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
Month: July 2015
Led Away
Second part of my story, by request.
The first part is here- http://sexslavefantasy.tumblr.com/post/123035712931/the-auction
She was now an owned slave.
She was bought for a mere 250 pennies. Her new owner, however, was still
unknown to her. She was led off the
auction block, and heard the auctioneer shout, “Next!” She looked back to see another girl in
shackles, tears running down her face being led to the worn block she had been
sold on just moments ago.A guard led her by her chain leash to a stone building. Taken inside, she was glad to be out of the
sun, the dust, and her nakedness shielded from the view of the mob. She was led to a large cage, a family crest
of sometime above the door. The cage was
empty. Despite still being shackled by
irons on her neck, wrists, and ankles, and chains connecting them, the guard
still locked her chain leash to an iron ring on the stone floor of the cage.She flopped down, exhausted.
The fear had subsided somewhat, although she did not like not knowing
who her owner was. She leaned her back
against the stone wall at the back of the cage, its coolness feeling good on
her skin.A slave boy shoved two bowls through a slit at the front of
the cage. She scrambled quickly to the
cheap cracked claw bowls. One was full
of lukewarm gruel, the other cool water.
She had not been fed since yesterday, and hadn’t had any water, despite
the heat. She was glad her hands were
shackled in front of her, and no one commanded her to eat without using her
hands as sometimes happened before the auction.She slurped down all the gruel greedily, reduced to behaving
like an animal. She would have gladly
ate on all fours if told to, her dignity had fallen that low. Once she emptied both bowls, she crawled back
to lean up against the wall. It was not
only cool, but provided, no matter how imaginary, some protection.She watched the goings on from her vantage point. After she heard the distant cheer of the
crowd, another girl would be led from the auction block. Some were taken by their new owners
immediately. Some were placed in cells
like hers, with family crests above the door. Some cells were full of both male and female
slaves. The male slaves having all been
auctioned off earlier in the day. Hers
was one of the few that had a single slave in it. For some reason, she was glad of that.But her mind always went back to thinking about her
future. She didn’t know anything about
slavery in the Empire except what the slavers had told her and the rumors among
the slaves. She could be slowly tortured
to death for the pleasure of some sadist.
She could be made to pull a plow, or was clothes, or clean for 16 hours
a day. She could be chained to a sink to
wash dishes, her only food the left over on the plates. She could be a sexual plaything, fucked by
her owner and anyone else he allowed.
She could end up in a slave brothel serving 25 to 30 men, and women, a day. Silent tears flowed down her cheeks.Every once and a while a new owner would pay for a
slave. Most left immediately. Some pushed the slave over one of a few
blocks of woods and stone. Some were
tied to rings in the blocks, some were not.
Some were given floggings or whippings to remind them of their
place. Some were immediately fucked in
plain view of everyone. No one seem to
notice. Even the screams went un-noticed.Eventually she fell asleep, despite her anxiety and
fear. The past few days had been
exhausting. But it was a restless sleep,
she had nightmares of the day she was captured.
Her sisters, mother, and her being raped. Her father and brother dying trying to
protect them. And even her younger
brothers being branded and raped as the women had been. She didn’t realize such things even happened
before she saw them with her own eyes.A loud rapping on the cell bars woke her up. “This is the whore you bought?” a pompous
voice said, as slavers entered into her cell and began to unchain her. The voice belonged to a young man wearing
ridicoulusly baroque clothing. He was a
dandy, with a foppish hat, complete with feather.“Yes, that’s her. Isn’t she a beauty.” A deep voice said. He was a very tall, but thin man. With long straight black hair, green eyes, no
facial hair, and mocha colored skin. He
was gorgeous, with a swimmer’s build evident even under the baggy white shirt
he wore. His trousers, in contrast, were
made of tight leather, and he wore riding boots. He had a sword belt, complete with sword, a
pouch, a drinking flask, and a dagger.
Her heart skipped, and her skin heated.
This was her new owner?“Beauty isn’t the word I would use. She’s a peasant, a farmer’s daughter. An untrained, untamed, wild beast. You may be good at training war rhinos but
you’ve never trained a slave before.” The fop said.“First time for everything, and she won’t look like this for
long.” Her new owner.A slaver coughed, holding out his hand.
“Oh, sorry.” He said as he pulled a money purse from his pouch.
“250 correct?”The slaver nodded and her new owner counted out 2 silver pennies
and 5 copper ones. 7 coins the size of
her thumb nail. That was all she was
worth…“Thank you Sir Raynard.” The slave said as he took the money
and left.“Oak, the box.” Raynard said.
“Yes, Master.” An older slave with greying hair and wearing nothing but a loincloth gave Raynard
a small wooden box. Raynard waited until
the slavers had removed all her shackles.
Then he opened the box. He took
out a fine, polished steel collar. It
was torus shaped, the slave Oak wore one just like it.Her neck felt wonderful freed from the heavy neck Iron. But it wasn’t for long. Raynard handed the box back to Oak and then
fastened and locked the collar around her neck.He did the same to her wrist and ankles with smaller torus
shaped cuffs.“Turn around girl.” His first words to her.
“Yes, Master.” She quickly obeyed him.
He fastened the wrist cuffs together behind her back.
“Turn back around.” He ordered.
Again she obeyed. He
attached a long chain to her collar. “Oak,
we leave now, tie her to the back of the carriage.”“Yes, Master.” And the slave led her outside.
The free men, her new owner Raynard, and the foppish young
man got into the carriage. Slave boys
got on their hands and knees to act as steps for the men.Oak attached the chain to the carriage. “Keep up, don’t complain, keep your eyes
down, and don’t talk, understand?” he
had sympathy in his eyes.“Yes, I understand.
Thank you.”Oak climbed on board the back of the carriage with the other
slaves. They could ride, but she had to
run through the streets naked and barefooted.The carriage took off at an alarming speed. She ran to keep up, her hand still tied behind her back. The slaves on the back of the carriage
ignored her. She stepped in mud, and worse.The carriage changed sped a lot. In traffic in came to a stop. Mercifully most of the time she kept up with
a trot. But, though it was dusk, it was
hot and humid, not like her homeland at all.She was called horrible names by the people she passed. Some pinched her bottom, some fondled her
breasts. A few even tried to finger her.
All laughing in great jest. She heated
with embarrassment.The carriage kept on, into the night. Its, and hers, destiny
unknown.The she realized her new owner had yet even to name her.
SexSlaveFantasy
July 6th, 2015
(a bit long I know, it’s hard to write ‘tumblr length’)
Part 3 is here http://sexslavefantasy.tumblr.com/post/124336069901/new-home
The Auction
She was driven by the crack of the whip, up on the stage and
on the auction block. The heavy shackles
slowed her progress. The slaver kept
cracking the whip near her, but it never touched her. She knew he didn’t want to damage the
merchandise. It was all for the show, to make her squeak in terror to the
delight of the mob. Once on the auction block, she looked out over the
crowd. Fear nearly paralyzed her. She had never saw so many people before. And
she was told this was a small corner of a small market in a small city. The Empire was vast…“We have another freshly branded barbarian from the
north, captured by the legion which is making short order of the savages"
The auctioneer shouted. A cheer went
out. “Unfortunately they were a
little bit too eager and she is no longer a virgin.”Laughter came from hundreds of people. She felt faint, and realized why they hadn’t
given her anything to eat or drink recently.
She turned bright red and lowered her eyes.“Look how beautiful she is. Rare blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin so
common with the northern barbarians.“
Barbarian? She was captured and
raped after her village had surrendered. “Ample breasts, wide hips, long
legs, what bed can do without her? What kitchen wouldn’t brighten with her
labor? Such a barbarian whore is rare this far south!” Whore?
She had known no man until the legion had ganged raped her.“Just give her to me, I love torturing young things like
that slowly to death” someone yelled.“She has the thighs of a rhino”
“Good! She can pull my plow for 16 hours a day!”
“Chain her to the sink to wash dishes, she can eat the left
overs.”A dozen people shouted out things, both male and
female. Laughter filled the carnival atmosphere. She
glanced at the crowd. Hungry youths had
lustful eyes. Elderly men already surrounded by a bevy of beautiful slaves.
Farmers needing field slaves that could double as bed warmers, wives needing
servants, and dozens of others.Her heart sank. She
trembled with fear. Her future would be
determined hear and now, and she was powerless to do anything about it. Sadistic masters wishing only to use her for
a torture play thing wanted her. Young
men and women who wanted to fuck her until she was used up. Farmers that needed her to do heavy labor
until she was worn to nothing. There were
a few rich folk who wanted living jewelry, vacant minded slaves that lasted
only as long as their beauty or handsomeness.But her sex betrayed her.
Something fed the flames of her belly.
She would be a toy, hopefully a sex toy, and that thought made her grow
hot and wet between her knees. The
slaver noticed, and inserted a rough finger. The crowd went quiet as she moaned loudly. At some base level she did want to be owned, used, be nothing more than an object. And it glistened in the sun for all to see. She turned so deep red she felt dizzy.He lifted his glistening finger into the air. It was wet.
He had no need to tell the crowd. They cheered even louder than before. There was a barbarian
slut on auction.The auction started almost spontaneously after that..
She couldn’t keep up. The bidding
started at a mere 10 pennies. 10 pennies
for a human life. People shouted as the
auctioneer did his job. She couldn’t
keep up with what was going on, or who was bidding on her.The slaver with a whip commanded her to turn around, as the
bids flooded in. She felt weak in the knees, and not for the last time cursed
the Empire for destroying her village, her family and her life. Silent tears
fell slowly down her cheek. But her bodied betrayed her as her desire slowly fell down her thighs.“250 pennies going once!’
She gasped and vainly looked for who had made the last bid.
"250 going twice.”
Her life was worth a mere 250 pennies.
SOLD! One beautiful barbarian savage for 250!“
The crowd roared. She looked around bewildered, she couldn’t see who made the last bid.
She was now owned, but she had no idea to whom…
SexSlaveFantasy
July 2nd, 2015
Part two is here- http://sexslavefantasy.tumblr.com/post/124336340211/led-away
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