5 comments/ 114449 views/ 25 favorites Servitude and Sluttiness Ch. 01 By: Lexinatrix I Sarah woke as the wagon rattled over cobblestones, jolting and banging her against the sides. When she tried to brace herself, she found her hands and feet bound. Panic cut through the last of her muzziness. She forced herself upright against the bouncing. This was her wagon. The old sacking, the knothole by her left foot-- it was all as familiar as the little farmhouse she had shared with her husband until last week. And the man driving, only the side and back of his head visible from Sarah's position, he was Joe, her brother. *Bastard must have drugged my food,* Sarah thought. Cobblestones and traffic noises meant that they were on a well-traveled road, but Sarah was unable to call out because of the rags tied into her mouth. Her hands were behind her, tied to the wagon frame, so there would be no jumping out, either. The last thing she remembered was going to bed last night. The sun was bright now, but a hint of morning damp still hung in the air. She had gone to sleep at Joe and his wife's house, and now he was taking her-- where? Sarah's husband, Andrew, had been fatally kicked by a mule the previous week. The young couple hadn't had any children, so the house and the dairy farm reverted to Andrew's brothers. As did responsibility for Sarah. She had seen the way Joe's and Peter's wives looked at her. They weren't happy about having a young widow in either of their households. Sarah would have gone back to her own family, but she had none living. She had tried her best to be agreeable to her sisters, but obviously one or both of them had decided she had to go. She had a terrible suspicion she knew what they had decided to do with her. --- "Hmm." The fat man flashed his khat-stained teeth as he looked Sarah over. "A dairy farmer's widow, you say?" "Strong, and still young," Joe said. He pulled Sarah up straighter by her shoulder. "Why don't you keep her around, then? What's wrong with her?" "It's not her that's the problem. It's my wife. Sarah, here, is prettier, but my wife's got lots of brothers. So Sarah has to be the one to go." "Twenty gold kings," the slavebroker said. "What? She's worth fifty! She can do all sorts of housework and farmwork, and she brings in money as a seamstress." "Let me see her hands." Joe turned Sarah roughly so that the man could inspect her calluses. "All right, thirty. She's not a virgin or a trained dancer; you can't expect much." Joe was indignant. "Look at those breasts! You expect me to give those up for just fifteen kings apiece?" The broker grumbled, but the two men finally settled on a price of thirty-five gold coins. Joe took his money, and Sarah was left alone with the slavebroker and her fears. She knew that slaves were often abused physically and sexually. To her relief, her new owner seemed to regard her as nothing more than a piece of merchandise. He took her to a small room off a hall of similar rooms. With a muscular guard to back him up, he untied Sarah and stripped her. No one but her husband had ever seen her naked, but neither of these men seemed to notice at all. She was given a white tunic to wear. It was thin, doing little to conceal her nipples and the dark patch of her pubic hair. It fastened with ties down the front, but Sarah was told to leave it open. A harassed little medic came in to examine her. As he removed her gag to check her teeth, she noticed the glint of a metal collar around his neck. A slave. He directed her to move, show her range of motion. When he told her to spread her legs for an examination, she blushed and refused. The big guard held her down and forced her legs open without ever changing his expression. Sarah bit her lip to avoid crying in front of these men. Finally, the medic had seen enough. Sarah was allowed to stand and tie her tunic closed. "Healthy, good muscle tone," the medic reported to his master without meeting his eyes. "Early twenties. Not a virgin-- hope you didn't pay for one. But no babies, and no apparent diseases." "Good. If I take her to Gallin in tomorrow's caravan, I should be able to get fifty for her," the slavebroker said. He chained Sarah's ankle to the wall with a padded shackle. "Try to get some rest, my girl. You've a long trip ahead of you." When he closed the door, the room was pitch black. --- Sarah was transported to the city of Gallin with about 30 other slaves. Most were longtime slaves being resold. They stayed apart from the others and rebuffed any attempts to talk. Sarah tried talking to the other newly-enslaved captives, but they didn't know any more about their eventual fate than she did. Many of them had been enslaved because of debts or crimes, and a few had been captured in battle. Only Sarah and three teenagers had been sold by their families. The teenagers, two girls and a boy, were kept under heavy guard. The guards told Sarah that this was to protect their virginity, a salable asset. Sarah felt sick; she wished she hadn't asked. At the end of their dusty five-day journey, the locked slave wagons rattled under the gates of Gallin. Sarah peered at the looming grey city walls through a crack. The walls were a renowned feat of engineering, protecting the city without slumping into the floodplain silt or impairing the navigability of the Tino river, which flowed through the city. Gallin's walls had been built by slave labor, because free people could not be compelled to do such risky work. Dozens of slaves had died building those walls, Sarah's grandfather had told her. They drowned in faulty caissons, were crushed by falling stones, fell from the heights. Safety measures were costly in time and money, and building the walls by magic would have been more expensive still. In the end, it was cheaper to expend the lives of slaves. Sarah had never before questioned whether the construction had been worth all those lives. For generations, the walls had protected the prosperous city from bandits and allowed it to collect a toll on all of the river's trade. The calculus looked very different from this perspective. She wondered what kind of tasks her new owner would require of her. The slaves were taken to a compound near the slave market to eat and rest. In the morning, they were bathed and given fresh tunics. Then they were marched out into the market square. Sarah was chained with her hands behind her back to a low post. There were rows of other women chained all around her. Prospective buyers stalked up and down, viewing the wares. Sarah tensed as a young man stopped in front of her. He fingered her hair. "I do like a brunette," he mused. His hand slid down to her arm. "A tad too muscular, though." He drifted on. An older man with a hawkish nose was the next to stop. Sarah was afraid he was shopping for a bed-warmer, too, but it turned out he was interested in her skills as a seamstress. On hearing the asking price, he left, shaking his head. "Fifty kings! She'd barely earn her keep." As the sun rose over the surrounding buildings, the square began to warm up. Sarah could feel a trickle of sweat running down her back. She was trembling in apprehension. If she was purchased by a cruel master, it would make life almost unbearable. Many of the men who had so far considered buying her seemed interested in taking advantage of her sexually. It wasn't unexpected, but it was scary. If one of them bought her, she would be raped repeatedly. So Sarah was relieved when she saw that the latest prospective buyer was a woman. *At least she'll be more interested in my skills than my body,* Sarah thought. The woman was tall and red-haired, wearing expensive clothes and striding confidently through the marketplace. She paused here and there to look over one of the slaves for sale. Her gaze fixed on Sarah, and Sarah could feel it like a hook in her gut. The woman stopped in front of Sarah and gestured the broker over for questions. "So, what's this one got to offer?" the woman asked. "A dairy farmer's widow, Lady Miriam. Perhaps you would prefer to look at one of our more highly trained offerings?" "They're overpriced, and I prefer to do my own training. As you know-- how many girls have I bought from you by now, Zeb?" As she spoke, Lady Miriam ran her hand absently over Sarah's body, palpating the muscles of her arms and thighs. Her hand was soft; Sarah shivered involuntarily. The slavebroker bobbed obsequiously. "Of course, my lady. You have always been one of my most valued customers." Lady Miriam's hand moved up to Sarah's nipples. Sarah tried not to show a reaction when Lady Miriam rolled them between her fingers through the tunic's rough fabric, but she couldn't suppress a surprised gasp when Lady Miriam pinched them. "Well, slave, have you got any skills?" the lady asked. *The more skills I have, the more valuable I am, and the better care a buyer will take of me,* Sarah reminded herself. "All kinds, my lady," she said. "I can cook and clean and tend animals, and I'm a skilled seamstress." "*All* kinds?" The lady's voice was amused, but Sarah didn't dare look to see if she was smiling. "Still," Lady Miriam continued, "a seamstress might be useful in my household." Without warning, her hand ran up under the tunic to probe between Sarah's legs. Sarah's startled cry earned her a slap from the slavebroker. "A distinct possibility," Lady Miriam said to him, wiping her fingers on an embroidered handkerchief. "You know my tastes. Show me any others that might interest me." They walked on down the row. Sarah was left to reconsider her assumption that a female buyer would not be interested in her sexually. The sun was almost overhead now. Several more prospective buyers came by, and a slave with a dipper of water. Sarah was beginning to feel dizzy from nerves and standing in the sun. She closed her eyes for an instant. When she opened them, Lady Miriam and Zeb, the slavebroker, were standing in front of her. "Let me see her," Lady Miriam demanded. Zeb untied the front of Sarah's tunic and pushed it back over her shoulders to bunch around her cuffed hands. She blushed as she felt the warm sun and the woman's gaze on her exposed skin. Lady Miriam took Sarah's chin in her hands and examined her face. Sarah didn't find it hard to remember not to meet her eyes. "I'll take her," Lady Miriam said, stepping back. "Deliver her to my townhouse this afternoon. I'll want her collared, with my usual options." She started to turn away, paused. "Oh, what's she called?" "Sarah, my lady," Zeb answered. "I don't think I have any other Sarahs. That name will do, then." Lady Miriam looked directly at Sarah, who was still completely naked before her. "You're mine, now, Sarah." Sarah felt tears pressing hard at the back of her throat. --- Two attendants replaced Sarah's tunic, unhooked her from the post, and hustled her over to a pavilion at the edge of the square. A liveried servant arrived with a purse of gold from Lady Miriam, and the accountant recorded the sale on a tablet. A cord with a clay seal was affixed to Sarah's cuffed wrist as a receipt. She felt dazed, docilely going along with whatever was required of her. Struggling wouldn't have done any good, anyway. She didn't have anywhere to go even if she could escape. Sarah was pushed into a small, darkened area of the pavilion walled off from the rest by panels of striped fabric. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the relative darkness. Someone hit her expertly in the back of the knee, and she fell to her knees, blinking, onto an intricately decorated carpet. As her eyes aclimated, she saw that the little cubicle was occupied only by a brazier and a man in a dark robe. A mage. She had never seen one this close up before. His eyes were distant, and he smelled of incense. One of the attendants handed the mage a seal ring. "For Lady Miriam Asher," he said. The mage raised something before Sarah that gleamed in the dim light. When her eyes focused, she realized it was a metal collar. Choosing a variety of small, colored stones from a pouch, he passed them one by one through the thin smoke from the brazier and pressed them against the collar. Each time he did, there was a flash of colored light and the smell of hot metal. The stones remained embedded in the metal. Sarah was intrigued and terrified. As a child, she had always longed to see magic performed, but she was deeply afraid of what the purpose of this magic might be. The mage finished altering the collar. "Name?" he asked. It took a moment for Sarah to realize she was being addressed. "Um. Sarah, your potency," she said. "Sarah," he said. He placed the collar around her neck and pressed the ring hard over the clasp. There was a bright white flash, and Sarah felt an unsettling tingle and prickle all over. "You won't be able to remove the collar without killing yourself, so don't try," the mage said in a bored tone. The attendants lifted her to her feet and took her out to another wagon. She was about to be delivered to her new owner. Servitude and Sluttiness Ch. 02 Sarah couldn't see much of the city; the wagon the slavebroker had put her in for delivery was enclosed. With her hands still cuffed behind her back, it was hard for her to keep her balance as the vehicle navigated the twists and turns of Gallin's streets. The collar was light against her skin, but its unfamiliar presence was a constant reminder of the permanence of her new status. The pins-and-needles sensation she had gotten when the collar was fastened had been very unpleasant, and she wondered whether the magic was only to keep her from removing the collar, or whether there were other effects. When she was pulled out of the wagon, she was in a neighborhood she'd never seen on her rare visits to the city. Imposing townhouses surrounded by walled grounds competed with each other for grandeur. The whole area was on high ground, well above the spring flooding that sometimes plagued the poorer neighborhoods. The slavebroker's men were admitted through the gate of a house that seemed older and less ornate, though no less large, than its neighbors. They escorted Sarah to the back door of the house, where they turned her over to a footman and an athletic-looking blonde woman in a slave collar. The footman and the slave woman took Sarah without comment to a small room just beyond the baize door. Sarah balked at her first sight of the chair that dominated the center of the room. It was huge and padded, with many moveable parts controlled by levers and cranks so that a person seated in it could be placed in a wide variety of positions. Straps dangled from multiple points on the monstrosity. Sarah didn't know exactly what Lady Miriam's intentions were, but she did know she did not want to be restrained and helpless in that chair. She shook her head, eyes wide, and dug her feet into the floor. Her struggles were ignored; the footman and the blonde woman calmly stripped her and forced her into the chair. They fastened her to it at the wrists and ankles with wide, soft straps. The woman even held Sarah's head back against the chair while the footman fastened the collar to it. She could turn her head, but not move it away from the headrest. As a final touch, they reclined the chair halfway. Sarah was left there panting in fear. She was unable to see most of the room from this position, and the collar prevented her from lifting her head to look. --- It seemed a terribly long time, but also far too short, before she heard someone enter the room. Lady Miriam came into her field of vision. She stroked a stray strand of hair back from Sarah's face. "Sarah, dear, you're my slave now. I want to impress upon you what that means. You belong to me utterly. I can do whatever I want to you. Anything." As she spoke, she drew her fingers down Sarah's neck, leaving a trail of heat. Sarah shivered. "You will call me Mistress or Lady Miriam, and I shall call you Slave or Sarah." Sarah nodded, distracted by the caresses that Lady Miriam was sliding over her belly, between her breasts. "Do you know why I chose you?" Lady Miriam asked. "You need a seamstress?" Sarah said hopefully, though she knew it was futile. Lady Miriam laughed. "I don't personally shop for slaves to do that sort of work." As she had done in the market square, she rolled Sarah's nipples between her fingers. It felt good, better even than it had felt before. Sarah bit her lip, but her nipples hardened of their own volition. "I chose you because, of all the dozens of attractive girls for sale today, you had the strongest response. You might have hated being molested against your will in public, but your body liked it." Lady Miriam leaned forward to whisper in Sarah's ear, her breath hot against the girl's face and neck. "It made you wet." She pinched Sarah's nipples hard, and smiled as her new slave gasped and rolled her hips. "You were married, weren't you? I bet you liked it best when your husband was a little rough. When he held you down." Sarah didn't answer, because she knew any denial she might make would ring false. Lady Miriam's hand was stroking lower, and it felt far too good on Sarah's inner thigh. "There are three things you should know about that collar, dear. First, you'll never be able to escape. You can't remove it, and I can track it anywhere. Second..." she traced a finger slowly toward Sarah's sex. "It makes you much more sensitive to my touch because I wear the ring to which the collar is keyed." Lady Miriam turned a crank that separated Sarah's legs. She kept turning until the position was almost uncomfortable. Delicately, she traced Sarah's vulva, which were already pink and swollen. "As I'm sure you've noticed by now, pleasure is enhanced." *Damn, that explains a lot,* Sarah thought. "However," Lady Miriam suddenly delivered a stinging slap to Sarah's inner thigh. Sarah's whole body tensed at the pain, which seemed out of proportion to a simple slap. "Pain is also amplified. You're the perfect toy, because you can never become habituated to what I do to you. I enjoy the power of getting a reaction from you, whether pleasure or pain. Usually I prefer pleasure. There's nothing more fun than ripping an orgasm out of unwilling flesh." Lady Miriam spread Sarah open and began expertly milking her clitoris. Sarah writhed in her bonds, ashamed of the copious flow of liquid leaking out of her. "But," Lady Miriam continued, "Before you start feeling too safe, you should ask yourself why I bought you. What happened to my last body slave?" Sarah's whole being was concentrated in her clitoris. She couldn't stay still or contain the little mewling sounds emanating from her throat. Her breath shuddered in and out. When she felt her new owner's fingers enter her, she was simultaneously grateful and violated. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on those strong fingers, dragging her clitoris through Lady Miriam's grip faster and faster. When she came, the orgasm was overwhelming, stronger than any she'd had before. Her muscles clamped hard around the fingers inside her, and her vision grayed. The orgasm hollowed her out. Sarah began to weep silently as she lay limp and sweating. As soon as the pleasure had passed, she was crushed by shame. Lady Miriam stepped back and cleaned her fingers off with another handkerchief. Her cheeks were flushed, but not even a strand of her curly red hair was mussed. "Oh, and the third thing about the collar," she said, as if Sarah hadn't just humiliated herself. "You can only orgasm if you are in direct contact with me. No matter what you try, no one else can give you release." She dabbed at Sarah's tears with the handkerchief that smelled of the slave's juices. "There, there. This is only the first of many times I'm going to rape you. It looks like you're quite a slut, so I think you will come to enjoy it. You may even beg for it. "But you'll never have control over how or when I take you. I'll use your body as I like, violate you in ways you can't even imagine, and will share you with whoever I want to. You can't say no. Or, well, you can say it, but it won't do any good. So it's still rape. Maybe that will be a comfort to you when you start feeling guilty about how much you like it. The collar doesn't make you enjoy it, you know, it just makes you more sensitive. All of that slippery slutty pleasure came from you." Sarah was sobbing unrestrainedly now. "Please, no," she said. "Please don't do that to me again." "You beg pretty," Lady Miriam said. "I'll have to remember that. You should know that this is your life now. I'm sending you to the house slave dorm. Revka will explain your other duties and begin your training. Keep in mind that your lifespan probably won't last much longer than your entertainment value. If you learn well, you could be my fucktoy for decades to come." --- Sarah was given a sleeping pallet in a room with five other slave women. The blonde woman, Revka, was in charge of all the house slaves. She guided Sarah to a large bathroom and watched impassively as Sarah washed away the slick evidence of her body's betrayal. Sarah had never seen such a room. Tiled pools, decorated with lewd mosaics, were fed with pipes of hot and cold water. "You'll do stretches and calisthenics with all of us every morning," Revka explained. "The mistress likes her girls fit. You're responsible for her wardrobe: laying out clothes, making sure they get laundered and pressed, doing small repairs, and assisting with fittings. You'll also be responsible for caring for her special toys." Sarah shuddered to think what "special toys" a woman as depraved as Lady Miriam might have. Revka smiled cruelly. "You're a lucky little slut, Sarah. Lady Miriam chose you as her particular body slave. You'll tend to her person as well as her clothes. I'll be training you in just how to provide personal services the way she likes. We all serve the mistress, but you will be called upon to serve most intimately and frequently." Sarah slept uneasily on her pallet, recalling the unwelcome pleasure her new owner had wrung from her and dreading Lady Miriam's promise to use her again and again. --- In the morning after exercises, Sarah was issued her clothing. Revka handed her a simple dress and chemise. The dress was revealing, but not scandalous, hitting her above the knee. Both dress and chemise laced at the bodice. The neckline was low enough to display Sarah's collar and the tops of her breasts. Disturbingly, there was no underclothing beyond the chemise. Revka showed her the laundry and Lady Miriam's dressing room. Back in the slave quarters, she summoned a well-endowed slave named Becca. "Pretend Becca's the mistress. Now, give her a backrub." Sarah pressed her fingers into the muscles under Becca's smooth skin. "Not so hard at first," Revka barked. "Start with the shoulders; Lady Miriam likes that." Becca was meltingly pliant, and Sarah's fingers ached fiercely, by the time the lesson concluded. After lunch, Revka brought Sarah to Lady Miriam's chamber. Sarah's heart beat fast, but Revka's strong grip on her arm kept her from bolting. The bedchamber had tall, latticework windows opening onto the courtyard. Cushions, draperies, and covers in brightly colored exotic fabrics gave the room an atmosphere of luxurious indulgence. Lady Miriam was wearing a dark green silk dressing gown that contrasted nicely with her pale red-head's skin. Revka pushed Sarah down to kneel before her mistress. "Strip," Lady Miriam said, watching avidly as Sarah unlaced her bodice and pulled off her clothes with trembling hands. Sarah could feel the pressure of her gaze against her naked skin. "Trim her pubic hair in the bath tonight," Lady Miriam ordered Revka. "Yes, mistress." Sarah was acutely aware that she was about to be raped again. To her horror, she felt a heaviness in her breasts and swelling between her legs at the thought. Lady Miriam began tugging at the kneeling slave's nipples. Sarah bit her lip at the pleasure. Her oversensitivity to Lady Miriam's touch was unabated. Her clitoris was throbbing in time to Lady Miriam's movements. She arched her back, unconsciously offering her body to her mistress. When Sarah's eyes drifted shut, Lady Miriam pinched her nipples painfully. "Look at me, slave. I want to see what I'm doing to you in your face." Eager to avoid the pain, Sarah looked into Lady Miriam's flushed face. "Get on the bed and spread your legs for me." Sarah flushed. "No." "'No', is it? You have until the count of three to comply. One... Two..." Sarah darted for the door, but Revka caught her and wrestled her backwards onto the bed. The blonde slave pinned Sarah's wrists above her head. Lady Miriam forcibly separated Sarah's clenched thighs with her knee. She knelt on Sarah's spread legs, knees digging into the soft flesh of Sarah's inner thighs. "Didn't I tell you that saying 'no' wouldn't do any good?" Lady Miriam asked. "You're mine." She spread Sarah's swollen pussy lips. "It looks like your body already knows who it belongs to," she said, as her fingers found wetness. Sarah's body jerked at the touch. Lady Miriam spread the liquid up and down, swirling over Sarah's clit. Pleasure swelled and spread through her belly and legs. The knowledge that Revka was watching added to Sarah's humiliation. "Look at me, slave," Lady Miriam demanded, capturing Sarah's dark eyes as her fingers stroked the girl's clit. It was horrifyingly intimate. Sarah whimpered and writhed under Lady Miriam's hand. "I bet you'd like to come, slave," her mistress said in a low voice. She opened a drawer in the headboard and withdrew a polished wooden cock. Sarah's eyes widened. The cock was bigger than her husband had been, thicker, and she couldn't help imagining what it would feel like to have it opening and filling her. She shook her head. "No." Lady Miriam purse her lips. "There's that word again. So, you don't want to come on my cock?" Sarah's pussy muscles clenched as she remembered the intense orgasm of the previous day. She wanted to come on that cock, but she wasn't about to admit it. "No." "Then you'll have to be punished. Actions have consequences, dear Sarah. And you'll find that refusing me has particularly unpleasant ones." Lady Miriam removed her hand from Sarah's clit, smiling at Sarah's little moan of protest. From the drawer, she pulled out a set of straps. With Revka's help, she fastened a belt around Sarah's waist. Dangling from the front of the belt was another strap, which she threaded between Sarah's puffy pink vulva, up between her ass cheeks to fasten to the waist belt at the rear. Sarah's erect clitoris poked through a slot in the strap. Every wriggle of the girl's hips drew her nub against the slot. Lady Miriam pressed her seal ring to the belt fastener, and a flash of light confirmed the belt was locked until she removed it. She took one last item from the drawer, a small bottle of ki-on extract imported from the East. Carefully, she brushed a tiny amount onto the edges of the slot stimulating Sarah's clitoris. The girl sobbed as the growing burning sensation added to her unwelcome arousal. Lady Miriam nodded at Revka to release Sarah. The girl curled around her burning crotch, every movement exacerbating her aching need to come. Lady Miriam shed her dressing gown and sat naked on the edge of the bed. "Come kneel between my legs, slut." Sarah crawled over to comply, whimpering as the strap massaged her clit. Lady Miriam spread her pussy open with one hand and grabbed the back of Sarah's hair with the other. Sarah looked helplessly at the evidence of her mistress's arousal: creamy wetness and a dark red clit peeking out from its hood. "Pleasure me with your mouth," Lady Miriam commanded. She dragged Sarah forward by her hair and thrust her hips into the girl's face. Sarah licked and sucked desperately, wanting this nightmare to end. Her own arousal was pounding in her clit with every heartbeat as Lady Miriam's pussy juices coated her lower face. Lady Miriam guided her with commands and painful hairpulling to suck the hard, enlarged clitoris between her lips. Thrusting, Lady Miriam fucked Sarah's face until her clit twitched and she came with a growl. She shoved Sarah away. "Go clean up, slut." Sarah nearly cried when she realized the stimulation belt wasn't going to be removed. Servitude and Sluttiness Ch. 03 Sarah slept fitfully. Her body was almost unbearably aroused by the stimulation belt. Desperate for relief, she had broken down and rubbed her clitoris, trying for an orgasm. Her frustrated moans and thrashing had woken several of the other slave women. Becca had laughed. "You don't get it, yet, do you? None of us can come unless the mistress is touching us, you dumb slut." Then Revka had renewed the application of the warming ki-on extract to Sarah's clit. "I don't appreciate having my sleep disturbed," she said, as Sarah gasped and moaned hoarsely. Morning exercises were torture as the strap rode over her aching, hardened clit. By the time Sarah was sent to Lady Miriam's chambers to lay out her clothes, her legs were so unsteady she could barely walk. Lady Miriam ignored Sarah as the slave laid out clothes for the day and put away Lady Miriam's nightclothes. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the slave staggered around the room, hips rolling involuntarily against the tormenting strap, ass clenching with each wave of pleasure. After only a few minutes, Sarah broke down. She knelt before Lady Miriam. "Please, mistress," she said, tears running down her cheeks. Lady Miriam pretended ignorance. "Please, what?" "Please, I need to come. Please let me come." Sarah felt shame wash over her as she begged. "Oh, I don't know," said Lady Miriam. She brushed the kneeling girl's swollen clit with a toe. Sarah's body jerked violently. "Do you recall what you were being punished for?" Sarah looked at the floor, her hair falling to hide her face. "Yes, mistress," she whispered. "Look at me and tell me what you did to deserve being punished." Sarah blushed as she looked up. "I said no." "You said no to what?" "To being f-fucked with your cock, mistress." "So, and now you want me to let you come," said Lady Miriam. "Tell me you want it." "Please don't make me say it," Sarah said. "Say it. Beg me." "Please, I, I want your cock," Sarah said brokenly. "Where do you want my cock, slave?" "In my cunt, mistress. I want you to put your cock in my cunt and make me come. Please." Tears of humiliation ran down Sarah's cheeks, but the need between her legs was undeniable. "Good, you're turning into a good little slutslave," Lady Miriam said. She freed Sarah from the stimulation belt, admiring how red and wet the slave's sex was. She strapped the large cock into a harness, with the base pressing against her own clit. Laying the girl back on the bed, Lady Miriam pulled Sarah's legs around her waist and poised the head of the cock at her entrance. Sarah felt even more wetness flow out of her as the thick head nudged her entrance. Lady Miriam pressed the cock into her slave. It was bigger than anything Sarah had even taken inside her, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate it. Lady Miriam withdrew a little, then pushed deeper. Sarah grunted. The stretching was pulling at her clit deliciously. Again, Lady Miriam pulled back a little. Then, she thrust forward, impaling Sarah on the cock. Sarah let out a deep moan, her fingers digging into Lady Miriam's back as her mistress violated her. Lady Miriam took her hard, using her for the pleasure of the cock against her own aroused clitoris. Sarah's cunt sucked and grasped at the invading cock, eagerly welcoming the hard length pounding into her. Her muscles tensed, and she could feel her orgasm building. "Oh, please, oh please," she panted. "Come for me, slave," Lady Miriam said, and Sarah did. It was even more intense than the orgasm Lady Miriam had forced from her in the chair. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. Her cunt clamped hard around the fake cock inside her. Lady Miriam continued to fuck her even after Sarah collapsed under her. She raped the girl's weakly stirring body until she reached her own orgasm, thrusting the hard cock into Sarah's uncomfortably sensitive tissues. When Lady Miriam withdrew, her cock was glistening with Sarah's juices. She pinched Sarah's nipple, hard, until the slave roused from her lassitude. "You got my cock all dirty with your sluttiness," she said. "Clean it with your mouth." Lying back, she watched in amusement as Sarah struggled to fit the big cock in her mouth. Sarah had never sucked a cock before. The action made her feel even more degraded than being fucked; tears ran down her cheeks. She tasted her own juices for the first time on Lady Miriam's cock. She dropped her jaw, trying not to gag, as her mistress thrust slowly into her mouth. She made involuntary choking noises as the cock hit the back of her throat; this seemed only to please Lady Miriam more. "Use your tongue, slave, and do a thorough job," Lady Miriam said. Sarah did her best. Her jaw and tongue were aching when Lady Miriam finally released her. "Now, now," Lady Miriam said solicitously to the weeping, exhausted slave. "Look on the bright side. You've only got one orifice left for me to violate for the first time. After that, I'll have claimed your whole body, and you won't have anything left to worry about preserving from defilement." --- "No," Revka said. "Suck it in and flick your tongue over the tip." By way of demonstration, she flicked a finger rapidly over the head of Sarah's clit, watching Sarah's hips squirm in response. Sarah was on all fours with her head buried between Becca's legs. Becca was panting and whimpering as her cunt was used as a teaching aid. "Do you feel that tightness in her ass and thighs?" Revka asked. Sarah's mumbled assent buzzed against Becca's clit. "Normally, that would mean she's about to come. Speed up." Becca's hips were thrusting her hot, swollen cunt against Sarah's face. Her pussy muscles pulsed hungrily. As Sarah continued to torment her clit, Becca forgot herself enough to beg. "Please..." It escaped through gritted teeth. Sarah found herself enjoying Becca's response. For once, she was not the one degrading herself by begging for pleasure. "Please, I need to come," Becca's fingers twisted in Sarah's hair. Her voice was distorted, almost unrecognizable. "Of course, she won't be able to come without Lady Miriam, however desperately she wants to." Revka pried Sarah free of Becca's grip and lifted her to her feet. Sarah's face was slick with Becca's arousal. Becca moaned in protest, writhing on the floor for several minutes before her body resigned itself to frustration. "You both stink of sex," Revka said. "Go clean up. The lesson's done for the day. Tomorrow, Sarah, I'll teach you to take a cock all the way down your throat." On her way back from the bath, Sarah encountered Becca in the hallway. "This is your fault, Sarah," Becca hissed angrily. "When Lady Miriam got rid of Ruth, I was going to be her main body slave. Then she saw you in the market." "I didn't want to be sold and raped," Sarah said. "Oh, but you enjoy it now," Becca said. "You're her favorite. She uses you all the time, and meanwhile she hasn't let me come in weeks." Seizing Sarah's arms, she pushed her back against the wall of the corridor. Sarah's head bumped painfully on the hard stone. Becca pinned Sarah's arms to the wall and thrust her thigh roughly between Sarah's legs. Becca's leanly muscled thigh felt good against Sarah's clit; she found herself rocking her hips. "Did you like feeling me moving under you?" Becca demanded. "Did you like making me beg?" Becca grasped Sarah's throat with one hand and forced the other into her crotch. Sarah whimpered at the touch. She could feel wetness coating Becca's fingers. "Let's see how you like being the one left aching to come, and knowing you can't" Becca smiled triumphantly as she stood back, leaving Sarah leaning weakly against the wall. --- Sarah's clit was pounding with pressure at every heartbeat. She tried to ignore it as she brushed and folded Lady Miriam's clothing, but every step she took sent shivers of intrusive pleasure through her pussy. Becca and some of the other girls, jealous of Sarah's position, had taken to tormenting her at every opportunity. Her nipples were twisted whenever she went to the laundry. Now they were permanently hard and rubbed against the her chemise with every breath. Hands stroked her clitoris when she was asleep, so that she woke to a raging need and Becca's mocking eyes. Just this morning, she was cornered and fingerfucked in the stairwell. The constant arousal was wearing on her, a neverending reminder that she was an enslaved slut. Lady Miriam came in as Sarah was getting out the saddlesoap to clean the strapon harnesses. "Why are you walking wih your legs so far apart?" Lady Miriam asked. "It's nothing, mistress," Sarah said quickly. "Tell me." "It's just some of the other girls. They like to-- tease me. They think it's funny to get me hot." Lady Miriam smiled. "Do they? Show me." Sarah could feel heat in her cheeks as she lifted her skirt. She knew her lips were swollen, and that her engorged clitoris was peeking out from between them. "Put your foot on that stool and open yourself so I can see." Lady Miriam studied the glistening pink of Sarah's pussy. Sarah was praying silently for her to touch it. Perhaps this was her chance to finally come. "Tell me what they did." "Becca and Esther caught me in the stairwell. Esther held me while Becca raped me with her fingers." Sarah's cunt had slurped eagerly at Becca's fingers, even as Sarah cried and protested. "How many fingers did she use?" "Three." Wetness was trickling out of Sarah at the memory. She was quickly losing hope that Lady Miriam would punish the other girls for tormenting her. Lady Miriam seemed to be enjoying hearing about what had been done to her. "Show me exactly what she did." Sarah sank three of her fingers deep into her cunt with a moan. "She just put them inside like that with no preparation?" Lady Miriam asked. "You must have been very wet already." "Yes, Lady Miriam," Sarah whispered. "Fuck yourself on your fingers. No, don't close your eyes. Look at me." Sarah complied, hips jerking as her fingers pressed into her wet cunt. "Please, Lady Miriam. They've been teasing me for days. Please touch me and let me come." Lady Miriam watched Sarah plunging her fingers into herself. "You are so sweet when you beg." Sarah's cunt was making wet noises. She moaned. "No," Lady Miriam said. "I decide when you can have your release, and I think it's more amusing to leave you hungry this time. You may fuck yourself for me as long as you like, and there's no need to stop that pretty begging. But you're not going to come." It took several minutes for Sarah to get herself back under enough control to stop fingerfucking herself. When she finally withdrew her fingers, she bit her lip, panting and sweating. Her cunt clenched repeatedly, protesting its emptiness. Lady Miriam watched avidly. "That should encourage humility," she said. "Now, take that basket of clothes down to the washerwomen." Sarah did as she was told. Becca was waiting for her in the laundry room. Servitude and Sluttiness Ch. 04 "Do you recall me promising to claim your entire body, slut?" Lady Miriam asked. Sarah's hands paused as she polished one of her mistress's wooden phalluses, then quickly resumed her work. "Yes, mistress." "I've fucked your mouth and your sloppy cunt, but that ass of yours is still as unused as the day I bought you. Have you ever had anything up your ass, Sarah?" Sarah's anus puckered at the thought. It sounded painful. "No, Lady Miriam." "Would you like me to fuck your ass, slave? Be honest." "No, mistress," she said meekly. "Too bad. I'll do whatever I like to your body." Sarah knew that to be the truth. Lady Miriam sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here and lie across my lap." It was useless to resist. Sarah lay facedown across her mistress's lap. Lady Miriam lifted her skirt up, baring her raised buttocks and covering her head. Lady Miriam traced delicate patterns over Sarah's smooth buttocks. The sensation was heightened by Sarah's collar. She couldn't keep her hips still. Lady Miriam spread Sarah's cheeks and regarded her tight asshole. Gently, she dripped oil into Sarah's crack and massaged it into the slave's anus. Sliding one hand under Sarah, she laid a finger along each side of Sarah's clit. The slight undulations of Sarah's hips slid her clit between her mistress's fingers. Chuckling evilly, Lady Miriam spread a little ki-on extract over Sarah's anus, pushing a little inside with her fingertip. The effect was immediate. As soon as the burning liquid touched her, Sarah began to squirm and writhe. Her anus clenched and loosened involuntarily, working the substance deeper inside her. The sensation was so intense, Sarah couldn't decide if it was pain or pleasure. Not that it mattered; Lady Miriam would enjoy both. "This really does hurt less if you relax," Lady Miriam said. "Though I do like to fuck a tight, resisting hole, too." She warmed one of her bronze buttplugs in her hand, then spread oil and more ki-on down its length. Sarah squeaked and flailed at the pressure of the plug at her sphincter. Lady Miriam smacked her hard on the buttock, leaving a red handprint. "Lie still. I'm just going to open you up a bit. I'm not going to stick a cock in you just yet." She stroked Sarah's clitoris as she worked the plug into the girl's ass. Sarah screamed as the plug invaded her rectum. It got wider and wider, stretching and filling her helpless ass. Then the widest part was past, and her muscles snapped tight around the narrower neck of the plug, pulling it even deeper into her ass. The flared base pressed against her anus. "Good girl," Lady Miriam said, stroking Sarah's clit. In addition to the unaccustomed fullness, Sarah could feel the increasing burning of the ki-on on her tender membranes. She was so distracted by this that she didn't notice Lady Miriam putting the stimulation belt on her until it was fastened around her waist. "No, please, I'll let you do anything to my ass. Please don't put me in that thing," she said. "Your ass is already mine. You don't 'let' me do anything," Lady Miriam said. "And I want you properly warmed up for tonight." She fastened the second strap between Sarah's legs, positioning the open slot so that Sarah's swollen clitoris poked through. A drop of ki-on on that sensitive organ, and Sarah was propelled beyond rational thought. Her entire being focused on the throbbing of her clit, and the way her spasming muscles fucked her subtlety on the plug in her ass. --- After what felt like hours, Revka came to retrieve Sarah. The burning in her clit and ass had finally eased. As long as she stayed still, Sarah was fine. The slightest movement, however, shifted the plug in her ass and rubbed her clit against the strap. Sarah moaned as Revka stripped her, washed her with cool water, and dressed her again. The dress was much more revealing than her everyday clothing: a short skirt and a low, tightly-laced bodice that threatened to spill her breasts out over the top. *Oh, well,* Sarah thought. *All the slaves and Lady Miriam have seen me naked already.* Revka took her to the large formal dining room. Every step increased Sarah's arousal, until she was moaning slightly as she walked. Revka opened the door and pushed her inside. Sarah froze. The room was full of people, over a dozen, eating dessert. They were dressed formally for dinner. She was dressed in the skimpiest outfit she'd ever worn. Lady Miriam looked up and beckoned her over. Sarah went to her. "Kneel," Lady Miriam ordered. Sarah gasped at the movement of the strap against her clit as she complied. "You're mine to lend out as I like," Lady Miriam said. Sarah flushed at the thought of being offered up to a stranger's pleasure. Was her mistress going to let one of the guests use her? Lady Miriam continued. "I know you desperately need to orgasm, slut, but you can't yet. You're going to crawl on your hands and knees under this table and orally pleasure any of my guests who want to come in your mouth." That was worse than being sent to a guest's room to be raped after supper. Sarah felt tears prickling at her eyes, but she knew she had to obey. Slowly, tormented by the stimulation belt, she crawled under the heavy table. She was surrounded by knees. Men's in black trousers, women's in gowns. She looked around for an indication of whom she was to serve. There, off to her left. A woman had rucked her skirts up and spread her legs. Sarah crawled over and buried her head in the woman's crotch. She used her trained mouth skillfully, teasing the woman's clit until she came with a soft sigh. Sarah wondered if the woman's conversation partners knew what was being done to her beneath the table. Wiping her mouth on her hand, she looked for her next task. A man on the other side of the table had unbuttoned his trousers and freed his cock. It bobbed up towards the underside of the table, red and almost fully erect. Sarah approached hesitantly. Despite Revka's lessons, she had never sucked a real cock. He sucked in his breath when she closed her lips around the head. Running her tongue around the head of his penis, she felt him grow harder. He was almost as hard as one of the wooden dildos she was used to, but his smooth skin slipped over the hardness in an intriguing way. He wasn't as big as most of Lady Miriam's toys; she could do this. She closed her eyes and swallowed him. When she felt him hit the soft back of her throat, she opened farther and took him all the way in, as she'd been trained. She was startled when his hand grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her to bob up and down on his shaft. Fortunately, it only took a few thrusts to finish him. The cock twitched and swelled in her mouth. His hips jerked as he came, and she hit her head on the underside of the table, falling back hard on the plug in her ass. He had been so deep down her throat when he came that she had no option but to swallow most of his semen. Sarah had serviced about half of the guests when dinner finished. Her stomach felt full of come, and she was glad she hadn't had any dinner of her own. Lady Miriam drew her out from under the table and gave her a napkin to wipe her face. The party moved to the parlor. "I want you all to get a good look at my newest acquisition, Sarah, since so many of you have made use of her talented mouth this evening," she said. Sarah couldn't help wondering which of the guests had come in her mouth. Probably not that blonde man with the bulging erection, unless he was very quick to recover. Did she remember the lace trim on that prim-looking woman's dress? Lady Miriam ordered Sarah to strip. Then she unlocked Sarah's belt with her ring and peeled it out from between the slave's soaking lips, which had puffed up around it. "Bend, over, Sarah, and show everyone what you've got in your ass." Sarah wished she could die of embarrassment as she bent over and spread her ass cheeks, exposing the base of the bronze plug to all of Lady Miriam's guests. She almost lost her balance as Lady Miriam pushed on the plug. Lady Miriam guided her to a raised dais at one end of the room. "Get down on all fours with your ass towards the room," she commanded. Raising her voice, she addressed her guests. "Before today, this little slutslave had never had anything in her ass. She grasped the base of the butt plug, pulling the wide part against the inside of Sarah's sphincter. Sarah knew what was coming. She tried to relax, but she still cried out in pain as her mistress ripped the plug from her inexperienced hole. The guests murmured as they watched her anus tighten and release uncontrollably. "I'd like to feel that clenched around my cock," one of the men said. Sarah hoped his wish wasn't going to come true. "Since she's mine, I think it's only fair that I should be the one to rape her virgin ass for the first time," Lady Miriam said. She strapped on a cock and sat in a wide armchair on the dais. She handed a bottle to Sarah. "Lube me up good, because this is going in your ass whether you like it or not." Sarah's hands shook as she obeyed. This was one of Lady Miriam's smaller cocks, but it was still fairly large, with a bulbous head and ridges along the shaft. "That's right, slut. I'm going to fuck your ass with this in front of everyone, so they can see how much you love it." The guests stood or sat according to their preferences, choosing vantage points from which they could all see the entertainment. Lady Miriam's cock jutted out lewdly from her hips, glistening with lube. Sarah's cunt ached at the sight. *Why doesn't she just fuck my pussy? It would feel so good....* But she knew the answer as soon as she thought the question. *Because this is more degrading for me, and she loves that.* "Come here, slave," Lady Miriam ordered. "Stand in front of me and face my guests." Lady Miriam pushed Sarah's feet apart so that her own legs were between Sarah's, spreading them. "Put your hands behind you on the armrests." Sarah was breathing fast and shallow now, afraid of the pain that she could do nothing to avoid. Lady Miriam took hold of Sarah's hips and pulled her down until the head of her cock was pressing against the girl's anus. Slowly, ignoring Sarah's whimpers, she worked the head into the tight hole. It hurt. Sarah had never felt so full, and she knew this was only the tip of the cock. She squeezed her eyes shut. Lady Miriam pulled her hair sharply. "Open your eyes, slut. Look at everyone who's here to watch me fuck you." Everyone's eyes were devouring Sarah's naked flesh. The blond man had taken out his cock and was thrusting into his hand with deep, slow movements. He met Sarah's eyes, and she knew he was imagining it was her ass gripping him, not his hand. On a wall behind the guests was a large mirror, the largest Sarah had ever seen. She could see herself reflected there, naked except for the slave collar, poised over her mistress's cock. Without warning, Lady Miriam spread her knees wider, knocking Sarah's feet out from under her. Sarah caught herself on her arms, but she could feel the cock slowly sinking deeper into her ass. Her arms began to tremble under her weight. They gave out suddenly, and she fell fully back into Lady Miriam's lap, impaling herself on the cock all the way to its wide base. Sarah screamed as she stretched painfully around the thick intruder. The pain was so bad she felt sure something had split open inside her. She could see Lady Miriam's face in the mirror looking over her own shoulder. Her mistress had never looked so triumphant. Lady Miriam reached up to tweak Sarah's left nipple, pulling and rolling the hard nub in a way she knew would arouse her slave. After allowing Sarah a few seconds to adjust to having a cock in her ass for the first time, Lady Miriam began to move in and out a little at a time. Sarah could see it all in the mirror, her glistening pussy pink and exposed between her spread legs, the flush of arousal across the tops of her breasts. And, oh, the cock sliding in and out of her ass, dragging her tight ring of muscles down on each outward stroke and dimpling it in with each inward stroke. Lady Miriam moved more and more vigorously, until she was pulling the cock almost all the way out of her slave's ass and then slamming it back in again. The pain had long since faded, and Sarah was cooperating in her ravishment, fucking herself up and down on Lady' Miriam's big tool, enjoying the pressure and fullness. Her fingers dug hard into the armrests, and she gave a low moan every time her mistress speared into her. She knew everyone in the room could tell she was enjoying this violation, but she couldn't stop herself. Lady Miriam increased the pace of her thrusts, and her thighs tensed under Sarah. Sarah ground herself hard on the cock, rocking the base against her mistress's clit. Lady Miriam came in her ass, biting down hard on Sarah's shoulder to contain her cries. Her hips thrust brutally up into her slave's flesh until the climax passed. Sarah was still fucking up and down on the hard shaft. Lady Miriam stroked Sarah's hard clit firmly between her fingers. Once, twice, and Sarah was coming, shaking and moaning. The pressure in her ass held her open even as her muscles tried futilely to close, and it prolonged her orgasm for unbearable minutes. As soon as her orgasm started to ebb, Lady Miriam milked another one out of her clit. Sarah came and came until she begged to be allowed to rest, and still her mistress made her come one more time. Sarah was exhausted by the time she was lifted off her mistress's cock and laid on the floor. "That was a beautiful display," one of the female guests said. Sarah didn't she who it was; her eyes were closed, and it seemed she might never catch her breath. "Thank you," said Lady Miriam. "You really ought to bring her to my little party week after next. Between her and my Ruth, we could have quite a lot of fun." "What an excellent idea," Lady Miriam said. "In the meantime, though, anyone who wants to fuck this slave tonight can do whatever they want with her. She won't come unless I'm touching her, but I think she's had enough of that for one night, don't you?" Sarah groaned weakly as she was picked up and transfixed with a cock in her cunt. When another cock pushed itself into her tenderized ass, she nearly passed out. It was a long, long night. Servitude and Sluttiness Ch. 05 Revka fussed over Sarah in the bathing room as she prepared her for the party at the Macian embassy. "I know it's a small private party, not an official affair, but I want you to reflect well on the House of Asher," she said, smoothing a final bit of lotion onto Sarah's newly shaved mound. Lady Miriam had ordered Sarah's body shaved completely. The air currents felt strange against her bare skin. Revka had coaxed Sarah's naturally wavy dark hair into curls and dyed her lips two shades darker than their normal tone. She showed Sarah the results in a bronze hand mirror. "There, don't you look delicious?" Sarah didn't reply. She was nervous. Her experience at the last party she'd been required to attend had left her sore for five days. Her mind flashed back to the unbearably pleasurable series of orgasms that had been forced out of her, and to the seemingly unending abuse that had followed. Her clit twitched of its own volition. Revka broke into her thoughts. "I'm sorry, Sarah, but I have to put this on you." She held up the stimulation belt. Her eyes were sympathetic, because she knew firsthand how frustrating it was to wear. "It's alright, Revka. It's not your fault," Sarah said. Revka buckled the belt around Sarah's waist. "I can't seal it like Lady Miriam does, but don't take it off, all right?" she said. "She'll punish me if you do." Impersonally, she began to roll the shaft of Sarah's clit between her fingers and thumb, ensuring that it was hard. Then she fastened the strap that ran front to back between Sarah's vulva and buttocks. The girl's straining clitoris poked through a slot in the strap. When Revka rubbed a drop of ki-on extract on Sarah's clit, Sarah embarrassed herself by whimpering. Her clit was burning, and it would get more intense before the sensation faded. Worse, wetness was already flowing out of her, enough to soak the strap. She was grateful that Revka ignored her obvious arousal. Revka helped her dress in a skimpy frock and left her to wait in the front hall. Sarah waited, trying not to think about what indignities she might be subjected to tonight. She squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to quell the burning between her legs. Lady Miriam arrived in an evening cloak. She fastened a leash to the slave collar on Sarah's neck and led the girl out to her carriage. Every step slid Sarah's clit through the slot in the strap. The ride to the embassy was too short for Sarah's taste. Her cheeks burned with shame as Lady Miriam led her past the footmen on the leash. They were directed to a small room in the private section of the embassy. Ambassador Delan herself greeted them, wearing an eyecatching black leather bustier and shiny boots. "Lady Miriam, I'm so glad you're here. And you've brought sweet little Sarah." Sarah shivered under the woman's hungry gaze. She recognized her from the party at Asher House. There were several other people in the room. One, the only man, lounged on a couch sipping dark wine. A diminutive blonde woman in a silk dress leaned against one paneled wall. And another slave girl was shackled spreadeagled to a tilt table on the far side of the room. As Lady Miriam tugged her unwilling slave farther into the room, Sarah's eyes focused on racks and racks of toys and implements. She swallowed hard. Struggling would not stop these people from doing whatever they wanted to her. But her gut was still screaming at her to run, to fight, to do anything to avoid having those tools used on her soft flesh. An empty tilt table stood opposite the one with the helpless naked slave. Sarah's gaze was drawn towards it with sick fascination. When the door thunked closed behind her, she jumped. Lady Miriam cast aside her cloak and came around behind Sarah. She lifted Sarah's breasts out over the top of her dress and began kneading her nipples. "Sarah, dear," she spoke in her slave's ear. "I'd like you to meet Ruth. Before I bought you, Ruth was my personal slave. I used that hot body of hers for my pleasure. Oh, that girl can scream. When I tired of her, I sold her to my friend Ambassador Delan." Ruth looked terrified. Her eyes were wide, and quick breaths jiggled her breasts. "Now," Lady Miriam continued, "Ambassador Delan's tastes are a bit different from my own. We both like to force slave girls. But, while I prefer to make a girl scream and moan with pleasure, she likes to hurt girls to extract the same sounds." Lady Miriam's insistent fingers rolled and pulled Sarah's hardened nipples. Her warm lips brushed Sarah's ear as she spoke. "It makes her all hard and wet to see a girl in pain. And so we thought of a fun little game." Still holding Sarah's trembling body back against herself, Lady Miriam tugged at the stimulator strap through Sarah's dress. The girl's head fell back. "Aren't you going to ask me what kind of game?" she taunted. "What--what kind of game, mistress?" "It's called tit for tat, and I think you'll catch on quite quickly." Lady Miriam tugged on the strap again. "But where are my manners? Before we start, would anyone like to make use of this slut's mouth?" "I'd like to give her a try," the blonde woman said. "Sophie said she ate pussy like she was born for it at your party." "By all means, Eva," Lady Miriam said. She propelled Sarah towards the woman with a shove. Sarah stumbled, her breasts dangling free over the top of her bodice. Eva sat down on the couch, and Sarah knelt obediently before her. The blonde woman pulled her dress up to reveal a dainty pussy with a small clitoris and neat labia. Sarah didn't get much of a chance to look, though, because Eva threw her legs over the slave's shoulders and brutally pulled her mouth down. Sarah sucked and licked frenziedly, trying to satisfy Eva before the woman suffocated her. Drawing the tiny clitoris out of its hood, she swirled her tongue around its head over and over. Sarah's rhythm faltered slightly when someone began to pluck at the stimulator strap where it met the belt in the back, forcing her swollen clit through the slot. She didn't have much attention to spare for her own arousal, though, as she licked and struggled for breath. Eva came silently, her whole body rigid as her clit twitched in Sarah's mouth. She released Sarah's head and sat back with a sigh. "Mmm. That was nice. Anyone else want a go?" The tall man with the wineglass shook his head, although he had an erection that was clearly straining against his pants. "I want to be hard enough later," he explained. Ambassador Delan chuckled. "Oh, poor Matthew. It's such an inconvenience being male, isn't it?" She rubbed her hands together briskly. "Now, I think it's time we got started here. You." She pointed at Sarah. "Strip." Sarah unlaced her bodice and let her dress fall to the floor. She wore nothing underneath it but the stimulator belt. The man, Matthew, came closer to examine it. "You're so ingenious, Lady Miriam." He slid two thick fingers along Sarah's belly, under the belt. She bit her lip. "Look at that clitoris. It's so swollen it's purple." "Yes," Lady Miriam said. "In the interests of not letting the slut come too soon, perhaps you'd better take it off her instead of me. She's far too sensitive to my touch." Matthew freed Sarah from the belt, and she stood naked before all of them. "Restrain your slut, please," the Ambassador said to Lady Miriam. Lady Miriam shackled Sarah to the tilt table and pivoted it up until Sarah and Ruth were mirror images: two scared slave girls, strapped down and helpless, staring into each other's faces. Lady Miriam took one of Sarah's swollen nipples into her mouth, sucking and massaging it with her tongue until Sarah writhed against her restraints. Ambassador Delan pinched one of Ruth's nipples and placed a jagged clamp on it, causing the girl to arch her back in pain. "I see you understand our game," Ambassador Delan said to Sarah. "Your mistress said you were a quick study. For however much pleasure you receive, Ruth will suffer the same amount of pain, or as near as we can gauge it. She has a sensitivity-enhancing collar just like you do. Your mistress and I will have to strive to outdo each other. Since Lady Miriam is my guest, I have allowed her to take the lead." Lady Miriam stroked the vulnerable flesh of Sarah's inner thighs tantalizingly, up and down. On the opposite table, Ruth received stinging slaps on the same area. When Sarah's other nipple was teased, Ruth's was cruelly clamped. Sarah hated to see the other girl suffer, but there was nothing she could do about it. Both of them were toys for their mistresses' depraved pleasures. When Ambassador Delan picked up a small whip with a few flexible leather strands, Ruth cringed. Lady Miriam spread Sarah's swollen pussy lips wide and caressed their inner surfaces, avoiding her engorged clitoris. It felt so good; wetness leaked from Sarah's cunt even as Ambassador Delan snapped the whip against Ruth's pussy. Lady Miriam's fingertip flicked the tip of Sarah's clit, up under the hood. Sarah's cry mingled with Ruth's as Ruth's mistress pitilessly pushed back her clitoral hood and struck her with the whip. "You might be interested to know that Ruth is a lot like you," Lady Miriam murmured to Sarah as her fingers circled the opening to the girl's hungry cunt. Ruth's cunt was being pulled open by more clamps. "She was sold into slavery to cover her father's debts. A nice, innocent girl I took pleasure in violating." Sarah's hips were churning involuntarily as her arousal built. "You'd like me to violate you now, wouldn't you?" A teasing finger dipped into Sarah's wet channel. Ruth cried out at another lash to her clitoris. "But I think I'll let Matthew do that this time," Lady Miriam said. She stepped back, and Matthew took her place in front of Sarah. He dropped his pants, and his cock sprang free. Sarah's eyes widened. It was huge and thick, as big as Lady Miriam's largest toy. He smiled at her surprise as he smoothed pre-come over it. "For every thrust, Ruth over there gets a lash on her clit or her nipples," he said. "Just think about that while I'm fucking you." He shoved himself roughly into Sarah, but her body welcomed him. Sarah's cunt clasped greedily at Matthew. Over his shoulder, she could see Ruth, thrashing in pain each time Matthew drove home in Sarah. Sarah knew Matthew couldn't make her come, but the fullness was so satisfying that she was disappointed when his cock abandoned her pussy. She lifted her head in confusion; she knew he hadn't come yet. Why was he pulling out? Her attention was pulled away from Matthew by Eva. The small blonde woman pushed three fingers into Sarah. Behind Eva, Ruth squealed in pain. Four fingers. Another cry from Ruth. Eva's thumb pressed into Sarah's sloppy hole. Sarah was thrusting back at her, uncontrollably aroused. As Eva's hand pressed inward, approaching the widening of her knuckles, Sarah saw Matthew position his huge member at Ruth's anus. Eva pushed hard, stretching Sarah's cunt wider than it had ever been opened, until her entire hand slid inside. Sarah screamed. She writhed around Eva's hand like a puppet. Eva's fingers curling inside her pressed against her g-spot and brushed her cervix. At the same time, Matthew thrust brutally into Ruth's unprepared ass, Sarah's juices his only lubricant. His face contorted as the girl's muscles contracted in pain, trying to expel him. Ruth's hoarse screams had her mistress smiling. The girl begged and pleaded for him to withdraw, but he fucked her relentlessly. Her pain was his pleasure as her resistance tightened her around his cock, pulling his orgasm from him. Sarah, too, was pleading as Eva's fist fucked her. She met Lady Miriam's eyes over Eva's shoulder. "Please, mistress, I have to come so bad it hurts. Please let me come." "But if I let you come, poor little Ruth will have to pay the price," Lady Miriam said. "If I let you come, Ambassador Delan is going to pierce the hood of her clitoris with that needle you see her preparing. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be responsible for causing the girl such terrible pain. Look at her. She could so easily be you." Ambassador Delan held up a clamp and a thick, curved needle for Sarah to see. Sarah's stomach clenched at the thought of how much it would hurt to have her genitals pierced. Inside her, Eva's fingers wriggled. Sarah was finding it hard to think, but she knew she couldn't take much more of this. "You've always hated me for using your body for my pleasure," Lady Miriam said. "Don't think I can't see the way you look at me when I take you. You think I'm the bad one and you're the innocent victim. But you like it." Just for an instant, her finger pressed the rock-hard tip of Sarah's clit. Ruth grunted as her own clit was clamped. "You're just as bad as I am, because you're willing to do anything to come. Including hurting this girl." Sarah felt tears running down her face, because she knew it was true. She was desperate to come. "Yes, please. Make me come, mistress. Make me--" Lady Miriam was stroking Sarah's clit in time to the pounding of Eva's hand inside her cunt, and Sarah was wailing and coming and trying to block out the sounds of Ruth's agony. Sarah came hard, bruising herself against her restraints and clamping down so firmly on Eva's fist that it was some time before the woman could remove it. Opposite her, Ruth was sobbing as her mistress threaded a ring through her fresh piercing. Eventually, both slaves stilled, sagging in their bonds. Lady Miriam wiped the tears from Sarah's cheeks. "Good girl. That's my slut." She gently circled Sarah's clitoris with her fingers, and the girl was horrified to feel it begin to swell again. "Well, it looks like she might have some more in her," Lady Miriam said, pleased. "What about yours?" Ambassador Delan flicked Ruth's piercing with her finger. Ruth flinched and yelped. "Not catatonic yet." The Ambassador moved to one of the racks to select new torture implements. Sarah thrust her clit shamelessly into her mistress's fingers. Eva removed the clamps on Ruth's nipples, allowing the circulation to return with a flood of pain. The Ambassador was doing something at the fireplace that Sarah was trying to ignore. Lady Miriam milked Sarah's clit, and Sarah had no resistance left. "Please, I need to come," Sarah begged. "What, again?" Lady Miriam feigned surprise. "You must be an insatiable slut." "Yes, I'm a slut, I'm your slut." Sarah's clit was throbbing. "But, Sarah, think of poor Ruth. If I let you come, her mistress is going to brand her ass with that hot iron." Ruth went pale. "Please, Sarah, no. Please don't let them do this to me." The tip of the iron in Ambassador Delan's hands glowed cherry red. Sarah dangled on the precipice of a crushing orgasm. "Do it," Sarah said. "Do it." The disgustingly appetizing smell of sizzling flesh filled the room. Ruth mercifully lost consciousness. And Lady Miriam dropped her hand, leaving Sarah in unfulfilled agony. --- "That was great fun," Sarah heard Ambassador Delan say. "The pleasure's in the breaking, though," Lady Miriam replied. "Now that she's utterly abased herself, the bloom is off the rose. I think it's time for me to find a new toy." "I'll take her off your hands," Ambassador Delan said.