Post by Ms. Zyn on Apr 4, 2013 2:32:20 GMT -5
The books we are loosely based on
CHAPTER ONE
THE CAPTURE
They took her as she was unlocking the car.
She has risen early that spring morning, with the dawn still to come. After a shower and a light breakfast she collected the cases from the hall and set off to begin her holiday, quietly closing the door of her flat behind her. The birds were raising a Dawn Racket as she walked across the car park to where her Volvo sat beside a black transit van.
Susan had two weeks holiday, an unexpected bonus from her new boss, a man she had not even seen. He had picked her to be his secretary when he took over the company and ordered that she be given an extra holiday "to prepare her for working for me". She wasn't going to argue with good fortune when it came!
She had just got the key in the lock when a voice came, quiet and silky, from behind her.
"Miss Barton?"
She jumped and turned. Standing beside the now open side door of the van was a tall and muscular man with short-cut black hair. Dressed in a raincoat, one hand was in a pocket and another cupped something small.
"God! Don't do that! What do you want?"
"You are Miss Susan Barton?"
He kept glancing at whatever he held in his hand. A photograph?
"Ms Barton," she said, irritated, "Yes. What is it you want?"
Her insistence on 'Ms' seemed to amuse him.
"We'd like you to come along with us."
She frowned. "Are you police? What's...."
And then suddenly strong arms had grabbed her elbows, pinning her from behind. She heard a metallic clicking and felt something close around her wrists. She opened her mouth to scream or shout but the man in front of her stepped forward and thrust between her teeth a rubber coated metal ring that forced her mouth open and gagged her.
The man behind her forced her face down onto the bonnet of her car and she felt the straps attached to the ring being buckled behind her head and cutting into the sides of her mouth. She tried to struggle but the hands held her firm. Then she felt her skirt being lifted and then her panties being taken down. Throughout this neither of the men had spoken a word, acting like a well-rehearsed team that had done this a hundred times before. Then a coolness on her left buttock followed by a sharp pain there.
And then all the fight went out of her, she felt all her body go limp and the men release her, allowing her to slide down the bonnet and lie, her panties around her knees, on the gravel surface of the car park. She began to drift towards unconsciousness, her vision getting blurry, the hushed voices of the men coming from a great distance.
"....take the car to Heathrow, Eric and meet us..."
Then she was being lifted over a shoulder.
"....I'll check out the flat...."
She was lying on her back in the van and the door was closing and she was going down into the Dark...
CHAPTER TWO:
A NEW LIFE
When she awoke Susan was in darkness.
Her mouth was dry and filled with something hard. Her head ached and she became aware that she was lying on wood. She felt her skin against the rough planks and became aware that she was naked.
Then she became aware of the smell of leather in her nostrils and something covering her face. She tried to pull it away. That was when she realised that her wrists were confined, held in something wooden that also circled her neck.
As all these sensations overwhelmed her and the terror of what happened in the car park struck her, Susan moaned. She tensed when, as if attracted by the noise, footsteps came over towards her. As they approached Susan became aware that the planking beneath her was swaying gently. She was on a boat! Then the footsteps stopped. A man spoke.
"Another one's awake. Kneel up slut."
Susan decided to pretend to be asleep. Perhaps if they left her alone... Then suddenly there was the sound of whistling in the air and a line of fire burned across her back. She tried to scream, but whatever filled her mouth muffled it.
"I said kneel up!"
Trying not to whimper, Susan obeyed. The man's voice was rough and had a strange accent.
"That's better. Don't play stupid games with me again or you'll get worse than that. Now, like to see where you are?"
Susan nodded her head tentatively.
"Like the mask off, the gag out?"
She nodded again more emphatically.
"Right then. But I don't want any trouble. You speak one word, you give me any lip at all and you can finish your journey in darkness, understood? Just do what I say and it'll be better for you. Now then..."
Susan heard buckles being undone behind her head and then the mask was being pulled from her face and the gag came away from her mouth and she was blinking her eyes in the sudden light. It came from a set of wooden stairs leading upwards into daylight and illuminated a large cabin. Filling the cabin were about a dozen women. All of them were naked. And beautiful.
All wore around their necks small wooden stocks like those that held Susan's hands and neck captive. A steel staple stuck out at the front. She could see that the wood was worn smooth and stained with the sweat and tears of many prisoners. Most of the women lay unconscious. Two knelt up as if at attention but still wore their hoods.
One without her hood knelt in a corner. Her face was to the walls and on her back were red stripes, fresh and stark against her pale skin. She seemed to be crying quietly. Then Susan looked at the man who stood over her. He was unshaven and bulky. His arms were heavily muscled but he had a noticeable beer gut covered by his single garment, a sort of tunic. He smelt of sweat, beer and oil. In his right hand he held the hood. In his left a thin cane. He smiled down at Susan.
"Thirsty, little slut? Ah, ah, don't speak. If you speak without permission, you'll get what that one in the corner got. Just nod, that's nice. All right, here you go."
He dumped a wooden bucket down in front of Susan. It was full of murky water and she thought she saw...things floating in it. Bewildered she looked up at him. Suddenly he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face down into the water. Gasping and choking she was forced to to drink. When he let her up he pulled her head back and looked down into her face.
"You'll have to be sharper than that, little slut. If you don't do what's expected of you, you'll be hurt. Badly hurt. Are you going to be good? Are you?"
Terrified and bewildered, Susan could only nod.
"Good. Then , get you mouth around this."
He raised his tunic to show a long, thick, circumcised prick. Susan hesitated only for a moment and when he raised the cane she caught the end of the cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The taste of it filled her mouth and she felt the pulse of the blood as it thickened and swelled. The stale smell of the man nearly overwhelmed her but she dared not do anything.
Terror and disgust mingled in her mind. Where could she be? Where had the kidnappers taken her? She wondered at her own docile reaction to the situation. She could not bring herself to argue with the big man and as his cock became rigid in her mouth she found to her own astonishment that she was becoming aroused. Her nipples hardened as the head of his cock began to bang against the back of her throat. And then he was coming, exploding down her throat, filling her with salty cum that made her choke and splutter.
"Swallow it! Don't you dare loose a drop or I'll have the skin off your back! That's good! Ah, gooood! Lick me clean, little slut. Suck it up! Every drop!"
A short while later Susan lay at his feet. She was hot and flustered but felt very strange. She was not disgusted at what she had been made to do but felt strangely aroused by the situation. The guard warned her against talking or trying to leave the hold and then stalked out. Susan pulled herself to her knees. The taste of the guard's come was still in her mouth but she could not bring herself to drink from the bucket instead.
She shuffled over to where the other women knelt. She had just opened her mouth to speak to them when one of them looked up at her. The sheer terror in that look made her stop. The other woman, a busty blonde looked over to where the crying woman knelt in the corner, her back covered with fresh red stripes.
Susan, sank down against a bulwark. She shuddered as she remembered how the guard's brutal attentions had aroused her. Who had brought her here? The men in the car park had been efficient professionals. Was she to be kept prisoner in some Third World Harem? Why had she been chosen? She was beautiful but not fabulously so. What was happening? There was a small pile of straw in one corner. Susan burrowed herself into it. Despite her fears, tiredness and the rocking motion of the boat lulled her to sleep.
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Susan awoke to the sound of footsteps coming down the steps. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she saw men coming down and kicking awake the still unconscious women. They wore tunics and sandals and carried canes. Nervously she knelt up and the fat guard came over to her. He fitted a leash to the staple on the front of her yoke and pulled her to her feet.
"Right, no dallying or talking or it will be the worse for you. Come on!"
He gave a vicious tug at the leash. She tottered forward and together they headed for the stairs. As she climbed she was dazzled by bright sunlight, the air warm and strange on her naked flesh. She was on the wooden deck of a sailing boat as it swayed at anchor. The leash tugged her towards the edge of the boat and she was walking carefully down a gangplank.
Then she was lead along the stone quay. Men were working, mending nets and ropes, ignoring her passage as if a naked woman on a leash were a perfectly normal sight. By now her sight had adapted and she saw how she was being lead past dockside buildings which shone in whitewashed splendour beneath a bright blue sky. The men were dressed in rough seaman's gear or in the tunics she had seen before, reminiscent of a Roman costume drama. Their complexions, though some were swarthy, did not seem to indicate that she was in an Arab country.
Then she was being lead into a market square. Fruit and fish-sellers were crying their wares. Strangely they seemed to be doing it in English. Where could she be? Her guard lead her up to a stone platform at one side of the market. They mounted it by a flight of stone steps which was so old that a lazy curve had been worn in the steps by centuries of use. He forced her down to her knees and then fixed her leash to one of a rows of staples set into the stone. He told her to be silent and then left.
From her kneeling position Susan looked up. At the far end of the platform a table was set up where a man in robes was writing with a quill pen on a scroll. A large man, stripped to the waist, stood by him, stirring the coals in a brazier with an iron rod. Before him was a large wooden block shaped rather like a vaulting horse. She looked across the market square and saw other girls from the boat being brought across by guards.
A small crowd was gathering at the far end of the platform, taking seats and chattering. Two adolescent boys came over to where Susan was kneeling and examined her critically.
"Wot about this one then?"
"Nice. Too nice for us. She'll go to a House. Maybe even private."
"Not fair. Houses get all the best and the nobs get the rest."
"Yeah. Well if she goes to a House, you'll get your chance."
"Suppose. Nice tits on her."
Susan looked at them in despair. She plucked up courage and spoke: "Please. Can you tell me where..."
A passing guard brought a cane down on her back. She howled with pain and the two boys went off laughing to inspect the rest of the kneeling women. In a short while the platform was full of kneeling women. All the hoods had been removed although some were still gagged. Many were weeping and some bore the signs of recent canings. The robed man rose from his table and rang a handbell to bring silence.
"My Lords and Ladies, noble citizens of the Republic. It is my pleasure today to bring before you a freshly landed cargo of barbarian beauties. Suitable for training as pleasure slaves or as domestics. We have some choice stock for sale today, noble friends; all are as yet unbranded and untrained but are guaranteed as prime stock by the House of Chalmath. Bartog, the first slave please."
One of the guards went to where the first woman knelt at the far end of the line from Susan. He unleashed her and carried her to the 'vaulting horse' where metal bands about her legs and body held her in place. Her eyes watched fearfully from above her gag as the large man stirred the brazier again and brought out a red-hot glowing brand. Muffled protests turned to muffled screams as he held it to her left thigh for a long count of four. When he took it away, her thigh was marked and tears of pain were rolling down her face. A smell of burnt flesh filled the air. The guard took her from the block and threw her at the robed man's feet.
"Now, then my Lords and Ladies, noble citizens, what am I bid for this lovely barbarian slut. One silver, a silver five, two, and three. Do I hear four anywhere? Three and ten. Do I hear four?"
usan watched dumbstruck at all this. Children and women were watching this bizarre and disgusting ritual with full approval. One of the young boys who had approached her put in a bid early on, but most of the bidding seemed to be between a burly man and a richly dressed woman.
"No more bids? One gold ten. The second time, one gold ten. The third time? Sold to Lady Aurena!"
The sobbing, newly branded woman was lifted to her feet and the yoke removed from about her neck. A huge, musclebound man came down to the platform from beside the woman who had made the winning bid and bound the woman, casually as if he had done it a thousand times before, her hands tied by thongs behind her and clicked a metal collar shut about her neck. He tugged her by a leash attached to it over to a desk where coins and paperwork changed hands.
By now the next woman in the line was bent over the branding horse. She was ungagged but her screams and appeals might as well have been unspoken. Susan looked around, turning her eyes away from the sale. The other women shackled to the platform were either weeping or watching the proceedings with horrified fascination. Even the guards were watching the sale rather than their captives.
Susan decided to take her chance. It might be her last. She bent her head to where her leash was fixed to the staple. With her teeth, slowly painfully she began to undo it, looking up frequently to see if she had been spotted. Three more women had been sold before she got the leash loose. After the first two they had seemed too stunned to protest although each one cried out as the brand touched their flesh.
Susan waited until the fifth woman was crying out with the pain of that fiery kiss and then she made her move. As stealthily as she could she crawled backwards until she reached the edge of the platform. Then she got her legs over the side and she ran!
It wasn't until she had reached the edge of the square that she heard the cry go up behind her. She heard the voice of one of the young boys cry out: "Runner!" And then a huge cry as everyone in the square seemed to take up the shout.
Susan panicked. She had planned to remove the yoke somewhere out of sight and then steal some clothes. But at the sound of pursuit she just ran. She found herself running downhill, towards the docks. Perhaps she could hide on a boat, get away from this mad place. She came to the quayside, her blood pounding in her ears. She looked out across the harbour where fishing boats bobbed. Just sailing out was a magnificent wooden ship. It looked like a cross between a Roman galleon and a catamaran, with huge outriggers at either side. Perhaps it was the ship that had brought her here.
And then her whole world turned upside down. There came a roar and the 'outriggers' glowed with a purple light. And the sailing ship rose into the air. Susan fell to her knees and watched as it headed off, gently climbing into the bright blue air. And as she knelt there, they found her.
Then they took her back to the market place where she was branded and sold. The buyer was the Lady Aurena of the House of Tranquil Pleasure. She fetched three gold pieces twelve, an excellent price for an untrained barbarian.
CHAPTER THREE
THE GARDEN & THE KENNEL
Susan stumbled along the street behind her new owner. A leash ran from the metal collar locked around her neck to the hand of the huge man who accompanied her Mistress. There were three other women being pulled along behind him, desperately trying to keep up as he strode up the hill.
None of them spoke. They had been ordered to silence at the market and shown a long, whippy cane that dangled from the overseer's belt and told that they would be punished for the slightest disobedience. But beside the threat of pain, they were too shocked to speak. Suddenly thrust into an unknown world, treated like animals for sale, they retreated into themselves, disbelieving all they saw.
Susan saw they were coming to a set of wealthy villas above the town. Women on shopping expeditions, men deep in serious conversation, didn't even look up as the naked women were lead through the street. And then the woman who had bought them stopped by an iron gate. A large burly guard naked to the waist and carrying a sword unlocked it and the overseer and the slaves followed her inside.
Susan found herself being led through a large and beautiful garden. It was surrounded by a high wall with vicious looking spikes at the top but inside there were lovely grottos with tinkling fountains and erotic statues. The three women were led along cool stone paths to a terrace in front of the villa.
The Lady seated herself there by a small table. As she picked up a handbell and rung it the overseer forced his three captives to their knees before her. Susan looked up nervously and glanced around her. The terrace was surrounded by tall trees and the stone slab felt cold against her flesh. The Lady had spread out various documents across the table when a young woman entered and knelt before her. She bowed her head to the ground and waited.
Susan found herself staring. The woman was not only naked and collared as the three of them were. Her nipples had been ringed and a length of golden chain ran between the twin gold circles. Two further lengths stretched down to the V between her legs. Susan found the barbaric sight fascinating. Once again she felt the strange acceptance fill her that she had experienced on the boat: the things that should frighten and disgust her were exciting her! She wondered what it had felt like to have that tender flesh pierced. And was the girl really ringed...there?
The Lady did not even look up but said: "Breakfast, Kitten, and have Kodri attend me."
The girl whispered: "Yes, Mistress," and rose to go.
As she went Susan could see that she was indeed ringed down below. The gold piercing her clitoris showed clearly against her bare, shaven pussy. Susan felt herself shiver. The Lady stood and looked over at the three cowering women.
"Now, then, let me make clear to you three what has happened here and what is expected of you." She paused. "You are slaves. That is the law here in the Republic. I have brought you and own you as much as I do this House. I can do what I please with you and under the laws here you have no rights at all. None. I can punish you in any way I choose, I can sell you or kill you and have you sold for dog meat. I have done that in the past with slaves who failed to pay back my investment and I will do it again if I have to. Do you understand?"
Silence.
"I said do you understand? YOU!" She pointed at Susan. "Do you understand what I am saying to you?"
Her belly clenching with fear, Susan stammered: "Yes, yes I understand."
The overseer's lash came down across her back and he snarled in her ear: "Slaves address their owner as 'Mistress'!"
Susan bit back tears. "I understand, Mistress, I understand, I'm sorry!"
"And do you believe what I've told you?"
Susan looked up at the woman's terrible, implacable eyes and felt again that sense of attraction, of excitement. "Yes, I believe you would do that, Mistress."
The Lady nodded, satisfied. "Do not forget, that. Ever."
She turned back to the table and seated herself as the slavegirl returned with a tray of food closely followed by a huge man, even larger than the overseer.
"Put it down there, Kitten and return to your duties. However, slaves, although I have the right to destroy you, I have invested money in you and I intend to get every copper's value back for that investment and more. This is Kodri, my chief trainer. He will be in charge of your training and discipline during your first months with us. He will prepare you to become a credit to this House. From now on if you wish to live you will concentrate on becoming perfect, obedient slaves, skilled sexual playthings. Kodri, your new pupils."
The huge man came and stood over them. At a signal the overseer pulled Susan to her feet before him by the leash on her collar. She found herself looking up into the man's stern face.
"Is this the runner?" His voice was a bass rumble.
"Yes, you had better deal with that now." The Mistress' voice did not sound particularly concerned.
Kadri gestured to the overseer who took hold of Susan's wrists and pulled them together above her head. She felt cold metal around both wrists and then she was hauled over to one of the nearby trees. A chain from the metal cuffs was slung over a branch and she felt her feet leave the ground as the whole of her weight tugged agonizingly at her shoulders.
"Ah, please no...Mistress...please." It was strange how easily that word came to her lips.
The Mistress' voice came as if from a great distance. "But more important than the fact you are legal slaves, is the fact that you are already true slaves. Inside you there is that which wants to submit, wants to be controlled. If it were not so, you would not have been brought here. Think on that as you watch this punishment. This slave tried to run away. As it was a first offence she will not be slain outright nor have her legs crippled. Watch carefully, you slaves and learn. Kodri, thirty lashes."
"Mistress, no please! I...Arrrghhhh!"
A line of fire crossed her back. She felt her throat open and a scream tear out of her.
And that was only the first blow.
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Eventually the agony ended and she was thrown at the Mistress' feet.
"Will you be trying to escape again, little slave?"
"No, no Mistress, I promise!"
"Kiss the Mistress' feet," growled Kodri, "and thank her for being so merciful to you."
Susan crawled painfully forward and kissed the sandeled feet, hearing herself babble:
"Thank you, thank you, kind Mistress, thank you..." The Mistress' cool voice cut across all this.
"Kodri, she is yours; have her back seen to. Slave, from now on you will be known as Slave 4729."
She bent over a ledger and wrote the name down before looking up at Kudri and handing him a small brass disk.
"Take her away."
The huge man fixed a leash to Susan's collar and pulled her to her feet by it before reaching under her chin and clipping the disk in place. Then he pulled hard at the leash and lead off forcing her to follow. He lead the way into the mansion and across a mosaic floor whose pattern showed a slave-girl tied to a tree whilst being flogged with birch twigs by a woman. Susan felt the floor cold under her feet as they crossed towards a huge kitchen where a dozen slaves toiled at huge pots and pans under the direction of a hugely obese chef who nodded his greetings to Kudri as they passed by.
Then down a flight of stone steps leading at the bottom to a space lit by a bare electric bulb, incongruously modern looking in these surroundings. Seated at a table were two huge men, dressed in tunics like her captor who looked up from a dice game when they entered. Behind them was a locked, barred door such as one might see in a prison.
"A new one for you, lads. Kneel slut. There, keep your head down. Her back needs treating, Tiros."
One of the men went towards a cupboard and produced a pot of white ointment and, kneeling behind her began to spread the contents across her lacerated back. The other picked up a sheaf of papers and a piece of charcoal and looking down at Susan said:
"Number, Slave?"
In fear she looked up at Kodri. He snarled: "You are now Slave 4729. Who are you?"
"I am...Slave 4729."
She cried out again as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back cruelly.
"Slaves address free men as Master. Now who are you?"
"I am Slave 4729, Master."
"Do not forget again. From now on you have only one choice to make. Either you will obey or you will die. It is that simple. I do not think you have it in you to choose death over slavery. From now on you will punished whenever you fail to obey promptly and wholeheartedly. The only way you will survive is to obey and learn to be a good slave. Do you understand 4729?"
"Yes,M..Master."
"We will see. Remember that all the men here are your Masters. You must obey them all instantly. Tiros, Kurit. Show her her place."
Then she was being lifted up and thrown down on the cold stone floor, crying out as her back touched it. One of the guards was tightly gripping her breasts and licking and biting down on her nipples. The other was raising his tunic fly and displaying a huge penis, some nine inches long.
"Suck me, slut." came the guttural command and then he was forcing his length down into her throat, nearly choking her. Then the other guard moved his mouth down between her legs and began to lick at her clitoris. Soon she began to respond to the stimulation she was receiving. It hurt, it was humiliating, the two men were rough and vile. But they knew how to handle a woman's body. She felt her pussy heating and moistening. Somehow the fact that Kodri watched dispassionately her made her even more aroused. Her nipples were hard and rigid. The man between her legs said something to Kodri in a language she did not recognise and the three men laughed.
"Kurit says that you are already a Hot Slave. That is good for you."
Then the man at her mouth was taking away his hardened prick and taking the place of the other man between her legs. His huge cock was thrusting into her moist depths, stretching and filling her. Kurit came round to her mouth and filled it again. And as the two men used her, she felt something build inside her that she had never known before. She felt the heart-stopping wave of an orgasm build inside her. What none of her lovers had been able to give her, what consideration and understanding had failed to provide, was coming to her now as she was degraded and abused by total strangers.
Tears came to her eyes as she realised that the Mistress had chosen well. Inside her too there must be a Slave if she could enjoy being treated like this! After they had filled her with their come, leaving her sweaty, panting and ashamed, the two guards rose to their feet and Kodri spoke:
"Take her to her kennel and let her rest. We will begin her training in the morning."
She was hauled to her feet and again bent over by the hair. Kurit opened the barred door and Tiros took hold of her leash to drag her through it. As she was taken from the room she saw another of the new slaves being brought in.
Tiros took her through the door and into a long corridor. On either side were sloping hatches with numbers and sometimes names marked on slates outside them. The guard stopped her in front of one and took a piece of chalk from a pouch at his belt and scrawl 4729 on the slate and pop it into the slot in the front of the door. Then he opened the hatch and ordered her in. She crawled through the low opening and found herself in a small cell like room. The walls were stone but the 'roof' was wooden, so low that at the highest point she could not stand in the cell only kneel. The guard looked down on her.
"This is your kennel, slut. You will be kept here when you aren't training or being punished. You will keep it clean and if you are a good little slave we'll let you make it more comfortable. For now get some sleep. Big day for you in the morning. Good night 4729."
He waited until she replied: "Good night, Master."
"Good Slave."
The hatch was closed and the light cut off except for the dim light coming through the cracks of the hatch. The guards strode off and by that dim light she looked around the 'kennel'. A thin mattress with one woollen blanket on it lay in one corner. In another a small sink hole sat under a tap. By the tap was a mirror above an empty shelf and an unlit bulb with no sign of a switch to turn it on. By the mirror was a framed document written on parchment. She strained her eyes to try to make out the words. At the top it said: "Slave's Code".
SLAVE'S CODE
I am a Slave, owned body, mind and soul.
Men are the Masters and Women the Slaves. It is right that they should own us.
Men are my Masters and I exist only to serve them.
I have no desires, no will, and no wishes but to serve Men, my Masters and Owners.
To Serve and give Pleasure is my only Joy and sole reason for existence.
I am Submissive, Obedient and Pleasing.
I am a Woman. I am a Slave.
The words re-echoed in her mind and she found herself growing faint for a moment. Was that what the future held for her? From around her she could hear the sound of faint, feminine breathing. Twice she called out quietly:
"Hello. Hello."
But there was no reply, Carefully she wrapped herself in the blanket and lying gingerly on her stomach to avoid hurting her back and branded thigh, waited till eventually she slept. As she drifted towards sleep she was aware that she was unnaturally calm. Her situation was so strange that she could feel nothing but shock. But there was something about being here and being treated in this way that called to something deep inside her. The men had said that she had it in her to be a slave. She feared that they may have chosen well.
CHAPTER ONE
THE CAPTURE
They took her as she was unlocking the car.
She has risen early that spring morning, with the dawn still to come. After a shower and a light breakfast she collected the cases from the hall and set off to begin her holiday, quietly closing the door of her flat behind her. The birds were raising a Dawn Racket as she walked across the car park to where her Volvo sat beside a black transit van.
Susan had two weeks holiday, an unexpected bonus from her new boss, a man she had not even seen. He had picked her to be his secretary when he took over the company and ordered that she be given an extra holiday "to prepare her for working for me". She wasn't going to argue with good fortune when it came!
She had just got the key in the lock when a voice came, quiet and silky, from behind her.
"Miss Barton?"
She jumped and turned. Standing beside the now open side door of the van was a tall and muscular man with short-cut black hair. Dressed in a raincoat, one hand was in a pocket and another cupped something small.
"God! Don't do that! What do you want?"
"You are Miss Susan Barton?"
He kept glancing at whatever he held in his hand. A photograph?
"Ms Barton," she said, irritated, "Yes. What is it you want?"
Her insistence on 'Ms' seemed to amuse him.
"We'd like you to come along with us."
She frowned. "Are you police? What's...."
And then suddenly strong arms had grabbed her elbows, pinning her from behind. She heard a metallic clicking and felt something close around her wrists. She opened her mouth to scream or shout but the man in front of her stepped forward and thrust between her teeth a rubber coated metal ring that forced her mouth open and gagged her.
The man behind her forced her face down onto the bonnet of her car and she felt the straps attached to the ring being buckled behind her head and cutting into the sides of her mouth. She tried to struggle but the hands held her firm. Then she felt her skirt being lifted and then her panties being taken down. Throughout this neither of the men had spoken a word, acting like a well-rehearsed team that had done this a hundred times before. Then a coolness on her left buttock followed by a sharp pain there.
And then all the fight went out of her, she felt all her body go limp and the men release her, allowing her to slide down the bonnet and lie, her panties around her knees, on the gravel surface of the car park. She began to drift towards unconsciousness, her vision getting blurry, the hushed voices of the men coming from a great distance.
"....take the car to Heathrow, Eric and meet us..."
Then she was being lifted over a shoulder.
"....I'll check out the flat...."
She was lying on her back in the van and the door was closing and she was going down into the Dark...
CHAPTER TWO:
A NEW LIFE
When she awoke Susan was in darkness.
Her mouth was dry and filled with something hard. Her head ached and she became aware that she was lying on wood. She felt her skin against the rough planks and became aware that she was naked.
Then she became aware of the smell of leather in her nostrils and something covering her face. She tried to pull it away. That was when she realised that her wrists were confined, held in something wooden that also circled her neck.
As all these sensations overwhelmed her and the terror of what happened in the car park struck her, Susan moaned. She tensed when, as if attracted by the noise, footsteps came over towards her. As they approached Susan became aware that the planking beneath her was swaying gently. She was on a boat! Then the footsteps stopped. A man spoke.
"Another one's awake. Kneel up slut."
Susan decided to pretend to be asleep. Perhaps if they left her alone... Then suddenly there was the sound of whistling in the air and a line of fire burned across her back. She tried to scream, but whatever filled her mouth muffled it.
"I said kneel up!"
Trying not to whimper, Susan obeyed. The man's voice was rough and had a strange accent.
"That's better. Don't play stupid games with me again or you'll get worse than that. Now, like to see where you are?"
Susan nodded her head tentatively.
"Like the mask off, the gag out?"
She nodded again more emphatically.
"Right then. But I don't want any trouble. You speak one word, you give me any lip at all and you can finish your journey in darkness, understood? Just do what I say and it'll be better for you. Now then..."
Susan heard buckles being undone behind her head and then the mask was being pulled from her face and the gag came away from her mouth and she was blinking her eyes in the sudden light. It came from a set of wooden stairs leading upwards into daylight and illuminated a large cabin. Filling the cabin were about a dozen women. All of them were naked. And beautiful.
All wore around their necks small wooden stocks like those that held Susan's hands and neck captive. A steel staple stuck out at the front. She could see that the wood was worn smooth and stained with the sweat and tears of many prisoners. Most of the women lay unconscious. Two knelt up as if at attention but still wore their hoods.
One without her hood knelt in a corner. Her face was to the walls and on her back were red stripes, fresh and stark against her pale skin. She seemed to be crying quietly. Then Susan looked at the man who stood over her. He was unshaven and bulky. His arms were heavily muscled but he had a noticeable beer gut covered by his single garment, a sort of tunic. He smelt of sweat, beer and oil. In his right hand he held the hood. In his left a thin cane. He smiled down at Susan.
"Thirsty, little slut? Ah, ah, don't speak. If you speak without permission, you'll get what that one in the corner got. Just nod, that's nice. All right, here you go."
He dumped a wooden bucket down in front of Susan. It was full of murky water and she thought she saw...things floating in it. Bewildered she looked up at him. Suddenly he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her face down into the water. Gasping and choking she was forced to to drink. When he let her up he pulled her head back and looked down into her face.
"You'll have to be sharper than that, little slut. If you don't do what's expected of you, you'll be hurt. Badly hurt. Are you going to be good? Are you?"
Terrified and bewildered, Susan could only nod.
"Good. Then , get you mouth around this."
He raised his tunic to show a long, thick, circumcised prick. Susan hesitated only for a moment and when he raised the cane she caught the end of the cock in her mouth and began to suck on it. The taste of it filled her mouth and she felt the pulse of the blood as it thickened and swelled. The stale smell of the man nearly overwhelmed her but she dared not do anything.
Terror and disgust mingled in her mind. Where could she be? Where had the kidnappers taken her? She wondered at her own docile reaction to the situation. She could not bring herself to argue with the big man and as his cock became rigid in her mouth she found to her own astonishment that she was becoming aroused. Her nipples hardened as the head of his cock began to bang against the back of her throat. And then he was coming, exploding down her throat, filling her with salty cum that made her choke and splutter.
"Swallow it! Don't you dare loose a drop or I'll have the skin off your back! That's good! Ah, gooood! Lick me clean, little slut. Suck it up! Every drop!"
A short while later Susan lay at his feet. She was hot and flustered but felt very strange. She was not disgusted at what she had been made to do but felt strangely aroused by the situation. The guard warned her against talking or trying to leave the hold and then stalked out. Susan pulled herself to her knees. The taste of the guard's come was still in her mouth but she could not bring herself to drink from the bucket instead.
She shuffled over to where the other women knelt. She had just opened her mouth to speak to them when one of them looked up at her. The sheer terror in that look made her stop. The other woman, a busty blonde looked over to where the crying woman knelt in the corner, her back covered with fresh red stripes.
Susan, sank down against a bulwark. She shuddered as she remembered how the guard's brutal attentions had aroused her. Who had brought her here? The men in the car park had been efficient professionals. Was she to be kept prisoner in some Third World Harem? Why had she been chosen? She was beautiful but not fabulously so. What was happening? There was a small pile of straw in one corner. Susan burrowed herself into it. Despite her fears, tiredness and the rocking motion of the boat lulled her to sleep.
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Susan awoke to the sound of footsteps coming down the steps. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she saw men coming down and kicking awake the still unconscious women. They wore tunics and sandals and carried canes. Nervously she knelt up and the fat guard came over to her. He fitted a leash to the staple on the front of her yoke and pulled her to her feet.
"Right, no dallying or talking or it will be the worse for you. Come on!"
He gave a vicious tug at the leash. She tottered forward and together they headed for the stairs. As she climbed she was dazzled by bright sunlight, the air warm and strange on her naked flesh. She was on the wooden deck of a sailing boat as it swayed at anchor. The leash tugged her towards the edge of the boat and she was walking carefully down a gangplank.
Then she was lead along the stone quay. Men were working, mending nets and ropes, ignoring her passage as if a naked woman on a leash were a perfectly normal sight. By now her sight had adapted and she saw how she was being lead past dockside buildings which shone in whitewashed splendour beneath a bright blue sky. The men were dressed in rough seaman's gear or in the tunics she had seen before, reminiscent of a Roman costume drama. Their complexions, though some were swarthy, did not seem to indicate that she was in an Arab country.
Then she was being lead into a market square. Fruit and fish-sellers were crying their wares. Strangely they seemed to be doing it in English. Where could she be? Her guard lead her up to a stone platform at one side of the market. They mounted it by a flight of stone steps which was so old that a lazy curve had been worn in the steps by centuries of use. He forced her down to her knees and then fixed her leash to one of a rows of staples set into the stone. He told her to be silent and then left.
From her kneeling position Susan looked up. At the far end of the platform a table was set up where a man in robes was writing with a quill pen on a scroll. A large man, stripped to the waist, stood by him, stirring the coals in a brazier with an iron rod. Before him was a large wooden block shaped rather like a vaulting horse. She looked across the market square and saw other girls from the boat being brought across by guards.
A small crowd was gathering at the far end of the platform, taking seats and chattering. Two adolescent boys came over to where Susan was kneeling and examined her critically.
"Wot about this one then?"
"Nice. Too nice for us. She'll go to a House. Maybe even private."
"Not fair. Houses get all the best and the nobs get the rest."
"Yeah. Well if she goes to a House, you'll get your chance."
"Suppose. Nice tits on her."
Susan looked at them in despair. She plucked up courage and spoke: "Please. Can you tell me where..."
A passing guard brought a cane down on her back. She howled with pain and the two boys went off laughing to inspect the rest of the kneeling women. In a short while the platform was full of kneeling women. All the hoods had been removed although some were still gagged. Many were weeping and some bore the signs of recent canings. The robed man rose from his table and rang a handbell to bring silence.
"My Lords and Ladies, noble citizens of the Republic. It is my pleasure today to bring before you a freshly landed cargo of barbarian beauties. Suitable for training as pleasure slaves or as domestics. We have some choice stock for sale today, noble friends; all are as yet unbranded and untrained but are guaranteed as prime stock by the House of Chalmath. Bartog, the first slave please."
One of the guards went to where the first woman knelt at the far end of the line from Susan. He unleashed her and carried her to the 'vaulting horse' where metal bands about her legs and body held her in place. Her eyes watched fearfully from above her gag as the large man stirred the brazier again and brought out a red-hot glowing brand. Muffled protests turned to muffled screams as he held it to her left thigh for a long count of four. When he took it away, her thigh was marked and tears of pain were rolling down her face. A smell of burnt flesh filled the air. The guard took her from the block and threw her at the robed man's feet.
"Now, then my Lords and Ladies, noble citizens, what am I bid for this lovely barbarian slut. One silver, a silver five, two, and three. Do I hear four anywhere? Three and ten. Do I hear four?"
usan watched dumbstruck at all this. Children and women were watching this bizarre and disgusting ritual with full approval. One of the young boys who had approached her put in a bid early on, but most of the bidding seemed to be between a burly man and a richly dressed woman.
"No more bids? One gold ten. The second time, one gold ten. The third time? Sold to Lady Aurena!"
The sobbing, newly branded woman was lifted to her feet and the yoke removed from about her neck. A huge, musclebound man came down to the platform from beside the woman who had made the winning bid and bound the woman, casually as if he had done it a thousand times before, her hands tied by thongs behind her and clicked a metal collar shut about her neck. He tugged her by a leash attached to it over to a desk where coins and paperwork changed hands.
By now the next woman in the line was bent over the branding horse. She was ungagged but her screams and appeals might as well have been unspoken. Susan looked around, turning her eyes away from the sale. The other women shackled to the platform were either weeping or watching the proceedings with horrified fascination. Even the guards were watching the sale rather than their captives.
Susan decided to take her chance. It might be her last. She bent her head to where her leash was fixed to the staple. With her teeth, slowly painfully she began to undo it, looking up frequently to see if she had been spotted. Three more women had been sold before she got the leash loose. After the first two they had seemed too stunned to protest although each one cried out as the brand touched their flesh.
Susan waited until the fifth woman was crying out with the pain of that fiery kiss and then she made her move. As stealthily as she could she crawled backwards until she reached the edge of the platform. Then she got her legs over the side and she ran!
It wasn't until she had reached the edge of the square that she heard the cry go up behind her. She heard the voice of one of the young boys cry out: "Runner!" And then a huge cry as everyone in the square seemed to take up the shout.
Susan panicked. She had planned to remove the yoke somewhere out of sight and then steal some clothes. But at the sound of pursuit she just ran. She found herself running downhill, towards the docks. Perhaps she could hide on a boat, get away from this mad place. She came to the quayside, her blood pounding in her ears. She looked out across the harbour where fishing boats bobbed. Just sailing out was a magnificent wooden ship. It looked like a cross between a Roman galleon and a catamaran, with huge outriggers at either side. Perhaps it was the ship that had brought her here.
And then her whole world turned upside down. There came a roar and the 'outriggers' glowed with a purple light. And the sailing ship rose into the air. Susan fell to her knees and watched as it headed off, gently climbing into the bright blue air. And as she knelt there, they found her.
Then they took her back to the market place where she was branded and sold. The buyer was the Lady Aurena of the House of Tranquil Pleasure. She fetched three gold pieces twelve, an excellent price for an untrained barbarian.
CHAPTER THREE
THE GARDEN & THE KENNEL
Susan stumbled along the street behind her new owner. A leash ran from the metal collar locked around her neck to the hand of the huge man who accompanied her Mistress. There were three other women being pulled along behind him, desperately trying to keep up as he strode up the hill.
None of them spoke. They had been ordered to silence at the market and shown a long, whippy cane that dangled from the overseer's belt and told that they would be punished for the slightest disobedience. But beside the threat of pain, they were too shocked to speak. Suddenly thrust into an unknown world, treated like animals for sale, they retreated into themselves, disbelieving all they saw.
Susan saw they were coming to a set of wealthy villas above the town. Women on shopping expeditions, men deep in serious conversation, didn't even look up as the naked women were lead through the street. And then the woman who had bought them stopped by an iron gate. A large burly guard naked to the waist and carrying a sword unlocked it and the overseer and the slaves followed her inside.
Susan found herself being led through a large and beautiful garden. It was surrounded by a high wall with vicious looking spikes at the top but inside there were lovely grottos with tinkling fountains and erotic statues. The three women were led along cool stone paths to a terrace in front of the villa.
The Lady seated herself there by a small table. As she picked up a handbell and rung it the overseer forced his three captives to their knees before her. Susan looked up nervously and glanced around her. The terrace was surrounded by tall trees and the stone slab felt cold against her flesh. The Lady had spread out various documents across the table when a young woman entered and knelt before her. She bowed her head to the ground and waited.
Susan found herself staring. The woman was not only naked and collared as the three of them were. Her nipples had been ringed and a length of golden chain ran between the twin gold circles. Two further lengths stretched down to the V between her legs. Susan found the barbaric sight fascinating. Once again she felt the strange acceptance fill her that she had experienced on the boat: the things that should frighten and disgust her were exciting her! She wondered what it had felt like to have that tender flesh pierced. And was the girl really ringed...there?
The Lady did not even look up but said: "Breakfast, Kitten, and have Kodri attend me."
The girl whispered: "Yes, Mistress," and rose to go.
As she went Susan could see that she was indeed ringed down below. The gold piercing her clitoris showed clearly against her bare, shaven pussy. Susan felt herself shiver. The Lady stood and looked over at the three cowering women.
"Now, then, let me make clear to you three what has happened here and what is expected of you." She paused. "You are slaves. That is the law here in the Republic. I have brought you and own you as much as I do this House. I can do what I please with you and under the laws here you have no rights at all. None. I can punish you in any way I choose, I can sell you or kill you and have you sold for dog meat. I have done that in the past with slaves who failed to pay back my investment and I will do it again if I have to. Do you understand?"
Silence.
"I said do you understand? YOU!" She pointed at Susan. "Do you understand what I am saying to you?"
Her belly clenching with fear, Susan stammered: "Yes, yes I understand."
The overseer's lash came down across her back and he snarled in her ear: "Slaves address their owner as 'Mistress'!"
Susan bit back tears. "I understand, Mistress, I understand, I'm sorry!"
"And do you believe what I've told you?"
Susan looked up at the woman's terrible, implacable eyes and felt again that sense of attraction, of excitement. "Yes, I believe you would do that, Mistress."
The Lady nodded, satisfied. "Do not forget, that. Ever."
She turned back to the table and seated herself as the slavegirl returned with a tray of food closely followed by a huge man, even larger than the overseer.
"Put it down there, Kitten and return to your duties. However, slaves, although I have the right to destroy you, I have invested money in you and I intend to get every copper's value back for that investment and more. This is Kodri, my chief trainer. He will be in charge of your training and discipline during your first months with us. He will prepare you to become a credit to this House. From now on if you wish to live you will concentrate on becoming perfect, obedient slaves, skilled sexual playthings. Kodri, your new pupils."
The huge man came and stood over them. At a signal the overseer pulled Susan to her feet before him by the leash on her collar. She found herself looking up into the man's stern face.
"Is this the runner?" His voice was a bass rumble.
"Yes, you had better deal with that now." The Mistress' voice did not sound particularly concerned.
Kadri gestured to the overseer who took hold of Susan's wrists and pulled them together above her head. She felt cold metal around both wrists and then she was hauled over to one of the nearby trees. A chain from the metal cuffs was slung over a branch and she felt her feet leave the ground as the whole of her weight tugged agonizingly at her shoulders.
"Ah, please no...Mistress...please." It was strange how easily that word came to her lips.
The Mistress' voice came as if from a great distance. "But more important than the fact you are legal slaves, is the fact that you are already true slaves. Inside you there is that which wants to submit, wants to be controlled. If it were not so, you would not have been brought here. Think on that as you watch this punishment. This slave tried to run away. As it was a first offence she will not be slain outright nor have her legs crippled. Watch carefully, you slaves and learn. Kodri, thirty lashes."
"Mistress, no please! I...Arrrghhhh!"
A line of fire crossed her back. She felt her throat open and a scream tear out of her.
And that was only the first blow.
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Eventually the agony ended and she was thrown at the Mistress' feet.
"Will you be trying to escape again, little slave?"
"No, no Mistress, I promise!"
"Kiss the Mistress' feet," growled Kodri, "and thank her for being so merciful to you."
Susan crawled painfully forward and kissed the sandeled feet, hearing herself babble:
"Thank you, thank you, kind Mistress, thank you..." The Mistress' cool voice cut across all this.
"Kodri, she is yours; have her back seen to. Slave, from now on you will be known as Slave 4729."
She bent over a ledger and wrote the name down before looking up at Kudri and handing him a small brass disk.
"Take her away."
The huge man fixed a leash to Susan's collar and pulled her to her feet by it before reaching under her chin and clipping the disk in place. Then he pulled hard at the leash and lead off forcing her to follow. He lead the way into the mansion and across a mosaic floor whose pattern showed a slave-girl tied to a tree whilst being flogged with birch twigs by a woman. Susan felt the floor cold under her feet as they crossed towards a huge kitchen where a dozen slaves toiled at huge pots and pans under the direction of a hugely obese chef who nodded his greetings to Kudri as they passed by.
Then down a flight of stone steps leading at the bottom to a space lit by a bare electric bulb, incongruously modern looking in these surroundings. Seated at a table were two huge men, dressed in tunics like her captor who looked up from a dice game when they entered. Behind them was a locked, barred door such as one might see in a prison.
"A new one for you, lads. Kneel slut. There, keep your head down. Her back needs treating, Tiros."
One of the men went towards a cupboard and produced a pot of white ointment and, kneeling behind her began to spread the contents across her lacerated back. The other picked up a sheaf of papers and a piece of charcoal and looking down at Susan said:
"Number, Slave?"
In fear she looked up at Kodri. He snarled: "You are now Slave 4729. Who are you?"
"I am...Slave 4729."
She cried out again as he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back cruelly.
"Slaves address free men as Master. Now who are you?"
"I am Slave 4729, Master."
"Do not forget again. From now on you have only one choice to make. Either you will obey or you will die. It is that simple. I do not think you have it in you to choose death over slavery. From now on you will punished whenever you fail to obey promptly and wholeheartedly. The only way you will survive is to obey and learn to be a good slave. Do you understand 4729?"
"Yes,M..Master."
"We will see. Remember that all the men here are your Masters. You must obey them all instantly. Tiros, Kurit. Show her her place."
Then she was being lifted up and thrown down on the cold stone floor, crying out as her back touched it. One of the guards was tightly gripping her breasts and licking and biting down on her nipples. The other was raising his tunic fly and displaying a huge penis, some nine inches long.
"Suck me, slut." came the guttural command and then he was forcing his length down into her throat, nearly choking her. Then the other guard moved his mouth down between her legs and began to lick at her clitoris. Soon she began to respond to the stimulation she was receiving. It hurt, it was humiliating, the two men were rough and vile. But they knew how to handle a woman's body. She felt her pussy heating and moistening. Somehow the fact that Kodri watched dispassionately her made her even more aroused. Her nipples were hard and rigid. The man between her legs said something to Kodri in a language she did not recognise and the three men laughed.
"Kurit says that you are already a Hot Slave. That is good for you."
Then the man at her mouth was taking away his hardened prick and taking the place of the other man between her legs. His huge cock was thrusting into her moist depths, stretching and filling her. Kurit came round to her mouth and filled it again. And as the two men used her, she felt something build inside her that she had never known before. She felt the heart-stopping wave of an orgasm build inside her. What none of her lovers had been able to give her, what consideration and understanding had failed to provide, was coming to her now as she was degraded and abused by total strangers.
Tears came to her eyes as she realised that the Mistress had chosen well. Inside her too there must be a Slave if she could enjoy being treated like this! After they had filled her with their come, leaving her sweaty, panting and ashamed, the two guards rose to their feet and Kodri spoke:
"Take her to her kennel and let her rest. We will begin her training in the morning."
She was hauled to her feet and again bent over by the hair. Kurit opened the barred door and Tiros took hold of her leash to drag her through it. As she was taken from the room she saw another of the new slaves being brought in.
Tiros took her through the door and into a long corridor. On either side were sloping hatches with numbers and sometimes names marked on slates outside them. The guard stopped her in front of one and took a piece of chalk from a pouch at his belt and scrawl 4729 on the slate and pop it into the slot in the front of the door. Then he opened the hatch and ordered her in. She crawled through the low opening and found herself in a small cell like room. The walls were stone but the 'roof' was wooden, so low that at the highest point she could not stand in the cell only kneel. The guard looked down on her.
"This is your kennel, slut. You will be kept here when you aren't training or being punished. You will keep it clean and if you are a good little slave we'll let you make it more comfortable. For now get some sleep. Big day for you in the morning. Good night 4729."
He waited until she replied: "Good night, Master."
"Good Slave."
The hatch was closed and the light cut off except for the dim light coming through the cracks of the hatch. The guards strode off and by that dim light she looked around the 'kennel'. A thin mattress with one woollen blanket on it lay in one corner. In another a small sink hole sat under a tap. By the tap was a mirror above an empty shelf and an unlit bulb with no sign of a switch to turn it on. By the mirror was a framed document written on parchment. She strained her eyes to try to make out the words. At the top it said: "Slave's Code".
SLAVE'S CODE
I am a Slave, owned body, mind and soul.
Men are the Masters and Women the Slaves. It is right that they should own us.
Men are my Masters and I exist only to serve them.
I have no desires, no will, and no wishes but to serve Men, my Masters and Owners.
To Serve and give Pleasure is my only Joy and sole reason for existence.
I am Submissive, Obedient and Pleasing.
I am a Woman. I am a Slave.
The words re-echoed in her mind and she found herself growing faint for a moment. Was that what the future held for her? From around her she could hear the sound of faint, feminine breathing. Twice she called out quietly:
"Hello. Hello."
But there was no reply, Carefully she wrapped herself in the blanket and lying gingerly on her stomach to avoid hurting her back and branded thigh, waited till eventually she slept. As she drifted towards sleep she was aware that she was unnaturally calm. Her situation was so strange that she could feel nothing but shock. But there was something about being here and being treated in this way that called to something deep inside her. The men had said that she had it in her to be a slave. She feared that they may have chosen well.