6 comments/ 41466 views/ 11 favorites Herworld Chronicles By: Sputnik57 This saga is set sometime in the not too distant future. A world which has recovered from an apocalyptic disaster brought on by men is now run ruthlessly by women. Small feudal citadels within walled towns are run by despotic females; each town with its own rules. Fortified Manor houses with tiny surrounding hamlets are owned by less ambitious females. The planet has returned to its former rural idyll with swathes of forest and grasslands, though life for the male population is bittersweet at best and short for most. Once again Nilok found himself up for sale. He stood on the market gallows with six other males, all of them just thankful that the throng of smiling, leering women were there to purchase and not punish on this occasion. The citadel of Ovum Fortis loomed up behind them on this sunny spring morning. The surrounding wooden and brick properties tumbled down in a web of streets and byways, from the hillock on which it stood. This was a thriving community and he had managed to survive in freedom there, pretending to be owned, until he had sampled too much ale and fallen foul of the bounty huntress who would now claim the price she made. She sat behind him, pulling on the chain about his neck frequently, making him tense the muscles in his upper body in an effort to keep upright. She knew this would give the women a chance to view his assets. He was neither Hercules nor Adonis, but would serve one of these women well. Like all males, Nilok was no stranger to being owned by women. His education was a succession of canings and whippings by women, before women. Collared for as long as he could remember, he had been tugged on a leash from one household to another in the servitude of many women. As soon as he reached puberty, he had learned to serve mistresses in another way and this was the only pleasure he had known at the hands of females. Needless to say, punishment went hand in hand with the meagre relief offered him. He had been a runaway on several occasions; either the cold or hunger forcing him back into servitude under one matriarch or another. As each community was feudal and held its own rules, males from elsewhere were considered the property of the finder. On his last 'run' he had escaped from a particularly vicious female at the northern citadel of Stellar Regina. He had been attending an apothecary and had secured some balm for a whipping which had gone septic. This was close to the very steep boundary wall to the west of the community. As he left with the balm, a landslip took a section of the 25 foot wall down the hillside with it; he and about twelve other males took their leave of that establishment at that time. He picked up a steady pace and did not stop running south for a good two hours. He had vaulted small streams, run through larger ones, zigzagged through countless woodland and sprinted across open glades. He could not help smiling as he plodded up the hills and careered down the valleys. Even going arse over on three occasions did nothing to dampen his spirits. He had worked his way south over a period of three days. On the second day, his stomach gurgling with hunger, he had been fortunate enough to venture close to a manor and had come across two sword carrying women, with a party of tethered woodsman. They had carelessly left their lunch unattended; he had relieved them of some welcome bread and cheese, and slipped off back into the undergrowth unseen. The woodland was just warm enough to allow him to sleep through most of the darkest hours; he lay looking up at the stars through the canopy above, disturbed only by the snorting of badgers and the odd blood-curdling cry of the vixen. He was soon awake in the half-light though; wracked by cramp in the dewy dampness, he would brush off the moss and leaves and jog on till the dawn sunlight warmed his bones. On the third day he crossed a sunlit ridge and looked down on a towering citadel. The habitation nestled on a small hill at an apex between two higher sweepingly curved and wooded hills; its position was symbolically feminine, as though it were the place of sensitivity at the nub of that most womanly of female features. This omen made him smile and wary too; it was inviting in more way than one, he would be well and truly within the domain of the female on this occasion. He could see the small plumes of smoke coming from the various little establishments around the citadel; some of these would be bakeries. His stomach growled. Though freedom was the one thing he really relished, he could not live in the woods forever. He had retained the collar about his neck from the last confinement; he had thought of discarding it, but would use it to his advantage. It was after all, a sign of ownership; if he could get in there, he could sham that he belonged to a female and live a life of semi-captivity. It seemed like the best option he had. His damp trousers were hanging by the last notch on his belt, and his feet were perpetually cold and damp in his felt boots. Though the name of this place was not known to him yet, Ovum Fortis looked increasingly inviting. He would be drawn in to the womanly fold before him; its geographical symbolism serving to mimic that eternal trap by which all males are enslaved. Nilok approached the citadel by way of the fertile valley which led up to the northern entrance. He was careful to duck down low by the stream and ponds which ran parallel to the rudimentary cart track which was elevated close by. As the sun set, the towers cast huge shadows across the valley to his left; and he crept up to the very base of the wall at the north-eastern quarter, out of sight of any possible sentry at the gates around the curve of the wall. As dusk descended, he was preparing for another night in the open, when he saw a portly woman astride a train of carts loaded high with sacks. The horses wallowed out of the gloom of the valley; the woman visible in her white robes. A male slave walked before the leading horse. As Nilok looked back along the line of six carts, he noted a pair of legs hanging from the fifth; whoever it was that was supposed to be minding the tail end was not doing his duty. He had to act fast, and scuttled down and across the open ground to the rear of the train, using the cover of what small bushes there were. He heard the massive gates being wheeled open as he boldly held on to the rear cart. A cold sweat came over him as there was no time to hide amongst the heavy sacks; as he put his arms over the back of the cart, his hand grabbed something. To his delight, he had found a cattle whip. He now felt bold enough to stand back a yard or so as the tail end of the train passed into the confines of the citadel. The slender female guards with their exposed blades and crossbows smiled lustily at him and he smiled back, whip over shoulder as he passed them by. There was no going back. He had dodged from pillar to post, poaching pies and convincing some of the older women that he had been sent to help them by his benevolent owner, in the hope that they'd feed him for his charity; some of them were more than glad to see him and allowed him favours which he took great comfort in; so did they, and he was rewarded with a little money. He was just beginning to get into a sort of petty gigolo lifestyle when he became too casual with some ale which a kind lady had made available to him. A pair of eyes had been watching him from afar, and tracked him as he bumbled back to his place of rest. It was patently apparent to the bounty huntress that he was fair game, when she watched him clamber into a makeshift bed in the recesses of an old barn. He awoke to find himself trussed and tethered by a very sharp looking brunette with soft brown eyes. She stroked his hair. "Having seen you perform, I'd like to keep you for myself, but you know how things are. With the way you've been advertising yourself, I expect there will be a fair queue of women making bids for you. I'll be able to take a month off!" So there he was, on sale again. He looked down at the women there. Some looked so soft and gentle, others carried whips. They all eyed the males with that look of contempt that came so naturally to them when viewing a prospective male slave. The auctioneer lifted her head and licked her lips, looking back at the selling females with their livestock. "Time to display them!" The women stepped forward and released the lower garments of the males. Nilok's brunette smiled as she cupped his balls and stroked his member so the ladies might view him. Inevitably, all the males on show soon displayed healthy erections. Though size was not imperative, the demonstration of their arousal was usually a sign that they remained in rude health. Several of the women caught his eye as he stood with the brunette's delicately gloved small hands, exaggerating the extent of his manhood. He could see she had done this many times before. Their trousers replaced, the bidding began. The mid-morning sun now made beads of sweat trickle down his cheeks as he concentrated on the crowd of women, hoping his luck would prevail for once. One by one, the softer looking women disappeared; they had either just been for the entertainment or had not the funds required for the males on show. Quite often they just turned up for the 'display', and then went home, no doubt choosing a lucky male from the household to sate the arousal which lingered from their brief excitement. Either way, he was not to get lucky with a soft woman today. The bounty huntress unhitched him and led him down the steps to a large rotund, woman with two younger girls in tow. She grabbed his face by the cheeks and twisted his head one way then the other. Her long blonde hair was plaited in pig tails; she was not exactly ugly, but she had a very stern presence about her, which was magnified by the short mean whip she carried. She smirked at him as she passed the coinage to the pretty huntress. She sneered at him and turned away, displaying her tight prim buttocks as she went; how he wished she'd kept him. The large woman leashed him by the collar he now wished he'd discarded. She smiled wickedly at him. "Let's get him home for a bath girls; I want to see what he looks like when he's clean." As she pulled him along out of the market place, and toward the eastern side of the hill, he watched her large bottom mince in the thin skirt she wore. The two young girls often turning and discretely eyeing him, they were both very pretty; perhaps it would not be so bad after all. They walked for 15 minutes or so, and then came to a small homestead close to the eastern wall, with a fair sized smallholding which was diversely cultivated. He was taken into the cosy wooden building, and walked through to a large tub set in the stonework of a patio area; this was half full with water. A large hopper with an open fire under it was heating the water within it. He was leashed to a support. The girls opened a tap from the hopper and hot water gushed down a gulley into the tub. They then undressed him, as his new owner did the same before him. She smiled as her huge breasts and cheeks wobbled as she descended into the tub. One of the girls hurriedly undressed and picked up a large sponge as she joined her mistress; his cock was now more than a little excited on viewing the lithe young woman's naked body. The other girl had also stripped and she blushed as his member brushed against her as she untethered him. He was now fully aroused as he was led down the steps of the tub by the nubile maiden to greet his new mistress. She picked her short whip from the side of the tub, and flicked it at him, making him kneel in the warm water between her legs as she sat on the submerged seat. "My name is Clara; you will call me Mistress Clara. I am your new owner. You will do exactly as you are told, as and when I tell you. You will be worked during the day on my land, and perform other manual duties. You will keep me warm at night and pleasure me when required. You will be whipped for any disobedience whatsoever." The two girls either side splashed their sponges petulantly, careful to raise their sweet little breasts just above the waterline. His cock pulsed in the luxury of the tepid water. The woman flicked her whip again. "If I learn that you have so much as looked at my girls when I'm not here, you will find yourself wearing your balls around your neck before the hour is out." His rectum clenched at the assertive woman's comment, though he knew he'd be tempted. "Tonight you will get to know your new mistress intimately, so we'll have you thoroughly cleaned now." The young girls dipped their sponges and began to rub him down; this part was exhilarating, but he knew the mistress may require special services; his balls tingled as she toyed with her whip in the water. To be continued... Herworld Chronicles Ch. 02 The bath had been sheer luxury for him, and even the fat woman looked very attractive as her huge arse and milky thighs were brushed by her lengthy blonde hair. She stroked the air with the whip menacingly as he was led on his leash, and the two young beauties; their nipples erect with excitement, smiled knowingly at him. He was led through the wooden house to the main sleeping chamber; a large and comfortable bed was positioned centrally, a large open fire opposite, which cast warm flickers around the room. There were also many mirrored candles, which illuminated the scene warmly. She stopped. "Kneel there and await my command." The girls followed the woman to the bed; they sat daintily and expectantly on either side, after the ample woman had clambered into the middle; the bed heaving and sinking as she laid back, her huge breasts lolloping across her chest. She discarded the whip and pulled a long flexible cane from behind the bedstead. "Now girls, we shall see just how obedient our new slave is, and if he recognises his place amongst women." She parted her flabby thighs to reveal immense and bulbous lips which protruded from a bush of mousey hair. "Come! I want you to lie on the bed with your face between my legs." As he clambered between the two young girls, the leash was passed to the woman. She pulled him close, grinning with satisfaction as he snuggled between her huge thighs. Her fat rolled as she made herself comfortable; his face was virtually up her sex, and the bristly hairs tickled his nose. The cane cut the air and stung his arse; the girls giggled with glee. His reaction was to take a sharp intake of breath; this completed his erection fully, as he sampled the sweet scent of womanly arousal. Though she had just bathed, her fresh excitement was wonderful to smell, if not visually ideal. "That's it; you take in the scent of your new mistress. Don't you dare lick me until I give you the command. Girls, you may spank his arse while he sniffs." He was already in danger of coming by the time the girls were told to stop their spanking; the action had had his bulging cock squirming against the bed, and the woman's scent was ever more intoxicating as she fingered the wet folds as he sniffed for all he was worth. She pulled her flabby legs up and back, exposing her moist and very generous sex. "Get your tongue in there now and pay homage to your new mistress." She tugged his leash, and he was enveloped in her hot juicy folds. The taste was as good as the scent; her buttocks wobbled and flapped as he lapped his tongue up and down the length of her sex, deftly drooling down to the massive dimple of her anus and exciting that too. He worked up; his nose hooking on under her clitoris at one point, his face wearing her sex like a mask. Just as it seemed she would come, and allow his excited cock to spend on the sheets too, she lifted his head and revolved her obese body on the bed. He was now faced by a huge flabby arse and immense thighs. She poked her bottom back and spread her wobbly cheeks. "Now watch him lick a woman's arse." The all too liberal use of his tongue had obviously helped give her the idea. He lent in and was enveloped by the heat and rich tang of her rear hole, as she let her cheeks go. He probed long and hard into her freshly bathed nether regions, and wondered how intense this would be had she not just visited the tub. The girls took turns to tease his erect member as he serviced his mistress's arse for the first time. When she'd had her fill he was laid down on his back. She straddled him and the girls smiled as she descended slowly upon his face. He spluttered and struggled to breathe beneath her hot juicy mound and flabby buttocks. "This is where you want your slave girls; only allow him relief if he performs well." The girls eyed his erect and straining cock, as the huge woman rolled her flabby folds back and forth, smothering her charge. Nilok gasped and coughed as he involuntarily inhaled and drank her nectar. It was not long before she started to moan in earnest and jig excitedly, nearly breaking his nose at times. At last she wailed with pleasure and clenched her buttocks, nearly asphyxiating him. She slumped forward, her huge breasts wobbling as she panted. She shuffled forward slightly and moved her now sticky arsehole over his nose. He was panting to, and she now ensured he did so through his nose. "When you take your male's cream for the first time, make sure he is positioned thus. That way he will learn to associate orgasm with the scent of your arse; this will help your male know his place. You should have him give himself this way at least one in every three occasions, or you will spoil him." His cock was like a broom handle as he felt the chubby fingers squeeze about his cock; she hummed with contentment as she stroked him toward delivery. He sniffed and snorted her tangy scent and was half delirious as he felt the first glorious spasms announce his coming relief. "When you have spent, I shall allow you to lick my girls to pleasure. You'll not be allowed this when aroused, as you are not their male and are not to be trusted; but you may enjoy the thought of what you are about to do before you surrender your cream." The sweet smell of her bottom as he lay pinned by her soft folds, with the thought of those sweet young pussies made him convulse violently in ecstasy; his back arched as much as her bulk would allow, his cock went into a rigid and the girls cheered in unison as he gratefully shot loop after loop of his hot mess in their honour. He truly enjoyed the womanly waft through his nostrils as he savoured pulse after pulse until the orgasm subsided. Clara, his new owner, rolled her body off the bed and washed his face vigorously with a flannel wet with soapy water, then dried him. The two young girls now lay side by side at the head of the bed. They tossed a coin; the girl on the left would have her service first. She giggled and pulled her legs back. He eyed her delicious young sex; albeit with flaccid cock; Clara picked up her cane and drew his attention by poking his cock with it. "Remember, I'll be watching you. Any deviation from your task and I shall thrash you." He duly moved up and lay down; the girl looked eagerly at him as he moved to lick her firm, tight little pussy. She shuddered and whimpered as soon as he made his first delicate contact; her scent and taste was suitably virginal. Her juices were nectar, and his cock was recovering fast; she pulled her legs up high and wide and squealed with pleasure as he worked her clitoris as hard as he could. She grabbed his head and pulled him and squeezed her legs about him till her pleasure ebbed away. As he knelt up on the bed to allow her companion the same, his cock was evidently in a state of revival. Clara gave it a healthy stroke with the cane and he crumpled onto the bed. "You mind you don't get the wrong idea, now." She sneered as he faced the other girl; she looked almost sympathetically at him as she spread and licked her lips. Having performed his duty for her too, Clara gave his arse a stroke with the cane for good measure, and just to let him know who owned him. He was fed and watered by the girls and then had his wrists and ankles tied as he lay on a palliasse next to the bed; his fat mistress would need no warming this spring night. He slept reasonably well, despite the snoring of his new owner. He hoped her attitude toward him would soften, but he was to be disappointed. He was put to work in the morning; it was a pleasure to be out in the crisp morning air, and he was already gazing around his new surroundings, with the view to the easiest escape route. He looked down at the citadel wall which was unassailable at the end of the smallholding. The boundaries had flimsy fences which were laced with brambles and faced with spikey blackthorn and dog roses; his only way out was through the homestead building. He spent till noon up to his knees in dirty water, clearing the rudimentary main irrigation ditch which ran from a stream that cascaded down past the main fortification. As the sun shone warmly as it rose from the east, he looked up at the citadel and wondered about the fine women that must inhabit its lofty quarters. This was a theme his mind revisited as he toiled through the morning; a bark from a less fine example snapped him from his dream. "You wash yourself down and get ready to go to market. I'll need you to carry for me." He did not hesitate as his toes were well and truly numb, despite the favourable weather. He washed the mud out from between his toes and donned his trousers and felt bots once more. Clara leashed him and led him out of the Homestead and across the cobbled streets to the bustling market. She smiled at passers -by she was vaguely acquainted with as they eyed her new acquisition. Though he was neither he-man nor Prince Charming, he looked a very good catch for Clara; some of the older women made this apparent by giving a studied and indifferent sneer as they passed. She held her head high and wiggled her huge arse preposterously as she paraded him along. He had a negative view of the situation, as he saw males older, younger, thinner, fatter and downright dog-ugly in the tow of shapely and soft looking women. He yearned to swap with some of them; some grinned at him, as they viewed Clara, making him bare his teeth and gesture at them. When they got to the stall that was Clara's port of call, he was loaded with a large sack of seeds and they wandered about for a while as she viewed articles of less importance. This gave him the opportunity to view his new surroundings. From the market place, which was elevated, he could see over the small shabby rooftops to more grandiose properties to the west of the citadel; large sleek buildings with comfortable gardens rather than ramshackle smallholdings. He could also see over the west wall; a huge and dense forest lay about half a mile off, he could just make out a woman in black on horseback riding up to the perimeter of the arboreal jungle. As he turned, a shower of apples cascaded from a split sack; even though he was burdened with a great weight, he automatically bent and helped retrieve them. Clara was gossiping to another and preoccupied. As he stood once more he was confronted by a smiling and very grateful woman with vivid chestnut coloured hair; her eyes were a startling blue and her sweet red lips complemented her hair. She was obviously mature in years but was perfectly shaped, a tight belt around the waist of her long green dress accentuating feminine hips and nicely rounded breasts. If he had to spend his life as a slave, this is where he'd like to be. As she thanked him and took the apples he got close enough to smell her, and sniffed at her involuntarily when she was close. She smiled at him all the more, as he blushed, feeling a fool. "Thank you so much, I can see you must be a worthy asset." She said, and she bent over to pick up her basket without bending her legs, offering him a view of a beautifully rounded bottom. Oh how he wished he could perform for her the way he had for Clara! The stallholder evidently had more goods for her and asked what area she lived in; she gestured over to the houses in the west. Inevitably, Nilok's heart sank; he was unlikely to have this woman excite his senses again. His back felt the strain as he bore the weight of the sack on the way back across to the eastern quarter; he looked up at the blue skies and only the whistling of the first swifts of the coming summer, with their absolute freedom, helped lift his feeling of desolation. Back at the smallholding, he was given a meagre bread roll to eat, and then put to work digging furrows in the spongy earth close to the east wall. By four o'clock his whole body ached, and he yearned for rest. At six o'clock, Clara wobbled down to him, took him back up to the homestead and bade him dip in the tub. Though cold, this was a welcome respite from the day's work and served to refresh him. He looked back at the smallholding; though this was not the hardest work he had faced, he resolved from that moment on to make his departure as soon as was possible. The lot of the other males he had seen earlier at the market had left him feeling seriously short-changed. Summer would shortly be upon them and his chances in the wilderness would be enhanced by this. Clara provoked his yearning by having him depart with the two girls to an ale house; he was provided with an empty firkin to replenish, the girls were given enough cash to secure the necessary and extra to purchase gin also. His weary limbs were led on a leash in the warm evening sunshine to a tavern close to the market; once again he was treated to a view over the western side of the community. The vista was especially rich at this point as the rosy glow of the setting sun bathed the ample residences in a warm orange hue. The glorious russet tones only made him think all the more of the copper haired woman he'd seen at the market earlier; she was somewhere down there now, it pained him to imagine someone else entertaining her. Firkin on his shoulder, he and the two girls descended into the shadows of the dank eastern quarter once more; they would wait till dawn before the warmth of the sun blessed them once more. Back at the homestead, he was tethered by the palliasse once more, whilst his large host quaffed the ale and gin with a circle of friends she had invited. As the door to the sleeping chamber was left open, he was within view of the party of female guests as they socialised. He could not help notice several of them making eyes at him furtively, when Clara's attention was elsewhere. If only he could work it so that one of these would ask to have him carry out some tasks unleashed at their home, he could then make his escape. Later that evening, his inebriated mistress treated him to a few strokes of the cane just for good measure, before slumping onto her bed to snore the night away. The following morning he found himself being taken from the homestead once again, as he stood outside the front of the building he noted a barred area, like a cell, to the side of the structure. Clara noted he has seen this as they stood waiting for one of the girls to emerge from the homestead. "That's where you'll spend time if you displease me; it's been the last resting place of several of my previous males, it can be a little harsh in inclement weather." She smiled smugly at him as she then viewed the arrival of the second of the nubile girls from the house. He was taken to a friend's house which was just past the tavern at the beginning of the western quarter. Clara and the two girls sat with the slender owner of the house, drinking fruit juice as Nilok and her own slave were set to work whitewashing the exterior walls. As he moved his ladder round to a gable end his eyes glanced down to a larger residence about two hundred yards farther down the hill; there was the attractive woman he has seen at the market, talking to two other women in the front garden. Life was just not fair. He looked down at flabby Clara. He was untethered and would flee at the first chance. He took his time as he pasted the walls; the wash dripping from his wrists. The woman were deep in discussion over some trivia, as he had descended the ladder to refill his paint kettle; he looked back at the short picket fence at the side of the house, and casually stepped over it. He didn't look back as he flew down the hill unseen. To be continued shortly Herworld Chronicles Ch. 03 He saw many a palatial residence as he ventured through the broader thoroughfares of the western district; he walked as soon as he was out of sight of his captors, to avoid possible attention. He dwelt a little as he passed the house where he'd seen the desirable woman from the market. The house was so inviting, stucco walls with a green tiled roof; rambling roses adorned the front wall and part of the house. He could see a lengthy lawn round the side of the house; more roses and spring flowers abounded in the surrounding beds. He yearned for another look at her, but it was not to be. He was startled by a small girl who had seen him and tapped his arm. Despite her diminutive size, he froze with fear. "If you're looking for Mistress Serena, she may be at Maidenbower Manor today; it's her country house within the Darkwood." He looked around, the girl was unaccompanied, and he breathed a sigh of relief and then asked more of her. "Mistress Serena; she has deep red hair, a slender lady with blue eyes?" The girl smiled at him as though he were a little simple. "Yes of course, she sometimes teaches at my school; we call her 'Mistress rusty' because of her hair." He smiled softly back at the child and asked her where the Darkwood was? She pointed over the wall at the dense forest he'd seen from up the hill. He patted her on the head and she skipped off. He watched as the picture of innocence faded into the distance; it pained him to think that no more than a toss of a coin might decide whether she became a Clara or a Serena when she reached adulthood. He strolled down to the west gate and found that there were a minimal amount of sentries at this point; the fact that it faced the forest with a few rough tracks leading to the gate meant that only a rudimentary guard was necessary. There were already several carts parked up by the gate, laden with animal skins to be traded elsewhere to the west. They would depart in the morning when the gate was wheeled open. Nilok waited till dusk, and then clambered onto one of the carts, covering himself with the musky hides. The stench was somewhat rich, but this was offset by the warmth that the skins provided. He slept soundly, undisturbed by the snoring of any large women. He was awoken by the rocking motion created by the oxen being hitched to the cart. He lay motionless and awaited the sensation of the wheels traversing the cobbles. At last his entire body vibrated as the hard wheels shook between the cobbles, though he knew things might be difficult, he was elated; he was free again. The vibration gave way to a lumpy sensation as the cart left Ovum Fortis and took to the external dirt track. He allowed what he thought was around five minutes to pass before furtively peeping through the hides into daylight. He could see the wall and the citadel in the distance and panned his head round. There, around two hundred yards off, was the forest known as the Darkwood, which now looked very inviting in comparison to his recent confinement. Nilok carefully edged his way clear of the hides and dropped, unseen, from the rear of the cart. He waited for it to move off into the distance as he lay in the lush grass beside the track. He filled his lungs with the sweet fresh air; he was a free man again. He lay on his back surveying the soft blue sky as he waited for the cart to move beyond his field of vision. A skylark fluttered above, head high and warbling its urgent and adversely shrill notes in the warmth of the sun. Nilok smiled to himself as he tried to keep the tiny speck in focus. Nature always held a metaphor that he could identify with; he was anxious yet somehow jubilant. He sat up as the bird's notes faded into the glorious morning sunshine; the forest beckoned. As he stood, he looked back at the wall and the tall citadel, and then he turned to the forest and started to waft his legs through the tall damp grass as he made his way to the trees. Somewhere within this dense arboreal world lay the promise of a manor occupied by a woman he would be pleased to be owned by. It seemed incomprehensible to him at this point, but it gave him the strength to persevere. He penetrated the oaks and ashes; this forest was that dense, the sunlight had difficulty in breaking through the canopy in places, he dipped through one gnarled vale after another, the odd deer his only company; and they did not linger to indulge in conversation. As dusk fell, the eeriness of his situation realised its full potential; he slipped and tripped on inconvenient roots. He decided to rest for the night, and found a suitably comfortable nook within the plentiful roots of a huge oak. Though cooler than he may have wished, the canopy kept him just warm enough to allow him to sleep. He snuggled amongst the leaf litter and drifted off. He was awoken by a sharp shower of rain; the silvery droplets falling in large globules after collecting in the foliage above. He shivered in the grey mist of dawn as the blackbirds doled out their plaintive songs. He slipped and stumbled on stiff legs, and as he tumbled over a fallen bough, a green woodpecker screeched its laughing cry as if to mock him as it darted past in low flight. He picked up a stick and hurled it high up in the direction of the bird; the stick landed with a crack on hard ground, he had slept just yards from a well beaten track. He stepped up to a stony road that wound through the trees and pressed on, the sunshine split the clouds and a roll of thunder echoed in the distance. The road provided signposts to several residences as he cautiously tramped along; 'Hymenia Hall', 'Velveteen House', 'Grace Farm'. He looked furtively down the side tracks to these houses; they were all similarly fortified and he wondered upon the women that ran them. At last he came across the sign he had wished for; 'Maidenbower Manor'. The sun was hot on his back now, as he crept down the track to the manor; it had a high wall with a large wooden gate, though the grounds within were elevated and he could see a finely tended garden before the imposing white three storey building with a castellated roof. He ducked behind a tree when a young woman appeared from a door; a cacophony of noise erupted as the geese she was feeding fought over the grain. He was here, but the woman he desired may still be in Ovum Fortis and what of it anyway? He was only torturing himself with the idea that he could somehow be favoured by her. He laughed at his own folly as he toyed with the collar about his neck; this was sore and he wished he had some balm to ease it with. He stepped out from beyond the tree and started to walk back up the track. The girl with the geese saw the bedraggled figure and called out to him, she could see he was weary and wondered who he was. "Can I help you?" He stopped dead and turned, there was no harm in engaging the woman; she was not armed and he could disappear into the forest at will. He stepped toward the gate. "Oh, I'm just on my way to Ovum Fortis, I err...' The woman could see he was lost for words and knew he was probably a 'stray'. "Would you like some water?" The woman smiled kindly at him through a hatch in the gate; there was a spring in the garden and she bent down and filled a cup from a rack on a post. She was an attractive woman of about 40, and smiled kindly at him as she passed the cup through. She eyed him in a slightly provocative way as he looked at her delicate slender hand as he accepted the cup from her. Dishevelled and tired, the company of a warm woman was all the more inviting; his cock tingled as he noticed the woman's pertly erect nipples through her thin dress. He downed the clear refreshing water in one; she smiled and gave him another without asking. He looked at her full figure, the long thin dress tied around the middle displaying her feminine curves, he could smell her as she passed him the drink and he imagined what it would be like to be tucked up in a soft warm bed with her. He thanked her for the water, and casually asked if it were her house? She giggled. "I am Bella, the Housekeeper; the manor belongs to Mistress Serena of Ovum; that's where she is at this time. She's a very attractive red-haired lady, not easily forgotten once seen." He commented back unconsciously. "I know." She looked at him, puzzled, as he swiftly handed back the cup. He felt he had given away too much and thanked her again, but also made sure she knew who he was. "Thank you Bella, my name is Nilok by the way, and I am forever indebted to you." If only he'd known that Bella was on the verge of inviting him in; she had ideas of a warm cosy bed too. 'Nilok' she thought, as she watched him slip away. He skipped into the forest and cut through back to the road; now he'd seen her country house and found that he would always be offered a drink, he somehow felt he'd achieved a little. He was unsure what to do and his stomach rumbled somewhat; He found a path which dissected the road, a pointer to Ovum Fortis went one way, a Citadel called Femina Bastia lay to the west; he went west along the dark and gloomy path. The forest was very dense here, making it difficult seeing where he was going as soon as the sun began to go down; the situation also had a strange eeriness to it, no birds sang here. He decided to move off the path to find somewhere to sleep. As he stepped through the undergrowth there was a loud crack and he was hoist in the air by one leg; he cracked his head on a root as he went over, he swung there for a few moments, viewing the canopy above as it swirled back and forth; then everything went black. When he awoke again, he found himself bound and slumped over a pony. The animal was led by a woman with bow and daggers; he watched her shapely bottom as she jostled past obstructions, up ahead he could see a small ivy clad cottage nestling between the trees, a plume of grey smoke lifting from its chimney up through the canopy, welcoming lights peeping from the windows a dusk fell. The woman seemed to sense he was now awake and looked back at him with a wicked smile; it seemed he was to have female company whether he liked it or not. As the pony approached the cottage, another formidable looking woman with tight leather leggings and bodice came out. "What have we here?" She slapped his backside playfully, and then squeezed his cheeks, making his cock tingle. She felt his collar. "He must be a runaway; he's collared. He'll keep us warm tonight and then we'll see if there's a bounty for him tomorrow, what say you?" The woman who had brought him in stroked his face and hair playfully. "I've not been entertained by a male for some time; let's make him more comfortable." The two undid his ankles and slid him from the pony; they were both armed with vicious looking daggers and he wasn't about to attempt to escape with his arms bound. He was also very hungry. They walked him into the stone floored kitchen of the cottage and then round to a small bath house. "Tara, you prepare some food, and I'll get the bath ready; he stinks a bit, so we'll all have a nice warm bath together; he can pamper us when we've washed him down; he can pay us in kind for the food." The leather clad woman winked one of her deep brown eyes at him as he smiled and stroked his member through his leggings. He already had a sizeable erection. Though he knew he was doomed to captivity once again, at least he would be more comfortable tonight than he could ever be in the forest. The woman who'd caught him came back into the bath house carrying two large platters of bread rolls, salad and various meats, though this went almost unnoticed to Nilok as the woman was completely naked. Her soft brown hair in an erect pony tail jutted from the top of her head and flared back down to grace her very pleasantly appointed body. Her smile made his cock rigid. As the warm water gurgled into the large bath, the taller of the two women fluffed back her auburn hair from the bun it had been in, and teasingly unleashed her curvaceous body from the confinements of the leather; he could not fail to recognise the sweet aroma of her arousal as she peeled her luscious limbs before him. Nilok's appetites were stretched one way and then the other; the two graceful females were not remotely inhibited about displaying their womanly charms; they delighted in the tease and relished having their way with him. His stomach rumbled as he viewed the food now set out on a marble shelf by the bath. The steam rose from the warmth of the water and a sweet oil added to it made it all the more inviting to his grubby and weary body. The two women turned their attentions to him as they loosened his bonds, and both grinned at each other with satisfaction as the removal of his clothes revealed his erect and ready cock. "Lock his clothes away Magneta, we won't need to tie him again then." The deliciously buxom woman bent over and picked his clothes from the floor, allowing him to view her beautiful arse and thighs as she kept her legs straight. "You'll be seeing that again soon." Giggled Tara, as Magneta disappeared into the next room. He heard the clank of a heavy door, and the auburn haired beauty returned minus his clothes. His cock tingled as he watched her full breasts wobble toward him. She grabbed his eager cock and pulled him to the bath. The feeling of the warm water around his body was luxurious; the two women took turns to wash him down and rinse his hair. They had him kneel and gave his cock and balls a thorough inspection as they teased his genitals with their soft hands and a sponge. He was then invited to repay the compliment, and he was close to ejaculating when Magneta knelt forward on all fours and had him sponge her delicious arse and pussy. The danger of him coming prematurely was even closer as she toyed with his cock in the warm water as he obliged Tara in the same way. Satisfied with the hygiene, they dried their hands and enjoyed the food in the warmth of the bath. Tara looked wistfully at him. "Magneta, there are all sorts of things that need doing here; it would be nice to keep him." Magneta frowned a little and looked at him also. "Tara, you know we can't keep him. All the little things that need doing here wouldn't keep him busy for more than a week, and we need the money to do those things anyhow. Believe me, I would love to have cock on tap whenever we feel the need for comfort, but it's just not viable. Let's have a night to remember; it's only occasions like this that make you really appreciate a male anyway." Tara nestled up to him and squeezed her sweet breasts against his hairy chest. "I want his cock first then!" Magneta smiled and acknowledged her companions wish. "I intend it to be a long night; he's not going anywhere until we've both been completely satisfied." They rose from the bath and pulled him up in unison. The women had him rub them dry before he attended to himself; they then sauntered off and beckoned him to follow. He was taken into a very cosy bedroom with a large fluffy bed adorned with furs. He was made to kneel, and both women had their arses licked by him as a sign of humility. They had him lie on the bed and took turns to straddle his face; he licked at their freshly cleaned pussies and they were soon pleasantly aroused. Tara declared she wanted his cock urgently and eased herself on to his excited cock as Magneta descended across his face once more. Both women were now very juicy and writhed in pleasure as the slender Tara bucked her tight pussy up and down his length, whilst his face was engulfed by the red bush of Magneta. Her beautiful scent and hot sticky pussy drove him wild as Tara clasped hers about his cock. As if by magic, all three came in unison. He had never been so happy a captive as at that point; Magneta's beautiful arse and pussy thrilled his nose and mouth as she ploughed back and forth in frenzy. Tara screamed like a vixen as her moist pussy engorged itself with his cock, which spurted again and again as Nilok enjoyed the welcome relief of an excellent orgasm. Tara had him lick her clean afterwards; both women loved their natural dominance over males; his cock tingled in readiness for its next adventure, as he lapped his own mess from her sweet sex. Magneta slapped his arse playfully as he serviced Tara; she wanted his cock more than ever now, and became increasingly spiteful in her impatience. They lay for a moment; Tara with her arse clasped about his face; having her anus probed, whilst Magneta teased his balls with one hand and stroked his cock back to urgent stiffness with the other. She would have him come into her if it was the last thing he ever did; she needn't have worried, he easily found the buxom woman the more attractive of the two and was just as eager to give himself up to her. She was almost worth being recaptured for; he was only anxious that the following day would come too soon. Magneta offered her sweetly smelling pussy to him once more, and he licked and lapped at her lips and clitoris till she was sufficiently excited; she then swapped places with Tara as he surrendered his cock to her formidable body. Tara's slender body allowed him the luxury of being able to lick her pussy and keep his nose close to her tangy anus. This enhanced his orgasm which was just as luxurious as the first; the buxom bitch slapped up and down on his torso as she drained his cock of his warm gift, enjoying a heavenly orgasm too. Tara moaned with her secondary relief as he licked and sniffed for all he was worth. Magneta also had him clean up his mess, but there was less urgency now; Tara lay asleep, satisfied with her entertainment. Magneta stoked his bottom with a cane as she enjoyed a more leisurely clean up. Nilok was also enjoying paying homage to this beautiful woman, and his cock was stiff again as he rubbed it on the sheets as she stroked a little harder with the cane. She knew he wanted to come whilst servicing her; she lifted her legs and had him lick her now sweetly scented anus. She giggled softly as she fingered herself with the one hand and stroked him vigorously with cane, using the other. He probed the depths of her luscious arsehole as she controlled his writhing with the cane. This was the woman who would deliver him tomorrow; she owned him and controlled him; he thought of her black leather as he tasted submission. She moaned and spanked erratically as he enjoyed the best orgasm of the night; his hot mess squirted between his belly and the sheets as he enjoyed the ecstasy of submitting to a superior and dominant woman. The next morning the two looked a little sad as he was trussed and laid over the pony. They had him bound head to foot and slipped a sack over his head so they did not have to look at him. Magneta thought about keeping him for one more night; she had thoroughly enjoyed him. Then she resigned herself to reality, and the two women set off on their horses on the track to Ovum Fortis, the pony with its trussed package in tow. His heart sank as he heard those gates being wheeled open. The women looked at the 'Missing Slave' posters which adorned the wall as you came in; it wasn't long before they found a fresh looking one with Clara's name on it. The fat woman made the two girls watch as he was tied to a post and whipped mercilessly by the flabby woman. The girls winced as he cried out in pain as the flail cut his back and buttocks. After she had worked up a sweat and was satisfied he'd had enough, she lifted her dress and had him lick her sweaty arse to thank her for the punishment. He was then thrown into the cage and lay motionless on the cold stone floor. On their way back to the cottage, Magneta and Tara stopped and spoke to a woman with vivid copper hair. She was apparently asking about someone who had been looking for her. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 03 TO BE CONTINUED Herworld Chronicles Ch. 04 As Nilok carefully stretched and nursed his soreness, he looked out across the street and then up to the lofty citadel, dreaming once more of what might be. He held the bars as various women passed by with their slaves in tow; either ignoring him completely or giving brief glances of utter contempt. As his eyes followed the rear of a particularly shapely woman down the street, something touched one of his hands; it was the little girl he'd seen over to the west. She smiled pitifully at him and passed him a large ripe apple. "Mistress Serena says this is for you." She smiled at him as he thanked her and skipped across the street and a little way down a side street. His heart raced as he saw the child link hands with the lovely Serena; she looked at him from afar and smiled weakly before turning guiltily away with the child in tow. He stood rigid against the bars, staring after her long after she had disappeared from sight. Eventually he slumped down and groaned, cursing his forgetfulness as his back stung with pain. He looked at the apple; he wanted to keep it forever, but was hungry too. As he crunched through the morsel, he wondered how things would pan out; did she feel for him on only seeing him the once? Was this merely an act of pity or charity? How could he see her again? As he ate even the core, a woman with four males on a chain rang the bell of the house. She gave Clara some money and Clara pointed at him. She opened the cage and struck him with a large stick, just for good measure. He winced with pain again as the rear of the chain was attached to his collar. The woman smiled dolefully at him. "Ready for a nice day's work up at the citadel? I've paid good money so you'd better be; I'll cut your balls off otherwise." He was glad to get away from Clara, regardless of what toil lay ahead. Two more hapless males were collected as they were marched up the winding streets to the lofty citadel. He found it almost exhilarating when they traversed the narrow streets up near the base of the looming towers; he was able to look down and across the vista of Ovum Fortis and the forests and fields that lay beyond; somehow, he could just not get that forest out his mind, it was so inviting. Eventually they entered the lower stories of the citadel. Just as he'd imagined, there were some very fine young women there. They giggled and waved at the grubby males from a veranda overlooking the area which was being newly constructed. A pretty, but assertive looking woman with tight leggings cracked a long whip through the air; it was apparent what would happen if they slacked. He was given a leather sling- like object, with which he was to carry huge rocks from a pile below, up the winding stairs to where the masons worked. The whip was cracked behind him as he struggled at first; he soon got the technique, and spent several hours skipping up and down endless stairs. They were allowed breaks every so often, and as he sat his hands bled where he'd been over casual and dropped rocks on them occasionally. As he took a cup of water in one hand, a slender hand took the other and gently washed the dirt from it, before applying a soothing cream to the cuts. It was one of the masons, who were all female and showed a great deal of kindness to their male labourers. This one was very pretty indeed and about half his age. She had him change hands and tended the other. A companion came over and whispered something in her ear. "I think she'd like to take you home with her; I bet you'd like to make her comfortable too." Giggled the young woman; he smiled and was about to return the compliment when the conversation was cut short as the woman who'd taken him from Clara, loomed up and the masons waved goodbye. "Back to work now; you're not on sale here, you know who your mistress is." He knew all too well, and picked up another rock. He had been hard at work, and as noon approached, he was allowed to sit once more. His hands were in better shape now; his technique had improved and the cream had eased the soreness. He gratefully downed several cups of cool water whilst chewing a stiff bread roll as he exchanged furtive glances with the pretty masons. Shortly before he was to be prompted back to his labours, the plaintive notes of a flute cut the air from the veranda; the notes were anything but expert and when the attempted tune ceased, he heard distant giggling from the building. After a pause, a bolder tune arose; it was expertly tuneful and pleasing to the ear, the lips that now blew knew how to hold a note. As the associate of Clara motioned to her team to resume, he stood and was amazed at what he saw. There under the veranda with the girls he'd seen earlier was Serena. She stood, also transfixed as she stared straight at him, dropping the flute. The girls giggled and almost bumped heads in their haste to be the first to pick it up. Serena's face broke into a bewildered smile, as the breeze wafted her elegant hair to one side. A crack of the whip from the slender woman in the yard brought him swiftly to his senses, and he bent to pick his first rock of the shift, looking back and not believing his luck. He now descended the stairs with impatience on each trip, and dwelt overly- long in the courtyard as he chose each rock, listening for the flute and hoping she was still there. Though the plaintive notes of the girls' music lesson had faded after an hour or so, he hoped upon hope that she'd still be there when he was allowed the final afternoon Break. Serena had finished her scheduled tuition of the girls, and having watched him toil from the veranda, had extended things as long as she could. Her pupils were glad of the attractive woman's company and were happy she remained a little longer; she was not like the dragon who taught them violin. Serena tingled when she watched him; why had he risked punishment just to see where she lived? The little girl had told her of the man who stood by her house, and Bella had described 'Nilok' at the Manor. She had been strangely elated when the two huntresses had been able to say exactly who owned him, and where he was kept. She bade goodbye to the girls as the weary team began to assemble in the courtyard for the final break. Nilok listened hard and sat down whilst looking urgently about him. As he leaned over and filled a cup, Serena stepped out and descended the steps that led down from the veranda, and stood next to a buttress which hid her from the guard. He nearly dropped the cup as he saw her standing not six feet from him; he walked smartly over without hesitation. He automatically knelt before her, obscured from the view of others by the buttress. She tingled a little more with the closeness of him; she'd love to watch him work in her garden or at the manor and then have his company in the evenings; he was very nice. She came to her senses; he was someone else's. "Why did you come to my house, and then my manor? I could have you whipped for snooping about my property; why, males have been hanged just for suspicion of burglary!" He looked up at her and spoke in obvious sincerity, "I just wanted to see you, I just find you so attractive." He looked at her and thought how he would willingly accept a whipping if she were to administer it. Blue eyes met green, and her pussy tingled with excitement at the idea of having him on his knees before her on a regular basis. He stood as a commotion behind them ruined the momentary idyll they shared. "I'm only here once a week, I doubt I shall see you tomorrow." To his astonishment she grabbed his arms and kissed him on the cheek; he savoured the fragrance of her for just a moment, then she was gone, up the steps. His cock bulged from his leggings as he resumed his work. At six, he was linked to the others and they were marched back down to where their various owners kept them; there was no burning sunset this evening, just dappled sunshine mixed with rain in the air, though this did not dampen his spirits. Clara dragged him in when he returned and dumped him in the bath. She got in with him and had him wash her fat body down. She constantly struck his arms and shoulders spitefully with a thin cane. "I've heard how you flirted with those young masons; I'll teach you to be disrespectful to young women and put me to shame. You shall have a caning before you lick my arse tonight." She smiled dominantly down at him as he knelt and padded her dry. He rubbed her huge cheeks knowing his face would be engulfed by them soon; the globes wobbled mockingly at him as she teased him with the cane. "You enjoy that arse as much as you can; the money you'll earn me at the citadel will go to my buying a new younger slave; he'll be obedient and not run off, like you. I shall let you watch him fuck me." This did not bother Nilok too much, he was almost relieved. She sneered at him, pleased to have told him that his labours were to provide a younger, fresher, cock for her. He was leashed and taken to the bedroom; no sweet young girls this evening to provide distraction, they were having a holiday at a remote manor somewhere. She had him kneel down facing the fire in the bedroom, and tethered his wrists to supporting post at head level; he could droop under the severe caning she intended giving him, but would not be able to go flat to the floor. She would have her satisfaction even if he passed out with the pain. She strutted around the post cutting the air with cane, ensuring he had ample time to fully appreciate that he was to be severely punished. Though she was not particularly attractive to him, being bound naked before a naked woman, and with the growing scent of her arousal permeating the room, gave him an erection. Clara sneered all the more when she saw this and gave his cock a sharp rap with cane, making him cry out. She then moved to one side of him and pulled her cheeks apart. "Sniff my arse!" He was at her complete mercy and was almost ashamed that he enjoyed the comfort of taking in the warm tangy aroma of Clara's anal scent; the fire and her arousal had made her very sticky. "You'll know pain before you're allowed to lick it. You DO want to lick it, don't you?" He could not deny it, it was natural for all men to be submissive to women, and she was very superior. His cock bulged; he now wanted to worship that huge arse and was almost looking forward to being caned too. "Yes Mistress Clara, I want to lick your arse clean, please cane me." She laughed at his servility and her pussy tingled excitedly at his eagerness to be punished; this enhanced her erotic wickedness, and she would enjoy cutting him with cane all the more. She turned and looked smugly down at him; he was hers to punish and he was defeated already. She pulled his face into her moist arousal. "There, you sniff the woman who will now cane you; if you take your punishment well, and then service my arse nicely I may allow you to masturbate at my feet before you pleasure me fully." He was almost trance-like as his nose accepted the heady and highly seasoned aroma of her womanhood. The scent took command of his mind and body; he wanted to breathe it in forever. She moved back and swished the air with the stick, making his cock pulse with anticipation; he now yearned to be caned. Clara was now as eager to be licked as she was to inflict the pain upon him. She wasted no more time as her pussy squirmed luxuriantly between her bulbous thighs. She stepped back and smiled wickedly as she brought the flexible rod down hard against his waiting buttocks for the first time; Nilok wailed in agony as the cane left its glowing red stripe across his rear. Clara gritted her teeth and sneered through flared nostrils as she savoured each arc and impact of the stinging cane; the action boosted her adrenaline, and he was shown no mercy as the enjoyment of his cries fuelled the spiteful side of Clara's erotic nature. The sweat dripped from her huge breasts and buttocks, mingling with the juices from her sex, as she delivered the punishment with absolute relish. Her pussy tingled close to orgasm at one point, as she revelled in her dominance and he sagged at the pole in utter submission to the cane, and more so to the supreme woman who wielded it. He wept openly as the stinging stripes across his back and buttocks were further enflamed as beads of salty sweat ran into the wounds. Clara tingled with satisfaction; she would have her arse licked now. He sighed with relief as her sweaty thigh brushed his face as she urgently freed his wrists. She had planned to give him a long speech at this point, but her need for his tongue had overcome this. She pulled him toward the bed, and he knelt with his arms over the end of the mattress as he waited for the throbbing pain to subside. Despite the soreness his cock remained erect and dribbled its lubrication. Clara climbed on to the bed and raised her huge thighs, pulling them back to reveal her hot sweaty anus between the folds of her dripping cheeks. "Lick" She commanded. His pain and tears subsided as he duly lay on the bed and willingly took in her luscious scents as he pressed his nose to the warmth of her sex, and his tongue gratefully licked at the tangy musky arsehole, His cock was rigid on the sheets as he licked and probed at the excited and tart juices that flowed from his owners body. Clara stroked excitedly at her clitoris; she wanted to come so much, whilst the memory of his caning was so fresh in her mind, but she was intent on his further humiliation. She mustered all her willpower as the warmth of his tongue probed her anus; this was exquisite but she wanted to see him abuse himself before her. She eased his head out of her folds; he looked at her in anticipation. "Kneel at the foot of the bed. I'm going to watch while you play with yourself, till you shoot your cream. If you don't give me a good show, you shall feel the cane again!" He quickly got down and knelt; she followed and stood dominantly before him. His nose was close to her sex as he gratefully stroked his stiff cock. She grinned and swished her cane as she awaited the warmth of his sticky mess on her ankles and toes. Nilok was happy to know his place as he looked up at the globular breasts of the woman who had reduced him to tears. He closed his eyes and thought of Serena; oh how he would love to be in this position with her! He sniffed at Clara's pussy and duly pumped the contents of his balls all over the feet and lower legs of the fat dominatrix, in a convulsion of pure submissive ecstasy. The pleasure warped through his body again and again as he spurted with utter relief. Clara pressed him down. "Clean up! Then I shall allow you to pleasure me." He willingly licked his salty mess from her feet and ankles as his cock dribbled the remnants of his ejaculation. Though his orgasm had subsided, this act of humility and worship had his cock tingling immediately. He truly knew his place with women. Satisfied he'd rid her legs and feet of his gift, Clara pulled him up and he followed her to the bed once more. She smiled at him in regal dominance, as she pointed to her bulging and ready lips. He did not hesitate and once again sampled the sticky scented delights of her womanhood; this time lapping and licking into the folds and up to the nub of her clitoris as though he would never lick a woman again. She did not need too much attention in that area as the delights she had witnessed earlier had almost brought her off; she soon squeezed his head between those huge thighs as she realised the full erotic benefits of her dominance over him. She indulged in a hot, raw and deeply satisfying orgasm, nearly suffocating her slave. He was not to be allowed any softness, despite the satisfaction he had brought her; he would sleep in the cage once more. She gave him a blanket and laughed as she pushed him into the exposed confinement. He huddled into a corner as the rain washed the perimeter and occasionally blew into his face. Despite the discomfort, his spent body soon relaxed into a deep but tortured sleep. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 05 He woke cold, wet and shivering; the Team Mistress arrived and he was marched to the citadel with the others. She smiled with pleasure at the discomfort of the slaves through the hood of her shiny full length rubberised rain coat. Though cold and wet, the view of her from the rear as she squeaked along with her short whip in hand, gave him an erection as he imagined her naked beneath it. His fantasy ended when he was put to work. The rocks were difficult in the wet and he soon bruised hands, knees and toes as many slips occurred. For five days he was worked, like this, and was fed very little by Clara, who had bought another male on the third day. True to her word she made Nilok watch, while the timid male did his best to satisfy the large and dominant woman; he was overcome by the presence of the formidable woman all too early. He showed his naivety by coming far too soon for her; he bucked and gasped involuntarily as he shot his mess, clenched between her enormous thighs. She thrashed him with a cane, and then dragged him head first into her sweaty sex, nearly smothering him in her anxiety to orgasm. Nilok watched with pity; though the scene aroused him, he was not jealous of the new boy's position. The poor wretch was terrified. Only slightly sated by a less than satisfactory orgasm, Clara lashed the slave face down on the bed, spread-eagled. She wiped the cane across her sex and left it under his nose; ensuring he knew he would be severely punished for his poor performance when she returned. She said little as she took Nilok to the cage, as the rain hammered down. She noted how weak he'd become, and this gave her great pleasure, compensating for the inefficiencies of the slave who lay whimpering on the bed. She sneered as she tossed the damp blanket at him. "You won't be the first slave I've buried down by the wall. Good night." He had slumped in the cold and slept fitfully, the same went for the fourth and fifth night; the only thing that kept him going was the thought of a brief sight of Serena again. Though she had seen him in the cage the once, she could not have conceived he would still be there in such conditions, and with little food. On the sixth morning he awoke sat in a pool of water and wheezed trying to catch his breath. He found he could barely stand. He was dragged up the hill, the others doing their best to support him without being seen to do so. Clara smiled when he was returned in the evening and laughed as he slumped to the floor of the cage. "Not worth much to anyone now are you?" he did not really hear her, as his head buzzed with pain and he sweated with a temperature. He could only think of seeing her tomorrow. The collar stuck to his neck where sores had wept then congealed; he cursed the stinging sensation as he dozed and started through the night. When the team arrived in the cold grey morning, he used all his strength to pull himself up by the bars; he knew something was wrong. As the rain lashed through the cage, he found he could not put one foot before the other; his head raged and he could not fully feel his legs. Clara whipped him with the cane as the other wretches stared pitifully at him. He felt a bubbling sensation rising from his ankles, up through his legs and torso. When it reached his neck, he found the wet stone floor coming up to meet him; the world went black. At the citadel, Serena tried to pay attention to her would-be flautists, but was distracted by the arrival of the team. She looked anxiously for him; where was he? She ventured out at their first break and casually mentioned to the Team Mistress that they seemed to be short today. The Mistress was amazed that she was that observant, and then casually explained that one of them had probably died by now. She laughed as she remarked how she'd left him there, with Clara trying to cane some life back into him. Serena put her head in hands, she was horrified. *** He felt the softness and warmth of soft fabric from the tips of his toes along the length of his body, and his head was laid on soft silk; his hand felt a soft bandage round his neck, and his nose was assailed by a sweet delicate scent. He was almost scared to open his eyes; such were his recent experiences he feared he were dead. As he regained his senses a little more and stirred, a soft hand and arm wrapped itself about him at his front, and a soft warm body clasped him from the rear. "Bella, he's awake, he's going to be alright!" He opened his eyes and looked straight into Serena's. He had truly arrived in heaven; he considered he must be dreaming or dead. He smiled at the apparition and tried to rise, but was still very weak and the women held him firm. Serena cuddled up to him and kissed him softly, her eyes welling up. She was naked and smelt divine; his feeble body managed a weak erection and she giggled as she felt him grow against her thigh. Bella nuzzled the back of his head and squeezed her soft body and ample breasts into his back, which aided his blood pressure tremendously. A tear ran down Serena's cheek and he licked it away. "We thought you might die; you were so hot for around 24 hours, and then you were freezing cold, we've been in bed with you for two days." He smiled and squeezed her, almost scared to ask. "Am I to stay with you?" She broke into a broad smile and engaged him in a long and succulent kiss, teasing him with suspense; she drew back and smiled smugly. "Yes, I've purchased you. You are my property now and this is one of your new homes..." He used what strength he had and pulled her into another kiss before she could finish; his cock pressed hard against her softness, he was recovering by the minute. She pushed him away gasping and giggling. "You'll not be ill-treated anymore; I have lots of jobs for to do and your main task will be to keep me safe and warm... and other tasks assisting me in my tutoring." He wondered what she meant by this, as he felt a hand come from behind his waist and caress his cock; Bella leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering after. "And you'll please her servants too." Serena gently cupped his balls as Bella continued to gently stroke him. "You'll need to sleep to aid your recovery, and if you are strong enough tomorrow, I intend that you will get to know your new mistress and her housekeeper more intimately; your tongue is going to be very busy! I can see you're very excited, so we'll help you settle." Serena picked up a silk napkin from beside the bed and made it ready for Bella's handiwork. He was still very weak, and being mothered by the two attractive women had its own erotic stimulation. He soon shuddered and gratefully spilled his hot cream for Bella, as Serena gently caressed his balls and smiled sweetly as he spoiled the napkin. Bella kissed him and left the bed to prepare some food for later. Serena took great pleasure in softly wiping him clean, before cuddling close and closing her eyes. He held her tight, as if to ensure she would not disappear into some bad dream before he awoke. He sniffed at her flesh and hair, as she squeezed as close as she could to him. As Serena held her new property, she could not believe Clara had let her take him for so little when she had boldly knocked on Clara's door and demanded she sell him to her. Clara was more than happy to accept what she'd paid for him herself; she couldn't see him living more than another day or so. She had a girl get Bella and her cart and had him back at her western house in 10 minutes. Had she been just another hour he might well have never recovered. As soon as he was well enough she would take him to Maidenbower Manor, where he could fully recuperate and where they would have a little ceremony for him, before the small team of servants there. He was nursed through the day and fed each time he woke, by Serena and the doting Bella, who spoon fed him and was very pleased as he regained his strength. "Don't you spill any or I shall have to put you across my knee and give you a good spanking!" She said, longing for the time to come when she could actually oblige him. He dutifully sipped the soup as the warmly assertive woman spooned it, in her matronly manner. She smiled as her words gave him an erection; the thought was enough to make him purposely dribble his food. The women laughed at his audacity; Serena added to his teasing, "If I think you're doing that on purpose, I shall have to cane you as well!" The thought did not help his slumber; having had his face wiped, Serena settled him down again and stroked his hair as she nestled in with him again. He slept fitfully with his erect cock nestling against her thighs; she would not relieve him again as she wanted to enjoy him when he was ready to pay homage to her. He awoke with a start the next morning; Serena was not there, and neither was the bandage about his neck, which had healed nicely. The door opened and the two women came in, smiling seductively at him. They both wore loose dresses which they discarded after placing his breakfast soup on a small table in the middle of the room. His arousal was instant as he viewed the two mature and shapely women standing naked before him. Serena smiled dominantly, as she displayed a soft collar and leash; her ownership of him would now begin in earnest. "Come here and kneel before us. You shall have your breakfast and then we shall have our pleasure of you. You shall spend the day learning what your new mistress and her housekeeper like, and tomorrow you shall come with us to Maidenbower, where you will aid my tuition." The two women watched, secretly anxious that he may not be ready, as he rolled in the bed and placed his feet down for the first time in several days. He was still very weak but had a healthy erection; Bella licked her lips. They almost went to him as he faltered slightly on wobbly legs, but he walked purposely over and knelt in humility before them, much to their relief. His erection pulsed as he knelt looking at the glorious thighs and sweet little ginger and brunette tufts before him; both women had shaved, but left a strip above their delectable lips to show their colours. Bella spooned his first helping; she was delighted with his progress and was eager to have him please her. "You'll definitely feel the warmth of my hand across your buttocks if you spill any today!" he smiled at the dominant but kindly woman as he gulped down the soup; he was anxious to please the women but was too weak to enjoy a spanking just yet. He did not miss a drop and Bella wiped his face in motherly fashion before having him drink a large glass of water to clean his mouth internally; he would soon be tasting soup of another nature. Serena moved close and he sniffed at her as her delicate hands buckled the soft collar about his neck, tugging the leash playfully. He now felt owned by her and his cock dribbled its lubrication at the thought as he sniffed again. "Patience please; you'll be allowed to sniff your Mistress when told!" Giggled Serena, as her milky white thighs and ginger tuft moved tantalisingly close to him. She passed the leash to Bella who tugged it taut to express her dominance also. As Serena moved behind him back to the bed, he looked up at the glorious brunette woman from his knees as she smiled back down at him. "Oh I'm so looking forward to giving you a spanking; you shall have one if front of my maids at the Manor, at the first opportunity." His cock pulsed at the promise and he kissed her feet; much to her delight. She tugged on the leash and turned him, on all fours, as they heard Serena's voice behind them. "Come, you shall know your Mistress now." As he turned he was greeted by a sight he could only have dreamed of just a few days ago. Serena smiled as she viewed him from between her legs; she sat at the foot of the bed, her feet up with legs splayed. He pulled at the leash like a hungry dog as Bella giggled and walked as slowly as possible so that he might savour the sight. Savour it he did; her milky white thighs blended into her beautifully rounded bottom, her sweet ginger sex and invitingly puckered anus displayed and ready to be licked. Bella moved him close and handed the leash to Serena. She smiled and almost drooled as she spoke. "You are now Nilok of Maidenbower Manor, and are the property of Serena of Ovum. You may now sniff your new Mistress and owner. You will lick me when I command it be done. I'll have my bottom sniffed first; commence!" He needed no further encouragement and could see the supreme satisfaction in her face as he looked up whilst he took in the sweet honeyed scent of her anus. He then watched her pussy quiver and her button bulge in and out as his nose hovered over the tangy prize. He yearned to lick and the command seemed to take forever. When it did he gratefully tasted her sweet tang as first he lapped his tongue round the perimeter of her pucker, and then slipped his tongue deep into the warmth of her rectum. Serena sighed with appreciation and put her hand behind his head, encouraging him to probe as deep as he could go. The juices dribbled from her pussy as the full length of his tongue penetrated the heavenly tightness. His cock bobbed and pulsed as his enjoyment of this act of absolute submission to the woman that owned him, made him yearn to be able to come right then. Bella bent down and rubbed his arse with one hand, whilst she ran her nails up and down the underside of his eager cock. Serena pulled him away from her bottom, and his tongue lapped at thin air as he tried to reach the warmth of her anus; it was just so heavenly. She chided him once again about his impatience, as she giggled, both women thoroughly enjoying the tease. Bella playfully slapped his cheeks as he now sniffed urgently at Serena's gloriously aromatic womanhood; the succulent scent of her arousal had him whimpering to be allowed to lick her. Serena kept the leash taut as her scent itself completely dominated him. She eventually let him down as she was eager to have her first orgasm by him. His cock dribbled with excitement as his tongue licked the slippery folds of his new mistress for the first time. He worked vigorously up and down, as her juices dribbled from his chin. He looked over her mound and stared her eye to eye as she began to moan in ecstasy and lifted her legs high. Bella kept his head pressed against her Mistress's sex as he teased and stimulated her clitoris to the point of no return. She moaned in pure ecstasy as the orgasm coursed in wave after wave through her body. She relaxed her legs as he gratefully continued to lap at her juices. Bella pulled back on his leash as Serena kissed his head as she moved from the bed. She took the leash; now Bella would have her arse licked, and then have her orgasm. He was pressed to the same ritual again; Bella's arse was bigger and tangier. She taunted him with threats of spankings and canings as he licked excitedly at her. She nearly suffocated him when he brought her off; she wrapped her thighs about him and screamed in satisfaction as he serviced her to satisfaction. He was now very wobbly on his knees and the women took pity on him. They laid him on the bed, and Serena straddled him, so that he may lick her arse once more. Bella toyed and teased his cock as Serena told him of her tuition. The flute was only an aside to her main tuition which was 'Assertive Husbandry'; she was adept at teaching young females how to assert and master the slaves they would shortly own. Now she had him, they could indulge their fantasies whilst being tutored, and he would be used to demonstrate upon. She had a group of six eighteen year olds scheduled for later in the week; he would be used for the first time on this occasion. She assured him he would enjoy it; as he licked her juicy anus and thought on it, Bella stroked him hard as she felt him pulse. He duly expressed how he felt about it, by erupting in a glorious orgasm; the women giggled triumphantly as he pumped his cream for his new owner for the first time. Serena pushed her bottom tight against his face, as Bella stroked relentlessly, draining his balls with spurt after spurt until he was thoroughly spent. The day was spent in him repeating the gesture many times for the women. They rested him regularly then aroused him with their bodies and talk of what his duties would be with his new life. Though he would no longer face the ill-treatment he received at the hands of Clara, they made it clear that he would be caned and spanked on occasion; this would remind him of his place, and Serena had many pupils who were likely to show him just where that place was. By the time he was allowed to sleep that night, his balls were well and truly drained. The women told him just how pleased they were with him and Serena kissed and petted him to sleep. The rain had relented and the sunshine made everything steam as they sat on the cart on the rough track through the Darkwood. He was still not fully fit but was almost back to his strength. Bella took the reins as Serena cuddled up to him, leash in hand. She could not wait to show him his other new home and have her little ownership ceremony. As the gate opened, three maids ran up to the cart excitedly to see the new slave; they were all very pretty and his cock twitched again. The gate closed behind them; he was Serena's now. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 06 He was still a little feeble, and the maids scrambled to assist him down from the cart; he was immediately struck by their flowery scent, and just as much by their eager eyes. Bella commented on this, suggesting that as they'd not had a resident male at the Manor in some time, they had overdone it with the rosewater. After having nothing but the smell of his unwashed self in the dank cage at Clara's, the over freshness of the maids was more than welcome. Nilok was overwhelmed by their genuine delight at having him there; the three jostled to take one of his two available hands as they walked him to the manor entrance for the first time; the third meekly held his leash, but was careful not to pull on it. Bella smiled at her guarded innocence; she could see the girl wanted to lead him, but was not sure of herself yet; she would learn very shortly that she was in control of all males. The thought didn't enter Nilok's mind; at just eighteen or so, all three were good enough to eat. The pony was unhitched by Bella and allowed to trim the lawn. Nilok looked up at the white building, partially shaded by the generous surrounding woodland; the sunshine now back after the recent rain. Serena ushered her maids forward as she stepped beyond them to open the large oaken front door, which was in two halves, arched like the entrance to a church. Bella slapped at the maids pert bottoms, telling them to behave in an orderly fashion. "I hope you won't behave like this when Mistress Serena's six pupils come to stay the day after tomorrow; you'll feel my cane if you do." One of the minxes, a delicate but well developed girl with blonde hair, looked up at Bella with yearning puppy-dog eyes, as though this were an invitation to misbehave; Bella screwed her lips together and smiled wishfully back at her, the girls soft white bottom had lain across Bella's lap before; both thoroughly enjoyed the event. Serena took Nilok's leash, and the maids sighed and cooed as she led him through for the first time and kissed him long and lustily. Her pleasure was also very genuine. The hall of Maidenbower Manor was huge and airy; the ceiling with exposed beams was at first floor level, a balcony ran round from the stairs leading up. They took him to a large room at the rear of the manor, where they ate their meals. The room had huge windows through which the natural light poured in. The grounds were very tidy and well kept, with various outbuildings down by the end wall. Serena noticed him looking through. "Yes, you'll have lots of little jobs to do for me there, as well as indoors." The maids giggled as they caught the emotion of her suggestive smile, and she blushed as red as her hair. He was made comfortable and the maids surrounded him, watching wistfully as he was fed the first solid foods he'd had in days. Serena intended he was kept fit and well; she wanted to ensure he was happy with his new position and performed well. When they'd finished feeding him the maids stood impatiently; Serena looked at them and smiled. "OK, let's all go upstairs and show him where he'll be sleeping, if he's given the chance of course!" The three followed Serena; Bella patted the blonde's sweet bottom as she went. "You wait your turn like a good girl, or you'll have an extra spanking; I'm going to stay down here and prepare for tomorrow. Don't you wear him out; he needs to be nice and perky for his 'collaring' tomorrow." Nilok's cock bulged with anticipation at Bella's words; the blonde looked innocently up at him and held his hand tightly as she and the others ascended the stairs. They walked around the balcony and down and down a corridor, and then Serena had the maids wait outside a door with Nilok, whilst she went in. The maids giggled and fussed around him, and started to unbutton themselves. Serena then beckoned them in. Nilok was taken aback by the expansive room with pure white walls, comfortable furniture, and most of all by the huge bed which was presently adorned with his naked mistress. Serena sat across the top of the bed; her beautifully rounded and plump bottom on the pillows. "Come and kneel at the foot of the bed, we want you to have a nice clean bed, but it's a little starchy. We thought we'd soften it up a little.' As she said this, the girls filed past; naked too. Their sweet nymph like bodies wafted past, the soft scent of their arousal making his cock tingle. The maids sat on the edge of the bed, Serena then looked down at him. "Each of these young ladies is your mistress also. You must remember that, despite their giggles, they are women too. You will pay homage to them this evening while I watch. Now come up here. The first maid nestled between him and Serena, and lay back. Nilok knelt there unsure, as the nymph gently spread her legs, showing her soft little sex so invitingly. Serena was pleased with his patience. "You may please her now, if you please all three, you shall have me also. Your bed will be nicely scented and you'll sleep all the better." They smiled softly at each other; she knew Nilok would not miss any chance to please her. He duly bent and kissed the maid's soft white belly, she giggled softly, Nilok noted her nervousness and moved up and kissed her soft face first. She smiled and gently pushed him down; she was ready for him. He gently licked her nipples which hardened as he did so; he traced his tongue down her soft body which smelt so sweet. He circled her soft belly then worked his way down and around her delicate little pussy. She tensed slightly as he softly began to lick at her fragrant little sex. She giggled softly as he began to work his way up and down her tight little lips; as he stimulated her she seemed to open like a flower as excitement took hold. She stroked his hair and moaned so softly, making his cock yearn to penetrate her. The sweet innocent girl brought another animal out in him, and he needed to show great restraint in maintaining his composure. He concentrated on thoughts of Serena, until the soft little beauty wailed with pleasure when her clitoris could take no more of his tongue. The next girl virtually pulled her out of the way in her hurry to get in; Serena took the first maid and cuddled her, as they watched the next girl receive her pleasure from the new slave. The next was somewhat less timid; she virtually dragged him down to her, and had her soft young thighs about his head to ensure he stayed to do his duty. The third girl was even more timid, and perhaps the youngest; this was the sweet blonde who was fond of being spanked; it would be difficult to ensure that she became a dominatrix as her soft little persona would not give itself up to the realms of the ruler so easily. When he'd finished the three stayed whilst he then serviced his beloved mistress. They all watched as he lovingly licked her pussy, it was as though he had done it a million times to the young ladies; to him, each time was like the first. He was just so happy to be with her. She was his dream; firmly dominant yet gentle with him, and he knew his place. She toyed with his hair and moaned gently, moving back and forth as the girls watched enviously. As became her elegance, she moaned and lifted her gorgeous legs as he pleased her efficiently. The girls were impressed. Serena giggled a little as she recovered and looked at him and the girls. "Which of you deserves the job of rewarding our new slave? I know you'd all like to show your appreciation." The blonde girl looked wistfully at his manhood; she wished it could be her, but knew she'd never be chosen. As she looked up she found Serena smiling straight into her eyes, the blonde gasped as she found the other two smiling at her knowingly. Serena kissed Nilok as she and the other two left the bed. The blonde girl was a little nervous at first. Serena looked at Nilok and the girl as she left the room, and smiled as she stood by the door. "You have both earned something special, for different reasons. Our young lady is ready for that special time Nilok, I know I can trust you to give her your guidance and be soft with her. You can see she is willing; you must show her how life begins." With that she left the room. Nilok was left staring, almost as bewildered as the young blonde. She somehow took command and instinctively just cuddled up to him. He relaxed instantly and kissed her softly. She pulled back and looked up at him; his erection did not wane, despite the situation being new to him. He pulled the covers over them and she gripped him tight against her, Nilok could feel the sheer thrill running through her. He started to lick her neck and she opened up underneath him. Her soft legs entwined him. His cock nestled against her soft belly and he licked down her torso and slipped backwards. He worked his way down to the soft blonde bush and once again softly licked at her sweet essences; she gently spread herself and shivered in anticipation. She pulled at his hair to gain his attention. "Are you going to do it to me?" She looked almost frightened, despite her earlier calm. He lifted up and gently cuddled her. He knew she'd need reassurance. "We don't have to do it if you're not sure, I don't want to push you into anything." With that she squeezed him tight and almost screamed in his ear. "Oh yes! I do want, Please, I'm just..." He kissed her pretty face and moved to her lips, rolling her tender little body on top of his. She relaxed and giggled when he encouraged her to hold his cock, she took hold and smiled as she caressed him; Nilok gently stroked her pussy and she whimpered as he touched her clitoris softly; she was very sensitive. She pulled him over as she lay on her back and encouraged him forward; Nilok kissed her softly and she helped guide him down to her softness. She tensed a little as he gently eased the end of his cock into her tight little pussy; she gripped his arms as he slowly eased himself in, she giggled softly as she realised it was not going to hurt her, and she experienced the first erotic sensations. Nilok eased himself right in, and she looked lovingly into his eyes as she felt herself liking it more and more. He looked at the sweet young maid and started to feel sensations like never before, he knew his place amongst the women, but this gave him a different erotic feeling altogether; the more she whimpered the more he thrust into her soft warmth. She started to moan softly and raised her sweet legs and gripped his arms so tight it almost hurt. She gave him a look as she came which was a sort of contorted smile of gratitude, this was all he needed; he looked down at the soft beauty and erupted into her, she squealed as he pumped his warmth into her, he grunted and moaned as he bucked in ecstasy. Nilok softly collapsed on her and kissed her over and over, she held him as though she'd never let go, and tears ran down her cheeks, she felt so proud. He kissed her tears away and felt a glowing warmth himself, a warmth he had not experienced before. She kissed and cuddled him, and then held him tightly as he pulled the covers over them. Serena , Bella and the other girls quietly looked in on them before they went to bed; the two older women were delighted to see the young maid sleeping soundly in Nilok's arms, a contented smile on her sweet little face, even in the depths of slumber. The younger girls couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, though the gentle warmth of the scene was not lost on them. The sun burst through the window in the morning as the maids helped the blonde prepare for the day; she looked wistfully at Nilok who kissed her neck and squeezed her before she left. Serena came with some white robes for him and he was taken downstairs to have something to eat. He had virtually fully recovered now; the experience with the maid seeming to have boosted his health, it had certainly increased his morale. Serena smiled at him across the table. "I hope you'll save some energy for me; you shall sleep in my room tonight, and you have a long day today, but we'll be gentle with you; the maids have been very busy whilst you were busy with their friend, I hope you'll enjoy your day-you'll feel more at home after today." Nilok smiled back at the gorgeous woman who had brought him to this wonderful place; he wondered how he could possibly be made to feel more at home. The garden had been decked out in white, as though a wedding were to take place; an arch covered in flowers had been set up halfway down the garden, and a white carpet led up to it. Serena kissed him and disappeared. Bella appeared, dressed in white, followed by the maids also in pure white and looking very virginal; even the blonde, whose smile lingered as she viewed Nilok with a glazed expression. Bella approached him and fastened a collar and leash to him, which was almost as stiff and uncomfortable as the one used by Clara. Bella kissed him as he winced and told him not to worry; he would soon be more comfortable. The maids ushered him up and out into the sunshine, Bella led him on his leash to the arch and had him kneel, facing back to the manor; he looked up at the pleasant structure with the trees bending over it, and could not believe it was now his home. Bella gently pulled the leash tight and Nilok gulped as he saw the woman he had yearned for approach from his new home. Serena was tightly wrapped in white silk, her red hair flowed and danced in the gentle breeze; she smiled softly as she grew nearer and he saw that she carried a blue collar and leash. The maids huddled round him as he knelt before her. Serena looked down at him as Bella passed the leash to her. "Do you, Nilok, swear to obey me and never run from my household?" Bella gently prompted him. "Yes Mistress Serena, I swear." She smiled at him and pulled his face to her soft little belly, he kissed her; she moved his head back and looked down again. "Are you willing to cast off your old life and devote your life to my wishes?" He was not prompted this time and was ready to agree to anything Serena asked of him, and responded in the affirmative. Bella released the uncomfortable collar and passed it to the maids who handed it down to the blonde; she passed the black collar to Serena, who passed the Blue collar to the blonde whilst she retained the leash. "You pleased this young woman yesterday, in giving her a gift that only males can provide; she will now be honoured to gift you with your symbol of ownership by women. You will continue to serve her also, and all females who come to Maidenbower." The blonde wrapped and gently buckled his new collar with her delicate fingers. Her actions and the thought of his ownership by these women gave him a healthy erection; he would willingly serve them all. The blonde stepped back and smiled and the women applauded. Nilok felt he needed thank the blonde. "Thank you Mistress..." The blonde blushed and looked at Serena, who smiled and nodded her approval before the girl responded. "Mistress Pia; you may call me Mistress Pia." The other maids giggled, and Bella swatted their bottoms and asked them to behave; Nilok would know their names via a similar route shortly. Serena then disrobed and stood naked before him. She tugged gently on the leash. "You are officially mine now; you will come and perform your first duty." She led him on his new leash, back down the garden and took him to her bedroom; the women applauded again as they went. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 07 Life was sweet for Nilok now; he was kept in good shape and high spirits by his duties internally and externally at Maidenbower. Internally, he gratefully serviced his mistress Serena, and knew the taste of all the females who resided there; his naturally submissive tendencies served him well when Serena held 'mistress' classes for females at Maidenbower; the variety of roles he indulged in with sweet and wicked ladies of various ages kept him perky and suited his Mistress. Serena's business in this field was very popular with women who brought their daughters from far and wide on the premise of learning 'Male Servant Husbandry Skills' , the older women delighting in taking refresher courses themselves. Nilok's tongue was kept ever busy, and he never tired of the taste of femininity; sometimes sweet, sometimes very stern indeed. Externally, the tasks around Maidenbower kept him lean and fit. He tended the lawns and pollarded the nearby trees to allow the grand house to bask in sunshine through the dense canopy of the surrounding woodland. He accompanied Serena, Bella or the girls to market in Ovum Fortis regularly, and often delivered bills etc. by hand at the very citadel where he had been worked so cruelly. It was on a beautiful spring day that Nilok clambered up a Wisteria on the rear wall at Maidenbower, having first thrown over an axe and bow-saw. He was to keep the surrounding arboreal jungle in check and was in particularly high spirits as he vaulted the wall and dropped down into the undergrowth behind it. He worked up quite a sweat as the morning progressed and having completed a third pile of branches and trimmings, he stood for a moment breathing heavily. It was then that he noticed a strange soft calling sound from somewhere down in the hollow. He wandered the three hundred yards or so through the woodland, down to the bright silver stream which wended its way to who-knows-where. As he listened again, he splashed his face in the crystal clear water; a Robin sang out its territorial declaration and a Kingfisher cut through the air in a blaze of blue and red as it headed for the far bank. The Robin was suddenly silent as the distant alarm calls of several Blackbirds and a Green Woodpecker announced that something not to their liking was abroad. He stood and looked along the length of the stream, expecting to see a fox or feral cat and was shocked by the plaintive cry once more. He wandered about fifty yards further and was shocked all the more by what he saw. There, tethered naked to a willow, was a local girl known to Nilok; her name was Davina, a sweet maid from Grace Farm, no more than five hundred yards from Maidenbower. She was a mute; the pitiful cry was all she could muster, being deaf and not knowing any words. Her pretty body was tied lattice-like with greased leather thongs; her pert breasts jutting out with her body bound so tight; a thong tightly up her mound, lifting her to tiptoes which had made her squirm and orgasm several times despite her discomfort, her juices dribbling down her soft milky thighs, interrupted only by the bonds which lashed her helplessly there. Unbeknown to Nilok, eyes which had waited for him looked down from a nearby tree; another pair burned holes in his form from the undergrowth nearby. Davina's eyes looked at Nilok with pitiful relief and then turned to terror; because the girl could not speak and her arms were bound about the tree, Nilok realised too late that she was looking beyond him, over his shoulder. He turned to see a buxom female form dressed in tight black leather; her curves so feminine yet also menacing, like a predatory cat. Her brown eyes pierced him from under a mane of jet black hair; her lower face was obscured by her hand which held what looked like a wooden flute. The pipe played no tune despite the vixen's cheeks expanding and expelling out through it; Nilok heard a sharp pop and just caught sight of a small red object flying toward him. A sharp pain stung his neck like a vicious bee as something pierced Serena's soft blue collar of ownership and bit deep into his flesh. He tried to lift his arm and pull the stinging object out, but a bubbling sensation travelled up his limbs and he keeled over, his eyes fixed on the delicious harpie, who now lowered her blow-pipe and smiled victoriously as her prey fought to just remain conscious. She knelt next to him as he stared fixedly at his beautiful assailant, as mute as poor Davina now. She smiled wickedly as she delved her hand into his lower garments and nursed his cock to a fine erection. The sense of eroticism was overpowering; as the flesh of this black widow creaked within the tight leather as she smiled and caressed his now eager manhood. He could not move but felt every sensation; an accomplice dropped smiling from a nearby tree, eerily clad in green velvet, though just as an erotic a vision; she knelt too, her nipples poking like thumbs through the tight velvet as she softly mopped his brow and watched his cock stiffen. The leather one spoke with a voice as sultry as her looks. "You're ours now, we've had our eyes on you for a while and you came and submitted to us like a lamb; you must have wanted it. You will give us your cream and the relief that follows the excitement will make you sleep. I won't ask you not to struggle because you can't; you are utterly helpless. We know many women who'll offer a very good price for you; when you sleep you can dream of your next mistress." She smiled contentedly and began to stroke his now rigid member in earnest. The green harpie spread her legs and unzipped her crotch, allowing him to sniff her sweet womanhood as she worked herself in time with her friend's manipulation of his helpless but willing cock. He tingled all over at the feeling of being at the mercy of these two females, and his balls tensed and began to spasm as the scent of the green one's arousal became ever sweeter, whilst the leather one's smile became ever more victorious. They had him, and as the green one fingered hard and moaned in heavenly orgasm, so he spent in honour of their triumph over him. The leather one laughed as Nilok pumped his white cream on her black leather in ecstasy. He was theirs. He fought again to stay conscious, just long enough to feel them cut away his blue collar and discard it into the stream. His eyes open just long enough to witness the beautifully rounded bottom of the leather one stand, and jab a dart to the neck of Davina, before cutting her bonds and leaving her slumped at the foot of the tree. His eyes closed and he dreamed of being suspended in a huge silken spider's web. Some rough ground jolted him back to semi-consciousness, but only served to perpetuate his arachnid themed dreams; he was in the back of a covered cart, lying on and between soft bales of fabric. He still could not move but was hooded with a material he could vaguely see through, and trussed for good measure, lest the paralysing drug should wear off. He could see the feet and toes of another trussed male to the one side he was lying, and surmised he was head-to-toe with several others. He could smell the sweet scent of his two captors, and hear their sultry voices as they chatted; their pert bottoms sat on a board just beyond his head. As the rough ground that had awoken him jostled him on to his front, his cock swelled and rubbed sensually below him. His helpless trussed and drugged state made him feel like the cocooned prey of the black widow above him; a helpless meal waiting to be devoured. There was absolutely nothing he could do, and his situation allowed his submissive side to indulge in many fantasies about the leather clad beauty that had captured him. As the rough road disappeared he drifted back to a deep sleep. When he awoke again, it was to the excited sound of other female voices he'd not heard before. It was dark and his limbs now ached the way they do after an attack of cramp; the drug was wearing off quickly now. He felt many delicate hands stroke and touch him before he was hauled from the cart; he was carried by four females, their sweet scent not detracting from his indulgence in his semi-erotic drugged stupor which made his balls buzz, an eight legged creature was taking him to an unknown place. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 08 Nilok awoke to find himself immersed in a warm bath; the immediate area thick with steam, the soft feel of the warm liquid combined with his vision being impaired by the haze of aerial condensation made him check that he was not still within the realms of a dream. The fact that his wrists were bound behind him, and his ankles were secured in similar fashion, confirmed that he had at last emerged from the arms of Morpheus. As he wriggled against the bonds he realised he was suspended in a hammock-like apparatus within the bath; a hoist which simplified the task of cleansing the immobilised without risking drowning them. As he surveyed the suspension mechanism with a view to any possibility of escape, a feminine face loomed through the warm mist. Nilok's loins tingled as he recognised the face of the leather clad huntress who had claimed him by the stream; she was now naked and covered with beads of perspiration as she enjoyed the sauna-like effect of the bath house that contained him. The vixen leaned forward to study her prize, droplets of water running down the length of her supple body and dripping from her erect nipples. "You mustn't struggle, especially not in the water; I'd hate to lose a fine example like you to drowning. We'll soon have you out and dried. I intend to keep you close to me until you're processed at market. I only wish I could keep you myself." Nilok's erection swelled in the warm water as the lithe beauty turned and walked away again, allowing him a view of her supple and shapely arse and legs; the beads of perspiration running down her back to the cleft of her buttocks, as if to direct his eyes. Nilok dozed a little more in the warmth of the bath and was suddenly awoken by an abrupt jerking; his eyes flashed open to view giggling females who were hoisting him clear of the bath. They half undid his tied ankles; the tie remained but he could now part his legs to walk, but could not run. They walked him through a door to a drying area; stacks of towelling adorned the area and several other male captives were enjoying the attentions of teams of three young ladies. In the central rear wall of the room a huge fire blazed from an inglenook fireplace. Nilok's attractive captor sat here in a towelling dressing gown. She smiled at him as the girls towelled and patted his naked body to dry him; one of them puffed a sweet smelling talcum powder over his nether regions, and he was then wrapped tightly in a dressing gown too, the arms of which flapped about as his own arms remained tied behind him. The girls walked him to the warmth of the fire and the brown- eyed huntress stood up to greet them. The soft young females giggled; the act of processing slaves apparently as routine to them as working in a bakery. "He's all yours now Marcia."Nilok now knew the name of the blow-pipe beauty, now holding a collar and leash which she buckled to his neck, leaning into his firm body as she did so. Nilok sniffed at her soft scent as she brushed her midriff against him, smiling as she felt his obvious excitement beneath his robe. She stepped back and gently tugged on his leash. "You'll come with me now. I'll have you share my quarters. I don't want you catching anything from the other stock; I want you in prime condition the day after tomorrow at market. Nilok noticed as she walked him toward a small door ahead, the other newly dried captives were being taken through a barred gate, presumably to a communal dormitory. Marcia rapped on the oaken door, which was opened from the other side by two shapely sentries armed with crossbows, one blonde, and one red-headed. They eyed Nilok up and down, smiling. The blonde was somewhat scornful. "Oh Marcia, you are always spoiling captives; you should leave him with the others. What if he's purchased by some fat bitch and kept in a lean-to with the pigs? A night at your boudoir will not prepare him for that; I don't know why you bother catching them in the first place!" The redhead simply smiled knowingly at Marcia as another crossbow carrying amazon came down the elevated walkway to take her place by the door. The redhead smiled at the blonde. "Here come's my relief; I'm off with Marcia to do some spoiling." The blonde's jaw dropped as the redhead walked off with the two, rubbing Nilok's bottom as she went, and asking if she could take the leash and lead him. The shapely guard's physique and red hair made Nilok's balls tingle as he viewed the areas of exposed creamy white flesh, but it also made him think of Serena for the first time. What would she be thinking? *** Serena had had plenty of time to think over what had become of Nilok. She looked sadly down at the blue collar, neatly sliced through. She could at least guarantee he was alive after the point at which he was captured. The poor mute girl would not venture further than 100 yards from the security of the farm she lived on, unless accompanied by others, she was so traumatised by the experience. Her description of the two that tied her up and took him was very descriptive indeed; a deaf person's visual recollection, noticing things that those blessed with the normal choice of senses would not register; the girl's guardian at the farm having learned to interpret her hand signs and gestures. Their stance, movement and techniques, as well as their general attire could mean only one thing; they were from Femina Bastia. This outlying citadel had a military edge, its Women all very warrior-like, a harsh unforgiving place in comparison to Ovum Fortis, or even Stellar Regina. The laws of the latter two civilisations being of little matter to those from Femina Bastia; slaves often went missing, never to be seen again. Serena's girls cried continuously, comforted by Bella who remained strong before the girls, but shed a tear in private. Serena thought of venturing to this shady Sparta-like outpost to seek him out, but knew this would be fruitless at best, and possibly fatal at worst; other parties had ventured there to seek stolen indentured ones, never to be seen again. She looked at the collar again, and wished upon wish for a miracle. *** Nilok took time to study all he could see from the elevated walkway, despite the distraction of his two shapely gaolers. The setting sun cast eerie elongated shadows, making the small portion of fortified city wall he could see, look even taller than the thirty-or-so feet it actually reached. The low sun also made sections of the granite glow orange, as though hot to touch. A portent indicating that he would only leave here by stealth. There would be no badly maintained weak points in any wall in this place. As the walkway curved around the fortification Nilok noticed three cages fixed high up on the stark wall, overlooking one of the main squares below. As the trio walked below them, he was aghast at seeing human bones inside them. The redhead felt the tug on the leash as he stopped to gawk at the remains. Marcia smiled. "That's what happens to naughty boys who run from their mistress. Come along now, we know you won't try to run; there's no way past the city wall guards for a lone male, and you'd never pass as a woman with your build." The two tittered at the notion of the stocky six-foot male in drag, as they began to descend the walkway, down to a residential area of the city. Nilok surveyed the scene in the fading light; everywhere there were military style posters, proclaiming 'strength through force' and the like. The streets were spotless, and the houses were blandly uniform and faced with shiny polished granite. Then suddenly, the pair led him through a tight gap in a wall, down to a recessed area. As Nilok looked across this area, small villas with gardens and smallholdings basked in the setting sun, welcoming lights flickered warmly from some of the windows. Huge sunflowers bent their heads in tidy front gardens, as if awaiting a sleep through the night. The sight gave Nilok a little hope; it showed there must be an element of humanity in this solemn place. Marcia led him up a path to one of these homely villas; the redhead released his leash, unhitched her crossbow, and tossed it through the open lower half of a sash window. The two women took him into a sitting-room bedecked with soft chairs and futons. They untied his wrists and sat him down on a huge bean-bag; Marcia went to a kitchen area, the redhead went into a room opposite, returning shortly wearing a black silken robe and smelling very sweetly. Marcia reappeared with a large flagon of red wine and an assortment of food and fruits. Nilok was somewhat bewildered at first as the enticing female forms nestled down on either side of him, and plied him with wine and food. Though his ankles were still loosely bound he was losing any feeling of being a captive. The two's attentions to him was briefly disrupted as the sound of another entering through the front door of the villa caught the attention of all three. The two females raised their glasses to the girl Nilok had last seen dressed in green velvet, as she made her entrance, this time dressed in a full length coat. She stood before the three without speaking, and with a sweet smile on her face, spread the coat wide to reveal her naked body beneath. Nilok once again witnessed the sweet pussy he had last seen at the stream near Maidenbower. Marcia and the redhead giggled and immediately followed suit removing their robes to reveal their equally attractive female charms to match. The new arrival cast the coat to one side and posed before Nilok as she helped herself to a glass of wine, displaying her sumptuous curves and making his nether regions show their automatic appreciation of her feminine charm by lifting his robe in the middle. Marcia grinned at the tent created by Nilok's excitement and gestured to the new arrival. "Do the honours would you, Zeta?" She grinned as she finished pouring a second glass of wine, having gulped down the first. "I think Tara should have that honour; I've already seen his manhood, remember?" Nilok's erection stiffened in full readiness as the pale delicate arms of the redhead untied the sash and pulled his robe open to reveal his freshly washed and powdered cock, which stood as a firm tribute to his captors. Tara leaned over his torso, her soft red hair tickling his legs, first sniffed and then licked the underside of his bell-end with her soft and hot little tongue. The girls giggle at Nilok's involuntary gyrations at the pleasurable sensations. Tara turned her blue eyes at him to capture his expression as she held his stiff member with her graceful white manicured fingers and slowly enveloped his pulsing bell-end with her soft red lips. He gasped as the other two giggled at their friend's eagerness. "Careful Tara, don't make him squirt yet! Let's have some more wine and make sure he's properly fired up before we take him to the sampling bed. Have him lick your ginger pussy; I noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off it when you disrobed." Tara obligingly removed her lips from Nilok's cock with an audible pop, as though a child savouring a last lick of a lollipop, and then stood and turned to show him her milky white arse. His balls tingled as she parted her soft white cheeks to reveal a sweet light-brown arsehole, before straddling him as he lay back on the futon. The girls giggled as Nilok watched the brown eye and pink juicy labia descend to his face; a small tuft of bright ginger hair contrasting with her porcelain-like skin. Nilok sniffed at her spicy ring and tasted her sweet juices as he was engulfed by her soft white cheeks. Zeta passed her a glass of wine which she managed to sip with composure whilst her pussy was lovingly licked. Nilok was reunited with Zeta's scent later, and was at last allowed to sniff and lick Marcia as he lay prostate on the futon and she lifted her elegant legs; her moist pussy now nicely aroused. His probing tongue told Marcia it was time. She pulled his head up and took his leash. "Come girls, let's sample and prepare our catch." Zeta and Tar followed, fondling Nilok's hairy cheeks as Marcia led him through the Villa to a room with large varnished oak double-doors. Inside, a large fireplace stocked with wood looked out at a huge bed bedecked with furs. Marcia tied Nilok's leash to a bed post and had him kneel and watch as she lit the fire and the girls placed a copper kettle on a Hearth plate over it. They produced razors and a shaving brush from a small table and arranged them in readiness. Marci smiled wickedly . "We are going to have you nice and smooth for market. Then we are all going to have some pleasant relief before we all sleep cosily together." As the water warmed the girls filled a copper bowl and each took a razor. Marcia took my cock in hand and applied the shaving brush to my balls; this was just the beginning. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 09 The three delighted in shaving most of Nilok's body hair from chest and torso; as Marcia lathered his balls, his cock stood obligingly to attention as her delicate hands shaved the coarse hair from his scrotum and then trimmed the bush above. It had the effect of making his manhood seem larger; a key selling point, the girls commented. His erection remained as the three pairs of soft hands worked about his body with soft warm hands and lather; their razors smoothing all hair from his back and upper arms. Nilok knelt on a bed of towels before the now lit log fire as the girls rubbed their soft bodies against him as they worked; the sky through the window now inky-blue as the cool spring night approached. The three giggled as they blew foam at each-other and became all the merrier as they shared another bottle of red wine while finishing their task; Marcia concentrating hard as she carefully shaved Nilok's face; her nipples as erect as his cock as she thought about bed. "You'll have a nice smooth face now; we girls don't want to be made sore between the legs." The giggling stopped as abruptly as it had started as Marcia spoke; the other two joining her in becoming starry eyed, their movements more sultry as they washed the shaving soap from his naked body with warm water, Tara gently rinsed his now smooth balls and looked longingly at his stiff cock as she dabbed his scrotum dry with a soft towel. "Oh why can't we keep him Marcia? We could soon find things for him to do." Marcia smiled as she rubbed his pectorals dry; her mind well and truly on the fur covered bed now. "I'd love to but it's just not on. We need the money, and it would make us lazy; if we have a male here all the time it will be too much of a distraction, we'd lose the hunger to go and get another." The sweet ginger nymph who was evidently a few years younger than Marcia and Zeta; no doubt their apprentice, protested further. "I could find other tasks to bring in money, and you could always tap that Aunt of yours in her ivory tower; she'd pay anything to get you back to that lifestyle." Zeta chuckled as Tara made this last remark which was apparently tongue in cheek; Marcia smiled and poured a small bowl of warm water over the ginger beauty's head whilst she was preoccupied with Nilok's excited member. Marcia commented as Tara shrieked and spluttered with the shock of the water. "We won't mention my aunt in this house; money is all she has, I'm glad to be away from it." The two more mature girls took advantage of Tara's damp position and pulled Nilok up to the bed. They had him lie on his back on the luxurious furs, he sank into the furry softness and Marcia wasted no time in straddling his face, Nilok needing no prompting as he sniffed and licked at her nicely aroused pussy. She ground her wetness down and slipped back and forth on his tongue and face. "Ooohhh! Good boy, you're lovely and smooth." Zeta giggled as she watched, and then cut away the tethers from his ankles with a razor. "He won't attempt to run now he's seen there's no way out; he'll be in no hurry to leave just now anyway!" Zeta was right; Nilok rose and sank in the soft luxury of the fur covered bed as Marcia took her pleasure of him. Her sweet scent and taste was excitement enough, but then he felt the warmth of Zeta on his legs; she straddled his cock and eased herself down with a sigh and then began to writhe with pleasure. Nilok bucked as best he could on the softly yielding bed, his cock tight in Zeta's hot pussy. Tara protested bitterly at being left out. "Oh do hurry up! I so want to feel him inside me!" Nilok thought of the sweet ginger pussy and fought hard to hold back from coming into the overwhelming pleasure of Zeta's slippery haven. Marcia could hold back no longer and moaned as she ground her sloppy womanhood on his nose, mouth and chin in a fury. As she dismounted with a broad smile of pleasure on her face, Nilok looked up at the lithe naked form of Zeta, smiling wistfully down at him as she writhed on his pole in ecstasy. Tara adopted a praying position, nothing but cock would do for her; she looked so sweet and virginal. Nilok fought with his senses as Zeta squealed with pleasure and shuddered in a fit of ecstatic heaven on his cock. As she sighed and slumped on his belly, Tara virtually pushed her off, much to Marcia's delight as she lay watching the show. Tara smiled softly at Nilok as she struggled to mount him; the two older girls chuckled with admiration as he put his hands about her tiny slender waist and helped her on to his eager cock; he gasped with pleasure as his bell-end squeezed into her tight little pink vagina, Tara whimpered and closed her eyes. Rampant now and eager to fill her sweet ginger pussy, Nilok bucked but could get no rhythm; he wanted to fuck her properly. The girls laughed and looked agape as he pulled her off and manhandled her to the bed. He was about to lift her legs when she smiled and turned, lay face down and lifted her soft white bottom in the air. Zeta gasped and put her hand to her mouth at the girl's actions. Marcia clapped her hands in approval and smiled. "You naughty submissive girl! It's a good job you are amongst friends; what kind of position is that for a huntress?" Nilok only saw it as her way of obtaining maximum pleasure; it was ironic how it was always the ginger ones at Maidenbower who liked it this way too. Tara put her head flat to the bed, drew her arms back so he could secure her wrists, and the spread her legs in readiness to indulge in being fucked like a bitch. Nilok parted her cheeks and had a good sniff and lick of her spicy little arsehole, then eased his cock into her puffy aroused slit without further ceremony. The hot little ginger nymph wailed with pleasure as he held the backs of her arms firm and pumped his rigid cock relentlessly. The two older girls knelt and fingered their clitoris' as they watched his balls slap her soft white arse as he built up to that sweet crescendo. Tara wailed in ecstasy as she was held and thoroughly fucked like never before. She moaned in utter satisfaction as the delicious orgasm washed over her, wave after wave. Nilok squeezed her arms tightly as he unleashed his hot load into her, shooting wad after wad into her hot tightness. The two collapsed on each-other, joined shortly by the other two as they moaned with pleasure at their self-inflicted orgasms. Nilok put his arms around the soft ginger prize as Marcia and Zeta pulled the other furs over the top of all, and blew out the lights. He may have been captive but the soft smell and touch of the three females eased his pain, albeit they being responsible for his situation. He was already thinking of escape; though that could wait until at least tomorrow. The soft warmth of the furry bed combined with the soft, sweetly scented females was all enveloping; though in a tangle of arms and legs, he had not been so comfortable since being taken from home. Nilok closed his eyes and listened to the soft breathing of the girls and the crackling of the log fire; he was in a deep sleep within minutes. When he woke in the morning, he found himself alone in the bed; he could hear the girls in the kitchen and the air was scented with the smell of frying bacon. He heard Marcia ask; 'see if he is awake', and Tara came into the room, smiled and dropped her robe, climbing naked into the bed and wrapping her legs about him. In need of relieving his bladder, his cock was already semi-erect; Tara's soft white body and kissing and licking had his cock instantly rigid; he had enjoyed fucking her immensely, and would readily have penetrated her ginger haven once more. This was not to be as Zeta followed her in, lifted the furs and slapped her pert little bottom with some venom. She jumped up, half-laughing and half in pain as she rubbed her arse. Zeta eyed Nilok's cock and puckered her lips. "Yes, I'm very tempted too young lady, but he'll not have sex today; we need him to be perky at market tomorrow. There'll be plenty of possible purchaser's who'll want to see him stiffen at the touch." Tara was tasked with washing him after they had all eaten and her pretty blue eyes were tinged with sadness as she buttoned the sleeveless leather jerkin the girls had chosen for him. "I so wish I could keep you all to myself; I'd treat you well and have you fuck me every night." Nilok smiled as she hugged him; his cock showing it's appreciation of her desires as her legs rubbed at the bulge in his leggings. She led him by leash, out into the bright sunshine of their rear garden, one side of which ran alongside a road which seemed to run in the direction of the tall grey granite central tower of the citadel, which loomed in the distance; crisp sunshine illuminating the wings of birds which swirled around it, no more than specks at this distance, like midges around a garden-pond ornament. Nilok soon realised that the garden served another practical use as he was led to an elevated table and chairs where Marcia and Zeta sat sipping fruit juice, displaying bare arms and legs to the warm sun. As he stepped up, it was clear he too was being displayed; the hedge to the roadside was cut low from halfway down the garden, allowing any passing traffic a full view of the platform at which they sat; Nilok was sat strategically so as not to be hidden by the table. As the morning wore on, several ladies passing on foot had stopped to say hello, and eyed Nilok enviously; the slave market was always an attraction even for those who did not have the resources to buy even the most haggard individuals, and Marcia's pre-sale showing of her wares guaranteed a healthy crowd would attend. Some of the wealthier women slowed their traps and carriages, asking Marcia if Nilok would be sold tomorrow. They looked him up and down with interest when she confirmed he would. Nilok was appalled by some of the women, who were either very ugly or misshapen, but some were very elegant and attractive; there were one or two he would not mind being owned by, if only temporarily. A particularly attractive woman in her late forties with long chestnut hair in a pony- tail, her pleasingly buxom body in a tight blouse and jodhpurs, stopped her gig and stood with horsewhip in hand, asking how much Marcia was likely to want for him. Nilok's cock stiffened as she toyed with her whip and surveyed him with interested eyes. She gave him a smile as she cracked her whip on leaving, the sound of it and the dominant look of the woman ensuring Nilok's cock remained stiff for some time after. They spent the day in the garden, eating at the table, unfurling a canopy above from the garden wall on the other side, which was eight or so feet high, to keep off the mid-day and early afternoon sun. As the evening came they drank more wine, continuing to wave and answer questions from passing women. They retired at around 9.30; Marcia leading him back indoors to the bed. "We'll have a nice sleep now; we need to be up early, and you may have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." Once again all three nestled in the bed; the two older females were soon fast asleep, but Nilok slept fitfully at first. He opened his eyes in the twilight to find Tara's soft eyes looking at him; a tear ran down her cheek as she held him tightly. Nilok kissed her softly and they too, drifted off to sleep. Herworld Chronicles Ch. 10 The next morning Nilok was dressed in white knee-length leggings and nothing else but his collar and leash. After they had eaten the girls hitched a horse from a stable block at the end of the garden to their small open carriage from the side of the house. They then joined the steady stream of carriages and pedestrians on the road to the Market Square. Nilok had plenty of opportunity to survey his new 'hometown' which had been thrust upon him. As the carriage struggled up the incline on a narrow road which breached the stark granite uniformity of the houses hiding the recess in which the homely villas sat, he looked behind him to see larger elegant carriages appearing through a narrow gap in a wall between a similar row of houses in the distance, all another storey taller, which lay beyond the villas' recess. Nilok realised that dwellings of a more affluent design must lie beyond the upper stark row of granite housing; the whole thing was designed to give onlookers from beyond the city wall an austere view of a granite faced fortress, not unlike a barracks or prison; the reality was that there was more than an element of decadence beyond the façade; a hidden decadent community which thrived amongst the warrior-like people which Nilok would soon experience. Nilok noted that the faces of the people upon the road to the market seemed to change uniformly as they moved past the granite housing. It was as though they had entered into a different world, where any liberal sense of posture should not be shown. From this point Nilok could see over the top of the granite perimeter wall, to the inviting forested hills beyond, that far off it was as though he were looking at the tops of several raw cauliflowers. Just the same, the mere sight of those trees gave him hope of being amongst them, with this place far behind him. The road opened out into a huge square, where the market nestled centrally; the perimeter buildings lined with various retailers; drapers, grocers, chandlers and the like. To one side of an elevated display gantry was a smithy's workshop; the clanging of iron being worked, audible above the hubbub of the gathering crowd and vendors who erected small stalls close to those retailers, to display their wares. Nilok was taken by Marcia to a holding pen where other grim faced slaves waited; a numbered card on a chain was placed about his neck and Marcia bade him farewell. He looked back to see Zeta holding Tara; her puffy eyes red with sadness. A large ferocious looking woman with a spiked rod and small sword, marshalled the slaves into a room below the gantry; a ladder leading to a trapdoor above. After about half an hour, slaves began being taken up through the trapdoor in threes. He looked through the gaps in the boarding at the front row of the crowd outside; all women, those there for the show bayed and taunted, whilst the occasional arm was lifted aloft as active bidders showed interest. The noise of several pairs of feet resonated on the boarding above as market assistants helped display the human goods to the eager crowd. He was led up through the trapdoor with two others; only then could he take in the full extent of the crowd which was huge. He could also now clearly see the three cages hung on the wall above the walkway he'd traversed on arrival, the gilt ironwork glinting ominously in the bright morning sun. Nilok pondered the fate of the three occupants and wondered how they had tried to escape and where they had gone wrong. His attention was soon diverted to the crowd once more as bidding began. Three women approached the male to his left; a skinnier but younger male, who looked terrified. One of the women pointed to his number, whilst another first made him open his mouth to display he still had teeth, had him turn full circle to allow a view of his general anatomy, and then dropped his leggings. The crowd jeered as the more slender of the two cupped his balls, whilst a sneering buxom woman removed her panties and had him sniff them. The women applauded and several bids were made as the hapless slave's cock rose to order at the womanly scent. A tall woman of about 40 made her way smiling through the crowd to the gantry door where a woman with her hair in a bun added details to a ledger, as the skinny male was brought down to her. A similar show was made to the exhibit on the other side of Nilok; this was a man of similar age, but somewhat portly; the women made much fun of his tiny cock which jutted out like a large pencil as he took the scent. The derision was of no consequence to him, as he was led away to be greeted by two somewhat senior women, who led him away as though he were an item of grocery. There was almost a hush about the crowd when the women on the gantry turned their attentions to Nilok and pointed to his number; several hands went up as did the level of sneering and jeering from the crowd as they waited for his display; Nilok's cock was already bulging in his leggings, having seen the prior displays, and the women were not disappointed when his leggings went down, to reveal a firm and attendant member. Nilok held his breath as a lady with a gavel he could now see, having been brought forward for display, pointed as hands went up and down. Eventually, an elegant chestnut haired woman of about 50, attended by two younger females made her way through the crowd. Nilok swallowed hard as he recognised her as the buxom woman with the horse-whip who had viewed him at the garden. He was led away to be given to her. She looked at Nilok with a pleasant smile, and the two younger women covered their mouths as they giggled and eyed the bulge in his now re-fitted leggings. The ledger lady spoke as she scrawled. "Deanna of Downlands House... slave.. six feet...white...hair brown...eyes blue...medium endowment." Marcia, Zeta and Tara came forward. "We're so glad it's you Deanna; he deserves a good home, he'll work hard, we know that from watching him before he was caught." Deanna could not help but notice how Tara had grasped Nilok's arm like she did not want to see him go. Deanna smiled. "Tell young Tara she is welcome to come and visit Downlands whenever she wants. I can see it will help keep our new slave perky. Not that he won't be receiving that sort of attention anyway." She glanced at the two young girls with a wry smile as they tittered and blushed; they were looking forward to seeing how well Nilok worked too. Tara squeezed Nilok's arm and they looked at each other with wide eyes as they parted. Deanna and her girls led him away to their transport and the girls sat either side of him as the fancy covered carriage started to wend its way back up the one road that was familiar to Nilok in the whole of Femina Bastia. The two pretty girls were sweetly scented, and they cuddled up to him as though he were a new bedroom toy. Nilok's cock swelled as their delicate little hands wandered bit by bit across his thighs; each girl wanting to be the first to make the first daring touch in the desired area. The hands were retracted rapidly when Deanna turned slightly from her position with the whip at to the fore of the carriage. "I hope you girls are behaving yourselves back there, we don't want our new slave thinking his new place is one of purely entertainment." The girls kept close to Nilok and settled for squeezing his arms as the carriage passed Marcia's villa and carried on up the road toward the second granite terrace. Nilok looked back down the hill at the rooftops of Marcia's villa and the trees in the far distance as the carriage traversed the slope and passed diagonally between the second façade that was the larger granite terrace. The girls smiled at Nilok's facial expression as the carriage mad e a slight descent into a second recess; here was yet another suburban world with large manor houses and mature trees. As the carriage began to ascend again he could see open areas of parkland which skirted the base of the central citadel which loomed over everything else; Nilok wondered about the women who lived there and no doubt controlled the community. The large houses and their grounds curved round in a great arc in either direction, almost in a complete circle; the citadel backing onto a sheer, almost mountainous hillside, its face impossible to climb for a good 100 feet or so. The carriage moved through a central tree-lined avenue populated by large detached houses; in the front gardens of some sat the mistress of the house, reading books whilst sat on benches or swing-seats; the males tending the vast gardens. The carriage swung into 'Downlands House' a large residence with six or seven bedrooms and as many receptions and lounges. The two girls virtually pulled Nilok from the transport, in their haste to show him where he would be staying. His buxom new mistress wasted no time in following; she too was eager to become closely acquainted with her new charge. Nilok was taken to the rear of the house which opened out onto a huge veranda and decking. A woman of about 30 was busy toping up a hot tub with hot water. Nilok was stunned as his new mistress walked past him, naked, stepping down into the tub; his cock stiffened as he watched her ample cheeks thighs and breasts descend into the tub. The girls skipped by, their clothes trailing, and they too dipped their nubile bodies into the steaming water. The woman who had filled the tub approached him as he stood, still trying to take in what was happening and his new surroundings. She stripped naked in front of him, and then undid his leggings; his cock poked out firm and erect, much to the young girls amusement, and to the obvious pleasure of Deanna, who eyed him with a pleased look of satisfaction. The blonde woman took his hand. "I'm Carla. I shall keep you busy here when Mistress Deanna does not require your personal attendance. Let's have a nice relaxing dip and get to know you." She walked him down into the tub, which was a little small, given the size of the house. Deanna sat one side of him and immediately took his cock and softly nursed it in her hand, teasing him to maximum stiffness. "Yes I know, it's a little cramped in here; one of your first tasks will be to dig a large hole just over there, and we'll have ourselves a tub twice the size of this one built." Nilok looked to where she was pointing, to where a spade stood in ground where the topsoil had already been disturbed to show the dimensions. One of the girls squeezed in the other side of Nilok and his hand was taken beneath the water and nestled between her thighs; the girl tried to look interested in the conversation as Nilok gently fingered her soft little pussy in the warm water. The hands of the two other females soon became acquainted with Nilok's masculinity within the water too. He may have been captive again but it seemed his confinement would not be too unpleasant.