0 comments/ 21920 views/ 1 favorites The Slave Girl By: Askew Money Her preparation had been exquisite. Two women had taken her to a dark room on the other side of the castle where she was blindfolded. Hands quickly loosened her clothes and she felt the cool air on her soft skin as she was quickly undressed and became naked, apart from a small loincloth that was placed around her narrow waist. A small glass was put to her lips and she tasted the sweet liquid as she drank – its taste was strange although not unpleasant and she immediately felt warm inside. She was lead forward through a door into another room that quietly closed behind her and she soon sensed the presence of others around her. Someone took her hand and she was led slowly to a low bed in the centre of the room where a woman’s voice whispered that she should lay down. Obediently her hands felt for the edge of the bed and she lowered herself gently onto its soft mattress bringing her legs up and laying back with her hands by her side. She felt a movement by her head and she was simultaneously aware that people were gathering around her as she lay, still blindfolded before them. She heard whispered voices of both men and women close by. A hand touched her foot and she startled in anticipation, not knowing what was to happen next. Someone grasped her left hand and another her right and her hands were guided to touch two naked bodies she sensed were standing close to her at either side of the bed. As her hands moved she felt the warm sensation inside of her intensify as she touched the unmistakeable outline of two large and erect penises, which had been presented into her outstretched hands, each cock thrust gently forward into her now eager grasp. She felt the hard shaft of each penis as its respective owner rocked gently backwards and forwards in unison at either side of the bed. Another hand touched her ankles and gently prised her legs apart – she heard the soft whisper of a woman who urged her to open her legs still further. Another hand lifted the loincloth that barely covered her naked thighs beneath and she felt movement on the bed between her slender outstretched legs. She felt her now moist pussy being gently opened by something very soft – a tongue flicked eagerly across its surface and she felt the sensation of lightly oiled fingers exploring all around under her tight ass which lifted as if obediently by an unspoken command. She began to moan softly as the combined effect of everything that was happening to her reached a new and exciting intensity. The small nipples of her small, pert breasts hardened and stood erect as she breathed more heavily now with pleasure. Still blindfolded, she pulled one cock closer to her; her lips lightly brushed the engorged head now wet with semen as she sought to take the huge penis into her inviting mouth. But the cock pulled away sharply leaving her mouth open yet unsatisfied. She tried the other cock, which she had held tightly in her hand, but this too resisted her attempts to draw it closer into her mouth. She tried the first again and then the second but although both reached her lips, neither would give sufficiently to allow her to feast on what she now desired so much. Her breathing quickened again as the woman between her legs continued to flick her tongue expertly across the outer folds of her labia and occasionally to plunge into the depths of her pussy now drenched with her cum and saliva. The woman’s head bobbed up and down between her legs as she licked hungrily at the girls’ now swollen pussy. Despite her high state of sexual excitement and her still blindfolded eyes, the girl became more aware of those around her as heavy breathing and passion surrounded her. A finger was inserted in her ass that only served to heighten her pleasure and her hips arched forward to allow the exploring finger greater penetration into her tight orifice. The woman between her legs rocked gently back and forth and from the now jerking movements of her head, the girl sensed that the woman herself was being ass-fucked hard by someone from behind. Still she remained unsatisfied as her state of excitement moved to ever-greater intensity – she tried unsuccessfully several times more to pull the penises closer but each time just as her lips were allowed to touch the engorged head of each cock, it was withdrawn although still held within her tight grasp. She felt the sensation of warm liquid on her stomach and she knew this came from numerous men gathered around her – it followed the contours of her naked body as it flowed across her soft skin. She felt the loincloth being removed to allow the warm fluid unobstructed passage down between her legs and over the outer lips of her pussy – it felt so, so good and yet she wanted now, more than ever before, to experience something strong and hard inside her. The tongue returned briefly to further probe and lick the warm juices from around her soft pussy and she moaned again as she felt the woman between her legs quicken her thrusts. Suddenly she felt the sensation of warm air across her body as a door to a adjacent chamber opened, immediately followed by the sound of movement from those around her as one by one each withdrew from their positions around the bed, the sheets of which were now streaked and stained by the girls perspiration and cum. Unseen hands re-tied the thin loincloth securely around her waist as she remained motionless on the bed, her breathing still heavy and the sexual passion inside her high and unsatisfied. She had been made ready for him. Hands lifted her from the bed and she was led again through the doorway into the other chamber, which was warm and smelt sweetly of incense and flowers. She approached a low bed with a soft mattress and was told to lie down again. She obeyed and laid full length across the bed where she waited in eager and excited expectation, the loincloth alone only just covering her now aching thighs and pussy. The door was closed and the chamber was quiet again but almost immediately the girl sensed the presence of someone new, someone who wanted her and someone she sensed with whom she might at last satisfy her growing sexual lust. She smelt the unmistakeable musk of a man. She remained motionless on the bed, her breathing still heavy with desire and unfulfilled passion that oozed from every part of her body. Her hands beside her, her palms wet with perspiration. He came to her suddenly. And he was completely naked. He was upon her quickly, tearing away the flimsy loincloth that impeded his violent assault on her, forcing himself between her legs and trusting his huge penis ever closer to her aching pussy – oh how she longed now to be fucked and pleasured in every way imaginable. His huge cock already swollen and hard, stiffened at the touch of her soft inviting pussy and his tight scrotum throbbed with the explosion of the semen being contained within his testicles. Holding her down firmly with one hand, the man thrust his penis again and again into her as the pent-up passion within her exploded and she cried out as her first massive orgasm approached. The feeling inside her was nothing like she had experienced before – the awesome power of this man and his penis made her feel so full of desire and needing more and more. She wanted this feeling to last forever. He came inside her, his hot semen pulsing from the depths of his body as her pussy filled with his semen mixed with her own juices. When it was over, she kneeled obediently on the soft yellow mattress as he lifted her ass high in the air – his cock swung heavily between his legs as he attempted to thrust it back into her. She opened herself to him and his cock descended into her tight ass again and again. She climaxed continually for some moments until finally the thrusts of his cock slowed and he softened slightly within her. She moaned in unison with the last thrusts of his penis as he sought to squeeze every last drop of semen from within his swollen scrotum. He lifted himself off her and gazed down at her still heaving body as her last massive orgasm finally subsided. He turned and left the chamber silently leaving the girl alone at last. She had satisfied the Master once again. The End The Slave Girl The slave girl knelt by the side of the bed. She no longer knew how long she had been there as the hours melted together. She tried to shift again, to find a more comfortable position, but the ropes held her tight and the more she struggled, the more her shoulders ached. "At least master inserted a catheter" she thought as she remembered the many times she had soiled herself in embarrassment from being unable to hold her water any longer. She leaned her head against the bed, the one position allowed to her that relieved some of the pain in her body and wondered what her friends would think of her now, if they could see her in this degrading situation. She half-smiled to herself as she thought of how her life had been before she had met her master. Her name had been Emily before master took her identity away and she had been a real social butterfly; president of her sorority, top of her class, dozens of silly boyfriends falling all over themselves trying to please her and treat her like a princess. None of them had understood what she needed. They all thought she was crazy to stay with such a "self-serving asshole" but she knew better. She was low, and dirty, and bad, and deserved everything he gave her and did to her. She was unworthy of the cum he sometimes let her lick out of the cunt of another woman. She was his slave, body, mind, and soul, and the safety and satisfaction she felt in knowing she was his and that she could not escape him was very difficult to explain to someone else. She closed her eyes against the pain and remembered the day he took her name. He had beaten her ass with the cane again, until her buttocks were bright red. He knew just how to do it, to give her the ultimate pain without breaking the skin. She had cum twice from the pain/pleasure of the beating and was feeling weak from the ordeal. "It is time for you to become truly mine" he had said "from now on; you will be referred to by me as slave, slut, whore, or bitch." She had laughed at this statement. She still had not completely understood that they were not playing a game; that her destiny was to give up who she was and become his completely. His anger at her laughter was fast and furious. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back until her neck was at an uncomfortable angle and bit down on her ear. Then he whispered, soft but menacing into her ear "This is not a joke you slut, if I say you don't need a name, then you don't need a name. If I say you are mine, you are mine. And if I tell you that I am now going to fuck you in the ass to show you who is the boss here, what do you say?" "Yes, please" she whimpered. "Good girl" he responded. Then he bent her back over the bed, and pressed his huge member up against her sphincter muscle. Her initial reaction was to tense, since she had never experienced this before. But as he pushed against her, slowly and persistently, the lube he had applied generously to her ass and his cock assisting with his invasion, she realized quickly that to resist would only make the pain worse. In less than seconds he was inside her, thrusting deeply and she was overcome with the sensations ripping through her body. He held her by the hair and pulled her towards him as he thrust into her again and again. Soon she felt her own body pushing back against him, almost against her will, as she felt her pleasure grow. She moaned, and cried out as she experienced this ultimately dirty and demeaning act of submission and as the animal lust filled her body. At the moment of her orgasm, he spanked her again on her still tingling ass cheeks. The mixture of pain, pleasure and the shock of his hand on her butt brought her over the top as she had never felt before. Tears appeared in her eyes but they were tears of happiness as well as of pain. "And now for the final christening" he said as he pulled out of her. He reached around, grabbed her by a sensitive nipple and turned her so that she was facing him, kneeling at his feet. "Open your mouth" he said. He had his cock in his hands, rubbing it hard as she faced him mouth open; hands on his ass and balls, willing him to cum on her. And then it happened; he released his huge load all over her – in her mouth, on her face, and dripping down her chest to her shaved cunt – coating her in his essence and power. He used his cock to rub the cum over her face, and then positioned himself to where she could lick him clean. She felt her pussy tingle with the memory of that day. It had been so good in the beginning, during the days of her training. She often wished that he would do the same things to her – and with the same intensity – as he did during their first week together; when everything was new and she was going through her orientation. Giving her away to his friends to be toyed with, whipping her regularly, making her walk around naked at all times and not just on special occasions like today. Not that she wasn't happy, because she was, but sometimes she wanted him to be meaner to her, stricter, sterner, more rigid, and more demanding. Of course, she knew this was more of a want than a need. He always filled her real needs. But she was selfish and wanted too much from him. She realized this as she shifted her shoulders once again, trying to relieve the pressure raising her head to look out the window. "Why did I try to manipulate him?" she wondered He hadn't given in of course to her desire to be whipped and then her angry temper tantrum she threw when she did not get what she wanted; he had just tied her up here and left her to think about what she had done while he went back downstairs to watch the rest of his game. It was a lesson she needed to learn. She leaned her head back against the bed and she sighed in resignation. Later, in the dark of the room with the moonlight streaming in the window, he woke her up. She had managed to fall asleep in that uncomfortable position out of sheer exhaustion. She awoke to the feeling of her arms being released and he lifted her gently and carried her into the bathroom to remove the catheter and place her in a warm bath. As she scrubbed the soreness out of her muscles, he watched her bathe. "My beautiful little slut," he asked, "are you sorry now that you disobeyed master?" "Yes, sir" she said demurely, eyes lowered as she massaged her aching muscles in the warm tub. "Good girl" he said as he smiled, and her heart soared to see him so pleased with her. "Now get out of the tub, dry off and come to bed and please me" he said. She practically jumped out, eager to be with him. And as he guided her back to the bed, she knew she was exactly where she wanted to be. The Slave Girl *If any of you have read my other stories, then you know that this really isn't my thing. If you haven't read any of my other stories, then if you read this, you can figure out how a fag-hag writes straight porn. ^_^ I wrote this story because a friend of mine begged me to, and I hope he enjoys this, wherever he is. All characters are 18+* * The slave girl was weeping and terrified, and that's what kept my attention. What brought my attention to her was her rare coloration, but what kept it was that she was old enough to be ripe and luscious, but she was still weeping. Slave girls were the property of their owners and whatever servants were higher up. Even other slaves could take a slave girl to their bed, and only the very kindest of masters would punish the slaves if the girl had been unwilling. Unless she was very homely, slave girls were normally bedded dozens of times. The girl was of Northern stock, and she had the pale skin and bright hair that some men found outlandish and strange, and some men lusted over. The hair was bright gold, and hung in a heavy golden fall of curls. The eyes were red and swollen from weeping, but glinted a bright blue, like chips of the sky. She was naked so she could be more easily looked over, and her body had none of the telltale marks that she had been used. None of the hair on or between her legs had been removed, or under her arms. She had no bite or suck marks on her pale creamy skin. The most telling sign, was that she was crying, and trying to hide her shapely breasts and cover the puff of pale pubic hair with her arms. Slave girls were on either side of her. Before the auction, they tied the slaves by the side of the road, so potential buyers could come up, pinch their arms for muscle, ask them what skills they had, see if they were sickly or damaged. The slave girl was surrounded by two other men. A guard was nearby, making sure they didn't damage or bruise her before the auction, but he wasn't stopping the men from teasing and petting her. She was crying and crying like she was in pain. She wept with shame and misery when one forced his hand between her legs, felling soft fuzzy skin that was undoubtably desert-dry. The other weighed those ripe breasts in his hands, tweaking and pinching sore lotus-pink nipples. The guard interfered slightly. "Oi! Careful between the legs, this one is a virgin and she is to be sold as such!" The man fondling the slave girl's crotch smiled greedily, and it made him look like a pig. The scrawny one fondling her breasts scowled and spat. Being a virgin would make her very expensive. It explained why she was crying, but how on earth had such a beautiful girl remained a virgin? The brand on her shoulder was old and stretched and faded, made when she was a child, so she had been a slave for many years, how had she lasted? I had been here looking for a hardworking slave to help me in my shop. Preferably a young girl that would be able to take care of my needs as well. This girl was expensive, but I had just cured the Shah's daughter of pneumonia, and his gift to me had been large, and I held the coins in a heavy pouch inside my coat. It depended on how hard the girl could work. I went to her, and the pig-man scowled at me reluctantly, but he took his filthy hand from between her legs and the girl moaned softly. She looked up at me timidly. One arm was crossed over those firm tits, covering up the pink nipples. The other hand cupped her crotch, trying to hide herself from the eyes of men. Her eyes were sore and swollen. "Let me see your hands girl." I held my hand out. She obeyed immediately and I was pleased. Even humiliated and miserable, she obeyed instinctively. She cringed as my eyes darted to the pink nubs and furred slit. She laid her small white hands on my dark hand. Her skin was like the creamy white flesh of the inside of lotus flowers, and my hand was like cinnamon. Her hands trembled like frightened birds, and were small compared to my hands, I could have closed my hand and enfolded both inside. I felt her palms with my fingertip, and was gladdened by the light stipple of calluses. "What were your duties with your last master?" Tears filled those blue eyes and she looked down, her pale shoulders trembling. "I...I was a caretaker for my Master, who was old and infirm. I made his meals and laundered his bedclothes and cleaned his chambers. H-He was very k-kind." Her voice was small with fear, but low and warm and a little husky. A good voice. A good girl, used to work, beautiful, not conceited. "Good." --- The sun was beating down on the crowd. Buyers sat on stools of woven reeds in a semi-circle before a wooden platform. The blonde girl was lot seven. The first lot had been a very muscular young black man. The second and third had been brothers from the north, strong and deeply tanned by the sun. Fourth had been a trembling light-haired boy of about ten. The brand on his shoulder was fresh and oozing, and his skin was pale and burnt by the sun. Fifth had been a pair of matched girls from the east. They had slender bodies and coarse silky black hair and pale chestnut skin. They had slanted frightened eyes and slender bodies with small breasts and slight hips. I waited for the girl, not even considering the sixth lot, a brown-haired girl that would have been perfectly fine, if not for the blonde. The blonde girl was taken forward. Her slender wrists had been tied behind her back so she could no longer hide herself from the dozens of eager eyes. She trembled and her eyes were wide and scared. She reminded me of a white rabbit, shaking up there with her vulnerable legs and lightly burned shoulders and reddened eyes. I barely heard the auctioneer, bragging about the quality of her fine creamy skin, and pretty eyes, and untouched purity. Before the man was done speaking the first bid was called out. I waited. The bids were still low but rising rapidly. When the bidding had slowed slightly I called out a bid. Within three bids, it was just me and the piglike man voting for her. She looked at me with desperate eyes and I felt a throb of heat in my groin. She wanted me to have her! I called out a bid, and the pig-man glared sullenly but did not match it. The auctioneer waited, and then called out that she belonged to me. --- I had been expecting to bring a girl home, so I had brought along a loose robe of thick linen with a cord to tie it closed. I untied the rope on her wrists and slipped the robe on over her ripe young body. She tied the cord closed with shaking hands. Her face was wet with tears. I wiped her eyes and nose with a square of soft linen that I carried in my pocket. She looked at me with shy gratitude. "My name is Ashram, you can call me Master Ashram. What is your name?" "I was taken here when I was six years old. My mistress then named me Niobe. I do not remember my name before." "Niobe." I tasted the name. It was a good name. "How old are you?" "I counted the cold seasons, because I was born in the snows. I am nineteen winters old." I marveled at that, nineteen, and still a virgin. After that we didn't speak much. I took her to a cobbler, who measured her small dusty feet and made a pair of reed sandals for her. He promised that he would make two pairs of leather shoes, sandals and closed shoes, but the reed shoes would do until they were made. "Do you know how to make clothes?" She shook her head, looking slightly panicked. I put my hand on her shoulder. "Calm yourself Niobe, it doesn't matter." I took her to a stall in the market that sold clothing. I bought her three robes of sturdy undecorated fabric, a plain chador, and I had her pick out some underthings. She looked hot and tired, but she didn't say anything. She was afraid to make me angry. I stopped at a stall that was selling cooled fruit juice. She stared thirstily at the vats of brightly-colored juice that were cooling in wooden containers of water in the shade. I asked her what she wanted, and she pointed to a pale pink juice of crushed cactus fruit and pomegranates. The stall keeper gave her a cup of tightly woven reeds that was disposable and somewhat waterproof, and she drank the sweet sticky juice. She smiled at me with her lips stained red and sweet, and I felt a sudden strong urge to taste the juice on her lips, to pour the juice on her young sweet body and lap it up. My cock rose in my loose trousers. If we had been at my home, I would have torn her robe off then and there. We were in a public place, and she had not caught my look of raw lust. She had been too busy petting a stray cat that had rubbed against her ankles. The stall keeper had seen it though, and he gave me a smile full of blackened teeth. As soon as she straitened I put my hand on her shoulder and led her through the crowd. --- My shop was an apothecary. Herbs hung in bunches from the ceiling, powdered plants filled small bins. My work shelf had three different mortar and pestles, of different sizes to grind things small. I had a set of scales, several knives and hammers and scoops. I had a large fire right behind my shop, and in the shop I could boil small amounts over a pan of coals from the large fire. After I had saved the Shah's daughter, I had a lot more business, and now I could afford a girl to help me with the shop and my needs. "I make medicine and lotions and oils to soothe aches and pains. Business has grown and now I need an assistant. I will do all of the skilled work, but you can tidy up and fetch water and wood. You will boil water, and cook my meals and launder the clothes and clean my home above the shop. You said that you took care of an old man, so you should have all of these skills already." She nodded solemnly. "You will also take care of me as a woman does to a man. Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you." I hesitated. She was my slave, I didn't have to explain myself to her. Most girls would be thrilled to have a life like this, only one man demanding their attention. But she looked so frightened, and I hated that scared look on her face. I touched her soft cheek and she flinched away. I kept my hand on her cheek. "Look at me Niobe." She did. "This thing between men and women, it is not poison, it is pleasure. Some men do not care about women and they make it poison for them, but I am not one of those men. You may learn to love it." I gave her a broom. "Now, we open the shop. I may send you out to the market later, can you shop alone?" She nodded, and that pleased me. I had expected worse. --- Niobe was attentive and thoughtful, and a better assistant around the shop then I had dared to hope for. She did make a few stumbles, but she always learned from her mistakes immediately and worked hard to please me and the customers. I gave her five bronze coins and sent her to the market to shop for bread-makings and a cut of lamb and some greens. She was gone for an hour at most, but I found that I was worrying about her. It was strange that I had grown so fond of her already. I hadn't even bedded the girl once and I was panicking about her being at the market by herself in broad daylight. She came back with the pale chador covering everything but her eyes and hands. It was good etiquette for a woman to be covered at the market, and everywhere except in their own shops and homes. She had a heavy basket in her hands. She handed me two bronze coins. I was surprised, because I considered myself thrifty, but I wouldn't have been able to get the contents of the basket without four coins, and maybe more. I checked the cut of meat, and the other ingredients, and they were all of good quality. She had done her job very well, and she was beaming at me. I was struck by that smile. Her teeth were white and strong, unusual for Northerners. I chewed on the leaves of a certain plant in the morning and night, and that helped to clean my teeth and keep them white. I sold the plant in my shop, but very few bought it, even knowing it's properties. I wondered if she had chewed it to keep her teeth white. The smile was very pretty, and she didn't look as scared. I was surprised at the throb of tenderness I felt for the pretty slave girl. --- My belly was roaring for something to eat. Several of my customers had commented on the smell coming from the fire in the back of my store, and the smell was slowly driving me mad. She had timidly asked permission to use a few of my herbs as spices, fennel, rosemary, basil, garlic. I had said yes, and now those spices were rising in a thick steamy cloud that made me feel like I hadn't eaten in a year. Under the thick and tantalizing smell of the meat I could smell the good smell of baking bread. I closed the shop, and waited impatiently for the last customer to finish up. Then I went outside. Her head was bare, but the thick mane of golden hair was tied back with a loose band of linen. I recognized it as the square of cloth I had wiped her eyes with. She was stirring a lamb stew filled with chunks of vegetables and chickpeas and small sweet potatoes. Flat rounds of bread were baking in a bit of sizzling oil on a flat ceramic surface in the fire. Her face was a little sweaty from the heat, and when she saw me she gave me one of her dazzling little smiles. A few heads had poked out of the backs of their shops to sniff the delicious smelling air and give an envious look. I had subsisted and survived on my own disastrous for several years. This girl had been an amazing find. We ate up in my home. I had two small rooms above the shop, a main room with a low table and a dresser that held all of my accounts and records. The other room was a bedroom. The night was still young, and the sun had not set. She was used to eating after her master, eating whatever had not been consumed. I had her eat at the same time as me, and she was very shy. "After this you will go to the bathhouse at the end of the street. Find a woman called Azizia, and tell her that you are Ashram's new girl. Give her this as your confirmation." I gave her my ring. "When you are done come to the shop, here is the key." She looked frightened. "You are afraid, and I do not blame you after what those pigs did to you at the slave market. I will not hurt you." She smiled tentatively and bowed to me. "Thank you Master Ashram." --- I was taking a huge chance, but I needed to know. I needed to know if I could trust the girl. She was pretty, and she was a virgin, and she was a good worker and an excellent cook. She was thrifty, and she was pleasant towards me. Now I needed to know if I could trust her with the key to my shop and a gold ring with a blue topaz set as the stone. I had hired a small boy to follow her, the boy had run errands for me before, and I trusted him. In the meantime, I readied myself. I washed my body with warm water and rinsed out the dishes with water. I patted the sheets that had been freshly laundered, and I stripped naked and waited for her to come back. While I lay on my back, I chewed mint leaves to freshen my breath and gave my cock slow strokes. I wondered if she would like it, or just bear it. I heard the soft creak as the door below opened, and the soft thud as it shut. I heard the muted metal clinks of the key in the lock. My cock twitched in my hand. I let it go, and felt the thick excitement. My girl was ready for me. She was smooth and plucked and pampered. I could hear her footsteps up the narrow staircase and it seemed to be in time with the pulse of blood in my engorged cock. I heard the soft cloth sounds of her hanging up her chador, and the soft scrape of her kicking off her shoes. My hands were trembling fists, I was so excited I could barely breathe. She hesitated, and I could almost sense her apprehension. The door opened, and I could see her silhouetted in the soft light from one of the windows. She was wearing nothing but a small shift she wore under her clothes. It was a clinging piece of thin soft cloth that had a low scooped neck. It went from her shoulders to barely below her hips. Her hair hung loose, and I could smell a hint of the jasmine soap that had been used on her hair and skin. She crept to the bed, on it's low wooden frame. She slipped under the light coverlet of Egyptian cotton. I could feel her body trembling a few inches away, she was hoping that I had already fallen asleep. I was not tired at all. It was black as pitch in the room, but I knew that if I could see down the front I would be able to see my cock making a stiff tent in the fabric. I turned to the side slowly and reached out with my hand. I touched her warm side through the thin cloth of her shift. She didn't flinch, but I heard her small gasp. "Hush Niobe, this will feel good." My voice was hoarse with need. I pulled her into my body. I felt her young lean body against me, and my cock was pressed into her firm buttocks. She was stiff and trembling. I buried my face in her warm damp hair, and filled my senses with the smell of jasmine. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, and just held her. I had to fight the urge not to slowly hump my hips against the tight young swell of her fine ass, but I didn't shy away from the warmth of her. Slowly, so slowly, her body relaxed, but she was still panting. "Master Ashram? Wh-What are you doing?" "I am waiting for you to be ready. Some men just try to get a woman's virginity out of the way. The first time a woman is bedded, there is blood and some pain. Many men are afraid that they don't have the skill to make a woman feel good, so they do not even try. Other men like virgins because of the pain. They like the power when they hurt a young and inexperienced girl." I stroked her wrist gently with the tip of my finger. "I am not either of those men. I do not want to hurt you, and I know that I can make you feel good. You are frightened, and I am waiting for you to get used to me. You need to get used to my touch." I hugged her tighter and groaned softly at the tantalizing scrape of her shift against the head of my cock, which was so tight I felt like I would burst. She gasped. "I... What is happening! I feel so strange! I'm all... I'm all..." She gasped a little. "I can... feel you, and it's making my shift wet." Precome had leaked from the head of my cock and wet her shift. I groaned softly. "That is how much I want you. When men get aroused, liquid comes from the tip of their member. Not the seed that grows children, but a clear kind. Women make it too. Are you wet?" She shuddered deliciously and I could feel her thighs opening and closing slightly. The feeling increased and decreased the pressure on my cock. I moaned. "Y-Yes. I'm, very wet down there. It feels hot, like I have a fever, but not on my face." I panted in her ear and inhaled the scent of her hair and allowed myself to bump my hips once, grinding my stone-hard length into her ass. "Wh-Why do you keep moaning? Am I hurting you?" Such a shy sweet question, such a naive question. I felt a strange blend of tenderness and a roaring lust. "Hold still Niobe, hold still, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to touch you." I let my hand creep down her flat stomach until I could feel her pubis through the thin fabric of the shift. I growled softly, the cloth had a spot of dampness on it. I reached lower until the fabric of the shift ended and I was touching her bare thigh. The muscles were lean and tight and trembling, and her skin was smooth and soft and tender. I rubbed her thigh gently, and she whimpered. She turned her head slightly and I saw her blue eyes, glassy with lust and fear and curiosity. While she was looking back she squeezed her thighs together with the head of my cock in the small cleft below her buttocks. The pressure on the head of my cock made me gasp and made all of my muscles clench. The Slave Girl "Does that feel good? It looks like it hurts." I kissed her neck. "It feels incredible. If you do it again I may lose control. I am trying to show you how good it can feel." Her face was flushed, and her lips were slightly parted and gasping. She didn't speak, but she took my hand, and pushed it further up her silky thigh. She whimpered with need and surprise at her own boldness. I cupped my hand around her naked pussy. It was soft and hot and satiny smooth, Aziza at the bathhouse had doused her crotch and legs and buttocks and underarms with a thin acidic liquid brewed from wood-ash. It had removed every unsightly hair. I could feel the moist slit, and I carefully nudged one finger between the dry outer lips and onto the moist pulsing of the little bud that was the center of all female pleasure. She let out a sharp needful little cry as I touched that hot little bud and began to rub it in slow teasing circular motions. She held perfectly still except for her trembling and the slight squeezing motions of her thighs as I caressed her clit. I moved up my other hand and couldn't help letting out an eager groan as I cupped her young firm tit in my hand. "Let me take this thing off of you." I whispered hoarsely. I slid my hands across the smoothness of her hips under the shift. She whimpered, but didn't stop me. I slid my hands up the smooth feminine shape of her body, a shape like an hourglass, feeling her shift crumple in my hands. I peeled the thin garment off of her, and she lifted her arms to allow me to take it off completely. I threw it to the floor, and waited for one long, tormenting moment before reaching down to touch her smooth naked body. My right hand tangled in her thick jasmine scented hair, and I buried my face in it to inhale that sweet smell. My other hand caressed her light sculpted throat. My cock was touching her bare ass, and I could feel how warm and firm it was, could feel her trembling with excitement and fear. I put my lips against the side of her neck and moistened the skin with my tongue. She tasted sweet and young. She moaned softly when I traced patterns on her sweet skin with my tongue, and slowly moved my hips to drive my hard cock against her firm skin. She was relaxing, I could feel her. She turned her head to the side, and in the dimmest light of the moon coming through the curtain, I could see the curve of her eyelashes against the larger curve of her cheekbone. I could see the faint gleam of her curious and lustful eye. I moved up and pressed my lips firmly on hers, and she kissed back. We pressed our mouths into each other, moaning with lust and growing need. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she cried out a little, before sucking sweetly at it, and touching it with her own tongue, sweet from the mint we had both chewed. I moved my hands down her body as we kissed. Her tits were the perfect size, my hand covered them, but they were so full that when I pressed them together they made a deep valley. Her nipples were hard little beads against my palm, hot as stones in the sun. When I squeezed them between my thumbs and forefingers, she let out a sharp little squeal of pleasure and squeezed her thighs together, making me groan harshly at the pressure it put on my drooling cock. Our breaths mingled, her breath was high and fast, mine was low and frantic. I lowered my head and kissed her perfect jaw, nipping and nibbling to hear her cries. I kept one hand on her perfect breasts, squeezing and fondling, while my other hand slid down her heaving stomach to the slight rise of her naked pussy. The outer lips were no longer as dry. Her juices had oozed out until the entire slit was moist and pulsing. I rubbed my hand in the slickness of those juices and brought it to my mouth. Sweet and tart, like pomegranates. Two of my fingers were wet, and I had only licked one. I brought the other finger to her mouth, and I moaned with pleasure when she sucked it into her hot mouth without any prompting. "That is what you taste like Niobe." I whispered into her delicate shell of an ear. "That is how wet you are with me touching you. I want to make you even more eager, until you cry out with joy when my cock is inside of you." She whimpered softly and squeezed her legs together, and I groaned. She was doing it on purpose, she was trying to make me feel good, though this was the only way she knew how. She was such a sweet lustful girl. She was driving me insane. I pinched her hard nipples and lowered my other hand down to her pussy again. I spread the outer lips with my fingers and stroked the slick valley with two fingers, feeling how the juices pooled inside. I touched a moist hot slit and ran my fingers in little circles around it, collecting the hot lubricant her body made for me. She turned her head and I could see all of the lust and fear in her bright blue eye. "Please Master Ashram! Please be gentle!" She was trembling, and so afraid, but so eager as well. I took my forefinger and pushed it slowly into her vagina. Her cunt was so hot and wet and tight around it, squeezing one finger. I had never been with a woman so tight that one finger could be a squeeze. I groaned harshly into her ear and nibbled her earlobe. "So tight Niobe... So tight!" I curled that finger slightly, brushing the tender spot that made women cry out. She squealed slightly and thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on my finger down to the third knuckle, swallowing up my finger to the hand. I lifted myself up, and moved her so she was flat on her back. I was over her, and my cock was resting on her flat stomach. She looked up at me with bright lustful eyes and down at my cock with fear. "It wont fit Master Ashram!" She whimpered. I fondled her firm tits and rock-hard nipples and she cried out, her lips full and moist. "Not yet, my Niobe, not yet." I lowered myself, feeling my cock brush against her soft pussy, and then down to her legs. I kissed and licked her body, feeling her tremble responsively beneath me. She panted and gasped the whole time, and gave little shrieks when I pinched her sensitive little nipples between my teeth. When I was trailing kisses down the firm flatness of her belly, she started whimpering my name, low and soft. Her fingers tangled in my hair, cradling my skull in her hands. I looked up into her flushed face as I dipped my tongue into the sweet black cup of her navel. She gave a low desperate cry. My cock was dribbling on her creamy legs as I lowered my head to her purity. A taste, a tart taste like pomegranates. The muffled sound of her cries. The sight of her flushed slick flesh dancing inches before my eyes. The thick sweet smell of jasmine and her special woman-scent. The feel of her tight little cunt closing on my tongue. Those are things I will always remember about our first night together. I drank her sweetness like wine, and got drunk off of it. I used my tongue and fingers to stretch her, to ease open that painfully tight opening. I fondled the silky sticky little bud that made her climax once in my mouth, in a shocking cry of lust. She thrust her hips into my willing mouth, crying out as more slippery juices flowed and her pleasure climaxed. She was still trembling with lust and need, and this time, when I mounted her, she did not beg for me to stop, she begged for me to go on. She begged for more. I nudged aside the outer lips of her pussy with my fingers, and with a low groan of pleasure, slowly nudged my thick tapered head into that slit that was still so tight. I positioned myself and dribbled saliva on my fingers, to wet the shaft of my cock. I did not want to hurt my precious little virgin, any more then I had to. She put her hands on my shoulders. Her hair was spread in a golden fan on the silk-covered pillow. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes gleamed with need. I rested my hands on her hips and with a low groan I sank into her. She cried out fiercely, and I felt her maidenhead break, and the warm brief gush of blood after it did. I lay down on top of her, my cock buried in her hot pulsing cunt. She clung to me, crying out my name. I grasped her hips and she wrapped her legs around my lower back, pulling me in tighter. I thrust faster and faster, moving her back and forth on the bed as she cried out and clung to my shoulders tight enough to scratch me. I moved in and out, growling in ecstasy. She was hot and she was tight and my cock was stretching her to the limit of pleasure and pain. She was sobbing and thrusting her hips, impaling herself on my shaft. I turned over and suddenly she was on top of me, looking down at me with startled hurting and lustful eyes. "Put your hands behind your head Niobe, and kneel on my cock. Move up and down, fuck yourself on me." My voice was harsh, and she looked shocked by my language, but she put her hands behind her head, making her breasts look fine and high and ripe in the dim light, showcasing them perfectly for my eyes and hands. I reached up and fondled them as she went up and down, gasping with pleasure. I put one hand on her clit, and I felt it throbbing under my fingertips as she bounced and shrieked on top of me. I rubbed it hard as she moved and I put my other hand on her sleek thigh to help her push down. She screamed and moaned as we writhed together like animals in heat. Then she came for the second time. I could feel the walls of her cunt contract and bind tight to me. She let out a high whimpering moan. I swore and pulled out of her just as my cock spasmed and sent ropes of white splattering on her taut stomach and thighs. For a moment she knelt, gasping weakly over me. I could see the muscles of her silky inner thighs trembling, see the way her pussy was wet and trembling with a small tinge of her virginal blood. Then she collapsed forward on me. I could feel her breath on my chest, the soft press of her breasts against my ribs. Her hair covered my chest in a light silky gold. I put my arms around her slender back, and cradled her head in my hand. "Niobe... That was beautiful. Was it good for you as well?" She nodded against my chest, and then she was asleep, exhausted by climaxing twice. I felt the good tiredness of sex filling my body, but I stayed awake. We shifted sleepily until I was behind her again, and her body was fitted into my body's shape. I cradled the warmth of her breast as she slept. She was a good little slave girl, there was no doubt about that.