Vended

 

I quietly entered the hall, carrying the heavy tray of coffee jug and accompaniments with  a graceful curtsy. Slavegirls must always curtsy when entering a room, where Master or Masters are present. Or if indicated drop to all fours and crawl to kiss Masters feet. As was expected, demanded from slavegirls my service was quick unobtrusive  but always making sure that my cleavage and bottom were jiggling prettily.

I was wearing my the apron i had just been given to wear & was very pleased with the  filmy fabric having been kept nude for my chores for the last month or so since I arrived. Nude except the tiny ‘modesty’ veil that barely covered my mouth and was utterly diaphanous and glossy, that all slave girls  had to wear.

The glossy silk apron was baby pink and matched the colour of my veil, it was also shiny but completely diaphanous too. It barely reached down and covered my intimacies and only just about covered my nipples, the fastening strings under and around my breasts made the apron push up and plump my cleavage for a very comely buxom

appearance. I was very pleased with it and it was the only item of clothing I had ever been permitted here so far. It was much nicer than the one given to my fellow blonde slave, who I shared a kennel or cage with at night. Hers was only a half apron and didn’t cover her breast at all. Although she did have very pretty nipple bells to jiggle. I also had my nipples pierced and ringed with a short chain between the rings. A tiny pretty bell swung freely on the delicate heart shaped links and was also very pretty.

We were not permitted much clothing and never panties or nether shields as they are called here. Except

to wear briefly and then to be gagged with when they are moist and hot with our arousal gagged for sex. Like that distant now memory when I had been taken. The burly Men who had appeared  in my darkened apartment in the middle of  night, waking me in my bed, dragging me from it, stripping me naked.  And forcing me to dress me in my extra lacey silk  underwear, the lingerie I wore for special dates. I was forced to serve them drinks while they lounged on my furniture. All the while sobbing  and pleading, desperate to know what they wanted until  I was stripped off and then gagged with my warm moist panties into a muffled terrified  silence. They had  actually seemed bored  by the whole process of my  capture, and this game seemed to amuse them briefly. After that I had been bundled into a heavy leather transport sack and then all I remember was waking up here, with lots of other frightened naked and very beautiful girls, just like my kennel companion.        

There were actually lots of slave girls here but she and I were new and as well as sharing the  tiny crawlspace kennel with her , we were both what was known as white silk so also wore the iron belt at nights.  The tiny kennel we shared whose gate was only high enough to crawl on all fours slowly and very carefully though. An the kennel itself no higher and tiny and cramped for 1 occupant, holding us both.

There were 3 Men seated around the central coffee/drinks serving  table. I made sure that my posture was graceful and pretty as I knelt at the table. They were all, as most Men are here well but slimly built, lithe and powerful. I always felt very soft and weak in their presence which of course I was. I could imagine being tossed over their shoulders onto their strong chests and being carried like so much struggling baggage, spoils of conquest. I wasn’t not permitted to look above my Masters belt line without permission, but I could  feel their casual observation of my service burning into my lowered head as I poured the coffee and mixed the liqueur into the fortified morning drink. I felt self conscious and flustered and my thighs were slightly moist under my apron already. Could imagine being carried away as their reward.

I was always now excited and wet in the presence of the Masters. They were just so masculine and

dominant and I felt so vulnerable and weak, feminine and submissive in their presence. I had seen other girls hurrying back from serving one or other of the Men. Furtively but not very much so, with a Masters pleasure on their lips, or between their thighs licking their lips or pressing their fingers between squeezed thighs and sucking their fingers, like  cream. I had glanced jealously at them and they had smiled and wiggled at me. Once or twice I had seen one slave give her friend a hot sticky kiss, sharing the thick sticky cream. I had always glanced down embarrassed but very hot, so wanting to be her at that moment.

When I and the other slaves were at our chores, mostly cleaning the hard tiled floor on all fours, one of the Masters might stride though and we would all raise our bottoms slightly and greet Him submissively, usually ignored completely, I might add. But we would all be so wet but also frightened lest He stop and decide to discipline us for some reason with the crop they all seemed to carry about with them. I had only felt a criss cross crack across my raised bottom or my thighs, once or twice and the stern but bored on His part admonishment for me to hurry, or to scrub/polish better.

And I didn’t want to feel it ever gain, let alone be sent to fetch it or worse for a proper beating. Even though I knew I would deserve my punishment and was strangely flattered that a Man such as these a Master, might desire me enough to punish me if I didn’t please Him as much as He expected me to.   Though I very much preferred the thought of being spanked to the thought of the whip on my soft behind. I had seen one of the girls being pulled over a Masters lap and spanked soundly. I had been sent out of the room, but then the girl had left the room slightly later with His pleasure all over her lips and face, she had looked very pleased with herself even though her bottom was still swollen and puffy looking from her spanking.

I knelt before the first Man, Masters guest. I am guessing both of them were guests or strangers but I was not permitted to look up and see their faces.

“Please Master, how may this girl serve your coffee and your pleasure, Master, thank You Master.” I

asked.

“Stand up slave.” He told me

I lowered the jug and stood up with a curtsy, He snapped His fingers and indicated that I should move closer to Him.

He patted my bottom, it was bare from behind and I was as yet unbranded. Later when I was sold into whatever city state I ended up in I would be branded, on one buttock a pretty brand indicating that I was irrevocably now just property. As well as a tiny coin stamped with my owners symbol attached to my clitoris when I was no longer white silk and was also belled there.  Most of the girls in the cages and pens here were as yet unbranded, owned but still unsold to our final Masters.

“That is a very pretty apron slave.”

“Thank You Master.” I whispered quite hoarsely, pathetically flattered by his comments. And ever so pleased with the new apron.

“A little too long maybe slave.” He said, it was very short and only just barely covered my intimacies as long as  I didn’t move too quickly.

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.”

He touched the hem and then sniffed His fingers, I looked down in shame realizing it was damp.”

“Yes a little too modest for a hot little blonde like you.”

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.” I curtsied blushing,

“Strip,” He told me

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.” I didn’t dare disobey, fumbling as I tried to hurry with the apron strings.

“Hurry slave unless you want to taste the whip.”

I suddenly felt all the breath and colour drain out of me at the mention of punishment. Choking with

fright now. Finally what felt like an eternity, but was just an instant  the apron string tugged loose and the apron slipped down. With a quick flash of His hand He caught it very adeptly before it fell to the ground then tossed it to the floor. The quickness of His movement scaring me even more, how easy & casually powerful He was.

He put His finger between my legs, I suddenly realized was very warm and wet there now.

Lifting His fingertip to His nose He sniffed the slickness.

“Now you smell like a  pretty little blonde too slave.”

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.”

He pushed His fingers under my veil into my mouth.

“Suck me clean, slave.”

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.”

“You may look up fucktoy.”

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.” I obeyed meeting His eyes. Even when a slavegirl is allowed to look up for example during fellatio, she really only sees her Masters eyes not really discerning His whole face. He is a person she is not.

I sucked His fingers clean looking deeply into His eyes submissively and seductively as if I was performing fellatio, which I so wanted now with him. And I so wanted to please Him this way now, I could feel my thighs squelching and squidging and knew He could smell and hear me too.

“Now you may serve me coffee slave, extra liqueur,  no honey or sweetener.”  He told me slapping my bottom.

“Yes Master, Thank You Master.” I gasped. The slap was so light, from His perspective but took my breath completely away.

Did I hear Him and the other Men laugh lightly  ? I didn’t dare even  glance up.

He and the other Masters never said a word to me for the rest of the afternoon as I knelt before them,
except to tell me to pour more coffee and how they wanted it.

After they left I tidied the cups and the hall, then was about to rejoin my fellow new slave on all fours scrubbing & polishing the floors.

I was still extremely humiliated and still very wet by His treatment of me. Why did they have to be such beasts I fumed and raged powerlessly of course and very silently lest any of the Masters hears me. I wasn’t looking forward to the night in the kennel in the iron belt with my wrists also locked behind me on the belt. So we couldn’t touch ourselves in that way, even if we dared to think about touching what clearly now didn’t belong to us. But the thick oval shaped bar that went so snugly and intimately between my thighs was always so slick in the mornings and so was that of my companions, we daren’t even meet each other eyes most mornings. And the air in tiny cage or kennel with its heavy leather curtain was so full of the stale waxy smell of our need.

But instead I was led into an area downstairs where several other slaves were already hooded and bagged in the horrid leather transport sacks. They had disks attached to the buckle that closed the sack to identify them. For the briefest of moments I had the satisfaction of
knowing that I had been found pleasing enough to be bought. By Him maybe, the thought aroused me massively and very immediately, but also frightened me, He would be very strict with a little blonde ‘fucktoy’ like me I feared, & hotly hoped. But then realized alongside my sale so had lots of the other girls, and were most likely off to another city and a slave auction. I wondered if my cage companion had been similarly vended too. We hadn’t even been given names yet, pretty or otherwise. But I didn’t have long to think about any of this before my wrists were locked behind me and I was gagged. The heavy leather sack pulled down my head and belly buckling closed between my legs, then the other part of the sack pulled up so I was bent double and properly contained in the sack.

I hadn’t even been fed or permitted to toilet for today and would never  dare soil the sack, no matter how desperate would be to pee or how long we had to wait. Although we would never dare soil ourselves, implied in their harsh  treatment of us as transported goods.  That any girl who did so would be severely punished or simply tossed over the side of a transport barge. Nonetheless the sacks when opened would be slick with our fear and arousal too. Being placed into the sacks which were rarely cleaned felt so clammy from the previous
occupant too. It was so humiliating and embarrassing thinking that the next girl would be in your helpless stink too.

My own sack was tagged I assumed then we were all tossed casually into a wagon with the other sold slaves, for transport. The slavers were laughing and joking so casually as they worked, how I hated them,

They were such beasts and how I now ached and longed hotly so to be owned by a such a strict beastly  Master.   

 

A raid

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Black silk pantie gag

 

My excitement triggered so intensely, suddenly I was so very warm  and sticky, wet between my thighs. And I knew that He, and the slavegirl elisa also knew. They could smell my warm arousal as strongly as I could feel its helpless dampness.

Inquisitive maybe too curious, I had asked him was what did the slavegirls do whilst the men were having their afternoon siestas. The afternoons are so unbearably hot and stuffy here, and often the men swim in the sea before sleeping for the hottest part of the day.

He was reclining in a comfortable rattan chair. I and the slavegirl elisa were kneeling on cushions at His feet. Our eyes were at waist level kneeling like this. And we were always kneeling very close to His chair. Our personal space wasn’t important to Him in the slightest and His personal space included our space.

Elisa had told me that she was not normally  given a cushion. Also elisa had insisted I kneel on the cushion not sit or lounge on it. Kneeling upright quite primly but with your knees slightly parted. Elisa was not allowed to wear panties and I had noticed that when Master was in the room her knees were always parted that tiny bit more. Elisa later also teased me that I did so too and had done so from the very beginning. Imports like me, and especially golden blonde imports were very naturally sexually submissive she had told me matter of factly. They barely need beating, she said quite scandalized, as if it were quite normal for a woman to be physically punished, except that it is often enjoyable to do so. When I had objected to being called an import she was confused, women were always considered property here and I was not from here, so was imported property, even if I wasn’t actually owned as such.

When Master was present we would kneel upright keeping our eyes lowered until He spoke directly to you. Then as was customary you looked directly up into His eyes attentively. His speaking to you, sometimes, but not always, gave a female permission to raise your eyes above His waist level.  Although sometimes a girl might be cuffed or whipped for looking up if He decided that He hadn’t given permission.

I had baulked at kneeling submissively while He sat  at first, but elisa had insisted and the first time I had knelt in this way in His presence it felt natural and very beautiful too, I had felt very feminine and obedient.

His fingers had idly traced the handle of the short crop placed on the arm of his chair “They perform their little chores quietly.” He had replied.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” Elisa had whispered

 I glanced over at elisa she looked so suddenly numb and pale with fright, seeing His hand straying over the whip.

And the tone of his voice was so dominant and expectant of total obedience, so masculine at this moment.

He looked down at me and made an exaggerated gesture of sniffing the air then smiled. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Stand up immediately girl.” He told me

 Elisa has been teasing all week about my underwear. It was soft glossy silk it was, and so alike to her slave garments, she kept saying . Although maybe too modest in cut and also black even if it was sensuous wet look silk was not the right colour for slaves. But the main thing she had been teasing me about was how I always chose the sexiest skimpiest set when I was expecting Him to come into the room to talk. I had protested that these were the only sets I had, but she & I both knew that wasn’t true. Furthermore she hand washed my panties and always teased me about the smell. I suppose I should have been offended. After all she was a servant & lower than a servant,  just a slavegirl. But she was so innocent and friendly about the teasing it felt so nice and girly. And in any case my emotions and hormones seemed to be running wild here and we often hugged emotionally overcome and I knew that she knew I was often very tearful or very close to it.

I stood up in front of Him. I felt myself squirm as He took a gulp of His drink, watching me.

“Remove your silly outer garments girl.”

I opened my mouth to protest then hushed myself seeing His hand on the whip and the fright on elisa’s face.

“I want to see these little slave type garments you wear close to your skin that elisa has told me about.”

“You may also curtsy and call me Master.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered curtsying as I had seen elisa do many times before.

I unbuttoned the thin black satin tailored shirt and slacks I had been wearing and stepped out of them. I was now stood before Him in my short slip and panties.

“Curtsy again girl.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.”  I whispered obediently.

He hooked His hand around my waist and around my bottom then pulled me closer to Him. The men were so big and strong here, with such big hands. They weren’t overly bulging with muscles, they were quite slender but powerful, full of vitality and strength.

He removed my bra and discarded it on the floor, using the tie string on my slip to tighten the slip under my breasts so they bulged at the top of the slip. This also lifted the hem of the slip so my panties were clearly visible. Then he also removed my panties. I just held the hem of my slip submissively, not daring to object.

He held up the panties and rubbed the crotch between his fingers. The wet look silk was clearly and evidently moist  too.

“Curtsy again girl.” He told me.

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I whispered breathlessly. I felt my thighs squelch as I curtsied, this made Him smile.

“I see what they mean now about little blondes in black outfits, very pretty.” He said patting my bottom.

“Yes Master.”

“The colour isn’t suitable but pretty for a pretty little slave nonetheless.”

“Please Master I am not a slave.”

“Be quiet and get across my lap.”

“Yes Master.” I didn’t dare disobey.

Across His knees by bare bottom was fully exposed.

“Elisa come here.”

She knelt behind me, her face  almost touching my exposed bottom.

“Yes Master.” I felt her breath on my intimacies she was so very close.

“Does our guest smell like a slave ?”

“Yes Master, she does Master.”

“And do you think she needs a spanking ?”

“Yes Master, she does Master.”

‘And do you think she wants to be spanked?”

“Oh Yes Master, she does Master.”

“Please Master…..” I tried to protest

“Were you given permission to speak ?” He asked me.

“No Master.”

“Did you ask permission to speak?”

“No Master.”

“Then you obviously need to be spanked girl, don’t you?”

“Yes Master.” I whimpered defeated

“And these pretty little panties will keep you quiet.” He said pushing my panties into my mouth.

I whimpered into the gag in humiliation and fear. Behind me I could hear elisa She was breathing quite excitedly.

Holding me firmly down over his lap He spanked me hard. Six very hard slaps across my exposed buttocks and then 6 more across the  backs of my thighs. After just the second slap I was sobbing into my gag, muffled pleading for leniency. His firm hard hands hurt so much on my bare bottom.

When He had finished and was satisfied with my discipline. He stood me in front of Him and taking the panties from my mouth wiped my tears with them. I looked down at elisa, her eyes were shining with arousal.

He looked at me sternly. “You may thank me girl.”

I curtsied deeply. “Thank you Master.”

“Get down on all fours.”

“Yes Master.”

He picked the whip up and held it to my lips. The black leather was well worn and shiny browned with use. The leather stank of sex and fear.

“Are you going to be a good girl ? a good slave ?”

I was kissing the whip in terror my bottom was stinging so much I couldn’t bear to think about how the well worn leather crop would feel.

“Yes Master.” I sobbed.

Elisa was sent to fetch something. She returned with  a tiny glossy yet diaphanous little mouth veil. A tiny scrap of yellow slave silk, similar to the sensuous crimson veil she wore. Elisa later told me that the yellow colour is called talender yellow, and was symbolic of a new slave who brings her Master a yellow flower and begs him to open her sexually. Blondes like me are often given pale pink to wear but that is after we are opened for pleasure. All slavegirls are veiled here, to impress upon us that we only breath with our Masters permission.

It also looks very pretty. The first stage of fellatio, licking and sucking His glans feels very nice through the silk veil. And a veil sticky with cum, iced as it were, looks very pretty too. 

As he watched I removed the black slip and put the tiny little veil on. This was to be the only clothing I would be permitted for some time.

“We wont need the whip today I think slave.”

“Yes Master, thank You Master.” I blurted out sobbing.

“I am going to sleep now, later elisa will bell you and you can be put to work with the other slavegirls.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I whispered in tears, not daring to disagree.

While He slept elisa & I cleaned the room on all fours quietly, not daring to speak. I was given my panties to use to clean the floor.

Later elisa woke Him with her mouth, while I cleaned and polished His sandals with my panties.

After she had been given permission to swallow, she kissed me fully on the lips covering my lips and veil with His sticky cum. We weren’t given permission to clean our faces. We were dismissed when he went into the shower room.

Elisa took me downstairs where I would have my nipples and clitoris pierced and belled. My clitoris would also have a tiny coin attached with His symbol stamped on it indicating that He owned me.

I had clung to her in tears when she had told me that I would be taken and  branded the next day & that master would give me a pretty slave name after that. for now Master wanted me to simmer while the other girls taught me how to behave and move and how to long & ache to serve Him.

The other girls were very sweet and kind and I was put to work with the other blondes scrubbing the floors. Blondes are always given the most menial tasks.

Later in my slavery I would taste and learn to fear terribly the whip in His hand and after that the other men could punish me if and as they saw fit too.

Because I was white silk, a virgin, I would be kept so in a locked iron belt, until He wanted to open me for His pleasure. Some girls are also kept in a locked  gag during this time for obvious reasons. But the locked iron belt was indicative enough for now.

This didn’t stop the other men fondling me appreciatively and teasing me to states of excitement and I soon knew that after Master had opened me I would be open for all their lusts too.  

Master would eventually raffle my virginity. I would be hooded and blindly pick lots to see who would open my legs first. Then after the first rape , I would pick lots again for my first anal rape. I would never know who first made me sob and then moan helplessly in slave orgasm. Then the men would take turns in enjoying me until they were all satisfied. Afterwards I would serve them all drinks, while they laughed and enjoyed themselves.

The next morning He had called me to His room and between His legs. I kissed him intimately perfectly for the first time. It was the first time but not the last time I had performed fellatio. After He had given me permission and I had swallowed, He told me to clean the room and pack His bags. He left later that morning, I had been sold to the tavern and would be staying. As an import in the tavern I would be popular with the regulars and visitors, especially for daytime fellatio, with a cooling beer. And later in the evenings in the alcoves under the Masters  intimate command.   

I was allowed a glimpse of Him as He left, from my knees as I scrubbed the hard stone floors on my hands and knees. Looking up at him in tears, my mouth and face still sticky with His pleasure.

“Goodbye Master, this girl loves You Master, thank You Master.” I wept, careful to be unobtrusive as I continued my chores.

He didn’t bother to even glance back, I was just another slavegirl in another tavern.

Shipping sack

 

I was kneeling near the closed window blind, fascinated peering out of the slight crack in one corner, watching the goings on below. I should have been on my hands and knees scrubbing the hard floor for Master but I couldn’t stay away from the scene below. Even though I was white silk still (a virgin), I was dreadfully hot and wet  

Although I wasn’t a slave yet Master had told me to start calling him and any other men Master.

He had ordered me to strip naked in front of a group of men & put me over his knee and spanked me for disobeying his instructions in front of them.

I called him Master now and obeyed his commands quickly and frightened, but I guess I still foolishly thought I would be going home eventually.

The instructions were to serve the men drinks and after my spanking I had done so nude.

The men had laughed and commented rudely on my scent after being spanked which had made me even more embarrassed and hot down there.

Master had made me stay all afternoon, nude serving the men drinks. Although he had ordered one of the other slave girls to fetch me a pretty little mouth veil. I had not been permitted to be unveiled since then. The other girls had serving aprons, or even panties and tiny sexy slips, I did not.

Since that day  I hadn’t been permitted much more in clothing just a tiny yellow slave silk apron and a matching silk mouth veil. Slave silk is maddeningly sensuous. It feels to cheap to wear tacky & sticky but lovely and smooth to touch or fondle a girl through. It is incredibly glossy and shiny but also nearly totally diaphanous.

We were moving around the country usually on or around the coast. Staying in taverns or wild camping on the beaches or hills. Sometimes Master would allow me to walk along besides him as he rode, sometimes he would sit me on his lap in the saddle. I was never allowed on a horse on my own. But other times he would confine me to the wagon with its curtains tightly closed. Quite often we would join a caravan of fellow traders and frequently slavers. Then I was bound hand and foot and put in the closed wagon cage with the slaves. The slaves were usually bound and gagged and often hooded too. Thankfully I was not but it was very hot and sticky in the cage with its heavy leather curtains, and the helpless stink of sex and fear from the slaves was  palpable in the humid heat.  

Sometimes when we wild camped I and some of the other slaves prepared the camp and cooked for the men. Sometimes we were even permitted to swim in the sea briefly. However once the men had finished eating Master would send me back to sleep in the slave cage. Although I could still hear the men enjoying the slaves and the lovely cries of helpless submission and orgasm  around the camp. I would squirm helplessly in the darkness, huddled up with any other girls who were locked in the cage. There were girls like me who were still white silk and were kept locked in steel chastity or nether belts, so they were not raped until they were sold. Some Masters prefer a white silk girl and will pay a little more to be the first to red silk her.

I had asked master why he hadn’t locked me in a belt. And he asked me amused if I wanted to be. He told me that because I was not yet branded and was obviously traveling with him any interested master would defer to his wishes. There had been a few enquires though he laughed which made me feel even more vulnerable and nude. Especially as the men freely slapped and fondled me as I served them. 

 When we stayed in towns we stayed at the taverns, where lots of slave served the patrons and cleaned, cooked served drinks. The tavern slave girls served the guest intimately, for the price of a drink or room.

In the taverns Master would sometimes confine me to his room, sometimes locked in a tiny cage behind a leather curtain, or would give me a stack of chores to do, including scrubbing a polishing the hard wooden or stone floors of the room, on my hands and knees, till it gleamed like new. Or he would  send me to work with the other girls in the taverns we stayed in, performing similar menial chores  and when he did I would be nude apart from my veil, usually the other girls wore slave silk aprons and sometimes very sexy little bikini sets. I was especially taken with the girls in one tavern who all wore gold or silver bikini outfits. Master had very kindly allowed me to wear a tiny golden mouth veil while we stayed there. And I was quite upset when he took it off me when we moved on.

In the yard below there were groups of naked slaves being delivered to the docks and a few small ships getting ready to leave for various destinations. A couple of officials men were processing the slaves transports. And the slaves were escorted by slavers from the ships, there looked to be 5 groups in total. None of the men were working particularly fast, it was already a hot morning. The groups of slaves were waiting in small cages covered in thick leather curtains and it already looked very hot and quite horrid for the frightened girls.  

Yesterday had been a big market day and lots of fresh slavegirls sold wholesale & were now going to more distant markets to be sold to individual masters or establishments. I hadn’t been allowed to go to this market. I had been to other small markets with Master, but he could see how much I wanted to go to the big market so made me stay in the tavern working with the other slaves

One often denies slave girls small pleasures and gratifications, It teaches them, the more deeply, that they are slaves. He had told me when I was nearly in tears begging to be allowed to go the market.

‘But I am not a slave.’

‘Return to your chores.’ He told me curtly

‘Yes Master.’ I replied hurrying quickly to obey

Then in the evening as the tavern was getting busy  I had been confined to his room and locked in the curtained cage. He had brought a girl back to the room for his pleasure while I was locked in the cage.

Even though I hadn’t said a word. He had struck the leather curtain of the cage and told me to be silent, and to kneel facing the wall in the cage. I had not dared to disobey and was helplessly excited and frightened all night listening to Him and the slavegirl. Once when he had brought another girl back to another room in another tavern I had dared to object. He had gagged me with his companions fusty panties and spanked me in front of her. Then locked me in slave bracelets back in the cage. I had never dared, to demur again.

But now I couldn’t take my attention from the scenes below me.

The slave girls were lined up and one by one allowed to squat and pee over a large bucket. Slave girls fodder doesn’t generate much waste apart from pee. Then the girl was put on all fours and several very large suppositories were pushed into her bottom, not particulary gently, but not particularly cruelly either, just in casual worklike manner. This was to be her only sustenance for the journey. Then the girl was closely bound with leather straps, gagged and forced into a thick leather sack. The closed sack once closed pulled the captive and a rough  cube or ball shape. The shipping tag closed and locked the bag. Then the sack was simply tossed onto various piles waiting to be loaded onto the ships. The leather bags were very thick leather, smooth and shiny on both inside and outside. And provided some protection but not much padding for a slaves lovely smooth skin. 

A girl tightly bound inside would find  impossible to escape from or to break position. The tightly bound captive would take up as little storage space as possible. The terrified girls had been told that if they soiled or wet themselves inside the bags they would be simply tossed overboard. So each petrified captive desperate to pee after even the first few hours day spent the journey squirming in discomfort and fright desperate not to leak even the tiniest amount. The average journey was 2 weeks. When the slaves were unbagged the inside of the sack was slick & stinking of sex and fear. The insides of the bags were never bothered to be cleaned incidentally. There wasn't done for cruelty, a girl in shipping was just livestock, usually someone elses property to be moved from one place to another. Although occasionally a girl might also be confined to a sack as a punishment. Quite often just confined by the tight leather and ungagged. You could just about hear her moans and sobbing  faint pleading to be forgiven from inside the leather sack.

What had totally captivated my interest though, was a pretty slave who was serving the men as they worked and took breaks. There were 2 men who supervised the manifests and a pair of sailors responsible for loading the stock for each of the ships, and also dockyard workers. The slave girl was serving them all drinks and also kneeling before each and performing fellatio while they laughed and joked. She seemed to be under the impression that one or some the men would also fuck her later and was excited by the prospect. I too was quite aroused  watching her fellate the men in turn. 

None of the men were working particularly hard, or too urgently. It was a very hot day, and must have been even hotter for the slaves in the shipping bags, left out waiting in the hot sun.

The stock handlers were responsible for binding and bagging the girls

Each girl squatted in front of all the men over the rancid bucket. The pee bucket was filled and overflowing after 3 or 4 girls, so the next girl had to carry the bucket to the nearby drain and empty it. Sometimes she or the next girl would miss her chance to pee and get very distressed.

Usually the vended girls hadn’t been toileted for a few days prior to being sold. A girl who is desperate to pee handles very compliantly and attractively on the sales block, as she is fondled probed and slapped for the buyers.  

Their distraught protests were quickly  silenced with a stinging  slap or a  sharp lash with the whip.

The discomfort of the slaves didn’t matter to the men it was only a couple of weeks of discomfort, they would squirm better on the sales block for it. And none of the girls even the newest slave would ever dare disobey one of the Masters.

Casually or as if to emphasize their inferiority, sometimes one of the men would stand and piss into the bucket, filling it and making the girl waiting rush to empty it. Or would stand over the drain and pee while the slave struggled to empty the overflowing pail. The girls could have just as easily squatted over the drain in turn, and they could just as easily have drank from the tap of cool water that the men were splashing on themselves to keep cool. Instead of drinking from a large very warm stale barrel of water that was sitting in the sun. They were not actually drinking, instead once bound the girl had a funnel pushed into Her mouth and a jug of water poured into the funnel, then She was tightly gagged.

The pretty girl serving the men was kept very busy fetching them cold beers and fresh cold water to cool themselves with as they sat in the shade. She was made to touch herself to near climax, in front of each of them before she went between their legs. But she was not allowed to orgasm. She was obviously very excited and desperately hoping that one of the men might push her down onto all fours and make Her cum. After the men had cum she waited to swallow obediently and was then pushed away Her face and breasts still sticky with cum to wait to serve again.

This scandalized me and aroused me terribly, I was almost touching myself with excitement, but didn’t dare to as women were not allowed to masturbate here. Slave or free, the pleasures of her body was for mens enjoyment.

Gradually the ships were loaded with merchandise and animals, then the girls were taken below, loaded into the deep below in the ship. Master and I had traveled by ship earlier in our journey and he had surprised and horrified me by telling me that the rounded leather sacks I had stumbled across in the darkness of the ship were slave girls in transit. It had been so hot and horribly stuffy down there and  I hadn’t actually believed him till much later.

I suddenly became aware that Master was standing behind me. He being an ex soldier could move very silently and very quickly when he needed to.

‘Why are you not busy with your chores girl’

“I am sorry Master, I only stopped for a moment Master.’

‘Did you not think I could see you at the tiny crack in the blind, while I was in the yard having breakfast, you pretty little liar.’

‘Oh Master I am sorry Master.’ I was suddenly afraid of being spanked again.

‘Never mind, hurry up and clean then pack my things we are leaving today, on the last boat.’

‘Oh I didn’t know Master, yes Master.’ I was so relieved not to be punished, and so happy to be going on a boat again. The last time Master had sometimes allowed me to kneel on the deck with him, when I wasn’t working besides the ships galley slaves.

I cleaned the room and packed hurriedly, I had nothing of my own to bring. Master had been my companion and protector albeit a very strict dominant one, since I had somehow  arrived in this strange vital and highly sexualized land. Woken up in a strange locked room. With nothing but my skimpy slip and panties, to wear. Waiting for someone, him to unlock the door.

Downstairs I was nude except for my veil again, carrying his heavy bag and preceded him to the docks happily. Then suddenly he took the bag from me. And took me to the yard entrance.

‘You are going as storage this time girl, in the hold.’ He told me walking away from me.

‘Please Master, I am sorry Master, please Master.’ I begged and pleaded at his retreating back.

A sudden slap on my bottom from one of the dock workers ‘Be quiet and get over there on all fours girl.’

I realized it was hopeless.

‘Yes Master.’ I replied quickly obeying.

He picked up one of the suppositories and stepped behind me.

‘Master please, I haven’t toileted yet Master.’

‘No time for that now girl, the bucket is nearly full anyway.’ He said.

‘Please Master I haven’t been since yesterday morning.’ It was a very busy day yesterday.

'Did your Master not take you to the buckets this morning slave ?'

'No Master, he didnt Master.'

'He musn't have wanted to permit you to toilet then slave, must he slave ?'

'Oh... No Master maybe he didnt Master, Yes Master, thank You Master.'

‘No matter, you can wait girl, just think how prettily you will squirm on the block in a couple of weeks.’

‘Please Master I am not a slave, Master.’

He looked at the manifest and counted the bound girls lazily ‘It says here 15 slaves, you and this pretty little cocksucker make 15, no matter that can be sorted out at the market when you arrive.’

‘Please Master.” I sobbed desperately

He slapped my bottom hard. ‘Be quiet girl, or I will use the whip next time.’

‘Yes Master.’ I whimpered, totally defeated. You always have to reply yes master even when you are ordered to silence

My hands were locked behind me in tight leather cuffs and straps then pushing me face down, he lifted my bottom and pushed the first suppository roughly into my bottom. I didn’t dare even moan in pain. When all three were inside me I was squirming with discomfort, as told me to kneel upright and stuffed the funnel into my mouth. He poured a jug of stale warm water into it then left the funnel in place, effectively gagging me.

‘Nearly finished now, just you to go girl. Fetch me another beer then you can suck my cock before we bag you.’

‘Yes Master.’ She replied

I was still kneeling to one side of them waiting to be bagged as well.

After he had cum, very copiously in Her mouth and all over Her face he pushed Her away.

‘Please Master bend me over and open my legs  Master, I am so hot and needy Master.’

The men laughed at her naivety. Slaves even experienced slaves are still foolishly hurt and surprised when Masters don’t allow them to cum or act in any way with reciprocity, especially sexually.

‘Just think you will be even hotter and needy on the block for your new Master girl, when you get to the markets in Schendi.’

Both she and I suddenly were terrified, I could see the girls in the bags squirming frightened too. The masters of Schendi are known as the strictest most demanding Masters.

‘You want to get us a good price and find yourself a strict Master don’t you slut.’

‘Yes Master.’ She whimpered.

'Please Master may a girl use the bucket, Master?'

'No we dont have time for that now girl.'

"Yes Master, thank You Master.'

‘Go and empty that bucket and clean it girl, then we can bag you up.’

She was not to be allowed to pee either and would have to scrub the bucket clean while desperate to pee herself.

Then we were both bound tightly, knees bent and bound to our chests in a ball shape and forced into the tight bags that were locked and humiliatingly had a shipping tag attached to the outside.

Foreign blondes like me are treated very strictly and especially so in Schendi. There I wasn’t delivered back to Master. Instead i and the other girls  spent another 4 days waiting in the pens for auction day, then we were sold on the block. Thankfully we were allowed to toilet after then. But I and 4 other girls were to be taken to yet another market further inland. We were all even more scared, inland from Schendi the Masters were even stricter, and especially so with blonde girls who they paid a premium for.

I was to be iron belted for the journey. Another week locked in a hot slave wagon.

There I was sold to a very strict Master, who I obeyed in fear and total love and awe of Him.

After my branding and my first whipping I had come so helplessly in his arms impaled on his lovely hard cock. I was utterly lost to him. Blonde girls are also highly valued for their total natural submissiveness here, once they have tasted the whip. I so loved to suck him and swallow, whenever possible and loved it when he left me with his sticky pleasure all over my face and breasts. Fellatio is another thing blonde foreign girls are highly prized for. He named me emily, which here means girl who loves to suck.  

My new Master had a large harem of slaves and also shared me with his guests.

Then one day the first time I had seen him in 2 months since he left me at the docks, master visited.

Master had given me to him for the duration of His stay. In his room he had whipped me for not cleaning the room properly on that last day. Masters rarely forget or forgive disobedience. Then I had sucked him and he came very strongly in my face. He had pushed my soaked slave panties into my mouth and then raped me. Leaving me bound and gagged while he napped. Then later I had sucked him again he came so much and so thickly nearly as much as my Master.

‘Master may I ask why I was brought here.’ My face was still covered in his cum.

‘Is it not obvious slut ?’

‘But why me Master and why the journey with you Master.?

‘I was going this way anyway slave, and because you slighted someone, you shouldn’t have  back home girl.’

‘Maybe in your prim but sexy little receptionist uniform, when you should have been sucking cocks for a pimp in a pvc micro mini, like the slut you are.’

For some reason that imagery made me feel even more humiliated than before. And even hotter and wetter kneeling before him. I was nearly orgasmic

‘Oh, oh …please Master may I ask who it was Master ?’

‘No you may not, slave.’

‘Yes Master, thank you Master.’ I sobbed.

‘Remove your panties slave.’

‘Yes Master.’ They were soaked and sticky

He locked my wrists behind me in cuffs and pressed the panties partially into my mouth

‘Polish my boots slut.’

‘Mpphh….yes Master.’

He went and showered then came back into the room and got dressed, putting his boots back on.

‘Clean and polish the floor then you may go back to the kennels slut. I think I will choose another girl for tonight.’

“Yes Master.’ I whimpered into the partial gag.

The stone bedroom floor was huge, and it was already late in the hot afternoon.

He picked up the crop and lashed my behind with a couple of sharp stripes, then left.

I hurriedly started to polish the floor with my panties. I would be punished if I hadnt finished when he returned. and punished if i was late back to the kennels.