by Alan Horn
"So ten percent and I'll bring the money and her bill of sale back in two weeks. OK?"
"OK, Sarm. Its a deal."
Jan handed Sarm my rope leash and said, "Hold her tight." He unlocked me from the post, stood me up, backed me off the post and unlocked my wrists. "Go with Sarm, girl."
"Yes Master. Goodbye. I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you."
Sarm led me to the coffle. He unlocked the chain to the back of the first girl's collar an locked it to mine. Now I was locked to the second girl by my neck and the first girl was locked to her by her wrist. Sarm went to the pack animals and brought back two chains and locks. He finished putting me in the number two place in line. He untied the rope from my nose ring and put it away. He mounted his mule and led us off, away from Jan's place. Twice during the walk the coffle stopped and a girl from the end of the line brought a water bucket and ladle to each of us. Thank God.
I was the only girl in the coffle with ankle chains. I didn't slow it down any. They walked at a slow, deliberate pace. We made camp in mid afternoon. Sarm found a place where there was shade locked his end of the coffle to a tree. We all sat down and waited. The last two girls in line were released and made a fire. Dinner was started. I stayed quiet and looked at the other girls. They were all pretty and young. All appeared fit. Slavery kept girls from getting fat, I supposed. I talked to the girls close to me. They were from neighboring countries that Gorsht had defeated in war. They were all from good families and not born as slaves. I looked at their collars. They were riveted on them and the chains joining them held by padlocks.
They felt and examined my collar and cuffs. They wondered at how thin and light looking they were. I told them I had been stolen from Olympus and they were impressed. They had heard that mighty wizards lived there. I had to agree, but I didn't try to tell them of the wonders I had seen. Traveler's tales.
One of the girls brought a waste bucket along the line. I had been wondering about that. Seemed modesty was not permitted to slaves here. I peed into the bucket when it was offered. At least nudity made that job convenient. Later dinner came in the form of a metal bowl and a big glop of trail fare: rice, beans and vegetable stew in a meat sauce. We all ate it all and licked our bowls clean. My neighbors said we would see it again for breakfast. We would be fed twice a day.
After dinner was put away the men each took a girl off the coffle and into the woods. We heard intermittent screams of pain and passion for hours. My neighbors said Sarm was a better lover than the other fellow, called Jak. Both of them would whip a girl into arousal them fuck her for a long time. Both said they wanted to be taken into the woods, but the men gave equal time to all. So they got some every five days or so.
I had a lot of time to think on the coffle. I had experienced three kinds of life. My first on Earth, my second on Olympus, and this one in Gorsht. This was my least favorite. Despite being a slave, my life on Olympus was what I wanted. I couldn't get back by myself. I had to assume Attas was looking for me, or just give up. I was on my way to be sold in an auction. I knew I was prime meat in this place, so I would probably be bought by a rich man. Maybe a woman, but there probably weren't many of those here. In any case, once sold I would likely be locked in a private house, never to see the light of day again. I needed to try and avoid that if possible. I took stock of my assets. Not much tangible. Actually, nothing. I was a pretty woman. but all women could do sex pretty well. I was an accomplished lawyer but likely not much call for that here. I didn't know the laws here anyway, but I bet they wouldn't let a slave girl act as a lawyer here. I was a musician, thanks to Olympus but I needed a violin. I wonder what they used for music here?
I guess I was spoiled by my time in Olympus, but I didn't look forward to my time off the coffle as much as the other girls. Three days into the trip, Sarm came to me after dinner and unlocked me from the coffle. He led me into the woods, out of earshot of the coffle I was naked and used to it. I was still the only girl with ankle chains. Sarm would have taken them off me if he could. They didn't keep me from escaping like the collar did.
He sat on the ground and looked at me. I could have walked away but I was too scared to try that. I would be caught easily.
"You're not from Gorsht. Where?"
"It is called Olympus, master."
"Where is it located?"
"I don't know, master. I was taken to Olympus from my home in New York. I wasn't conscious. Then I was taken from Olympus and brought here. I was unconscious then too. I had never heard of these places when I grew up in New York."
"Who put the chains on you?"
I wore them when I woke up in Olympus, Master. I guess the Olympians did."
"Are they common there?"
"Master, all women in Olympus are slaves. They all wear them."
"Cross you hands behind you and kneel. Spread your knees wide."
I obeyed.
"Jan said your name is Julie. Is he correct?"
"Yes, Master.
"You know you are going to be whipped?"
"Yes, master. The other girls told me. I have been whipped before. It is a common punishment for slaves."
"If I told you to get in position to be fucked, would you do it?"
"Yes, master. I like being fucked."
"Even by me?"
"Master, you are a strong, masculine figure. I am sure you have fucked many women before and are good at it. I like being fucked. Why would I object?
"I like you. You are direct and have a quality of mind that is practical."
"Thank you, master. I think I like you too. You don't seem to be cruel and your approach to us is professional. I would rather be treated as quality merchandise than an amusement for men. If I can give you pleasure, I will, master."
"I regret having to whip you but it is needed. Jak is my partner and we both know that the girls have to be whipped regularly or they become less manageable. So whenever we take one of you into the bush, you must return with enough stripes. Otherwise, the work isn't getting done. The fun we have before of after the pain is our business."
"Master, I know I'll be whipped. I'm always whipped. Its the price I pay for the fun parts between."
"Between what?"
"My legs, of course, silly master. Master, my other masters always locked my hands behind me for sex. Said it felt better. Would you like to tie them for me?"
He rose and came to me. "Stand up Julie and turn around." He tied my cuffs together with a piece of rope. "Assume the position my pretty."
I lay on my back and spread my knees wide. I pulled my feet up close to my ass. I smiled at him. "Please take me master. Your slave wants to serve you."
Sarm knelt between my legs and touched me in all my favorite erogenous zones. Soon my nipples and labia were achingly erect and engorged. His skilled fingers had aroused me to the brink of climax. My eyes were closed and I was moaning "Please take me master. I'm so ready." When the tip of his cock touched my pussy, my belly spasmed and love juices flowed out of . I was hot and horny. His big penis slowly pressed into my love tunnel, forcing it wider and making me gasp. He was big and I was ready. He filled me fully and just as slowly withdrew leaving me empty and gasping for more. Three thrusts and I came with a scream of pure pleasure. Thankfully he wasn't done. His thrusts became faster and harder. My arousal soared higher and I climaxed a second and third time. Then he came in me with a flood of his hot spend filling me to bursting. I think I fainted because the next thing I knew, he was laying beside me rubbing my breasts gently.
I smiled at him and said, "Thank you, my master. That was wonderful. Is it time for my whipping?"
"In a hurry are we?"
"I'm feeling so good now, I think it may hurt less if done quickly? May I know how many stripes I must have?"
"Oh no, my pretty. The suspense makes your reactions much better."
"Master, I have had to whip other slave girls myself. I know the pleasure it gives you. I would not deny you that. I know how much you must wan
t to see and hear me under the whip. Please do it soon!"
"Julie, you are a wonder. I have never felt such mixed emotions before whipping a girl. But, I must do it. Stand up, please."
He helped me to my feet. I was struggling with my tied wrists. He untied them and said, "Now cross them in front."
He tied them together with many turns of the soft fiber. "More rope distributes the load better.. He led me over to a tree and tossed the rope over a thick branch. I felt his awesome male strength lift my arms up over my head and pull my heels off the ground. He tied the rope off and picked up his whip.
He put his hand on the back of my head and held me still for a moment, looking into my eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was so good I nearly fainted again. I tasted his mouth and tongue. Our tongues danced in my mouth. I felt claimed and knew he was going to mark me. I wanted his marks. They would hurt but I would display them proudly. He broke the kiss.
"Please master, whip me now. It won't hurt as much."
"Julie, this whip won't damage you, but it will mark you. The marks will heal in a few days. You know I will enjoy whipping you, don't you?
"Of course, master. I enjoy whipping a girl, too. Get on with it, please."
His first stroke hurt a lot. It landed in the middle of my ass, across both cheeks. It felt like it cut me deep. I was able to keep my scream inside me and was proud. He paused and the fierce cut subsided into a dull burn. The second landed just below the first. The pain flared again, then slowly subsided. I couldn't keep all the pain inside this time and a small gasp of pain escaped. "Please master, would you gag me please. I don't want to scream."
He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him. He surprised me totally by kissing me. It was shocking in the middle of my whipping. It was so out of place. It was also wonderful. He stepped forward pressing his body into mine. I couldn't move but I sort of melted in place and leaned into him. I felt his fingers stroking my pussy. I was instantly aroused. Then I felt something hard with ridges enter my pussy. I orgasmed instantly. I squealed and writhed on the end of my rope. When I regained my senses I saw Sarm leaning against the tree I was suspended from. "What did you do, master? I never expected that."
His smile broadened and he held up the whip. "This is a useful tool for teaching slaves proper behavior."
"You mean you stuck that in me, master? Did you know what it would do to me?"
"This is an effective tool. It has been in many girls before you. Now, let's finish your lesson."
"Yes, Master, please gag me first."
He crammed a rag into my mouth and stuffed it tight. Then he looped a piece of rope around my head several times to keep the rag in place.
The next stroke of the whip was different. I left a fiery trail on my ass but the pain flashed once and became a broad warmth spreading through my pussy. I felt my arousal spring into life again. My body was warmed again and I felt another climax bubbling closer to the surface. The next stripe flung me into another orgasm. My screams now were of pure pleasure, but they didn't reach my ears.
My master gave me twenty strokes but the last four came in the middle of a huge, extended orgasm. I felt I would stay in my climax as long as be whipped me. I wanted him to continue forever, but he eventually stopped. I felt my ass glowing but in a happy way, indeed.
I hung there in bliss. My arms hurt but they were overpowered by the rest of my body. I felt his arms on me again and opened my eyes.
"Spread your knees slave."
"Yes, Master."
He tied a rope around my waist and used it to pull my ankle chain up high behind me. He stepped closer and lifted my body up. He slid my body down onto his rigid cock. I felt him use his strong arms to slide my pussy up and down on his shaft. I was instantly horny. I wanted to help, but I couldn't move a muscle. I came again and again before he finally climaxed and filled me with his hot spend.
He lifted me off him and kissed me again. I watched as he got dressed. When he sat on a rock and looked at me I asked, "Master, would you tell me what will happen to me?"
"We'll arrive in Gorvin in four more days. You will be put in the auction house and sold on Saturday. I'll take your price less my ten percent back to Jan. You are beautiful and will bring a good price. You'll probably wind up in a rich man's harem and have a pleasant life."
"Master, that doesn't sound pleasant to me. Would you consider keeping me?"
"I like you, Julie, but I don't have anywhere to keep you. Besides I'm always taking a coffle of girls to market or rounding girls up for the coffle. I don't have a home, just camps."
"Master, I would rather stay on your coffle and walk with you than rot in a rich man's harem. I could do all the cooking and housework and show new girls what to do on the coffle." I could see I was tempting him. He got a thoughtful look on his face.
"My pretty, I don't see how that would work, but it sounds interesting. Some of the problems I see are paying Jan and Jak. We have a few days. Let's talk more later."
"Master, do people play music here?"
"Yes, they do. Usually in town. I hear there are buildings built just for music. I've never seen one though."
"Master, do people play musical instruments with strings?"
"Why, yes, they do. There was a party I was at a few years ago. A guy had a wooden instrument with strings he held to his shoulder. He danced all around the place sawing at it with a stick. Made you want to dance too. Catchy tunes he played."
"Master, I can play an instrument like that. People in my home will pay money to hear good music. If you got me one of those instruments, I am a good musician. Maybe I could earn money for you that way so you wouldn't have to sell me. If it works, I can make money for you over and over instead of just once."
"Might work. Tell you what I'll do. When we get to town I won't sell you quick. I'll put the others in the auction house and I'll take you and look for an instrument. Then we'll see."
"Oh, thank you, Master. I'm sure this will work out for the best."
He took me back to the coffle. I strode proudly into camp displaying my red ass for all to see. I went to my place and stood erect to be locked in. I lifted my chin so Sarm had easy access to my collar. I airily held my wrist for its lock. When he turned away. I sank down between my neighbors and smiled. "Best fuck ever, " I told them.
Aliyah, the girl in front of me in the coffle asked, "You in love with Sarm?"
"No, I don't think so. He's good, and nice, but I don't think its love. I don't have any say. He's just a good lay."
"That's good girl. He's got all the tail he wants and he ain't never settling down."
The coffle marched on. Jak took me in the woods and he was awful. I got whipped but never reached orgasm. He just wanted me for his pleasure. I got just as many stripes but not a bit of pleasure.
Sarm took me into the woods on the last night before we reached Gorvin. He was almost as good that time as before. I may be starting to love him. He's not as good as an Olympian, but he's better than anyone else I've met since Earth No, that's not right. I never mat anyone as good on Earth. Maybe its the bondage. I've heard that some girls get aroused by being tied up. Well I'm always in bondage and I'm usually aroused. It may be part of a woman's makeup to enjoy bondage. It sure happens to us enough to make it a useful survival trait.
We walked into Gorvin the next day. It was not a modern town. The roads were unpaved and dusty. The buildings were mostly low and of timber and stone construction. I saw no evidence of electricity or self-powered vehicles. Most of the women were free and shabbily dressed. I saw a few female slaves on the streets. They were naked and collared. Most wore ankle chains but much thicker and heavier than mine. Sarm led us directly to the auction house. He and Jak were cordially greeted. We were led into a long hall lined with cages. A little haggling and the other girls were taken off the coffle and put in individual cages. Sarm put the coffle equipment in a pack on one of his animals. My hands were locked behind me and a chain leash
locked to my collar. Jak left us then and Sarm led me out another door into a busy street. To my delight I heard music in the distance.
“Master, I hear music. Can we look at the musician?”
“Its why you're with me, my pretty.” He led me through the crowd.
I was pinched, slapped, and fondled by every man we passed. Sarm just laughed at my gasps and squeals.
“Other men like the way you look too, my pretty. I'm fortunate I got my chain on you first.”
“Yes, master.” I tried to ignore the touches, but some hurt, dammit. Its silly, but after a few more feet, I was proud of the way I affected men. I noticed I was swaying my hips and trying to catch the eye of passing men. I was arching my back and lifting my breasts for men to fondle. I was wanton. I was a slave girl and knew I looked hot. Life was good. The music was louder now. I heard a flute and a drum and something with strings. I was getting excited as well as aroused.
Finally, we got close enough to see the group playing. The man on the right was playing a fiddle. I was so excited. Here was something I could do. I could be more than a sex toy. I was sure that if I could get a chance to play here, my status would improve. Also, my chance of being found by Attas would improve if I were not in someone's harem.
I snuggled up close to Sarm and whispered in his ear, "Master. The man on the right. I can play the instrument he is using. And I am good with it. Would you ask him about it when they stop playing?"
"kneel, slave."
I knelt beside my master and waited.
When the group finished their piece, Sarm tossed a coin in their basket. "Gentlemen, My newly acquired slavegirl says she can play the stringed instrument. Would you let her show us how well she plays?"
The man with the fiddle said, "For a small donation, we will take a break and watch your show. If she damages the instrument, you will have to pay for it."
"Sarm tossed another coin in the basket. Done. Give me the instrument and I'll have her play for us. Stand up."
