by Mind Guest
problem to face in those chains. As if there weren't enough without
that.
The two newly awakened girls went through exclamations of disbelief and
protest much in the same way that I had, but only one of them tried to
insist. She was laughed at and roughed up in a small way the same as I
had been, and then there was movement at the door flap to interrupt any
further messing around. Another heavy in black pants and golden yellow
shirt entered, but he just stood there holding the flap. The next man
in was of slighter build, wearing a pale yellow shirt, moving with a
polished grace, light brown hair and gray eyes adding to his air of
superior breeding. Behind him came a pretty blond female slave, wearing
the same sort of outfit and wrist chains that the rest of us wore,
carrying a small package wrapped in cloth. The girl hurried through the
opening and moved quickly to one side, keeping as much distance as
possible between herself and the male slave who entered slowly behind her. The man was big by almost any standard you care to use, and his
chains were a lot heavier and wider than the ones used on females. He
was followed by two whip carrying, armed men in dark gold, and he'd
been given nothing but a faded green loin wrap to wear, a green that
matched the color of the very brief cloth poncho his female counterpart
was wearing. The other two girls and I were wearing white, but this
girl and the man both wore faded green. The concept of color-coding is
a lot older and more universal than most people know, but before I
could think about what the differences might be, the newcomer in the
light yellow shirt got the show on the road.
"I see they are all awake and aware," he said to the two men who had
entered earlier. "A prompt beginning is ever a good sign. Arrange them
now, and prepare to take your own places."
The man in pale yellow walked to a wooden chest, pulled out a thick,
wool-like mat and several yellow pillows, then sat down on the mat and
made himself comfortable against the pillows. By the time he was ready,
the other two girls and I had been put into a row halfway across the
room from the man, all of us on our feet and facing the man, all of us
tinged with the flush of embarrassment. Being displayed like that was
as horrible for Bellna as it was for the other two girls, but the grin
the man wore showed he was enjoying the sight.
"You are each of you quite lovely, slaves," he said, examining us one
at a time in frank approval. "Your future masters will be pleased, most
especially after you have completed your training. You will learn
quickly and obey completely, else will you be punished as you have
never before experienced."
"You cannot treat me so!" blurted the girl on the extreme left, her
voice quivering with emotion. The third girl stood between us, smaller
than either of us, frightened from the roots of her hair to the tips of
her toes. "When my father has discovered where I have been taken, he
will bring his guard and destroy this evil place!"
"There will be neither discovery nor destruction, slave," the man
answered without anger, locking eyes with the pretty brunette. "Best
you know that it was your father himself who allowed your capture, to
provide a gift for his good friend who desires you in slavery. Your
second eldest brother is now pledged in marriage to the daughter of
this friend, an arrangement which will bring considerable benefits to
your father. Your enslavement was but a small part of the bride price."
The man's tone was so matter-of-fact that the girl just stared at him
open-mouthed, knowing the truth when she heard it. Even if she managed
to escape the chains she wore, she no longer had a home to return to.
The man in yellow smiled faintly when he saw the point hit home, then
he turned his eyes to the next girl in line.
"You, slave, were foolish enough to be rude to a man of considerable
position," he told her, watching as her trembling increased. "The
haughtiness of your family place is to be made into slave obedience and
a desire to please, and then you will be his. Your family now believes
you to be dead, therefore may you also consider the matter of search
and discovery closed."
The small girl just stood there shaking, not even bowing her chestnuthaired
head, probably due to being deeply in shock or as forced to
believe the bitter truth as the first girl. The man in yellow let his
eyes move over her small but lush curves another minute, and then it
was my turn.
"As for the last of our newest slaves, the matter is somewhat
different," he said, smiling faintly as he met my eyes. Your father
dared to attempt elevating you to a position which was not meant to be yours, therefore must another position be given you. In your instance
discovery is, to a small extent, possible, and yet for you discovery
would undoubtedly mean ultimate destruction. One who was enslaved, even
for a brief time, would be totally unacceptable for the marriage you
were pledged to, and the insult of your presence might well bring about
war between your father and the father of your intended husband. Your
father, surely as well aware of the point as any, would either have
your life taken as quickly as you were found, else would you be sent to
a far-distant retreat, there to live out your life in unrelieved
solitude. As a slave, you will be spared both of those consequences."
The shock Bellna was feeling brought a shudder to me, silencing me as
effectively as the other two girls had been silenced. Everything the
man in yellow had said to the girl he thought of as the Princess Bellna
was true, and the cruelty of that truth was worse than a flogging. I
felt abandoned and alone and helpless and betrayed and completely
destroyed, all of it at once and all of it overwhelming. "I" was lost
beneath the onslaught, and I sank to a sitting position on the floor,
only peripherally aware of the fact that the other two girls had done
the same thing before me.
"And now it is time to truly begin," the man in yellow announced
briskly, as though he were getting more than dull, uncomprehending
attention from his three victims. "Two of you are as yet virginally
untouched, the third used so little that there is scarcely a
difference. We will begin by teaching you the truth concerning your
bodies, yet first must another matter be seen to."
He gestured in the direction of the slave female he had brought with
him, and she immediately hurried with the package she carried to the
two men in golden yellow shirts, who had been standing behind the line
formed by the other two girls and myself. The third man in golden
yellow, the one who had held the flap open for the man in light yellow,
followed the slave to join the other two behind us, but Bellna's upset
left me nothing in the way of curiosity as to what they were doing. I
sat in an envelope of misery, one palm against the scatchy mat to lean
on, both legs and their ankle chain to the other side, beyond even the
thought of trying to escape. Because
of that, I found myself crying out
in pained surprise with the other two girls when a big hand tangled in
my hair and forced me to my knees.
"Slaves are not permitted a sitting position save they be ordered to it
by their master," the man in light yellow said mildly, looking from one
to the other of us. "You will now be fitted with a device to remind you
of this stricture, and also to remind you of the matter of punishment.
You may proceed."
The last was for the men around us, and proceed they did. One of the
armed, whip-carrying men circled the male slave, crossed to the girl on
the far left, then took a fistful of her hair when the man behind her
released his grip. The whip man waited while the other took the girl's
wrist chain, pulled it out between the two rings, wrapped it several
times around the two rings, then used the metal tongue on her chain
belt to hold the whole arrangement in place. The girl's wrists were
then tight to her waist, having no motion-room at all, and the girl was
even more frightened than she had been. She struggled in an attempt to
free her wrists, getting nowhere of course, and then the whip man bent
her low to the floor mat, her forehead not far from her knees. She was
ready to be done, and it didn't take long.
The man from behind her had thrust something into his belt while he was
securing her wrist chain, and once he was through and behind her again
he pulled it out. The something was T shaped and about two and a half or three inches long, of polished wood, as thick around as my little
finger, and tapering slightly toward the uncrossed end. The cross-bar
itself was less than an inch in length, and had a thin strip of leather
runnin~g through a small hole in the center of the bar, where it met
the body of the T. The man went down to one knee behind the girl,
pushed the six inches of her poncho skirt out of his way, then brought
the wooden something to her bottom. She screamed at the first touch of
it, a lot more fear than pain in the sound, and again tried to
struggle, but it was still a waste of time. The thing was slowly forced
into her to the cross-bar, and then one end of the leather strip was
tied to a similar thin strip already knotted around her waist under the
cloth poncho. At a nod from the man behind the girl, the arined man
straightened her to kneeling again so that the other end of the leather
strip could be tied snugly in front. The girl was wild with fright and
panting hard just short of hysterics, but she wasn't struggling any
longer. The man in the golden-yellow shirt brushed her tiny skirt back
down, the armed man released her hair, and then the two of them came
toward the second girl and me.
At that point struggling was no more than strength-wasting, but I
couldn't tell the Bellna presence that. Because of her I struggled to
keep my wrists from being secured to my waist, struggled to keep from
being bent forward, and struggled and screamed when that wooden thing
was pushed inside me. It was one of the most uncomfortable things ever
done to me, but Bellna felt shattered by it. I was able to get most of
the way back to control then, but I wasn't entirely sure that I wanted
control. Every one of us had screamed and struggled, and slaves weren't
usually allowed the luxury of emoting as they pleased. The man behind
me was the one who had spoken to me when he and the second had first
arrived, and he smoothed my skirt down once the front leather tie had
been secured, and then looked at me with a faint grin. None of us would
be getting away with anything, that grin said, and Bellna's tremor of
fear sent a shiver through me.
"You will now give me your attention, slaves," the man in the light
yellow shirt said, drawing our eyes to him. The men who had put those
wooden things in us continued to stand right next to us as we knelt on
the floor mat, but we were no longer supposed to pay attention to them.
"The devices placed within you are for the dual purpose of teaching and
punishment, and will be withdrawn when your lessons have been
adequately learned. Should those devices be allowed to slip from your
body before that time, you will be beaten and the device will be
reinserted, to be kept within you for many, many more days. Therefore
are you to be alert, for there will be no exceptions to the additional
punishment."
The man paused to let his threat sink in, and the small girl next to me
whimpered in misery, voicing what all three of us felt. The device we'd
been fitted with was allowed some small degree of movement despite the
leather holding it in place, only we didn't know how far it could go
before it slipped out altogether. Under those circumstances the only
thing we could do was use our legs or heels to push it back in, even
though all we wanted was to be rid of the filthy things. We'd been put
in the position of having to make sure our own punishment continued.
"Now to the matter of your bodies," the man went on, gesturing at the
same time. The pretty blonde slave hurried to him and knelt where he
indicated, showing nothing but absolute obedience and an eagerness to
please. The men tugged her green poncho loose and pulled it off over
her head, then smiled faintly at the gasps of embarrassment from his
captive audience. "As you see, a slave shift is easily removed from a slave, allowing her
master access to her body," he lectured, running his hands lightly over
the girl's body. "The body of a slave is the property of her master,
his to do with as he wishes, just as he wishes. The slave may not deny
him, just as you will not deny the men who own you or any man who
stands as master to you. You are no longer high born and untouchable,
no longer the owners of your own bodies. The sooner you accept this,
the less punishment you will find."
There were gasps again as the man in the yellow shirt began to
deliberately arouse the slave under his hands, making her writhe and
moan where she knelt. Her chains clinked faintly as she moved
involuntarily, her eyes closed and her head went back, her nipples
hardened and her knees spread wide, his hands taking the very soul from
her. In no more than a minute or two she was more than ready to do
anything asked of her, but the man wasn't there to ask.
"Slave arousal is easily achieved by a master," the man said in his
casual way; ignoring the sobs coming from the slave he gave no rest to.
"Are you able to feel the touches on your own body, the warmth
beginning deep in the center of you? Do your breasts tighten with the
desire to be touched as I touch this one? Heed the voices of the
stirrings within you, for you, too, will be required to respond in such
a way."
I could hear the heavier breathing of the girls to my left, knowing
they were beginning to be aroused just as Bellna was. I tried to fight
the feelings but it was impossible, and moving in discomfort did not
more than shift that device around. It was starting to make me feel
strange, somehow, and that was helping to distract me from control.
"Now you must see one of those things designed to give you relief," the
man said, still working the girl as he turned his head to nod at the
two armed men. One of them drew his sword and placed it in the middle
of the male slave's back while the other gave his attention to the
faded green cloth around the man's loins. One short tug, one strong
pull, and the cloth was gone to another, deeper set of grasps. The
slave was hung like a vair stallion, and even I found myself impressed.
"This slave is well equipped to use any female given him, yet he,
himself, is not aroused," the man said, finally taking his hands away
from the girl. "Should this slave wish to be given that which she so
desperately needs, she must give that one whatever pleasure he desires.
Slave, go to the other slave and beg to please him."
The girl whimpered at the command, clearly afraid of the big male
slave, but she was too far gone in need and also even more afraid of
disobeying. She struggled to her feet with difficulty, hurried to the
male slave, put her arms around his body, then moved against him.
"Master, I beg to be allowed to please you," she whispered, kissing at
the hard male body she rubbed against. "Ask me anything, anything! So
long as I am allowed to serve you."
"You may assume that he has commanded you to waken his body," the man
in the light yellow shirt told her. "Accompany him to the mat, and then
obey his command."
The male slave didn't seem to be in a very cooperative mood, but he
couldn't have had access to women in his state of confinement, and the
pretty blonde slave was very eager to please him. He hesitated a long
minute, but finally put himself down on the floor mat. The girl
followed him down, moved to his far side so as not to block our view,
then went to work on him with hands, lips and mouth.
"Oh, look!" gasped the small girl to my left, horror and fascination in
her tone. "He grows larger yet! Never have I seen such a thing!" "Rest assured that it is a thing you will see much of from now on,"
chuckled the man in the light yellow shirt, watching us rather than the
two slaves. "You will come to think of the sight as the most glorious
thing you are able to accomplish, and will strive with all of your
being to accomplish it as often as possible. In no other way will you
find any measure of happiness."
