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Breakfast had finished in the dining area, behind me. All the ,masters from last night would have been on their way now. At least as far as I could tell. On their business outside the tavern, beyond the doors through which I was never permitted. In fact even if the door was open we were not permitted to look outside. I had been led here from the auction & the smithies where I was branded, hooded. & if I were ever sold I would be taken away blindly too. I had been fortunate in that my journey had been quite long so I had spent 2 weeks kneeling in a series of cramped transport cages, either on wagons or in the animal holds of various ships. Some girls were marched blindfolded, & chained in a coffle for up to a month, across hot stony desert trails.
Led by whips by masters on horseback or selected peasant girls. Often marching from dawn till dusk, sometimes overnight too, often run along if schedules were slipping. The slave masters could always rest & catch up on horseback easily. I had been told the natural scenery was quite phenomenal, & the architecture of the towns very classic & lovely not that I will ever get to see any of it.
I was on all fours my wrists and ankles chained together in bracelets, the ankle bracelet had a large bell on the chain. The small brush clutched in both hands had a ball shaped handle, I often had to hold it only in my mouth. 2 girls & I were methodically working our way across the large stone floor, scrubbing every inch meticulously. When we had finished the brushes were replaced with similarly shaped buffers & we began polishing.
Then back again scrubbing. This process had to be done at least twice before lunch time & at least a further 2 times in the afternoon. With reasonably sized brushes & cleaning agents, instead of just plain water, it could be finished at a determined pace once, adequately. We had to do it over twice if not 3 times, to perfection, leaving the stone gleaming like new. While we worked all three of swing our hips & bottoms prettily, in harmony with each other. It made a pleasing sight from behind & our nipple & clitoris rings rang out prettily too.
We would rather do this a thousand times than be one of the girls waiting in the punishment stocks. Two girls had already been sent to curtained stock already this morning. One girl had not brought coffee quickly enough this morning, the other hadn’t been as responsive as her master thought she should have been last night. Normally you could blame the hot weather for this irascibility, but the hot season had not started yet. This was just the
masters usual morning unpredictability. Keeping us constantly on the very tips of our toes
One of the masters came & stood behind us, over us. He was tapping a whip idly on his sandals. Each of us intensified our efforts frightened. He knelt behind me & pushed his finger inside me.
“Do not stop slave”
“Yes Master.”
I said struggling to continue scrubbing & grind my wetness pleasingly on his fingers.
“I have something for you girl.”
“Master?”
I gasped in fright as he quickly unlocked my bracelets & relocked them behind me, attaching them expertly to the thin steel cinch belt, he snapped round my waist.
“That is better for you
emily.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I said prettily through my tears. We had not even finished one set of scrubbing yet.
I went to pick the brush up in my teeth.
“Not just yet emily.” He said touching me intimately again.
“A girl like you looks much prettier working like this.”
“Thank you Master.”
“You sound much prettier too.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“& smell so much more inviting.”
“Yes Master.”
“Are you wet for me
emily?”
“Yes Master emily is very wet & hot for you Master.
“Show me girl.” He said pressing his finger deeply inside me.
I squirmed & grinded myself helplessly on his finger.
“Master emily begs to ple….” He stopped me, removing his finger from my wetness & pressing it to my lips.
“Beg me without words
slave, beg me with your hot little moans”
He put his finger back inside me, as I moaned & whimpered helplessly on my knees face cheek down on the tavern floor.
“What are you waiting for?” He asked curtly of the other two slaves
“Are you too busy listening to this sluts moaning.”
“No Master.” They both replied fearfully
“Scrub the floor & listen to her eagerness, your chores should be performed as intimately & obediently.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” They replied in unison like frightened chanteuse.
I was gasping for air through my veil on the floor, moaning & squirming, on the very cusp of submission to his fingers when he stopped me.
He lifted my head from the floor his wet hand in my hair, then gave me his fingers to lick clean. With his other hand he flicked the bell chain hanging freely on the tight chain, between my tight nipples. Some girls have one larger dime sized bell like me, some a few smaller ones. Naturally it is the
masters choice. I didn’t look up but I could sense his eyes on the ringing bell, as were mine.
My thighs felt like were literally melting now.
“Perhaps I should return you to your chores now emily.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I could barely whisper.
He laughed.
“Go & wait at the alcoves girl.”
“Yes Master.” I gushed
“On all fours girl.”
“Oh…yes Master.”
He laughed again.
I struggled to crawl across the floor, braceleted as I was & squidging & squelching loudly. Aware of some of the tavern masters watching me amused & some of the other girls watching me jealously, being sent to serve the early morning master, before his early siesta.
“Emily.” He called out
“Master…?”
“Hurry girl, I am not fond of tardiness, especially in blondes, & you know how much I enjoy correctively applying leather to your curves.”
“Yes Master, at once Master, thank you Master.” I spluttered fearfully.
Fraught I crawled quite desperately on my knees, gasping for breath through my veil, choking with fright.
He laughed again.
As did a couple of the other men.
Once at the alcoves he left me there for at least 10 long minutes. Then inside he had pushed me face down & left me clutching the pleasure whip between my buttocks while he went for a quick shower. Humiliatingly I recognised this alcove as the one I had spent last night in. Indeed I still saw sticky stains of his pleasure & my & now lita’s love.
He entered the alcove carrying a cold fruit juice. I heard him drinking it as he scrutinised my trembling behind, clutching the whip. He took it from me.
“Not just yet emily.”
“Thank you Master.” I cried choking with relief as I kissed the whip blade. It was smelly from my juices.
He lay down I knelt beside him at his waist.
He smiled at my natural
tacit obedience
“You like being braceleted for this don’t you emily.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master,
emily does.”
“Normally it pleases me if you don’t like it girl.”
“Yes Master emily knows Master.”
“Or are reluctant.”
“Yes Master.”
“However in this case it pleases me, that it thrills you.”
“Ohh Master it does thrill
emily Master, truly it does Master.”
“While you are pleasing me
emily, I want your every lick & kiss to arouse you further, to heighten your need & thus my pleasure.”
“Master,
emily’s excitement always grows with yours, her need to please always grows as your pleasure builds Master.”
“I know it does slut, & it pleases me to instruct you thus.”
“Master emily is thrilled to be instructed by you.”
He laughed at my pathetic tears of need, my vulnerable need to please him. My feminine need for his
approval .
He indicated the whip now hanging on the rack.
“While you are working, make sure you work quietly.”
“Yes Master.”
“I want you to keep looking over at the whip, while you perform your
chores, I export them to be done perfectly.”
“Yes Master”
I didn’t need to tell him I always utterly strove to perform my chores perfectly, & afraid.
“When I wake I will be beating those girls waiting now in the punishment stock, see to it that you do not join them.”
I paled to his obvious amused satisfaction
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Enough, love talk now slave.”
“Yes Master” I whispered bending down to begin kissing his belly.
He was nearly dozing, already starting to breathe heavily as I swallowed & cleaned him with my tongue. I could sense his eyes on me as I started to clean, trying desperately to keep my bells still & quiet. Then he was asleep.
The alcoves are cleaned with nothing more than a scrap of silk, symbolically shaped like a pair of panties. Traditionally the slave rape alcoves or love booths as they used to be called were cleaned by the slave girl, or even lover, with her panties when they had finished. But generally as we are no longer permitted nether garments the customary cleaning cloth is still a pair of lacy cream silk ultra feminine panties. I should say cleaned with her tongue & the panties.
While I was working another girl slipped in quietly to bring a fresh tunic & fetch masters old tunic for cleaning. She kissed me tenderly on my brand, a common sisterly
gesture, I smiled at her, then continued licking the leather rape mat clean. She left his sandals for me to polish.
As I licked up the sticky rape stains. I wondered if they were mine or lita’s. I hope she pleased him, as much as I hoped I had pleased him. I swallowed the sticky gooey mess thinking about him. Knowing that quite rightly he would not give me or lita a 2nd thought. I hoped he was having a good day. When I had licked the leather clean I hurriedly polished it with the panties in my mouth.
Then the tiled floor & walls, the heavy leather curtain.
Finally I was left only with his sandals. Lovingly & with mounting excitement I licked & polished the leather, to a perfect shine.
Then buffed it over & over again, until I was completely lost in sexual excitement polishing his shoes. I could never express just how much I loved these moments. A kiss on my leg brought me out of my blissful state.
“Wake your Master, slavegirl” a faint voice giggled, kissing me on the brand again.
I let loose the panties & smiled at her.
“Thank you slavegirl.” I whispered & saw her smile under her veil.
He woke in my mouth, starting to come, his fist holding me tightly to him. He filled my mouth, covered my face & spattered my breasts before he stopped. I knelt chocking on his pleasure, waiting obediently waiting for him to wake properly. He lay on his back for a few moments,
then remembered me kneeling besides him. Sitting up he drained the last of his juice & lit a cigarette.
“You may swallow emily.”
Gasping & spluttering I swallowed him all down.
“Thank you Master.”
“I think you’ll find the pleasure was all mine
slave”
“Master?”
His humour going completely over my head. Whilst I was busy licking him clean.
“Is that
smell you emily?”
“Yes Master”
On more than one occasion my evident arousal had led to my rape.
Unfortunately not today.
He stood up & left the alcove, leaving me to lick up any spillage. He returned about 10 minutes later showered & donned his tunic. I brought him his sandals in my teeth.
& was rewarded by being permitted to kiss his feet after he had fastened them.
“Thank you Master, I love you Master.” I whispered over his feet.
Kissing his feet I begged him
"Please Master, let
emily love you"
“You may return to your chores now slave.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.” I whispered dismissed.
I crawled out of the alcove & back to the stone floor. Picked up the brush in my mouth & resumed scrubbing. None of the masters heeded me or paid any attention to my semen spattered face. It didn’t surprise me to find my two companions bound as I was, scrubbing the floor with the brushes held in mouths. Holding mine was especially difficult & slimy as Masters pleasure had saturated my veil &
face. However I didn’t dare drop it.
Some of the girls behind me were being lined up kneeling facing up against a wall. I could sense a general atmosphere of foreboding.
“What about emily?” One of the men asked the others
“No none of the blondes, though I may buy more today.”
Was his reply.
Naturally none of the slaves understood this discourse being between 2 masters.
After some selection 5 girls were picked out & hooded, the rest were returned to their chores. The five remained kneeling against the wall in absolute terror. Although these selections were quite regular, none of knew what actually happened to those girls who were selected & subsequently left the tavern. We suspected they were taken away to be disposed of in some way. Though actually normally they were taken to the slave market & sold again, though some older slaves were in fact disposed of. Usually garrotted & then incinerated. Not as some of thought fed to the crocodiles or hunting animals as that might give them an undesirable taste for slave flesh.
However enough of that. Suffice it to say women as well their owners prized their beauty.
What this probably did mean was that we would have some new slaves tonight. Usually dumbstruck, stunned & in terror. I felt sorry for these new girls as they were frequently & severely beaten more so initially, than is regular later, while they learn & adjust to their place. If any were white silk their first rape would be raffled. In any case new girls are usually raffled, to the first 10 men who rape them n their first night. I was also a little jealous, remembering fondly the first time I pleased a master with my mouth, even my first whipping & the realization
who was in charge so magnificently here.
Not that the presence of these new girls would make it any easier for the existing livestock. On the contrary it meant that this was slave auction day. & the tavern would be filled with slave traders, dealers & professional auctioneers & branders tonight. These men by nature of their trades were normally very demanding & strict with slaves.
Behind me I heard the muffled screams of one of the 2 girls being whipped in the punishments stocks. How dreadful it was the punishment whip. But how much more
dreadful it was to the 2nd or 3rd girl waiting to be beaten next.
In spite of my apprehension about the tavern crowd tonight. I was looking forward to the evening. I could tell from the slippery sounds my companions were making they were too. Or they were dreadfully frightened.
One of the tavern masters strode over and swatted each of us a stinging blow between our legs, with the pleasure whip.
“Hurry with your chores girls”
Stung & smarting I squealed in pain & obediently hurried along with my chores
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