by Don Winslow
THWAP!
The resounding slap of the pliant wood blade as it met the padded flesh of Helva’s meaty behind was reassuringly solid; the girl’s shoulders jerked as she took the full shock of the impact. Minta’s smile widened, and I noticed an excited gleam in her eyes as she widened her stance, and brought back the paddle, eager to deliver the next smack.
THWAP! THWAP! . . . THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! The punishing paddle bit into the vulnerable rearmounds with a dull, thudding regularity, sending the big girl squirming furiously, twisting her loins in a futile effort to escape the business-like walloping. Loud vehement braying sounds were coming from around the gag as Helva shrieked her outrage.
Watching Helva’s spanking soon had my rock-hard prick throbbing with the ache of desire. I dipped a hand between Iryna’s loose thighs and avidly explored the mysteries I found there, shamelessly fingering her sex while she writhed helplessly in my lap. I took her cuntlips between my fingers, feeling her heat, and sampling the slick wetness of her pussy. Iryna moaned softly while my fingers played with the soft folds of her rapidly moistening cunt.
Now Minta was toying with her victim, pausing to study the reddened throbbing cheeks, running the wooden blade up and over the swelling domes, tapping them ever so lightly just to see the cheeks clench in fear.
I was by now wildly excited; my eager hands greedily fondling Iryna’s firm young loins. Minta was waiting for just the right moment, and when she saw the tense mounds slacken, she hauled back to deliver a decisive smack, . . . followed swiftly by another, and another.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
The continuing thud of the wood splattering those fleshy mounds, the sight of the wiry slave spanking the big blonde, heating her ass till she mewed loudly and wriggled in frantic gyrations—it all drove me wild. I fitted my hand to the sweet curvature of Iryna’s tempting little butt and squeezed, digging my fingers into the meaty mounds, kneading those small cheeks till I had my slave girl twitching uncontrollably and whimpering with passion. I kept my eyes on the captivating scene before me, while I began spanking the writhing girl in my lap, lightly smacking her taut little butt, pausing to caress the blushing mounds with the cupped palm of my hand, then laying on more crisp smacks. Thoroughly enjoying myself, I kept alternating between these two approaches, caressing her ass, and punishing her ass, teasing the lithe blonde with mixed feelings till I got a soft moan of pleasure from her inverted head. A shiver of desire rippled through her shoulders, followed by a hot little wiggle of the hips that told me this shy, quiet girl was undoubtedly aroused, energized by the masculine hand that warmed her bottom.
Minta had paused once again and stood with hands on hips, admiring the angry pink blush that had formed across the smiling under curves of Helva’s shapely ass. Her thin smile widened into a truly evil grin as she saw her former mistress work her butt muscles, the mounds clenching, as she tried desperately to harden herself to receive the next punishing slap from her former slave. The poised butt was tense, the skin taut, the sides hollowed out, and the crack reduced to a narrowed slit, as her victim held herself fearfully, waiting. Minta also waited, letting the anticipation build, and then she struck, whacking those hardened rearcheeks with a glancing slap topped off by an extra snap of the wrist.
THWAP!
Now she settled into a smooth, easy rhythm, spanking her victim, not terribly hard but crisp and methodically, pulling her hand back only halfway, but giving a little snap to the wrist as the wooden blade bit into the cringing mounds, and the blonde threw back her head and brayed her protest into her gag.
The little slave seemed a crazed woman, eagerly delivering those short choppy smacks, alternating her attack from one cheek to the other, precisely whacking each rearcheek of the hot, squirming behind. I was fascinated by Minta’s expression. As she watched the wobbly mounds dancing under her relentless slaps, her eyes narrowed into gleaming slits. Her lips were drawn back, her jaw was set as she gleefully attacked the older girl’s agitated rearend, spanking with maniacal fury. Muffled grunts, at first interspersed with the solid thunk of the wooden paddle splattering the fleshy mounds, quickly became continuous, escalating into high-pitched keening cries, effectively muffled, but shrilly insistent cries of protest, as all the while Helva twisted in anguish.
I was walloping Iryna’s ass hard now, thoroughly enjoying spanking her, while she yelped and kicked up her heels, twisting excitedly in my lap. I relished the feel of the girl’s heaving loins as she bounded up and down in my lap to the steady rhythm of my smacking hand. As she writhed in fiery agitation, her naked haunches pressed against my upright prick sending a deep shudder of pleasure through me. Before I realized what was happening, there was a startling surge of ecstatic delight, and I was . . . coming, my seed spewing forth in thick creamy spurts that shot up into the air to rain down on Iryna’s delightfully bouncy ass.
Chapter Ten
A SLAVE OF ROME
The next few days I spent in leisure, testing out my new slave girls in various ways, taking all three in every conceivable manner. Minta was proving to be a real find: a pure sex kitten, endlessly inventive, boldly seductive, and positively reveling in lusty decadence. There was nothing this fun-loving, spirited, young vixen wouldn’t try. The girl’s appetite was insatiable! Cool Iryna still retained much of her Northern reserve, but she was gradually thawing out and becoming more pliant. She still showed little enthusiasm for her new role, and her passivity continued to irritate me, but at least she would obey. Helva, on the other had, refused to accept her subjugation. She did nothing without being forced to, and then she performed only grudgingly. In spite of the blistering her ass had taken at the hands of the vengeful-minded Minta, she remained an unruly and obdurate slave. When I took her, it was like fucking a board. Her hard silent eyes seemed to say: “You might have my body, but you will find no pleasure in it.” I found her haughty insolence a bold challenge, and I resolved to conquer this proud beauty till I had her raging in sensual lust and begging to be fucked.
Naturally, I sought Kimar’s advice. He stood regarding the two recalcitrant slaves as they knelt together before us. Minta, her hard young body dimly visible in her sheer tunic, was attending us, serving wine, and just being available. I watched her bend over to pour the wine, and studied her straight boyish butt, while I waited for my guest to offer an opinion. Kimar let his shrewd experienced gaze pass over the merchandise, for that is how he saw all slaves. Summoning them to approach on their knees, he took his time conducting a critical examination of the naked bodies of the two blond women, evaluating them only with his eyes, for he never touched them, and would not without asking my permission first, for that would hardly be polite. But as much as he might desire to run his hands over those splendid blond bodies, there was no need. He had inspected thousands of slaves in his time, but I could tell he was impressed with these exquisite possessions of mine. His face held a thoughtful expression when, at last, he turned to me.
“I have a suggestion Marcus,” he began decisively. “As you know I have certain methods that have proven useful in training slaves. Why not turn them over to me for a while, say three or four days, a week perhaps; no more will be needed. In no time, I will have these fillies straining at the traces in a spirited chariot race, where, I’ll wager they’ll make a good show of themselves. I can promise that when I deliver them back to you, you will not be able to find more compliant and willing sex slaves anywhere in the Empire! Once I am through with them, these women will jump to carry out your every wish; they will obey with alacrity and unbounded enthusiasm.”
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. And so it came about that I gave the girls to Kimar. The next day two of his henchmen showed up to take them in hand. With hands tied behind them, ankles loosely hobbled, they were led by leashes attached to their collars, drawn along to stumble after their handlers on their way to the camp of the master slaver.
True to his word, it was exactly one week later that Kimar had arranged a sort o
f bacchanal to which I was invited, along with a handful of select guests. Stripped to nothing but loincloths, we lounged about on fine velvet couches, while before us tables set with silver dishes were piled high with rich and exotic foods. The robust wine flowed freely, and it was pleasing to find that one’s slightest needs were instantly attended to by a bevy of comely slave girls, whose naked presence amongst us helped to add to the simmering sense of excitement, the growing anticipation as we eagerly awaited the appearance of the stars of the evening—my two blond slaves, about whom the guests had heard much, and were now most keen to see.
Eventually, Kimar gave the long-awaited order and a pair of slaves threw back the flaps of the big tent to treat us to a most astonishing sight! An overseer stood in the entranceway, a big stocky fellow who stood with legs boldly spread, bare-chested, and otherwise naked but for the leather thongs of sandals that snaked up his muscular calves, and a brief kilt of animal skins slung low on his sturdy hips. His left hand, hanging loosely at his side, idly fingered the handle of a leather paddle, while wrapped around his right hand was a rawhide leash. At the other end of the leash was the collared throat of a stunning blond slave girl! She knelt beside him, hands at her sides, sitting back on her haunches, her blond head bowed in docile submission. An awed hush came over the raunchy crowd.
At his curt command, the girl was drawn up onto hands and knees, and forced to crawl after her handler as he boldly swaggered into the tent. I thrilled to see Helva, my proud Nordic beauty, thus subjugated, forced to adopt this humiliating posture, made to crawl naked, like some big blond beast, before Kimar’s wide-eyed guests. As the pair entered, we now saw that a second overseer was standing partially hidden in the shadows behind the first. He too, held the leash of a blond slave, a slender young woman whose sleek body moved like a large cat’s, her narrow butt swaying from side to side as she strove to keep up with her striding handler. We watched in silence while this little procession made its circuit in front of the open circle of couches upon which reclined Kimar’s ogling guests.
My elegant beauty crawled with her head hung low and her handler, noticing her poor posture, snapped a crisp command. When she didn’t comply quickly enough to suit him, the wicked paddle shot out to slap her churning cheeks with a sharp retort that had her instantly jerk up her head, to continue crawling with chin raised, face forward, as he had ordered to do. The girls were paraded back and forth before us while we let our eyes feast on the delightful display. Their blond manes had been fixed identically, combed into long silken strands, pulled back from their pale faces, and tied into lengths of lank pony-tails.
The big blonde moved with animal grace, her flanks flowing with rippling muscles, her rearcheeks shifting most seductively. I admired the smooth clean narrow lines of Iryna’s nude form as she crawled by, her straight hipless flanks swaying liquidly, small buttocks moving in provocative rhythm. As she came closer I observed a very thin golden chain encircling her waist. From this chain a single, gold thread hung down the back to disappear between her shifting cheeks, as it passed between her legs. I saw that the fine links were embedded in the bulging fig of her vulva that peeked out at us from between her moving thighs. Apparently, the narrow chain had been drawn up between the cuntlips, to continue its way up in front where it bisected the girl’s blond vulva before meeting the center of the waist chain. I saw both slave’s bodies were adorned with identical gold chains tightly encircling their slim waists just above their hips. It crossed my mind that the slaves must have hated to wear such a chain pulled so taut that it bit into the softness of their hidden clefts, the embedded links chafing the tender labia as they moved. Perhaps it was that irritant that accounted for the occasional wince of distress I saw pass over their pale brows as they crawled before us. But I only knew the half of it!
After several laps of being paraded around before those appreciative connoisseurs, Kimar clapped his hands and the handlers drew their charges up till they faced us, side by side, still on hands and knees. From this front view, with their heads raised well up, it was possible to see each girl’s breasts beneath her lithe torso—Helva’s breasts formed into two tit-bags that hung soft and inviting, with thick tips pointed straight down; Iryna’s small globes, drawn by gravity to hang in full pendulous shapes, swayed succulently beneath her bent torso.
Now, at a word from the master slaver, the leashes were jerked and the girls straightened up to sit back on their haunches while the leashes were untied from their banded necks. They made a delightful pair, kneeling there side by side: the classic Nordic beauty in the full flower of mature womanhood, the silvery blond hair, the full firm curves of those proud breasts so openly displayed; and the slighter version beside her, the hair a pure white yellow, like summer hay, the gently sloping shoulders of that lithe willowy form with its small understated tits that perched before us with such enticingly audacious nipples. The slave girls held the pose for a moment or two till, at the nod of the master slaver, they fell forward, crouching down on their elbows, and then bowing down so low that they touched their foreheads to the rug.
They held that pose for a long mesmerizing interval and then, continuing what had obviously become a well-practiced routine, they rose to their feet as one and turned in place, so that they stood with their backs to us. Without a word of command, the obedient slaves fell to their knees once again, pressing their foreheads to the rug in humble subservience, while promptly offering up their pretty behinds for our approval. One of the handlers muttered something, and the two girls shifted a bit, pulling their knees up under them and arching their backs in even deeper curves, thus raising their bottoms so that those appealing buttocks jutted back at us in lewd presentation.
“You see before you a pair of well-trained slaves,” Kimar began proudly, speaking to his guests while keeping his eyes on the uplifted feminine behinds that patiently waited to be of service. “They have been taught to obey. They have learned how to be good little slaves. They have learned to crawl on hands and knees, at command, buttocks up and forehead to the ground; and in that way to present themselves for mounting should their master wish to take them in that manner.”
He now moved closer to Helva’s outthrust buttocks. “And lest they should lapse, we have given each certain reminders of her place: The neck encircled with the high stiff collar, wrist and ankles banded, and oh yes, one further reminder, one the slave cannot see but one whose presence will be sorely felt, a minor irritant perhaps, yet one that will keep her constantly aware of her subservient status.”
He placed a confident hand on the tautly-drawn domes of Helva’s upturned rump, patted her lightly, affectionately, then slipped his fingers under the delicate chain, following it to where it was lodged deep between the girl’s buttocks. Prying open the shapely hemispheres, he revealed that the chain passed through the eye of a rounded butt-plug, drawn tight so that it held the anal intruder securely in place.
“The slave will wear these chains while going about her ordinary household duties during the day, and for other duties at night as well. They can, of course, be easily removed should the master wish to take his slave in that particular place.”
So saying he proceeded to demonstrate by detaching the chain and pulling it from between her legs. Now as he held the straining cheeks apart, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh around the flanged end of the ivory plug causing the girl’s hips to squirm uneasily. He began to draw out the plug, slowly extracting it as the distended anus seemed to cling to the ivory shaft as it emerged to reveal that it bore the shape of a long, smooth phallus, thin and tapering.
Almost the entire length of the ivory phallus had emerged when Kimar noticed the little agitated wiggle that passed through the girl’s rump. A thin smile curled the edge of his lips, as he viciously twisted his hand, screwing the rod deeper into his impaled victim who gave out with a tight-lipped grunt and kicked up her heels at the suddenness of this unexpected violation. For a moment, the master slaver played with the slave, diddlin
g the girl’s ass for our amusement, jiggling the wicked intruder that was once more lodged well up the squirming bottom, while she writhed in silent agitation. He toyed with the blond girl a bit more, moving the shaft in and out, till finally, tiring of the game, he withdrew the long thin rod, getting a moan of relief from the upended slave. Kimar laughed, and gave the rebounding cheeks a lusty slap as he watched them snap shut, and clamp down tight.
“We use a lotion to ease the way during insertion,” he explained. “You should have seen them move their tails when we mixed a bit of hot spices with the lubricant,” he chuckled, turning his back on the salaaming woman.
Now, he moved over to Iryna and stood contemplating her uplifted behind for a long moment. He couldn’t help running a hand up and over the twin mounds. Her little “reminder,” he told us, would be left in place, cozily ensconced up her rectum. She would have additional restraints applied, for her role would be to attend to the guests, while a special treat was being arranged for her cohort. At his order, the two young women were released from the subservient pose they held and allowed to resume their previous position, kneeling, sitting back on their heels.
A nod from Kimar, brought his assistants who came forth to prepare Iryna for her duties. First she was gagged. I knew from experience that Iryna hated the gag, and yet she now docilely accepted the wadded silk they stuffed in her open mouth. The wide band of leather pressed against her teeth, keeping the wad in place. The ends of the strap were tied together behind her head, imprisoning her soft blond hair. The two men worked quickly and efficiently. They had done this sort of thing many times before. Next, the girl’s hands were drawn before her and the cuffs attached to one another by a thin chain of gold. Finally, a length of chain was used to couple her ankle bands in a similar fashion. Shackled like a slave, although with light golden chains, she would be forced to shuffle along, her movements hampered, yet left free enough to allow her to perform her duties if she were careful, all the while being constantly made aware of her servile status. Meanwhile the rude intruder remained in that hidden place, lodged well up her behind so that, as she performed her serving duties, every movement would remind her of certain other obligations she might be called upon to fulfill at the whim of her master.
