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Gorean Tavern Slut

Chapter 11

My bottom & rear quarters were throbbing now, completely overshadowed by my love & contentment, in my place. My face was sticky with his cum, I was kneeling happily between his knees.

His hand resting on my hair, his other hand holding his drink.

“Tell me slave about your day.”

The men sometimes like to relax, indulging in petty chitchat

  with us, especially after sex, if they intend to rape you again later. I love to kneel like this, basking submissively in his superiority & easy dominance.

“Master this girl has been busy at her chores since she was dismissed from the alcoves this morning.”

“Was your Master of last night pleased with you?”

“This girl hopes so Master, she wasn’t punished in the morning.”

“Do you like to be punished slave?”

“No Master, of course not!”

“But if you were displeasing?”

“Then a girl should be punished Master.”

“Or if you were less than satisfactory, not as pleasurable as expected.”

“Then this girl would expect to

  be punished Master”

“How do you feel about this emily?”

“If

emily wasn’t pleasing she would want to be punished Master.”

“Want to be girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“Severely girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“I think the soft curves of girls like you were made for the leather of the whip slave.”

“Girls like me Master?”

“Hot little earth blondes.”

“Yes Master.”

“You are too pretty not to taste the whip.”

“Thank you Master.”

“How do you feel about the whip now girl?”

emily loves it Master.”

“I can smell that you do slave”

I was blushing furiously

“Yes Master.”

“Slut!”

“Yes Master.”

“So were you at your chores all day slut?”

“No Master not all day.”

He waited

“Just before midday a Master came in for some breakfast & wanted me to fetch it. Emily thought at first that was all he wanted, but he had this girl wait while he ate & read his papers. Once he had finished eating he had a coffee & smoke while he enjoyed this ones mouth, Master. He dismissed me just before the tavern started to get a little busier for midday meals.”

“So what did you do then?”

emily went back to scrubbing the floors, Master.”

“The smell of him on you?”

“Yes Master.”

“& the taste of him, on your lips girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“& the need for him in your wet little thighs?”

“Oh yes Master.”

“A suitable chore for you girl.”

“Yes Master.”

“Suitably menial”

“Yes Master”

“Was that all girl?”

“No Master after the lunchtime 2 masters came in & wanted me to serve them both in turn whilst they enjoyed a few cold beers. Emily thinks they had been swimming because the afternoon was quite warm & they smelled of the sea. They made this girl masturbate before they enjoyed her.”

“Were you permitted orgasm slave?”

I blushed. Although we are often made to masturbate for the mens amusement, we are never or so rarely as to be never permitted to cum, without their penetration.

“No Master”

 

“Good, it keeps you hot.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master, hot & bothered.”

“& then girl?”

“Back to chores Master till mid afternoon, then a Master came in who wanted two earth girls. He chose this girl & another slave but dismissed her in favour of another girl. We brought him a drink & kissed his cup together. He watched me perform cunnilingus on the other girl, then her on me. Before we fellated him together. He came first in my mouth, but we must have pleased him because he came enough to fill both our mouths & all down our breasts too. We cleaned him together. When we were done he had another beer & watched us perform cunnilingus again, until we were both panting with desire. Then braceleted both of us. Short intimate chains were brought & we were joined at

  the clitoris, nipples and nose ring. He said he would enjoy the thought of us working like this for the rest of the afternoon. Then we resumed our chores together. One of the tavern Masters, gave us some encouragement with the pleasure whip on our exposed clitorises.”

He laughed “Did you squeal prettily slave?”

“Yes Master.”

“Both?”

“Yes Master”

“Who do you think had the prettiest squeals, girl?”

“Emily thinks it was her Master.”

“& who was whipped most

emily?”

“Emily thinks again that it was her Master.”

He laughed again.

“At feeding time we were left chained together to eat & toilet, it wasn’t until it was time to clean each other that we were released. It was very intimate & shaming Master, working with her juices all over my face, scrubbing the floor with the brush in my mouth listening to her squelches & her listening to mine.”

“& did you think of that Master all afternoon?”

“Yes Master.”

“Wetly?”

“Yes Master & thankfully Master.”

“Excellent!”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

“How wonderful it is to be a man here & be served by such beautiful & eager slaves.”

“Master is emily beautiful?”

“Yes girl or you would not be kneeling between my legs.”

I flushed with happiness

“Thank you Master.”

 

“Your beauty is all you have slut.”

“Yes Master.”

“& even that doesn’t belong to you slave.”

“No Master

..”

“Because you are too beautiful to be free.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

“Are you pleased you are beautiful slave?”

“Yes Master.”

“Pleased that you are too beautiful to be free?”

“Yes Master.”

“That you are too beautiful not to feel the whip?”

“Yes Master, sometimes emily is bursting with emotion, she is so glad, to be owned, by men who are Masters.”

“Then I am pleased to be the Master here, not to be a worthless dependant female,

to be you beautiful & squirming for attention at my feet.”

It was true I could hear it in their voices, the tone of their voices. The way they held themselves, the very way they walked. How satisfying it was to be a master here. Who would want to be anything but the master here?

Served by beautiful obedient slavegirls. Who would choose to be us?

Who would want to be the worthless slave? Bought & sold, branded like livestock. Dominated & controlled, kept in strict bondage & discipline.

Punished without pity for the tiniest infraction or lack of sexual responsiveness, or satisfaction.

Yet in my shameful joy I was glad to be that slave at his feet.

“Master, emily is glad that you are the Master here too.” I was tearful.

How worthless & pathetic I was, how glad that the men are so strong.

“Master may

emily kiss your feet?”

“You may.”

“Thank you Master.” I said kissing his feet

He didn’t reply.

I didn’t want him to.

  

He braceleted me again & put me on my knees on the rape mat.

“I am curious slave”

“Master?”

“Your fellatio seems so much more pleasurable after your beating.”

“Master…” I was crying

“Did you hold back, in the tavern slave?”

“Master, please Master….” He cut me short.

“Perhaps you should be whipped, to improve your sexual responsiveness, & because you need to be whipped to improve you responsiveness, slut.”

“Master emily.” He cut me short again by pushing the whip between my lips.

Behind me I heard him leave the alcove, I was to hold the whip like this until he returned, if he chose to return.

To whip or rape me, or both.

He was quite some time.

Most likely going to the toilets & shower room, to be washed by the girls there. It was still a warm & sticky night. The girls would wash him with cooling balm. How I wished I could go to the toilet now, I wouldn’t be permitted to toilet till at least tomorrow evening after chores. Or to wash, if only in the warm water we are permitted. All I could hope for in the morning was a quick wipe & spray of perfume that made us feel that much more sticky & soiled, only more smeared. I feared if f I could toilet freely I would have wet myself in fright I was so convinced he would whip me on his return.

I heard the curtains open & close again behind me, I trembled. He entered me in a swift liquid movement. Taking the whip from my mouth he tossed it to the floor.

“We can leave that for now girl.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

“I think I would rather listen to your more feminine intimate cries.”

“Yes Master”

As we started to come, he turned me over so I could face him, I was pinioned on his chest coming, kissing him desperately in between my moans & whimpers. My cries & screams of submission to him. He pushed me face down again & raped me anally. Then lying down he lifted me astride him. Still braceleted I pleasured him from above. I was careful to keep my eyes still lowered to his loins. Not having been given permission to look up at him, even in this position. The effort from this sexual exertion without the use of my hands meant I would be coming for some time. Indeed I was still coming as I licked him clean, Then still as I fellated him while he drifted off almost to sleep. & still coming as I swallowed all his semen. Licking & sucking him clean. Before

lying my head on his belly & chest, still weeping with my surrender to him.

“Thank you Master.” I whispered to his now sleeping body

“I love you Master.” I said kissing his belly softly

He twisted in his sleep. My body flushed

 with fear & panic. But he didn’t wake.

I kissed his belly again even more softly.

   


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