair & forced her head down firmly, cuffing her harshly. In tears she sucked & deep throated him, nearly choking as he pushed himself deep into her mouth.
“Yes this is the slut.”
He started to ejaculate as he spoke, exploding violently into her mouth. He grunted happily. His seed thick & sticky filling her mouth. Then withdrawing he continued to erupt spurting into her face & down her breasts. She knew better than to swallow without his express permission. Then he pushed himself back between her lips as his spasms of pleasure subsided.
He cuffed her to one side “On all fours slut”
She dropped to the tiles between the men facing him. Choking on her full mouth, trembling with fear.
The two men exchanged pleasantries for a minute or so, ignoring her.
“You may swallow !”
She swallowed quickly “Yes Master thank you Master”
“Clean me, & fetch more beer”
“Yes Master, at once Master”
She was tearful as she rose gracefully to her feet and scurried to the servery. How lovely & vulnerable she was after fellatio, so uncertain. She wouldn’t be thanked or complimented on the skill of her service/ Perhaps merely informed of her bare adequacy. Sometimes made to kiss the whip & only informed as to his satisfaction or displeasure, by the cruel application of the leather, or lack of it. Or simply dismissed in tears left to wonder at his pleasure.
She returned with a tankard of beer. In her service she must fetch each vessel individually, every act she performed for men must be special & devoted solely to him. Master Marcus indicated she should serve the keeper first.
She knelt at his feet and proffered the drink & her mouth to him.
He took the beer and curtly rebuffed her sexual service.
She went back to the servery & returned with a tray containing a warm bowl of scented water, soft silk towels and a small glass of liquor. Kneeling between his legs, she lifted the glass to him. The warm liquor enhanced his sexual afterglow, spreading his relaxation & pleasure. It also had the effect of stimulating and invigorating him, he post ejaculated into her face. She first sucked him dry, then licked him totally clean. Before gently bathing him with the moistened silk towel. And then humbly drying him with the other towel.
When he was satisfied he pushed her away & she quickly fetched him a fresh beer.
“Get on all fours there” He indicated the tiles before the two men.
She knelt there, covered in his sticky use, while the two men discussed her.
The keeper picked up a slave whip & pushed it forcefully to her lips, forcing her to head backwards awkwardly as she kissed it crying.
“Slut ?”
“Yes Master”
“How is it that you are dressed in the silks of this tavern ?.”
In her fear she didn’t recognise his question was rhetorical.
“Master………” she was cut short.
“Were you given permission to speak slave?”
“No Master”
“Your mouth is for fellatio, keep it shut until then”
Terrified she didn’t know whether to reply or not. He waited a moment then demanded.
“Did you hear me girl.”
“Yes Master, yes Master.” She sobbed.
“What a brainless blonde bimbo you are”
“Yes Master”
“What are you ?”
“this girl is a brainless blonde bimbo master”
“So how is it that you are dressed in the silks of this tavern ?.”
She was fearfully silent.
“Were you brought here as punishment by a man you offended, I wonder”
“Or did you perhaps yearn to submit to men, or were you curious”
Both men smiled at these questions. They referred to earlier times when female slavery wasn’t as universal; as it is now. It was an uncertain time for women. Suffrage had earlier been taken away from them as they weren’t capable of contributing to the defence of city states. And gradually a woman’s redress to law was being withdrawn. She was treated as an obedient wife or concubine, or slave depending on her husbands whims. Marriage was an arrangement between her father & her husband. Or her guardian, an increasing number of unwanted surplus daughters were turned over to the city & were used as public labour. If a woman was foolish enough to turn to the courts the judgment was always in the males favour. She would usually be punished with a public flogging then branded a slave for her impertinence. At these times if a man took offence at a free woman that he didn’t directly own. It was common custom to abduct her and take her to a tavern, put her in the livery of the inn, usually taken from a slave & soiled. Chain her hand and foot. Gag her often with rape soiled panties. Then leave her to be discovered. Her rape and or beating were up to her captor. Often as an additional insult she would be forced to masturbate before him & beg for rape, as the only means of escaping her predicament, then be coldly rejected. She would be found in due course by one of the keepers & assessed. Usually she would then be branded & become another tavern slave. Or if she was surplus to requirements sold at the markets.
In these uncertain times there were also women, who yearned to be mastered. To feel a mans firm hand on them, to be collared slaves. Tormented by their suppressed needs & frightened they generally would come & seek out a tavern master, rather than the slaver. He would clad them in tavern garb, bracelet them and put them in a cage, where they could observe the explicit activity in the tavern. After an hour or 2 at most they would regret their imprudence, it was far too late for her qualms, now. If she was pretty she would be branded without a seconds hesitation. And such girls were pretty, the more comely she was the keener she felt the need to be found pleasing by men. The more attractive her slave curves the stricter her treatment. Girls are quite petty & competitive to be kept under perfect discipline. This is scornfully referred to as the flattery of the whip. She is too beautiful to be free, & to go unwhipped.
Also there were girls who were simply curious of what occurred in the tavern, they would attempt to sneak in disguised & dressed like the slaves, unfortunately for them. The flimsiness of their masquerade was as insubstantial as the clothing permitted to slaves. They would be discovered immediately & either locked in the cage to await the hot iron. Or the pretence might be perpetuated for a short while, for the men's amusement before the girls were informed of the irreversible penalty for their rashness. Similarly a rival might trick the object of her silly jealously to come to the tavern on some pretence or the other dressed as a slave. The girl would of course be enslaved but her would be tormentor, would also be summoned to the tavern & collared as her punishment. In these cases it was amusing to have the pair chained together, for their chores and quite deliciously their intimate service. Such girls were often given matching names, clothing & of course the same stringent treatment. An apt punishment for their folly.
This state of affairs became a persistent nuisance for tavern keepers. A day was designated once per week when women could come & petition to rescind their emancipation, such as it was. One day per week when women could be brought to the tavern & punished for their impudence. In actual fact this proved to impractical too so such women would simply be fettered & gagged and left in the curtained cage until the convenient day. No toileting facilities or food were provided & if the curtain was drawn back for any reason the prospective slaves were expected to be knelt facing the wall & not to turn round without permission. Waiting frightened in the dark listening to the hot yielding, the submission & quite frequent discipline of the tavern slaves.
On the chosen day a branding brazier was brought to the tavern. The girls kneeling in stocks facing the tavern. They would be asked if they consented to their enslavement. All the girls were of course still gagged. The lack of dissent recorded. Her former name recorded, or more properly the name of the male formerly responsible for her. She thus ceased to exist as a person, she was now livestock or property. The branding then started. The tavern would fill with the smells of burnt flesh, mingling with the other smells of cooked meats. After which a friendly auction was held for their first rape.
He looked down at the trembling blonde.
“Remain on all fours & strip”
She obeyed removing her brassier first. He stopped her with a tap of the whip & with the whip lifted the garment from her hands, tossing it to the floor. She removed her panties, once again he took them with the whip.
“These are filthy & smelly”
“Yes Master”
“What a filthy little slut you are.”
“Yes Master.”
“Leave the veil on”
He said lifting that with the whip to reveal her sticky lips, then dropping it again.
With the tab he pressed the veil around her face, so it was plastered to her lips. He opened her veiled lips slightly, the gold fabric was quite lovely stuck as it was to her full lips.
“What are you ?”
“A little slut Master.”
“Stand”
She stood before him nude, except for her veil & quite obviously still helplessly sexually aroused. Respectfully she kept her eyes fixed on the floor
He examined and fondled her breasts, rolling her erect nipples firmly until she began to moan with discomfort. He had her bend over touching her toes. Then locked her big toes and thumbs together with a small rigid set of cuffs. These uncomfortable restraints were quite commonly used to sensitize a girl & heighten her sense of exposed vulnerability. Acutely distressing to wear for more than a couple of minutes, girls were often restricted in this manner for hours. Prior to her beating or rape, or both. He went behind her and penetrated her as far as her hymen, feeling and fondling her. She bucked to his touch, he was pleased. He violated her anally, assessing her response & tightness with his finger. She was facing Master Marcus, sobbing with shame much to both men's amusement.
He sat down again giving her his fingers to lick clean. She was facing the men, her intimacies exposed to the tavern.
More beer was fetched by a tavern girl.
They discussed her price. It was agreed she was more than moderately rape hot, for a white silk girl. Her fellatio was adequate, her deference still slightly unwilling. But her submissive nature was very evident. The whip would render her a loving & obedient tavern slut. Still her price was low, slaves are plentiful here. Marcus haggled the reasonable price of a nights room for her.
More beer was brought & drunk.
Finally she was released from the tiny cuffs.
“Slut on all fours, here” he indicated his feet.
She obeyed quickly eagerly.
From his belt pouch he took a copper coin and put it in her mouth.
“Take that to your former owner.”
Stung, in tears she crawled to Master Marcus’s feet.
He took the coin “Agreed” He said to the keeper, she was sold.
“Return to my feet”
She quickly crawled to her new Masters feet.
“Put your clothing back on slut”
“Yes Master”
She hastily put the brassier & panties on. They were cold & slimy now, her body heat soon warmed & made them sticky on her curves.
“You may kiss my feet & thank me for buying you”
She lowered her lips to his sandaled feet & kissed them humbly. She was frightened by this man, as a slave should be to her Master.
“Master this girl tilly……………..”
He pushed the whip to her lips cutting her short.
“Have I given you a name.”
“No Master”
“Master this nameless slave, thanks you for owning her, she truly hopes you will be pleased by every aspect of her service Master.”
He tossed the whip to the floor.
“Fetch it.”
On all fours she fetched the whip in her mouth.
She waited at his feet while the two men drank some more.
She waited for her first whipping & rape. It would not be her last.
The curtain is closed on the girls in the cage. The leather curtain being synthetic, is totally transparent from the outside but its interior red patent leather is totally opaque from the inside. The girls kneel in the cage, the only light for them a diffused red coming through. They are acutely aware of their totally visibility from the outside, & are never sure if they are being observed or not. They kneel prettily, lifting their breasts with their bodies, wiggling their bottoms nervously. Lips parted full & fellatio pouted, through the golden veils. All eyes are kept lowered and the girls are not permitted to talk. Some of the girls are gagged, some are braceleted, but all kneel as if braceleted. some girls are already sticky with rape. All wait keen & pathetically expectant to serve again, timorous and vulnerable, wet.
He allowed tilly, kneeling at his feet, to watch this piquant scene, then taking a copper token from the table placed it between her veiled lips and told her to go the same keeper with it. Slaves are not permitted to touch money except with their mouths, even tavern table beer tokens that represent indirectly money. She is without value, any worth she has is transactional between the men who own her, she should not sully fiscal transactions with her touch.
He watches her flank quivering nervously as she approaches the keeper. He is terse with her, shoving a tankard of beer at her for her to take hold of & steady, terrified of dropping it or spilling the tiniest drop. Dismissing her with curt abruptness and rudely slapping her buttocks sending her on her way. The slap though glancing was sound enough to bring tears to her eyes & a yelp of stung surprise. What must it be like to be whipped by such a man, her anguished question.
She kneels before Master Marcus with his cold beer. He instructed her to kneel closer, between his legs, feeling the heat from his body. Lifting the cup to her belly with both hands she rolled it on her navel then lifted it to her breasts. clutching it pressed into her cleavage, rolling it between her belled nipples. She lowers her lips and kisses the rim reverently, trembling & blushing quite shyly, then lifts the heavy vessel in both hands up to him. She keeps her eyes down. Her eyes catch on the erection underneath his tunic. Her flustered breath catches in her mouth.
“Master this girl brings you drink for your thirst & herself for your pleasure”
“More!” He tells her.
“Master this girl hopes you will part her lips & enjoy this girls service”
“Earth slut surely you can beg better than that.”
“Yes Master.” She replies flustered
He fingers the whip hanging at the side of his chair.
“Perhaps you don’t wish to please me”
“No Master”
“Perhaps you think you should choose who to serve & who not to”
“No Master”
“Well tilly beg then.” He uses the accent she is familiar with.
Her heart flooded with happiness at the recognition of his voice. The discomfort & distress, the humiliation & pain, the fear & anguish of the past few weeks meant nothing to her now, kneeling once more at his feet. How pathetic she was, how deserving of her bondage.
Her voice overcome with emotion & swimming in her hot wetness she whispers.
“Master is it truly you ?”
“Continue to elicit my interest slave”
“Master tilly begs to taste your pleasure in her mouth as you enjoy your drink,& to be opened for your rape”
He took the cup & lifted his tunic, he was fully erect now.
“Kiss me perfectly slut, or the whip will kiss you with perfection.”
“Yes Master” she whispers throatily, terrified but delighted by his strictness
She lowers her lips & kisses him under her veil. Slowly licking his glans lubricating them then allowing her full lips to be parted by the soft downward pressure of her head, taking his head fully into her mouth. She cupped his testicles in both hands and sucked his head in & out, kissing & licking it. She applied herself to his frenulum licking him upwards then teasing the underside of his glans with her hot tongue. All the while she began taking his shaft into her cleavage massaging him between her breasts as she slowly deepened her oral penetration. She used every technique she had learned from yasmin. Herself increasingly swept up the loving rapture of pleasuring her Master. Of the total erotic submission of slave fellatio. Unrequited totally without reciprocation emotionally obedient in her service in pleasing him. Her lovely body, heart & mind devoted to him. Her panties & thighs soaked & squidging, as she undulated her upper body & mouth, up and down & around his erection.
He sat drinking his beer, watching the dancers & thoroughly enjoyed her lips. She was quite naturally superb at fellatio as most earth girls are. Given time, the correct treatment & strict discipline earth girls excel at fellatio, finding it, so submissive & humiliating but so unreservedly loving, so feminine, they love it. Gorean girls are also of course superb, but earth girls find it so liberating to submit so without reserve. The few quite minor quirks in her technique would soon be whipped out of her. She had simmered well in the desert, & from her lips he had no doubt she was rape hot.
The keeper came over & sat down on the chair opposite.
“Is this the blonde bimbo?”
In her surprise she pulled up slightly in embarrassment & shock. Marcus seized a fistful of her hair & forced her head down firmly, cuffing her harshly. In tears she sucked & deep throated him, nearly choking as he pushed himself deep into her mouth.
“Yes this is the slut.”
He started to ejaculate as he spoke, exploding violently into her mouth. He grunted happily. His seed thick & sticky filling her mouth. Then withdrawing he continued to erupt spurting into her face & down her breasts. She knew better than to swallow without his express permission. Then he pushed himself back between her lips as his spasms of pleasure subsided.
He cuffed her to one side “On all fours slut”
She dropped to the tiles between the men facing him. Choking on her full mouth, trembling with fear.
The two men exchanged pleasantries for a minute or so, ignoring her.
“You may swallow !”
She swallowed quickly “Yes Master thank you Master”
“Clean me, & fetch more beer”
“Yes Master, at once Master”
She was tearful as she rose gracefully to her feet and scurried to the servery. How lovely & vulnerable she was after fellatio, so uncertain. She wouldn’t be thanked or complimented on the skill of her service/ Perhaps merely informed of her bare adequacy. Sometimes made to kiss the whip & only informed as to his satisfaction or displeasure, by the cruel application of the leather, or lack of it. Or simply dismissed in tears left to wonder at his pleasure.
She returned with a tankard of beer. In her service she must fetch each vessel individually, every act she performed for men must be special & devoted solely to him. Master Marcus indicated she should serve the keeper first.
She knelt at his feet and proffered the drink & her mouth to him.
He took the beer and curtly rebuffed her sexual service.
She went back to the servery & returned with a tray containing a warm bowl of scented water, soft silk towels and a small glass of liquor. Kneeling between his legs, she lifted the glass to him. The warm liquor enhanced his sexual afterglow, spreading his relaxation & pleasure. It also had the effect of stimulating and invigorating him, he post ejaculated into her face. She first sucked him dry, then licked him totally clean. Before gently bathing him with the moistened silk towel. And then humbly drying him with the other towel.
When he was satisfied he pushed her away & she quickly fetched him a fresh beer.
“Get on all fours there” He indicated the tiles before the two men.
She knelt there, covered in his sticky use, while the two men discussed her.
The keeper picked up a slave whip & pushed it forcefully to her lips, forcing her to head backwards awkwardly as she kissed it crying.
“Slut ?”
“Yes Master”
“How is it that you are dressed in the silks of this tavern ?.”
In her fear she didn’t recognise his question was rhetorical.
“Master………” she was cut short.
“Were you given permission to speak slave?”
“No Master”
“Your mouth is for fellatio, keep it shut until then”
Terrified she didn’t know whether to reply or not. He waited a moment then demanded.
“Did you hear me girl.”
“Yes Master, yes Master.” She sobbed.
“What a brainless blonde bimbo you are”
“Yes Master”
“What are you ?”
“this girl is a brainless blonde bimbo master”
“So how is it that you are dressed in the silks of this tavern ?.”
She was fearfully silent.
“Were you brought here as punishment by a man you offended, I wonder”
“Or did you perhaps yearn to submit to men, or were you curious”
Both men smiled at these questions. They referred to earlier times when female slavery wasn’t as universal; as it is now. It was an uncertain time for women. Suffrage had earlier been taken away from them as they weren’t capable of contributing to the defence of city states. And gradually a woman’s redress to law was being withdrawn. She was treated as an obedient wife or concubine, or slave depending on her husbands whims. Marriage was an arrangement between her father & her husband. Or her guardian, an increasing number of unwanted surplus daughters were turned over to the city & were used as public labour. If a woman was foolish enough to turn to the courts the judgment was always in the males favour. She would usually be punished with a public flogging then branded a slave for her impertinence. At these times if a man took offence at a free woman that he didn’t directly own. It was common custom to abduct her and take her to a tavern, put her in the livery of the inn, usually taken from a slave & soiled. Chain her hand and foot. Gag her often with rape soiled panties. Then leave her to be discovered. Her rape and or beating were up to her captor. Often as an additional insult she would be forced to masturbate before him & beg for rape, as the only means of escaping her predicament, then be coldly rejected. She would be found in due course by one of the keepers & assessed. Usually she would then be branded & become another tavern slave. Or if she was surplus to requirements sold at the markets.
In these uncertain times there were also women, who yearned to be mastered. To feel a mans firm hand on them, to be collared slaves. Tormented by their suppressed needs & frightened they generally would come & seek out a tavern master, rather than the slaver. He would clad them in tavern garb, bracelet them and put them in a cage, where they could observe the explicit activity in the tavern. After an hour or 2 at most they would regret their imprudence, it was far too late for her qualms, now. If she was pretty she would be branded without a seconds hesitation. And such girls were pretty, the more comely she was the keener she felt the need to be found pleasing by men. The more attractive her slave curves the stricter her treatment. Girls are quite petty & competitive to be kept under perfect discipline. This is scornfully referred to as the flattery of the whip. She is too beautiful to be free, & to go unwhipped.
Also there were girls who were simply curious of what occurred in the tavern, they would attempt to sneak in disguised & dressed like the slaves, unfortunately for them. The flimsiness of their masquerade was as insubstantial as the clothing permitted to slaves. They would be discovered immediately & either locked in the cage to await the hot iron. Or the pretence might be perpetuated for a short while, for the men's amusement before the girls were informed of the irreversible penalty for their rashness. Similarly a rival might trick the object of her silly jealously to come to the tavern on some pretence or the other dressed as a slave. The girl would of course be enslaved but her would be tormentor, would also be summoned to the tavern & collared as her punishment. In these cases it was amusing to have the pair chained together, for their chores and quite deliciously their intimate service. Such girls were often given matching names, clothing & of course the same stringent treatment. An apt punishment for their folly.
This state of affairs became a persistent nuisance for tavern keepers. A day was designated once per week when women could come & petition to rescind their emancipation, such as it was. One day per week when women could be brought to the tavern & punished for their impudence. In actual fact this proved to impractical too so such women would simply be fettered & gagged and left in the curtained cage until the convenient day. No toileting facilities or food were provided & if the curtain was drawn back for any reason the prospective slaves were expected to be knelt facing the wall & not to turn round without permission. Waiting frightened in the dark listening to the hot yielding, the submission & quite frequent discipline of the tavern slaves.
On the chosen day a branding brazier was brought to the tavern. The girls kneeling in stocks facing the tavern. They would be asked if they consented to their enslavement. All the girls were of course still gagged. The lack of dissent recorded. Her former name recorded, or more properly the name of the male formerly responsible for her. She thus ceased to exist as a person, she was now livestock or property. The branding then started. The tavern would fill with the smells of burnt flesh, mingling with the other smells of cooked meats. After which a friendly auction was held for their first rape.
He looked down at the trembling blonde.
“Remain on all fours & strip”
She obeyed removing her brassier first. He stopped her with a tap of the whip & with the whip lifted the garment from her hands, tossing it to the floor. She removed her panties, once again he took them with the whip.
“These are filthy & smelly”
“Yes Master”
“What a filthy little slut you are.”
“Yes Master.”
“Leave the veil on”
He said lifting that with the whip to reveal her sticky lips, then dropping it again.
With the tab he pressed the veil around her face, so it was plastered to her lips. He opened her veiled lips slightly, the gold fabric was quite lovely stuck as it was to her full lips.
“What are you ?”
“A little slut Master.”
“Stand”
She stood before him nude, except for her veil & quite obviously still helplessly sexually aroused. Respectfully she kept her eyes fixed on the floor
He examined and fondled her breasts, rolling her erect nipples firmly until she began to moan with discomfort. He had her bend over touching her toes. Then locked her big toes and thumbs together with a small rigid set of cuffs. These uncomfortable restraints were quite commonly used to sensitize a girl & heighten her sense of exposed vulnerability. Acutely distressing to wear for more than a couple of minutes, girls were often restricted in this manner for hours. Prior to her beating or rape, or both. He went behind her and penetrated her as far as her hymen, feeling and fondling her. She bucked to his touch, he was pleased. He violated her anally, assessing her response & tightness with his finger. She was facing Master Marcus, sobbing with shame much to both men's amusement.
He sat down again giving her his fingers to lick clean. She was facing the men, her intimacies exposed to the tavern.
More beer was fetched by a tavern girl.
They discussed her price. It was agreed she was more than moderately rape hot, for a white silk girl. Her fellatio was adequate, her deference still slightly unwilling. But her submissive nature was very evident. The whip would render her a loving & obedient tavern slut. Still her price was low, slaves are plentiful here. Marcus haggled the reasonable price of a nights room for her.
More beer was brought & drunk.
Finally she was released from the tiny cuffs.
“Slut on all fours, here” he indicated his feet.
She obeyed quickly eagerly.
From his belt pouch he took a copper coin and put it in her mouth.
“Take that to your former owner.”
Stung, in tears she crawled to Master Marcus’s feet.
He took the coin “Agreed” He said to the keeper, she was sold.
“Return to my feet”
She quickly crawled to her new Masters feet.
“Put your clothing back on slut”
“Yes Master”
She hastily put the brassier & panties on. They were cold & slimy now, her body heat soon warmed & made them sticky on her curves.
“You may kiss my feet & thank me for buying you”
She lowered her lips to his sandaled feet & kissed them humbly. She was frightened by this man, as a slave should be to her Master.
“Master this girl tilly……………..”
He pushed the whip to her lips cutting her short.
“Have I given you a name.”
“No Master”
“Master this nameless slave, thanks you for owning her, she truly hopes you will be pleased by every aspect of her service Master.”
He tossed the whip to the floor.
“Fetch it.”
On all fours she fetched the whip in her mouth.
She waited at his feet while the two men drank some more.
She waited for her first whipping & rape. It would not be her last.
18 Raffled & Raped
The two men took their time over their drinks. Calling a slave over for more refreshments while the now nameless slave waited, humiliated & frightened. In spite of her obvious situation It should more properly be called her predicament. Her treatment in recent days. She still foolishly hoped that Master Marcus, might still take her away again along the coast. She was facing away from them to the busy tavern. All she could see however were the sandaled feet of the masters, & the bare feet of the slaves rushing to serve them. Her proper position. The thick leather whip was getting increasingly difficult to hold in her slimy veil. The stink of his pleasure, slippery moistened by her hot breath, invaded & filled her nostrils. The thick lumpy taste of him still thickly smeared on her lips, her mouth. How she had hoped for this moment, aching, squirming, crying quietly, listening to yasmin’s rape. How foolish she had been, how feminine, how pitiable. How deserving of her bondage. & how pleasant it was to put such girls to the branding iron.
She had felt rather than heard the air crack loudly as the whip struck her, for the first time. She had eventually been sent to the stocks, in the punishment alcove. The small curtained alcove, had been left open. She was hooded & facing the wall, but was clearly visible to most of the tavern. Her muffled horrible screams, enticed the other slaves to even more exacting obedience.
She had been pecker gagged.
“Do you know I’m going to whip you slave?”
Her muffled reply had been unsatisfactory.
He asked her again while the first lash ripened on her rear.
Her next reply was only slightly less muffled, how could it have been otherwise. But he was satisfied.
“You are not to informed, why you are being punished, curiosity is unbecoming in a slavegirl. Suffice it to say It pleases me to punish me.”
Her beating began. Master Marcus watched as pleased with her punishment, as he was pleased by the girl kneeling between his knees. Fifty lashes left the creamy flesh of her rump red and puffy, it quickly pinkened prettily. The slave whips even the dreadful punishment whip is designed not to damage flesh but to inflict deliberate & intense pain. She felt raw. Sobbing as she was released from the stocks and cowered over his feet kissing them in pain & terror. Master Marcus began to come as he watched the now nameless slave kissing the whip.
Her first rape was drawn as a lottery. She had been leashed & led round the tavern by another slave. Stopping to kneel before each of the patrons in turn. She had begged each to enjoy her first rape. Some of the men dismissed her instantly. Others added a coin like numbered token to the belled chain around her belly. The tokens had a value of one beer. Others had her kneel & demonstrate her charms for them. Only deciding whether to enter the raffle after they had come in her face. After she had been led around the tavern for an hour or so twenty coins hung from her chain. Kneeling in front of the tavern the coins were remove from the chain & put into a rape hood, she selected each token in turn from the hood. The coins were then put back on the belt in order. Stupidly she wondered why so much care was being taken over this. Just for her first rape. When the hood was empty it was pulled over her head & buckled closed. She was then whipped to an alcove. The chain with its coins was hung outside.
In the alcove her wrists were braceleted behind her attached to a thin steel ring locked around her waist. Her ankles were held widely apart by a spreader bar. She was pushed face down on the rape mat & chained there.
He had entered the alcove quietly, not speaking he had opened his tunic & entered her slowly until his erection felt the resistance of her hymen. Then with a quick thrust he had torn it aside. She had squealed & bucked pleasingly at this. He enjoyed her sudden spasm of intimate pain. He wasn’t particularly violent or rough with her. Just vigorous & forceful until he felt himself begin to come, as she began to moan helplessly as the her first orgasm overtook her. The surrender that she had yearned for was incredible. She yielded everything to him. Eternally & innately she was just the slave He was the Master. He then raped her anally, exulting in her cries of distress & discomfort, as he came & she came shamefully to him again. He as most Goreans are, was a large man & she was very tight, & her repression was physical as well as psychological. She was shamed emotionally as she sobbed with joy under his absolute command.
Finished he pulled out of her. Or so he thought in his withdrawal from her delightfully tight anus he ejaculated a stream across her back. Laughing with pleasure he slapped her bottom firmly in appreciation. Master Marcus stood up & replaced his tunic. He had accepted a slightly lower price for her to take her virginity, only the cost of a couple of cold beers. Possibly more than her rape was worth. But then again he had just restrained from raping her, across the desert. Her value was throwaway, as was a spilt beer. She didn’t & would never know it was him. Nor would she ever know his or any other of her many masters. She was not permitted to sully a mans name with her tongue.
Leaving the curtains open as he left her. He snapped his fingers for a slave to fetch him another drink & to clean him.
The tavern owner shouted “Next!”
The curtain was left open, as the next man entered her.
She had felt rather than heard the air crack loudly as the whip struck her, for the first time. She had eventually been sent to the stocks, in the punishment alcove. The small curtained alcove, had been left open. She was hooded & facing the wall, but was clearly visible to most of the tavern. Her muffled horrible screams, enticed the other slaves to even more exacting obedience.
She had been pecker gagged.
“Do you know I’m going to whip you slave?”
Her muffled reply had been unsatisfactory.
He asked her again while the first lash ripened on her rear.
Her next reply was only slightly less muffled, how could it have been otherwise. But he was satisfied.
“You are not to informed, why you are being punished, curiosity is unbecoming in a slavegirl. Suffice it to say It pleases me to punish me.”
Her beating began. Master Marcus watched as pleased with her punishment, as he was pleased by the girl kneeling between his knees. Fifty lashes left the creamy flesh of her rump red and puffy, it quickly pinkened prettily. The slave whips even the dreadful punishment whip is designed not to damage flesh but to inflict deliberate & intense pain. She felt raw. Sobbing as she was released from the stocks and cowered over his feet kissing them in pain & terror. Master Marcus began to come as he watched the now nameless slave kissing the whip.
Her first rape was drawn as a lottery. She had been leashed & led round the tavern by another slave. Stopping to kneel before each of the patrons in turn. She had begged each to enjoy her first rape. Some of the men dismissed her instantly. Others added a coin like numbered token to the belled chain around her belly. The tokens had a value of one beer. Others had her kneel & demonstrate her charms for them. Only deciding whether to enter the raffle after they had come in her face. After she had been led around the tavern for an hour or so twenty coins hung from her chain. Kneeling in front of the tavern the coins were remove from the chain & put into a rape hood, she selected each token in turn from the hood. The coins were then put back on the belt in order. Stupidly she wondered why so much care was being taken over this. Just for her first rape. When the hood was empty it was pulled over her head & buckled closed. She was then whipped to an alcove. The chain with its coins was hung outside.
In the alcove her wrists were braceleted behind her attached to a thin steel ring locked around her waist. Her ankles were held widely apart by a spreader bar. She was pushed face down on the rape mat & chained there.
He had entered the alcove quietly, not speaking he had opened his tunic & entered her slowly until his erection felt the resistance of her hymen. Then with a quick thrust he had torn it aside. She had squealed & bucked pleasingly at this. He enjoyed her sudden spasm of intimate pain. He wasn’t particularly violent or rough with her. Just vigorous & forceful until he felt himself begin to come, as she began to moan helplessly as the her first orgasm overtook her. The surrender that she had yearned for was incredible. She yielded everything to him. Eternally & innately she was just the slave He was the Master. He then raped her anally, exulting in her cries of distress & discomfort, as he came & she came shamefully to him again. He as most Goreans are, was a large man & she was very tight, & her repression was physical as well as psychological. She was shamed emotionally as she sobbed with joy under his absolute command.
Finished he pulled out of her. Or so he thought in his withdrawal from her delightfully tight anus he ejaculated a stream across her back. Laughing with pleasure he slapped her bottom firmly in appreciation. Master Marcus stood up & replaced his tunic. He had accepted a slightly lower price for her to take her virginity, only the cost of a couple of cold beers. Possibly more than her rape was worth. But then again he had just restrained from raping her, across the desert. Her value was throwaway, as was a spilt beer. She didn’t & would never know it was him. Nor would she ever know his or any other of her many masters. She was not permitted to sully a mans name with her tongue.
Leaving the curtains open as he left her. He snapped his fingers for a slave to fetch him another drink & to clean him.
The tavern owner shouted “Next!”
The curtain was left open, as the next man entered her.
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