This is the third part of my story sat on a somewhat primitive sex slave world.
The first part is The Auction.
Trigger warning. Some non-consent. It is a sex slave story after all. While no rape is shown, it is part of the background.
There is also homosexuality, bondage, and bisexuality.
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The newly bought slave girl was, until recently, a free daughter’s farmer from a kingdom far to the northwest. Billed as a ‘barbarian’ she was just bought by a knight of the Empire. The same Empire whose legions attacked her village.
She jogged behind a carriage. A rope around her neck was tied to the carriage. Her hands were restrained behind her back, and she hoped she would not fall and be dragged to death. The streets were filthy and muddy. She was naked and barefoot. Dusk was turning dark, although there was a full moon that lit the way. It was only the second since she was captured, collared, and branded. When they were in the city it was fairly easy to keep up. Now the buildings were getting more sparse. The city was being replaced by farmland, although they were very small farms close together.
The carriage turned down a road. It was well used and, unusual for the country side, paved with cobblestone. She gave a sigh of relief as she no longer had to fear slipping in mud or by a rut. Although it was getting dark she could see they were heading to a large villa. It was surrounded by fields, and orchards. Animals still grazed in fields, although slaves were shepherding them in for the night. The carriage went through a gate in a wall and towards a large building. There were many out buildings. Slaves were everywhere, still working in torchlight.
The carriage came to a halt, and her new owner, Sir Raynard, stepped out of it. A slave had gotten on his hands and knees to act as a step. Sir Raynard’s boot fell heavy onto the slave’s back, but the slave made no complaint. Raynard’s foppish friend seemed to grind the heel of his boot into the slave’s back. The slave still made no complaint.
“Lytos, shut the fuck up. I bought what I bought. It was my money.” Raynard, her new owner, said to the mean dandy.
“She’s untrained, a barbarian, and a wildling.” Lytos, the foppish friend said. The girl knew from that horrible march in a slave coffle from her homeland to the town that she was auctioned at that a wildling was what slavers called a slave that was not born in captivity.
Raynard walked around to where she was tied to the back of the carriage. A horde of slaves descended upon them, taking the draft animals, caring for them, moving the carriage to its storage place. Raynard untied the rope that attached her to the carriage and walked up to her. He was a tall man. A handsome man with the darkest skin she had ever seen. He had straight black hair, green eyes, and sharp features. He moved with the grace of a predatory cat. Her heart pounded, and heat formed between her legs, she tried her best to keep her eyes lowered, but she could help but peek up at her new owner. Using the rope as a leash, he pulled her closer to him. He then lifted her chin up with a finger from his other hand. “She’s a beauty, Lytos.” The girl shivered, her breath caught, she glanced up into Raynard’s eyes. They were strong eyes, intelligent eyes, sexy eyes, she quickly looked away.
“A commoner, nothing more. I’ll give you one of my pleasure slaves, Raynard. A well trained one. I’ll give you two, a male and a female, your pick from any of my slaves.”
“You have enough to choose from…” Raynard said with some disdain. He moved her chin so she had to look into his eyes. “My friend here, slave, likes to collect pleasure slaves. If they are lucky he will use them more than once. Yet when it comes to use his sword, he’s not as proficient.” Raynard said with a chuckle.
“And why should I? Like I’ll ever need to use a sword…” Lytos said. “Come on, I can hear the feast…”
‘Used’, ‘lucky’, ‘more than once’. He meant rape. In her mind, it was still rape. In theirs, it was simply taking what was yours. She began to shake with fear.
Raynard frowned at her. “Why are you trembling, little one?”
“Scared, Master.” she said softly.
“Of me?” he asked.
She hesitated. Her cheeks glowed bright red, but she would not lie to a man who could end her life at any moment. “Yes, Master.” She said very softly.
Then something she needed for a long time happened. He wrapped his strong arms around her. She was so starved for affection, after weeks of rape and marching naked. She snuggled into him, burying her head into his chest sobbing softly. She wanted to go home, but she had no home to go to. Her family had been killed, or scattered as slaves across the Empire. Her home and village burned to the ground, her kingdom destroyed.
“I’m your home now, girl. I may punish you to correct your behavior but I will never truly hurt you.” He answered, she must have said that aloud. She kept crying, and nuzzled closer. She hoped beyond hope she could trust this man and he was telling the truth, but she was afraid to. She noticed that he said that he was her new home, not ‘here’.
“Come, we are late for the feast. I forgot there was one tonight.” He took a fine piece of cloth from a pouch and wiped her tears away and then kissed her on the cheek.
He lead her by a leash as hey walked into the large building. Lytos had already entered. Inside was a large hall. What she saw only concerned her more. There were slaves everywhere. And she didn’t like what she saw. But before she could digest it all Raynard shouted for a slave.
A small slave boy appeared out of nowhere, with soap, a bucket of warm water and a cloth. Without instruction he began to clean her feet, dirty from the filth and mud she had jogged through on her trip her behind the carriage.
The wall of the grand hall had marble columns lining the walls, and two rows running between the walls. A slave was tied to each one. These living statues were the most beautiful and handsome slaves she had ever seen. There legs were chained to the floor, their arms tied behind the columns, and chains wrapped around their waist. They were all gagged. A chain ran across the floor and through the ring attached to another slave so he or she could have access to each column.
One side was all slave boys. Another slave boy was the one that was attached to the ring on the floor. He moved from slave to slave sucking each cock. Whenever one grew flaccid a young slaver’s apprentice would flog the boy till he crawled to it and sucked it until it was hard again. There was at least a dozen boys chained to columns he had to service.
The other side was all slave girls. And a slave girl had to service them. Apparently her job was to keep them writhing. She suckled at their breasts, and between their legs. Again, if one seem to not be aroused a slaver would flog her till she made the girl writhe again.
The two center rows of columns were similar. All slave boys on one, all slave girls on the other. But the slave boys were kept hard by a slave girl this time, and a slave boy was forced to keep the slave girls in a state of arousal. A lashing wasn’t far behind.
There was so much noise, smells, motion, and sights, it almost overwhelmed her. Past the columns was the feast. There were two or three dozen free men and women eating at long tables. For each free person however were 3 or 4 slaves serving them. They were constantly refilling mugs, and plates, removing food, bringing more food, and waiting on the diners hand and foot. The room was a chaotic scene of turmoil.
But that’s not what she focused her attention on. Every other setting had a centerpiece on the table. A living centerpiece. Slaves were bound in various ways. Bound and gagged. Some were hogtied with candles stuck in any or all orifices. The diners would play with them, tickle them so they would move and hot wax would tickle down on them. They moaned. Others were tied in a mocker of a candlestick. Some were covered in wax. Wax covered balls, cocks, chests, breasts, folds and clits. It dripped around mouths and asses. She shuddered at the spectacle. Would she be forced to do that in the future?
Others were bound so they had to hold up plates or bowls of food. Again it seemed to be a game for the free to tease them to see if they would spill anything. If they did, a flogger appeared as if from nowhere.
She heard the sound of sex. At the end of each table a slave was bent over it, bound to the table. Men were fucking the slaves whether they were boys or girls. Some of the free were still eating as they fucked the slaves. Women to were playing with the slaves at the ends of the long tables. Milking cocks, teasing breasts, anything they wanted to do.
Then she noticed the slaves tied together. Two slaves, both had blond hair and pale skin, although not as blond or pale as hers, were tied together so firmly they couldn’t move. Someone with a flogger was shouting at them to kiss, if they stop, they would get flogged. There were two boys in a similar condition, their hard cocks bound together. Their collars linked. She had never seen two boys kiss before. If they stopped they would get flogged as well. There was also two slave girls tied together. Their breasts were pierced and chained together. Again, if they stopped kissing they were punished.
She saw some free people using long poles and looked up. High on the wall were slave girls and boys hung spread eagle. Some were being fucked with dildos at the end of the poles, some here just being poked for fun. Like the others they were gagged.
Living statues, living center pieces, and now living paintings. She wondered what other horrors might await her in her new life as her owner led her through the crowded room, her hands tied behind her back, naked.
This was her new home.
To be continued…
SexSlaveFantasy
July 17, 2015
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