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Slaves of the Desert Compound 01

By: FrankHarris1



The slave Aspasia whined as she was hauled through the shadowy hallway by her stern companion, who gripped her upper arm firmly as he strode down the passage with her in tow.

"The Master will be asking for me; he'll not want me punished."

Certainly, some of the other slave women had confided to Aspasia that her slim, shapely figure, soft black curls and sensuous red lips had indeed found favor in her Master's eyes.

"But the Master is away, and it was anyway he who instructed me to take you to see the Mistress".

This troubling information temporarily silenced the girl's expostulations.

Daughter of a wealthy city merchant, captured in a sudden pirate raid, she had recently been purchased in the slave market by a local wealthy lord. Her original captors had spared her virginity, for financial rather than compassionate reasons, contenting themselves with regular use of her soft mouth and lips. She had discovered in herself an aptitude for this previously unknown form of service, delicately stimulating her various captors so that they competed for her favors. This success in manipulating strong men had, alas, caused her to grow arrogant in her new circumstances. It was a succession of disobedience that had led to her present situation, summoned to the Mistress Astarte, who was seldom seen in the parts of the compound where the slaves lived and served. However it was generally known that she occupied a high position, with considerable authority. Occasionally a statuesque, richly dressed figure would be seen moving purposefully and gracefully on her way, but speaking little.

The pair approached a thick wooden door, banded with metal, which swung open before the soldier knocked. He pulled the slave roughly through the arch into a long, low, dimly lit chamber. Aspasia stopped short, smitten by the remarkable scene taking place in front of her. On a platform in front of her knelt the slave who had been purchased at the same time as she. A slender, pretty young man, he was naked and his smooth skin and soft blond hair were patched with sweat as he worked. On either end of his crouching body stood a nude soldier, one gripping the slave's buttocks as he slid his thick, rigid cock deeply into the latter's rectum. The other guard performed the same action on the slave's stretched mouth, allowing the recipient to delicately stimulate the head of his cock with his tongue, then thrusting deep into his throat.

As Aspasia watched in horrified fascination, the tempo intensified and both men thrust more deeply into the slave's trembling openings. The man in front let out a deep groan as his cock swelled and began to shudder. He held the gasping supplicant's ears and pressed deep into his throat. At the same time the man behind began his climax, holding the victim impaled on his cock. The slave sucked even more frenziedly, clenching the muscles of his ass in and out to stimulate the ram commanding his soft rear. Then, swallowing and shaking, he received the long spurts of essence at both of his entrances, finally sinking to the floor with a sob. Gripping him by his long, silky hair, the rear guard brought the trembling mouth to his cock, which received it to suck it clean. The slave then turned to the other and performed the same service, humbly licking his now softening organ clean of all remaining essence. As he did so, Aspasia observed that the slave's buttocks, upper thighs and lower back bore fresh red welts, raised up in neat rows on his tender flesh.

A movement to the side brought Aspasia's attention away from this remarkable scene. A tall, superbly shaped woman stood in a short gown made of some exotic leather that fit her curving shape closely. Her hair was a cloud of soft red silkiness, her scent exquisite, and her eyes beautiful and piercing. Her lips were shaped in a cupid bow and her figure perfectly proportioned, with an air of unspoken dignity and command. This must be the Mistress Astarte, thought Aspasia, observing her narrowly and apprehensively. The Mistress spoke.

"You may take him back to his work. But he had best not be brought to me again."

The slave quickly turned his attention to her, pleading fearfully.

"Please Mistress, I will do whatever I am asked with a willing heart. May I be given another chance to serve as I should?"

Astarte leaned forward, pinched the young man's cheek, and caressed it gently.

"I think perhaps that you have learned your lesson. Go then, and make sure that you give your best."

Breaking into a smile of relief, he picked up his smock stiffly and almost ran out the door, accompanied by his now relaxed partners, the vivid stripes on his pale tender bottom clearly standing out as he made his escape.

Astarte turned to Aspasia. Her perfume was delicate and intoxicating, and she spoke calmly and with an air of command.

"The new slave. So, it's said that you have been sent to be taught some obedience. Come here, and disrobe."

Aspasia began "Well, I've done nothing wrong", when a stunning explosion cut her words short. Without seeming to move Astarte had smacked her hard across the face twice.

"Disrobe, I said."

Her ears ringing, face burning, whimpering, Aspasia undid her simple dress and allowed it to fall to the ground. She stood nude before the tall Mistress. Aspasia's confidence, scattered by the unexpected blow, began to return as she posed. Her slender shape, small but perfectly proportioned breasts, and slim round buttocks were complemented by a shower of soft black curls, huge eyes and a red mouth. Aspasia was well aware of the charming picture made by her naked body. She opened her mouth invitingly and let her pink tongue moisten her lips as she adopted a softly seductive stance. And indeed, Astarte seemed not unmoved by this delightful picture.

"You are a pretty maid indeed."

She trailed her hand the length of Aspasia's back to the divide of her buttocks. Aspasia relaxed slightly, at least until the crack of the Mistress' hand across her rear provoked a cry of surprise and pain.

"Lie down on your back on the platform."

When Aspasia was slow to respond, her hair was seized and a powerful grip dragged her painfully down. Reluctantly she lay on her back on the platform where the boy had performed his service. The wood was rough to her soft skin. Her wrists were taken in a steely grip and each bound with cords, which were then attached to rings in the platform. Her ankles were also bound, but those cords left unattached.

"Yes, a charming picture."

The Mistress touched Aspasia's lips, sliding a strong, shapely finger into her mouth. She stroked Aspasia's soft wet tongue, and the inside of her cheeks, inserting several fingers to grip Aspasia's tongue firmly, so that it was difficult to breathe. Then her hands moved to Aspasia's breasts, to pinch and rub her nipples, which stood up under this attention. Aspasia squirmed as the Mistress stroked her soft navel.

"Now spread your thighs apart."

"What are you going to do to me?" blurted Aspasia. A sharp tug on her soft pubis was the response.

"You are going to learn obedience, and to be silent. When you leave my room, you will know these things."

Aspasia spread her thighs as ordered. Her delicate mound, with a silken patch of soft hair, opened to reveal a moist pink entrance. Astarte's fingers stroked her skin, and moved into her damp slit. She fondled the pearl there, which began to rise beneath her touch. Stimulated, Aspasia began to move her hips gently as her breath came a little faster. Astarte evidently liked her own sex. Perhaps Aspasia might use her natural attributes to seduce, and control, this daunting woman, as she had successfully done with other women in the household.

"Yes, a pretty little slut. You will serve well, once you have been taught some manners."

The cords around her ankles were suddenly pulled tight, and Aspasia's shapely legs were drawn up and outwards towards the ceiling of the room, as far as they could stretch. Her back remained on the platform, but her legs were stretched apart in a V pointing up and behind her, with her buttocks spread and slightly raised in the air. She was utterly exposed, in a way she had never experienced before, helpless and vulnerable to anything.

"This hurts! Can you not let me down?"

Astarte's response was to walk over to the wall, where Aspasia had observed an array of instruments hanging from hooks. She selected a couple of items and returned to stand by the platform, where Aspasia looked at her apprehensively.

"You are not a rapid learner. You were told to be silent; this will help to instruct you".

A metal implement cage-like, was pushed into the girl's soft mouth. She twisted in her bonds, tried to close her mouth, and push it away with her tongue. Her nose was tightly gripped and when she gasped for breath the instrument was pushed in behind her teeth. A few clicks, and Aspasia's mouth was held wide open. The metal pinched her soft cheek and gums, and she protested violently, but her words could not be formed clearly.

"This will serve. You will not speak, but your mouth can still be used ..."

A sudden, intensely piercing sensation distracted her. Astarte had thrust two fingers into her anus, where she stroked Aspasia's velvety rectal wall. Never before had the girl experienced this kind of intrusion. She gasped and squirmed violently, trying to dislodge her Mistress' long strong fingers. Instead Astarte placed her thumb in the girl's vagina, rubbing the thin internal walls between her probing digits and moving deeper into the girl's virgin bowels.

Spit flew from Aspasia's opened mouth as she writhed helplessly, and Astarte thrust the same fingers that had been in Aspasia's ass into the girl's mouth. The girl bucked as violently as her bonds permitted, but was obliged to submit to the strange oily flavor of her own secret place being wiped onto her tongue. The Mistress thoroughly cleaned her hand; then stepped back and looked thoughtfully at the flushed, sweating girl.

"Now I think we can begin."

She stepped away to the wall, and returned holding a lithe bamboo cane which she showed to the girl. Then she moved to the foot of the platform, where the girl's thighs and bottom were fully exposed; tapped the cringing flesh a couple of times, swung her arm back all the way, and struck.

The swish of the cane was followed by a fiery pain that made Aspasia gasp. The burning intensified a moment after, and the girl tried vainly to soothe the offended part, writhing her hips to ease the pain. Astarte regarded her struggles calmly and appreciatively. She then delivered three more cuts to her victim's buttocks in quick succession, the last of which drove a muffled scream from Aspasia. A pause ensued, while the pain gradually subsided. Yet Astarte was just beginning. Vicious strokes cracked against Aspasia's buttocks, then her upper thighs, then across her lower back. Another pause, while the girl's screams subsided to sobs, until Astarte moved to deliver a series of strokes that crossed the stripes, creating a far more intense agony and provoking a series of muffled shrieks of pain from the errant slave, whose shapely buttocks now displayed a vivid pattern of pink and red marks.

Astarte stepped back and inspected her handiwork. Red welts crossed the girl's behind, creating a startling contrast to her pale, soft flesh. The sobbing lessened, but Astarte sent another three strokes whistling through the air to crack on the girl's glowing skin. The howling resumed, eventually softening into sobs. The Mistress leaned over her victim and stroked her cheek; Aspasia's eyes beseeched her for mercy.

"I believe that you are beginning to understand, my sweet. We'll pause for a moment, a different experience; but only for a moment. You must show me what you have learned thus far."

With that she stepped on to the platform where Aspasia lay spread-eagled, and pulled up her tight garment. Under it she was nude, her shapely parts shaved. Placing one foot on each side of the girl, she lowered her cunt over Aspasia's open mouth.

"Put your pretty tongue out and lick me."

The weeping girl, her resistance subdued, put out her tongue through the metal cage and began to lick inside her Mistress's parted vaginal lips. Astarte moved slightly for sensation, enjoying not only the tingling caress but also the suffering in Aspasia's face. Adjusting her stance, she maneuvered her anal entrance over the working tongue and sighed when the girl, after a very brief hesitation, began obediently to lick and probe Astarte's rear with her pretty pink tongue.

After several shuddering orgasms, she leaned down to grip Aspasia's damp hair tightly. Lowering her cunt directly onto the slave's lips, she paused, and delivered a gush of urine into her victim's open mouth. Aspasia writhed, screamed and choked, but could not avoid the acrid stream. Astarte gripped the girl's nose tightly so that in gasping for air she must inevitably swallow a good deal of the liquid. Gagging, coughing and gasping, Aspasia went limp as the last drops splashed onto her face and hair. Astarte smiled as she looked down at her victim's wide eyes and soft wet mouth. 

"I believe we'll try a little more of the cane now. It's going to hurt."

Slaves of the Desert Compound 02



Aspasia lay face down on her cot. From her lower back to the tops of her thighs, she was striped with red and pink raised welts, which contrasted vividly with her pale flesh. Sitting down or lying on her back were out of the question; as it was her backside burned, while her anus – subjected to various intrusions by Mistress Astarte – throbbed and the entrance had not closed fully even after a few hours. 

"You're too tight in your rear passage; the Master enjoys a close fit, but it will need to be made larger nonetheless. You will be taught how to make love with that part of you. You had best learn quickly." 

After she had straddled Aspasia and delivered a gush of urine into her mouth, so that her face and hair were soaked, and she was coughing and spitting in an attempt to remove the acrid tasting residue, Astarte had selected a new cane, this one bamboo wrapped in leather. She had then addressed her strokes to the inside of Aspasia's soft thighs, striking sharply, pausing for the sensation to reach its peak, then delivering another blow close by, or across, the mark left there. From the first stroke the pain was agonizing; it seemed she was being cut to the bone, so that she shrieked and begged (as far as the mouthpiece allowed her) without cease. It appeared, alas, that this only caused the intensification of the caning; Aspasia's throat was raw, and she had pissed herself, before her cruel mistress took a break. Astarte then fondled the soaking wet girl's vagina and rectum, and much to Aspasia's surprise her body responded eagerly to the sensual sensations; which formed a considerable contrast to the pain of the caning. Then the whipping, and the howling, commenced again, until the abused girl finally ceased to respond to the strokes, collapsing into a low, steady sobbing.

Astarte apparently felt her task was, for the time being, accomplished. She untied the girl's bonds, which had left red marks on her wrists and ankles, and eased her onto a couch, holding a cup of wine to her lips. Aspasia started with pain each time her back parts contacted the couch fabric; as her strength returned she felt it better to stand. 

"You see where your disobedience has brought you. This is only a taste of what will await you if you are sent to see me again. Go as you are back to your quarters. Tonight you may rest; tomorrow the women will commence your training as a concubine – an obedient one." 

Aspasia was obliged to return along the corridor naked and barefoot, hanging her head in embarrassment, smelling of urine and with her rear vividly striped for all to see. She felt more timid and subdued than ever in her life; she blushed as the guard at the gate of the slave quarters approvingly regarded her shapely front, and paused in surprise when she passed him and her flaming buttocks and thighs came into view. She moved stiffly to her cot and lowered herself painfully face down onto the linen.

She must have dozed off from exhaustion when she returned to consciousness. A hand was gently shaking her; it was evening and the light outside the high windows was softened and departing; shadows were forming in the long room with its draperies and hangings. She heard the voice of Sosima, an older slave who still retained much of her good looks. 

"So you've been to see our Mistress. It must be clear now what behavior is expected of you, my dear. But you are beautiful, and can learn." 

With that Aspasia felt a soft touch and first a gentle sponging, and then a soothing ointment being spread carefully on her welts. 

"You won't be able to sit for a day or two; my sweet, but the marks will fade soon." 

The ointment, which perhaps contained some mild narcotic, gradually subdued the sting and Aspasia relaxed. The softness of the bed was so welcome as to be a sensual delight; she stretched (carefully) like a cat and burrowed deeper into the mattress. Sosima's soothing touch continued and Aspasia fell into a semi-sleep; there was a light caress at her labia, and a soft kiss to an unmarked part of her behind. The pleasurable sensation was such a contrast to the stinging and burning that Aspasia pushed her rear back towards the source of the kiss. Sosima continued her gentle kisses and her touching, dividing the girl's soft lips with her fingers and sliding inside the damp slit. She lowered her mouth to the girl's soft, puckered anus and began licking the ring of muscle; which opened like a flower under her ministrations, so that Sosima's pink tongue began to probe the wetness inside, simultaneously stroking the girl's pearl of a clitoris. These increasingly pleasurable sensations mounted slowly and steadily until Aspasia felt herself coming; the flowing waves of orgasm were enough to put her out like a light.

 "Good night, my sweet. When you are better, you can return the favor to me. Tomorrow you will begin to learn your art."   



Slaves of the Desert Compound 03



The two slaves sat next to each other on the low divan. Somewhat shy – each was totally naked, except for a thin silver collar around their necks – they nevertheless exhibited unspoken responses to the other, since both were slender and finely muscled, with unblemished skin, soft hair and fine features. The nipples on the woman's small but shapely breasts were semi-erect, while the other's short thick cock stirred a little.

"How long have you been in this household?" the girl asked softly. 

"Almost a year since I was brought here. I was taken in a raid on our town, brought across the desert and sold to the Master and Mistress." 

"Like me; though I've only been here a few days. Can you tell me what is going to happen to me?"

"We are here to serve the master and mistress, and whomever else they wish. I've been told to begin teaching you what you will need to know. That is, to give pleasure. Tell me, what experience – you know what I'm referring to – have you had?"

The girl blushed. "At my home I was confined to the women's quarters. It was said that I would be married to an important ally of my family. So I was carefully guarded and had little opportunity to experiment; although sometimes at night one of the other girls would come into my bed, and kiss and caress me. It was nice. Then on the journey here the trader made me take off my clothes and stand before him while he looked and touched me all over. I was so embarrassed! He made me kneel down and open my mouth, and kiss and suck his thing. I think I was doing what he wanted until he made a loud sound and cream came out of the end. I was so surprised that I choked and accidentally scraped his skin with my teeth. He was angry and hit me on my behind with a cane. It stung horribly! But I think he thought he would get less money for me if I looked beaten, so he stopped."

"You will have to learn all the arts of love, and quickly. If you disappoint, you will be sorry; punished long and hard and perhaps sent to work in the fields. Your sweet looks won't help you there; and they won't last long either. It was the same for me when I came; I didn't know anything, and was sometimes slow to understand all my duties. But I learned more quickly after I was sent to the Mistress. She is beautiful, but very fierce. I was tied over a bench, with my ankles fastened and my wrists pulled up in the air. It was very uncomfortable and I couldn't see what was happening, and then she smacked my behind with a wicked little crop that had a square of leather on the end. It was really loud and stung like mad. She smacked me again and again, doing it each time just as the pain from the last stroke began to go away. After a dozen or so I was writhing in pain and trying to move my burning bottom out of the way. I was crying and begging her to stop, if only for a minute. She just laughed and continued, one after the other. Finally she paused and I was able to relax a little. My skin was on fire. I'd never had anything hurt like that and go on so long.

But that wasn't all, at all. My bottom was glowing – it felt like it must be bleeding – but she told me that now the real "instruction" would start, that the crop was only preparation. What came before was only a warm-up. She had a thin bamboo cane in her hand, and began to thrash me with it. She did it more slowly, but it hurt much more. The cane would strike, and there was a moment's pause; then a really agonizing feeling hit, and I cried out and tried desperately to reach to soothe it. After a while I was howling in pain, and she began to cross the strokes over where she had already beaten me. Finally I just started sobbing, couldn't stop, tears pouring down my face. After that she finally stopped, and actually comforted me. She gave me a drink and touched me gently. Then she made me do some things to her, and sent me back to the slave quarters. She said she thought I had learned my lesson. That was for certain! I thought I must be covered in blood. But when I looked, there were only stripes. And my skin was bright pink." 

The woman was pale, her mouth trembling. "But how awful! Will they do that to me? I couldn't stand it!"

"I'm afraid that sooner or later you will be thrashed. The Master and Mistress feel that it is necessary occasionally if we slaves are to maintain a proper attitude of serving. But I've seen slaves commit relatively severe offences and escape with a reprimand, while others are whipped severely for something very minor. Mistress seems to like especially to chastise the soft, pretty slaves; they are regularly summoned and return weeping piteously and unable to sit down for a day or so. I've been beaten three times in the past year; and I try to behave well, I'm enthusiastic and obedient in my work. which is servicing the men, and sometimes the women of the house, in any way they desire."

The girl looked at him fearfully; then another thought struck her. "But I don't know what to do...what Master and Mistress will want from me. How will I learn? I'm afraid I won't be skillful enough; then I'll be whipped!"

"When I arrived here, I was an innocent. But on the first day I was brought into a bedroom by one of the overseers. He gave me lessons in pleasuring a man with my mouth. " 

Horrified but fascinated, the girl asked how that was done. 

"I learned to kiss and suck his cock and not to touch it with my teeth. He showed me which spots were most sensitive, and how to relax my throat so I could take in a greater length. When I had stimulated him to come in my mouth, he held my ears so that I was forced to swallow his cream. That evening I was stripped naked, bathed, shaved and perfumed. They bent me over and slid a slender post with a ball at one end, to keep it in, into my behind. At the other end of the post there was a tail of horse hairs; so that I seemed to have a long pony tail at my rear.

I was obliged to serve wine to the men at dinner, and smile and bend over obediently when they fondled me, but feeling humiliated and helpless. I was really embarrassed and blushing constantly, feeling all those eyes on me as well as having my bottom squeezed and cock stroked as I poured wine. It was like the tail in my behind and my painted mouth were invitations to the men, and I knew I was completely at their mercy and would have to do whatever they wanted, after the meal in the room behind the dining hall. But in a way it was exciting to know that I was completely in their power, and that if I wanted to avoid a whipping, I had better seem enthusiastic. My cock was standing out in front of me and several of the men made jokes about it. But they weren't spiteful, they were almost friendly; like they appreciated me.

When the meal was over four of the men took me into a bedroom. I was placed on all fours and the horse tail pulled out, My behind had already been greased so that when the first man placed the head of his cock at my opening, it slid in fairly easily, even though the passage there was narrow. It felt really strange, but he was quite gentle, and just started moving in and out of me, going a little deeper each time. It wasn't hard to submit to him; I was already excited, and you get a kind of glow all over when you're being fucked from behind. I held a prick in my mouth and fondled another with each hand. I felt I was a true slave, attending to the various cocks in me as carefully and obligingly as I could. I couldn't stop myself from making little sounds as their cocks penetrated me – they like that – and my own cock was just bursting. But when I tried to touch it, they moved my hands back to themselves, so I had to attend to the work with all my concentration.

The girl was staring at him, appalled but fascinated. "How long did this go on for? Did it hurt?"

" When one had come, I opened for another. Each of them came in my mouth or ass at least twice; their cream was dripping from me. My bottom was sore and my mouth stiff at the end. When they were done with me, they had me stand before them and play with myself until I came. It was a fountain! In that one evening I learned a great deal; and I've had much opportunity to become more skillful since then."

"I couldn't do that. That's awful; having to take something in your mouth after it's been in your bottom. What must it taste like? Why are we here together now? Are you going to teach me how to please my masters?"

"To answer your questions; you will have to do these things, and more. Believe me, if you don't you will be whipped until you're covered in blood, then put to work outside. Then you'll wish you had chosen to please your masters instead. About the taste; you clean yourself out before you do these things. Come doesn't taste bad; just a little salty. None of this will hurt you. And yes, my sweet, I am here to help you learn. I hope you don't find me unappealing?"

"Indeed, no. But I'm afraid. Though one night my girlfriend got into bed with me, and one of the things she did was to put her finger inside my bottom, after she'd stroked the outside for a while. It felt strange but nice. And then she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it! "

"Touching and playing with your behind can feel wonderful. You will have to serve some ladies of the house as well – just like you did your girlfriend – and they like to have their bottoms licked. And other places too, of course. I have to do it to some of the men, as well. Like me, you'll serve both sexes. You and I will start with this. Kneel over me, and I'll show you how it's done."

Subdued by these revelations about her future, the girl obediently moved to all fours over the boy. Beneath her face was his cock, and she watched as it started to stiffen. She felt his hands grip her soft globes and part them. Then a teasing, flickering sensation; he had touched her secret place with his tongue. He began to stroke it, licking across the little ring, then probing gently at the entrance. A warm sensation began to fill her lower regions; she arched her back and, as the caressing continued, without thinking pushed her ass to open and allow a deeper penetration. As he licked her, his cock jerked, and she looked with fascination at the fine erect specimen which now touched her face. Experimentally, she kissed it, and it jerked again. She licked the length of it; a drop of clear liquid appeared at the head. Encouraged, she took the plunge and opened her mouth to take in the head. It felt amazingly smooth, soft and stiff at the same time. Instinctively she began to move her lips up and down the shaft, remembering his injunction to keep her teeth away from the sensitive skin. She began to employ her tongue in conjunction with her lips; and could quickly tell that her partner was most receptive to her attentions.

Meanwhile, the man's tongue increased its tempo as he licked and sucked at her anal entrance, stopping to thrust his tongue inside as far as possible. His fingers crept up and began to caress the most sensitive place in her pussy. She began to move her hips back and forth, encouraging him to probe her; both had begun to moan and squirm. She opened her mouth more deeply to his cock, desiring him to thrust and dominate her; the delightful reciprocating sensations that her mouth provided incited him to even more fevered caresses and kisses. They rocked in unison. His finger was all the way inside her ass, while he licked that part of the outer ring that he could reach with his tongue. She fondled him with both hands while she sucked him frantically. An extraordinary sensation began to fill her lower body, and soon she was experiencing a tremendous orgasm, the first of her life, which swept her away on a wave of delight and halted her sucking. The man was used to restraining the completion of his desires; nonetheless, the girl's wild attentions also took him over the edge. He exploded in a gush of come, which she eagerly swallowed without hesitation.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 04



Rain came the next day to the compound, an infrequent event. Philip sat in an alcove and watched the downpour; he had successfully avoided being assigned to household tasks, and for the time being his special talents were not required. The rain recalled his previous life in his mountain village, which had been ravaged by a contagious fever. Philip's parents, along with most of the village's inhabitants, had died in the epidemic; and his uncle, a grasping, hard-hearted fellow, had promptly sold Philip to a passing slave trader, who was happy to pay the wretched uncle a handful of gold and silver coins in exchange for the young man, whose handsome, albeit girlish, looks were most striking.

The slave trader's tastes must not have been inclined to his own sex, since he did not use Philip at all on the weeks' journey to the principal city of the land. He did however employ the mouths and sometimes the behinds of each of the young women he had purchased. Philip did have to suffer an occasional blow from a cane or whip when dilatory, of course. Once arrived in the city, the slaves were displayed for sale in the central marketplace. Philip still recalled with embarrassment being compelled to stand naked with hands bound on the slave platform, while prospective buyers thrust their intrusive fingers into his mouth to check his teeth, cupped his genitals, or probed his rear end to ascertain its narrowness. At least I sold for a considerable sum, he thought. 

Purchased by a desert noble, he had been conveyed to the compound where he had spent the last several years. That first evening, he was brought before the steward, looked over, and sent to spend the night in one of the slave quarters; a slim, willowy, well proportioned young man, with a sweet and pretty face and soft hair. He was told to bathe and rest; his work would be assigned on the next day. The heavy wooden door was closed and a bar placed on the outside. Philip was surprised to see steam emanating from the adjoining closet; looking in he saw a well appointed bathroom, with stone floors and heated water. A far cry from the cold clear streams of his mountain home; though his tribe had traditionally always washed regularly.

A tall figure wearing only a rough towel emerged from the wreaths of steam. This man, broad shouldered, black haired, with the muscles and scars of a soldier and regular features, smiled briefly at Philip and beckoned him towards the bathroom. Philip apprehensively entered; but soon discovered the pleasure of warm water and soft soap. Thoroughly cleansed, glowing from the bath, he found another towel and went back into the main room. The soldier – evidently also a slave – was seated on the one large sleeping platform that filled the center of the room; he remained clad only in his towel. Philip stopped nervously, hesitant to join the big man on the sleeping platform, but afraid of giving offense. His apprehension was solved quickly; the soldier reached out a long arm and gathered the younger slave towards him; whisking away the towel, he sat Philip sideways on his lap, and looked him over, clearly pleased by his new companion. Philip's naked bottom rested on the other's rough thighs; in embarrassment he tried to cover his slender, well shaped phallus and testes, but the other brusquely smacked his hands away, easily holding both of Philip's wrists with just a few of his powerful fingers. Smiling in a friendly manner, he used his other hand to grasp Philip's penis, which he began to fondle gently and steadily, so that it sprang to life in his hand.

Philip's sexual experience thus far had been limited in the extreme; his had been a very strict society. Despite his uneasiness and feelings of helplessness, he could not help but enjoy the delightful sensations conveyed by the other's slow manipulation. After a few minutes of this new pleasure, the other then spoke, in a dialect that was close enough to comprehend:

"Kneel, young one." 

When Philip was slow to obey, the other promptly lifted him off his lap and pressed him into position, so that his face was directly on the level of the other's groin; the latter's growing tumescence announced that he too was excited. He took Philip's small hand and placed the fingers around his cock, indicating that Philip should caress him as he had been caressed. The young man complied, enjoying the heated sensation of the smooth, thick flesh that he grasped, feeling it stiffen into its full, considerable length.

"Kiss it and lick it."

Philip complied, bestowing an innocent but open mouthed kiss on the head, where a clear liquid had begun to collect. Then he stuck out his pink tongue and licked; somehow sensing the sensitivity of the area just below the head. 

"Now put it in your mouth."

Philip opened his soft mouth and took the phallus into it. Licking and sucking, albeit somewhat inexpertly, he continued to fondle the length while taking more of the rigid member in. When he inadvertently scraped the shaft with his sharp little white teeth, he received a mock-serious cuff from the massive hand of his partner; admonished, he endeavored to deliver only the softest of oral caresses. His partner began to move with Philip's sucking; both began to breathe faster. Suddenly, without warning, a jet of fluid shot out of the cock in the young slave's mouth, to hit the back of his throat. Taken by surprise, he jerked his head back, and the fountain of come splashed on his face. The quantity was large, and his skin dripped; he hid his face in embarrassment and fear of having offended his formidable lover. But the other – evidently good natured – simply patted Philip's face in a friendly fashion, then collected the come with his fingers and pressed it into Philip's mouth, making sure that he swallowed all of it.

Both slaves lay down on the bed after their labors. But only a few minutes passed before the older man guided the younger's head back to his semi-hard shaft. The younger turned to face his lover's feet, and began obediently kissing, licking and sucking him; it was not long at all before he restored him to full firmness. Meanwhile, Philip's sweet bottom faced up, and the soldier squeezed and fondled his buttocks, sliding his fingers along the crack and exploring the pink bud of the entrance. Dipping his hand into a clay jar of soft soap, he began to massage the younger's narrow anal entrance, sliding in first one finger, then a second. Philip gasped, his mouth filled, but did not pull away; the intrusion became deeper, and his throat began to relax to take in more of the cock's length. After a few more minute of this delightful intercourse, the soldier sat up; he easily lifted Philip to place him straddling his groin, facing away. Philip leaned forward; the other slid two fingers back into his ass, and positioned Philip's delicate bud over his erect cock. Grasping the other's shoulder with one hand, he removed his fingers from Philip's anus and substituted the head of his cock at the entrance, which did not immediately close. A gentle push, a gasp from the young slave, and the cock was in his rear, gripped by the smooth sphincter. 

Philip crouched motionless, his knees on either side of the other's thighs. His entrance was impaled and there was a silent O on his face. The soldier gently encouraged him to move back, so his cock would penetrate deeper; Philip obliged, but gasped in sudden pain as his narrow rectum protested this rapid invasion. The other began a series of small movements, an inch in, an inch back; gradually Philip's anus relaxed and he was able to lower himself back further onto the upright rod. The soldier grasped Philip's own rigid cock from behind, and played with it; stimulated thus, Philip's bottom commenced a similar sequence of movements, each one bringing a little more cock inside himself. He leaned his head back and offered his soft mouth to his lover; they kissed deeply and caressed tongues. Philip commenced to move his ass carefully up and down; waves of pleasure were spreading through his body, front and back. Suddenly a sensation more intense than any he had experienced flooded him; his cock and balls seemed electrified, and he was in the throes of the most astounding orgasm of his life. Simultaneously the other reached his climax in the younger man's ass; they were frozen in motionless ecstasy for what seemed an age, before collapsing onto each other. The soldier stretched out, and drew Philip close toward him; Philip's head fell on to his chest, while his hand cupped Philip's newly ravaged buttocks. Together they fell quickly asleep. 

When Philip awakened in the cool light of dawn, he knew to burrow beneath the sheet to his companion's groin, and to begin licking and teasing him with his newly educated lips and tongue. This time, he thought as he gently flicked the frenulum with the tip of his tongue, I'll swallow every drop.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 05



The sky over the compound had turned a deep indigo, lit by bright stars and silhouetting the lush palms that shaded the compound buildings. A young female slave had been purchased that day; the Master had important guests with him, and so it was determined that the evening's entertainment for the visitors would be focused around the introduction of the new slave to the ways of the household and her duties there. Since the new slave was petite, fair of face and complexion, with pale delicate skin and an admirable, albeit slight, figure, her initiation was anticipated to be most diverting to the Master's friends; less entertaining, alas, for the young woman.

In one of the rooms used for this kind of diversion, several older men sat on couches surrounding a small wooden platform on the stone flagged floor. They were tended to by the younger slaves, male as well as female; the most comely of the household. The new slave, Naivia, was brought by two guards onto the stage. She looked fearfully around at the strange faces; one of the guards instructed her to remove her gown, a simple, short, cotton shift-like garment worn by most of the female slaves. Blushing, she demurred; a sharp, painful tug on her silky hair pressed the point, which brought a tear to her large, beautiful eyes. She shyly took off her shift and placed it neatly on the ground. Her breasts were small, perfectly shaped, and tipped with pink; her skin fair and glowing. A plump set of labia were clearly visible through a wisp of soft light hair. Overcome by the attention of all those in the room, she cowered, bent over and attempted to conceal her charming breasts and genitals, then her perfectly rounded, small bottom, with her hands. Her whole body appeared to blush with shame at her nakedness; it created a delightful picture as she clearly yearned to disappear from the appreciative gaze of the audience.

One of the guards grasped her small wrists and held them behind her back; the other bound them together with a strip of supple leather. Locking his fingers in her hair and compelling her to stand upright, her perfect body in full view, he made her turn and expose her bottom to the view of the audience, ignoring her feeble protests. She hung her head and great tears rolled down her cheeks as all her charms were demonstrated to the audience; even her buttocks blushed pink, to the amusement of the Master's guests.

A door in the back room opened to admit two striking young women. Each was of similar height and build, although one was dark and the other light haired; each tanned, dressed in nothing more than a brief dark thong, exposing full firm buttocks. Their bare breasts were full and pierced with rings. One bore a short whip, the other a lithe cane. They stepped to the front of the stage and embraced, each pressing against the other and locking lips; their tongues protruded, licking and dripping wetness, in a remarkable exchange. Each fondled the other girl's bottom, probing without reserve and clearly slipping a digit in their private parts, both front and rear. The audience's attention and excitement increased rapidly; all their attention was on the two new arrivals, whose breasts were heaving at their erotic contact. Now they stepped away, remembering their work.. Together they fixed their gaze on the cowering Naivia, who saw only too clearly that this arrival boded little good for her.

Sure enough, her fears were quickly confirmed. The two new arrivals took hold of the sweet young slave, one gripping her hair tightly and the other driving her forefinger into the unfortunate girl's anus. Naivia squirmed and rose up violently to remove herself from the appalling intrusion; her assailant simply hooked her finger in its entirety inside the young slave, who was compelled to move on tiptoe, still impaled in her rectum, toward the center of the stage. Naivia's expression was something to see, compounded as it was of horror, indignation, shame, yet with a new element of submission and servitude.

The young Amazons conferred briefly, and Naivia's bound hands were quickly fastened to a rope that hung from the ceiling. The rope was drawn up, so that Naivia was bent forward, her arms behind her and her torso obliged to bend over, while her sweet round behind protruded in a most provocative manner. Quickly her ankles were tied, stretched a fair distance apart, to rings in the platform. She was quite helpless; her tender parts were completely exposed, her entrances clearly visible and drawn slightly open by her bonds. She glanced fearfully over her shoulder to observe her two principal captors, who conferred in low voices, interspersed with piercing looks at their helpless victim. Decision was arrived at, and the light haired one stepped forward, paused briefly, and with a swish and a loud crack laid a very hard stroke of her whip at the exact point where Naivia's soft behind joined her shapely thighs.

Naivia felt a pain like a hot iron had touched her tender flesh; and the pain intensified even more as seconds passed. She drew air into her lungs to scream, but another fiery agony struck; the darker Amazon had taken aim with her cane, laughing as she did so, and cut across Naivia's buttocks, causing a pink weal to spring up immediately. Naivia's scream echoed in the room; she attempted to soothe her tormented flesh but her hands were confined, and her attempts to move her bottom out of the range of the implements accomplished very little. Each Amazon delivered another stroke, which – if it were possible – stung even more fiercely, and Naivia's screams choked as the new pain interrupted her cries. Then, mercifully, the two chastisers stepped back and resumed their quiet conference, interspersed with glances at their helpless victim, whose buttocks were bright pink where they did not bear a raised weal, and whose screams gradually subsided to desperate weeping. The two mistresses embraced each other again, mingling tongues and pressing against each other; their nipples were fully erect and they caressed the other's most sensitive areas in full view of the room. 

Their discussion evidently concerned which area of their victim might be most sensitive to their ministrations. While the darker girl commenced to stripe the insides of poor Naivia's thighs with her cane, the other struck horizontally across the bound slave's soft globes, creating a lattice effect of pink and red lines and causing the bound one to writhe and howl. Fortunately, the Amazons were inclined to make this treatment brief; as Naivia's sobs gradually subsided, the two laid down their instruments. Approaching the slave, they began to caress her wounded flesh; while one slipped a finger into the helpless one's soft little anus, the other began a skillful stroking of Naivia's clitoris. Stimulated beyond bearing, the slave began a steady moaning and an undulation of her hips; she quickly reached first one, then another shattering climax. Thrusting a tongue into her pink ear, the blonde whispered:

"Now we will take you to enjoy in private. You are going to kiss every part of us, and swallow everything we give you, but you're also going to come quite a lot more, my sweet one." 



Slaves of the Desert Compound 06



The two young slaves had retired for the night; the door to their quarters was barred from without, and silence fell on the compound. Both slaves had bathed in preparation for their rest; cleanliness was a requirement, and ample water, soaps and rough towels were always on hand. Philip sat on the single bed, drying himself; slaves generally slept naked, except on the very occasional chilly nights, when they donned simple, short cotton shirts. He watched the other, younger than he, emerge from the bath area; the younger slave was small in stature but very gracefully shaped, with well proportioned (though not muscular) slender limbs, large grey eyes, a flat stomach and a sweet face with long, mid brown, silky hair. He smiled shyly at Philip; the two had only met that day, when the other had been brought from the traders in the nearby city. As the latter turned to fold his clothing, Philip observed his perfectly shaped, peach like bottom, and a long slender back; he made room in the bed where they both would sleep. The lamp was extinguished, and the new slave sighed and curled into a restful position beneath the sheet. Despite this, Philip sensed that his companion was still alert.

Cautiously Philip moved his body a little closer to the other, who lay facing away from him, and did not move away when Philip approached. Encouraged, Philip gently pressed a little closer against his bedmate's back; to his surprise and delight, the response by his partner was to immediately push his behind against Philip's groin and press against him, moving his buttocks slightly in a highly stimulating fashion. Philip's cock grew hard at the touch of the soft smooth flesh, and stood up along the parting in the slave's bottom; reaching around the other, he grasped his cock, which was small but already standing rigid. An open mouth met Philip's, and the two kissed deeply, each enjoying the other's fresh sweet taste. Their tongues caressed each other and Philip began a slow fondling of his lover's cock; the latter moaned with pleasure and pressed his behind harder against the other's groin, then turned and gripped Philip's cock with a small hand. Breaking off the kiss, he moved down and put his wet warm mouth around Philip and began to suck him in an intensely stimulating manner. Without withdrawing his cock, Philip turned and took the other in his mouth; they began an intoxicating, rhythmic 69, joined into one in their intense pleasure.

Philip licked and sucked the slender shaft in his mouth, cupping the other's testicles and caressing the area behind them. Approaching the soft bud of the other's anus, he slipped in his finger, creating a convulsion of excitement in response. His lover began to deepen his oral caresses, taking more of Philip's cock into his mouth, caressing it alternately with lips and tongue. Philip reciprocated, awed by the incredible smoothness of the skin beneath his own lips; he gently inserted his finger deeper in the other's ass, and felt his partner arch his back in ecstasy. Their sap began to rise as one; simultaneously they increased their tempo, until first one and almost immediately after, the other, spurted out their essence, which was enthusiastically swallowed by each recipient. Their heads fell back onto the pillows and they relaxed completely, holding each other affectionately, in deep, languid satisfaction. 

"You went inside me." whispered the younger.

Philip could not deny this. "Didn't your old Master like to put it there?"

"No; he liked to be sucked, and he was old and only wanted me once in a while. It was because he died that I was sold."

"Here, you'll be taken up the back way often! Most of the Master's guests – whom we serve – prefer to use us like that. After we've sucked them for a while, usually. And sometimes they want to be brought off after they've been in there."

"I liked it when you did that to me. It was really exciting, to have you there and in my mouth at the same time. And I need to learn how to do it and please, from what you tell me. When I didn't please my old Master, no matter how hard I worked, he would whip me. It hurt! It wasn't my fault either, he was just old. But I love sucking your cock, and I'll do anything you want; anything at all. Are you too tired now? Could you try doing that to me with your cock, not just your finger?'

The new slave nestled closer to Philip and brushed his fingertips across Philip's phallus; which began to stiffen. Sensing an absence of rejection, he slid down and took Philip in his mouth once more. Whatever the limitations of his experience, he had absolutely mastered one skill at least.

"It may be a little painful the first time. It takes getting used to; you have to learn to relax completely. But when you do, it can feel wonderful. And the guests like you to be relaxed, it feels good to them; unless it's one of those who gets excited by hurting us. Luckily there are not many like that; though one in particular...."

Philip began to breathe faster as the younger slave suckled him. 

"All right, you had better stop that for a moment. Lie on your stomach with this pillow under your cock. We'll get you ready to try."

The other complied, relaxing his body on the bed. Philip began to caress his smooth back, rubbing it with a pleasantly scented unguent made available to the slaves. He made long 

strokes with his fingers, each pass ending a little closer to the base of the spine.

"That feels wonderful. You are nice to me! And you have a beautiful cock. I would love for you to be my first lover back there. I can almost feel you inside me already. Do you want me to warm you up a little more? I know it's late..."

Philip demurred. He was already very excited by the feel of the other's smooth soft skin as well as his evident arousal, which increased with each caress, so that the younger slave seemed to purr like a cat. Philip moved his touch to the other's buttocks, stroking them, kneading them, even smacking them sharply. The other moaned and raised his behind to the touch; Philip's fingers began to circle his little asshole, which resembled a rosebud that was starting to open. Caressing the entrance, he lubricated it with the unguent; spreading the firm smooth cheeks apart, he bent and lapped at the opening, which seemed to flower beneath his tongue. Then he stepped around and presented his cock to the other slave's mouth, who immediately licked and sucked it to wet it thoroughly. That accomplished, Philip lay down on top of the submissive one, who seemed relaxed in every muscle. The divide between his buttocks was wet and slippery; his asshole offered itself to Philip's cock. The latter steered the head to the entrance; it slipped in an inch or two quite easily, bringing a gasp from both the lovers. Considerately Philip paused, holding his cock still, though now well inside the close fitting passage; he felt the muscles of the sphincter squeezing his shaft, then the other gave a convulsive push of his rear, and Philip's cock sank to the hilt in his ass, provoking a muffled cry of pleasure mixed with pain. Philip remained still, waiting for the other to relax again; then began making small movements in and out. All tension seemed gone from his partner's body; the small strokes became larger and lengthier, soon Philip's cock was being drawn almost all the way out, and then driven back in, stimulating low cries of ecstasy from both of the lovers. Philip reached between the pillow and his companion's body to squeeze and fondle his cock, which was intensely swollen. The other turned his head to exchange deep kisses; tongues entwined, they once again reached their peaks simultaneously, the younger one's cock spurting hot come violently over Philip's hand, whose cock exploded deep in his rectum.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 07



Perfumed, made up, and dressed only in an embroidered shift that barely covered her buttocks and that revealed her most intimate parts at the smallest bend, Jella knocked at the door of the returned lord's room. She went in, carrying a tray, and immediately bowed respectfully. With her eyes respectfully downcast, she heard her savior say in a tone full of good humor 

"Well, don't drop my dinner!" 

She moved quickly to lay out the repast on the table, arranging the various dishes and cups, and not till she had completed that did she raise her eyes cautiously to examine the owner of the voice. He proved to be a soldierly figure of early middle age; sitting down at the table, he took a swig of red wine while inspecting her. 

"My pretty maid, I am glad that I was able to spare you from the wrath of the excellent Davro. You are too sweet a morsel to be beaten like a mule."

Jella – who was, frankly, impressed by the man's appearance as well as grateful for her delivery - respectfully replied: 

"Thank you, my lord. I am truly grateful to you. I am here to serve you. Please allow me to do your bidding as best I can." 

Her scanty costume, shaved parts and scent all conspired to excite her; at the moment she wanted nothing more than for the lord to take her in every possible way, especially if it kept at bay the dreadful pain of Davro's cane. 

Conor ate and drank heartily, while Jella attended to him carefully. He demolished a plate of food and consumed a goblet of red wine. That done, he leaned back in his chair and contemplated her. At a sign, she took off her short dress and stood naked, embarrassed and blushing, before him. He gestured and she turned to show him her buttocks, which still bore the marks of the beating. Her flesh blushed all over beneath his gaze; she gave a shudder which expressed shyness, fear, and submission linked with desire. He stood up suddenly and started to undo his cloth; without further instruction she fell to her knees in front of him, undid his clothing, delicately extracted his stiffening member, and took it into her trembling mouth.

It might be said that Jella had a natural talent for fellatio. Certainly she was highly sensitive to her master's reactions, and quickly found a rhythm of teasing his cock with her tongue, kissing the tip, and sliding her lips down the shaft till she had taken almost all of its length into her mouth and throat. She strove to hold it there, breathing heavily through her nose, until she was forced to come up for air. A clear ejaculate came from the now rigid cock; it dripped down her throat. She licked and sucked, making moaning sounds; Conor's cock swelled to even greater proportions as Jella submitted to it. She was dominated by it, possessed by it; she desired only to submit to it and obediently swallow whatever it gave her. She would gladly drink his essence, indeed would submit to drowning in it.

Her lord grasped her soft ears and probed into her mouth with his cock. She could scarcely breathe or make a sound, yet her soft oral places caressed him. Her muffled gasps stimulated him greatly; he fucked her mouth like a pussy, and Jella responded indeed as if she was being fucked, her throat gripping the cock like a vagina would.

Suddenly he withdrew, and Jella gave a sob of disappointment. He gripped a handful of her soft hair, and pulled her onto the bed, face down. She lay obediently; when he placed a hand on her ass she put it in the air and relaxed every muscle. He began to stroke the entrance to her anal passage, running a finger around the swelling, slippery muscular ring, which began to part under his touch. She pushed her ass toward him and pressured her sphincter to open to him. First one finger, than another was slipped inside her, where a steady caress caused her anus to relax, anticipating a greater intrusion which would take her altogether. He moved to lie on top of her; face down, she relaxed completely, entirely open to his domination. He placed the head of his large stiff penis at the entrance to her rectum and pressed gently. She reached behind herself and spread her buttocks apart; a moment more, and the head of his cock was inside her virgin back passage, a never before experienced invasion that caused every nerve in her body to come alive in an extraordinary tingling submission. 

The oils that had been placed inside her mingled with a natural lubrication; a few seconds and his cock had penetrated her a n additional couple of inches, spreading her open to a degree she could scarcely believe. Jella writhed, pushed, gasped; his cock was in her ass to the hilt, and she was helplessly impaled on its iron hardness, squirming to lubricate its dryness and caress it with her velvet inner sleeve, gripping and squeezing it in anticipation of the hot fountain of sperm that would anoint her most secret, private, place, and perhaps release her from its rock hard domination, to which she could only helplessly submit. A scent of perfume, sweat and secretions was in the air, she was completely open to him, she desired only the favor of his bestowing his come in her mouth, her ass, wherever he chose. She was his slave, a frail assemblage of soft, submissive, delicate flesh, to be ravaged by his steely hardness. The driving thrust of his cock increased in tempo; Jella began to rock beneath its power and emit a low moaning, sobbing stream of sound. Her passage wrapped the intrusive member tightly, so that she sensed its swelling growth as Conor approached his climax. She opened to him even more; all muscular resistance was past and his cock penetrated to a greater depth than she would have believed possible, seeming to impale her very core. As the first hot, powerful spurts of come showered her innermost depths, a writhing orgasm convulsed her rectum and she screamed in pain and pleasure into the soaking pillow, held herself wide open and steady to receive her baptism, then collapsed nerveless on the sheets with his weight on her.

Conor rolled to the side with a groan of satisfaction. 

"Would you bring me some wine, little one." 

She stiffly stepped out of bed, still naked, and stopped in embarrassment as she felt a wet trickle. Instinctively she felt her behind and was humiliated to discover that her sphincter gaped open, and a small stream of liquid was seeping from it. She hastened to hide it behind her hands but his voice stopped her. 

"Don't turn around. Now, bend over and spread your cheeks. Let me see your sweet place." 

Blushing deeply, she did as he told. Her soft bud of an asshole gaped open to the width of an inch, and the deep pink interior was clearly visible. She stood bending over and spread; Conor stepped up behind her and caressed the entrance with his fingers. 

"Soft like velvet."

He placed the head of his softening cock against the passage and pressed gently; despite his limper state his head went a little way into her rectum, bringing a gasp from Jella.

"Well, perhaps we should wait a little. Will you clean me up." 

She obediently turned, knelt, and began to lick and suck his cock, which glistened with the come, lube and other contents of the girl's bowels. It tasted salty and strange; nonetheless she licked it clean, swallowing everything without hesitation. As she did so she felt him hardening in her mouth; but he turned away with a sigh. 

"We will spend time together again very soon, my sweet. Try to avoid angering the good Davro; I'll need your little round rear as intact as possible for my future use."



Slaves of the Desert Compound 08



Aspasia leaned to pour the red wine into the soldier's cup. It was the evening meal and she was, as usual, naked except for thin gold rings that pierced her nipples. Between her buttocks could be seen the head of an object held in her anus by three slender chains that attached to a narrow belt around her waist. As Mistress had dictated, Aspasia was to be made larger in her narrow passage; so that every day from noon until she retired, she had a progressively larger ebony shaft inserted inside her, held in place by the chains leading to the belt. After her instructions by the Mistress and others, she was careful to be as obliging and submissive as possible; it had taken days for the smart of the cane and whip to go away. 

The soldier whose cup she was filling looked up from his conversation with his neighbor. Aspasia smiled agreeably as he pointed his finger at the table top. She promptly dropped to her knees and moved forward below the table, where the soldier had already drawn back his tunic to expose his stiffening organ. Grasping it gently, careful not to rap her head on the underside of the table, she kissed it wetly; popped the head into her mouth; then ran her tongue from the base to the top. She licked around the head while fondling it and cupping his testicles, then opened her mouth and began to draw it in and out while feathering it with her tongue. The soldier leaned back and adjusted his seat; Aspasia increased her tempo, regularly changing the movements of her tongue until the cock began to swell and throb between her lips, and making small, muffled, submissive sounds to increase the man's pleasure. A moment later a gush of ejaculate shot into her mouth, which she swallowed quickly, humming in enjoyment. The soldier slumped back with a groan of pleasure. Aspasia licked away the remaining liquid, kissed the softening organ respectfully, and cautiously emerged from under the table. The soldier nodded to her as she backed away, smiling and obedient.

Most evenings when Aspasia was on duty in the dining room, she would be required to service two or sometimes three of the men in this way, adjusting her technique to accommodate those who enjoyed delicate tongue and lip play, or the others who simply fucked her mouth deeply as they would a pussy. One night, however, she was made to suck off all seven of those seated at table, one after the other; she emerged with her hair and skin soaked with come, queasy and shaking. She still felt some embarrassment about her nakedness and the public setting of her oral performances, as well as the dildo she was obliged to wear; it was quite clear what she was being prepared for, and she often wondered who would claim her anal virginity, and when. The other sex slaves, male and female, gave her conflicting information about being fucked in the ass; some claimed to enjoy it tremendously, while others said that it burned like fire. She supposed that she would find out soon, she was now accommodating a cock-sized shaft in her rectum. Either way, she was going to submit to whatever was expected; an initial display of reluctance about going under the table had met with a quick penalty, as she was rushed to a sawhorse that stood in the corner of the dining room. 

On that occasion she had been immediately bent over the horse while a dozen smart cuts of a short whip were delivered across her pretty round buttocks. Hopping in agony, weeping and trying to soothe the sting with her palms, she was brought back to the table, where she kneeled down and, only slightly impeded by her tears and sobs, performed her appointed task on all who required it. Sucking and swallowing was, after all, enormously preferable to the whip. Nevertheless, she could not deny that the stinging warm sensation, while absolutely painful, somehow stimulated her to deliver a more lascivious, drawn out, exquisite suckling. She felt that her mouth was a sexual orifice being fucked by the cock she held in it, creating a delightfully obedient submission to her masters, and causing her to receive the stiff organ as deeply into her throat as she could, sometimes having her own orgasm in concert with the sperm shooting into her mouth. She gladly drank the warm liquid that spurted out so suddenly, and routinely would lick every trace from her partner's softening organ. She wondered how it would feel when one of those thick cocks would be first inserted into her virgin ass; she did sometimes feel a warm, thrilling sensation as she wore the dildo. Nevertheless, the soft bud of her asshole, though regularly stretched by the dildo, still seemed too small and tight for such an intrusion.

The meal was drawing to an end; the members of the household sat back as the tables were cleared. Amid the general movement servants were bringing in a curiously shaped padded stool, which they placed on a low dais in the center of the dining hall. The stool was shaped with a hump on one side and a downward curve on the other. Aspasia regarded it curiously. "What is that for?" she asked one of the servants. 

The other replied in no very friendly manner with a spiteful laugh: "Why, my pretty little minx, it is for you. Tonight the master's son is returning, and a special entertainment is planned. You're going to lie with your behind at the high end of the stool, leaning forward so. Then all in the room will watch your face as the first cock slowly enters your precious, pretty little ass. After tonight, you will have no further need of that decoration which you have been sporting. And the Mistress' girls are coming to warm you up." 

Aspasia tried not to let her dismay show to the sneering servant. She had grown somewhat inured to her public nudity, but her fears and doubts about losing her anal virginity came rushing back. Nor did she like the sound of "warming up"; she knew exactly to what the other referred. The Mistress kept an entourage of fierce young female slaves trained to dispense discipline who, it was thought, also entertained her in bed. They seemed to take a particular delight in punishing young women, understanding exactly where their victims were most sensitive and alternating strokes of whip or cane so that the stream of agonizing blows was almost without interval. It was certain that her anal epiphany – intimidating enough - was going to be preceded by a painful session of chastisement. This was confirmed when she glanced up, to see the two slaves known as "The Amazons" striding towards her. They wore only thongs; they were tanned and full breasted, with jeweled rings piercing their nipples. Smiling in a friendly manner, they each grasped one of Aspasia's slender wrists in an iron grip, and led her to the center dais. There they quickly drew her arms behind her and lashed them together tightly with a thin leather strap, attaching the end of the binding to a pulley in the ceiling. Drawing on the rope, they brought Aspasia's arms up so that she was forced to bend over, with her bottom protruding charmingly. Aspasia's eyes grew enormous as she tried to look around her to see what was coming next. The diners had returned to their couches and the door to the room was closed. All attention was on the naked, helpless young slave on the dais. Her shaft and chain was unhooked and withdrawn from her rectum; a slight rush of air followed its extraction, evoking a general laugh and causing the girl to blush deeply all over her pale body. Each Amazon now gripped a short dog whip in her capable hands.

No matter how Aspasia steeled herself when preparing to receive a beating, the first stroke always came as a surprise. She let out a scream as the lighter haired of her tormentors whipped her hard across her soft white thighs. A succession of cuts on her buttocks and lower back drove the breath out of her lungs. Gasping and choking, she writhed beneath the whips, to the evident delight of the Amazons, who laughed gleefully and beamed approval when a particularly vicious stroke landed on Aspasia's pale bottom. The rope on her wrists was pulled taut so that she had to stand on tiptoe; thus held, she was less able to avoid the cuts of the whips. Tears poured down her face as she begged them to stop, if only for a moment. Somewhat to her surprise, after one more bout of fiery pain, the beating ceased.

Aspasia regained control of her breathing slowly, hopping from toe to toe to ease the burning of her bright pink skin. Her arms were lowered and she was able to soothe the violated skin. Then the girls brought her to the padded stool, where they quickly roped her ankles to the back legs, and again raised her arms behind her so that she was bent over the stool, her bottom spread apart and pointing up, while the tension on her bound arms forced her to bend double. She was quite unable to move, yet free to look around the room in front, where the audience observed her plight with rapt attention. From the corner of her eye she saw a tall figure step onto the dais; a well-muscled slave whom she had observed before at work in the gardens. The Amazons greeted him warmly, pressing their bodies against his. They stripped off his loincloth – all he wore – and began to fondle his cock, which was quite large and thick. One girl knelt down before him and began sucking him; the other licked his balls lasciviously. The slave's phallus stood out stiffly; rising and placing their hands on its glistening length, the girls drew him to where Aspasia stood exposed. One drew the bound girl's buttocks further apart, while the other guided the tip of the now throbbing cock to the small pink bud of Aspasia's anal entrance.

The slave pressed his thick, swollen phallus against the girl's soft opening. Very slowly he began to drive his length between her buttock cheeks, up into her bowels. Aspasia's eyes widened and her mouth opened in a soft scream as it went into her. She gasped, groaned and writhed as it pressed forward, arching her back to ease the intrusion, squeezing her eyes tight shut in an agony of sensation. The men in the audience leaned forward, fascinated by the intensity of her expression, which combined pain, insult and yes...submission. She humped and hollowed her back in succession as he continued to thrust into her passage; she grunted with the effort of accepting him, fortunate that the prior insertions of the various ebony shafts had widened her, albeit not to the extent needed to accommodate this swelling rod. The last inches of the slave's cock were entering her, and the little mouth of her sphincter was clasped around it. With a groan of effort, he was in her to the hilt, his stomach pressed against her buttocks. Aspasia's mouth was open in a soundless shriek of intense feeling and she raised her ass higher to ease the invasion, presenting herself to him completely opened. Suddenly he pulled back, and she squealed uncontrollably; he thrust back into her, again and again, faster and harder. Aspasia sobbed hysterically, was dripping with sweat, yet pushed back against him each time he re-entered her deeply. Their tempo increased until with a mutual cry he pumped into her; in another moment she came furiously and went limp, while his softening cock slipped out of her and a mix of cum and lubricants dripped to the floor. The audience leaned back in their seats, temporarily exhausted by the intensity of the spectacle; the Amazons were beckoned, and glided over to kneel with parted lips.in front of the Master and his son.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 09



Three female slaves had been added to the company at the compound. They had been purchased by the Master from a merchant traveling in the far north, who had bought them from a pirate ship. Two were cousins, evidently from a background of wealth, light of skin and soft; the third had been their servant, a tall, darker girl with small, erect breasts, a flat stomach, clear of eye, with aquiline features and a shapely behind, who bore some racial resemblance to her new owners. Of the two cousins, both of them attractive, one was slim and leggy, with small breasts and a modest but well shaped bottom; the other was shorter, fuller but shapely in her ass and breasts, her face softer and pouting. Both had a spoiled, arrogant look. The erstwhile servant, Kila, had been seen very little in the compound since her arrival; it was rumored that she had caught the eye of the seldom seen Mistress, Astarte, whose bed she was now presumed to be sharing while the Mistress instructed her in the Sapphic arts.

The two cousins, by contrast, were already notorious among the other slaves for their arrogant behavior and attitude of superiority. They disdained the other slaves, performed the minimum of work, reacted insolently to instructions from the steward and his assistants. The others waited in fearful anticipation of the inevitable reckoning; which may have been delayed because of the absence of the Master and most of his retinue... a detail to which the pair appeared oblivious. 

The response came as anticipated, when the regular wax depilation was pending to which all the younger slaves, female and male, were regularly subjected. The slave Kila lay back as instructed, legs spread wide, while the liquid wax was dripped onto her pubis and allowed to harden. She was seen to grit her teeth as the wax was ready to be pulled off, and let out only a sharp gasp of pain as her silky hair was torn out by the roots, leaving her soft lips even more naked. Her erstwhile mistresses, seeing this, flatly refused to submit to the operation; when pressed they began to scream and fight, with the steward's dignity sorely affected when he attempted to intervene, only to be scratched and bitten. His assistants hastened to take the two into custody and locked them in a cell, while their supervisor, much put out, conferred with the Mistress about the appropriate penalty for this outrageous lack of respect.

The following day, in late afternoon, the slaves were directed to assemble in the smaller arena, a roofed, stone floored area at the edge of the compound. The two miscreants, stripped naked and subdued by a night and day without food or comfort, with their arms tied behind them, were brought out into the circle. The slender girl, Jayla, had waving shoulder length chestnut hair, a long back and legs, and small shapely buttocks and breasts. Her skin was a pale tan. The other, Withna, was shorter, with full thighs and behind, but a small waist and moderate breasts tipped in pink. Her hair was black and piled in curls, her lips pouting. They – and the twenty slaves – observed with apprehension two constructions in the center of the room; a flat wooden platform with rings set in the corners, and an oddly shaped wooden post set in the stone floor: three feet high, a foot wide and two inches deep, with a circular piece cut out of the top, containing a serrated surface and a thick peg protruding upwards at the edge of the concave crescent. 

Their collective attention was drawn by a stir at the entryway, where the tall figure of Astarte was seen, with long russet hair and a shimmering gown hugging her Junoesque curves, accompanied by the slave Kyla, who wore only a loincloth that displayed her shapely thrusting buttocks, and did nothing to conceal her proud breasts, both now pierced by jeweled rings. It was noticed that Kyla bore a lithe bamboo cane. Astarte briefly acknowledged the respectful bows from the assembled slaves. The steward's assistants stiffened to attention and held the two offenders out for the Mistress's inspection. Glancing curtly at their nude bodies, which blushed with fear and embarrassment, she indicated that Jayla should be the first to be admonished.

The steward's men pulled Jayla, who ineffectively attempted to resist, towards the crescent post. Lifting her bodily into the air, they held her, horizontal, over the upright pointing phallic shaped peg, which had a greasy patina. At a nod from Astarte Kyla stepped up and, as the men held their trussed burden, she reached between Jayla's buttocks and using both hands, spread apart the girl's buttocks, exposing her soft cringing anal entrance. She steered the men so that the rounded head of the peg was positioned at the girl's rear, then signaled that they lower her. As Jayla's helpless form descended, the head of the peg entered her back passage. The girl shrieked indignantly; she was lowered further until she sat, squirming wildly, on several inches of peg, sobbing and writhing. Her hands were re-tied to a cord on a ring above her head; her buttocks protruded past the edge of the post, while her vagina was pressed by her weight against the thin wooden serrations cut out of the front of the curved post top. Kyla reached forward and parted Jayla's vaginal lips so that the wood pressed into her pink interior. She stepped back and the assistant quickly bound Jayla's ankles together at the back of the post. The errant slave was firmly mounted in a saddle of demonic design, anchored in her anal passage, with a fierce pressure against her vaginal opening, as well as a savage cutting sensation from the edges of the post hurting the soft inside tops of her thighs. As she sat there, unable to throw herself off the humiliating peg or to move either back or forward, the wood digging into her softest places began to make itself felt. She could not raise herself off this diabolical version of the horse, and her sobs and shrieks grew in intensity as the affected areas turned a bright pink, until Kyla held her nose pinched closed, and one of the men pushed a leather ball gag into her mouth to lessen the unseemly racket. 

"Let us leave this lovely for a moment, and address this other foolish young woman. It is a pity we have only the one horse; but..." 

Appalled by her cousin's muffled howls, as the girl's weight forced the sharp edges of her seat deeper into her flesh, Withna struggled little as the men laid her on her back on the platform and tied her wrists flat over her head. Drawing down ropes from the roof, they secured each of her ankles separately, then drew on the ropes so that the girl's legs were drawn sharply upwards and separated as far apart and as far back as they could be. Withna's vagina was opened by her position; her buttocks were pulled up and spread too so that her soft pink anus was visible to all. As the impact of this severe stretching made itself felt, she too began to shriek in pain and indignation, only to have her mouth gagged.

"First see that this filly is properly shorn." 

Wax was dripped onto Withna's pubic hair; it was allowed to quickly harden and then sharply ripped off, leaving a bald mound and provoking a shriek of agony that even the gag could not totally muffle. Astarte allowed the girl to relish this particular sensation for a few minutes, and signaled to Kyla. Drawing the girl to her, she engaged in a long, openmouthed kiss. 

"Now, her thighs make an inviting picture." 

They did indeed, being white and soft, yet shapely, with soft creases where they were joined by the girl's full buttocks. Kyla stepped forward and stroked her cane against the spread-eagled girl's inner thigh. Satisfied with her stance, she drew back her arm, and delivered the first stroke against the soft cringing flesh. It cracked mightily, and a long red weal immediately sprang up. Withna shrieked and bucked, but was secured so well that Kyla was able to place her strokes with complete accuracy. She moved up and down the girl's thighs with the cane, creating a pattern of parallel marks on each ivory surface, then altering the angle so that the cane bit across the welts. Withna became hysterical; tears poured down her pretty, spoiled face as she threw herself unavailingly against her bonds to lessen the savage bite of the cane. Kyla's face was set in concentration; evidently she was driven to be as thorough as possible, while her former mistress's suffering affected her delivery not a whit.

Her victim's thighs being covered in a lattice of pink and red stripes, Kyla addressed the girl's quivering buttocks,. Here the chastisement was even more severe, since some part of the girl's buttocks was under her, and that part which was exposed came in for repeated attentions. The swish of the cane and the crack of its landing continued unabated for some time; at last Astarte raised a finger, and after one final slashing cut the torment ceased; for the time being at least.

Leaving their blubbering victim, the two women turned to Jayla, squirming in pain on her post but nevertheless not so distracted as to ignore, appalled, her cousin's punishment. Kyla's mostly nude body bore a fine sheen of perspiration, and her breath came a little fast; yet she seemed full of energy still, as she drew Jayla's head back by the hair and looked at her. She kissed the reluctant captive's mouth, and forced her tongue deep in the girl's shell of an ear. In it she whispered: 

"You are going to worship me. You will do my bidding, lick my mound and put your tongue in my ass if I so bid you. If I choose to piss in your mouth, you will drink it gratefully. You will never again be defiant or disobedient. Now I am going to show you the reason." 

Stepping back, she aimed a cut at Jayla's slender buttocks, which protruded, completely vulnerable, over the edge of the post. A cruel thrashing ensued; Jayla's fevered attempts to avoid the cane only drove the post's sharp edges deeper against her soft parts. She screamed, writhed, wept floods of tears, and finally, in a delirium of pain, urinated on her soft, once pampered, self. This ultimate humiliation, in front of so many people, was the final crushing blow; she slumped as far as she could, sobbing heartbrokenly, scarcely jerking at the final cuts that landed on her tormented, striped buttocks.

"Leave these two to reflect on their unwise behavior for a while. You may use them if you so choose."



Slaves of the Desert Compound 10



Kyla was happy. She adored her mistress Astarte with all her wild heart; for the Mistress' queenly aura of command and power, for her flowing auburn locks, her tall erect carriage, her delicate exotic scents, her pale satin smooth skin. Astarte had raised her above the other slaves, to become her assistant, charged with the execution of certain penalties incurred by errant members of the household. Kyla had felt no personal animosity when chastising Withna and Jayla, who were her own former mistresses; but she did obtain erotic satisfaction from the screams and squirming of those who came beneath her cane, and the marks that her instruments inflicted on their naked flesh; especially the young women slaves. But she would gladly submit to the same treatment from Astarte, if the latter wished; she had been called once to her mistress' bed already, where she was transported to never before experienced heights of ecstasy by Astarte's sophisticated caresses. She would do anything, submit to anything for her Mistress; and tonight, to her joy, she had been summoned again to the bedchamber.

Bathed and wearing a soft musky scent, she presented herself at the appointed place as the evening shadows lengthened. Entering the room, with its aura of incense and fresh flowers, she saw Astarte seated on her massive carved bed, her hair loose and waving, clad in a diaphanous white gown. Unable to restrain her smile, Kyla quickly undid her loincloth and stood naked before her stern lover; then, suddenly afraid she had been too bold, dropped her eyes and tried to make herself small. 

"Ah, my darling. You are fresh and desirable as always. Don't hide your beautiful body; turn around and let me see all of you." 

She obediently turned to present her firm, perfectly shaped buttocks to her mistress' inspection. Then, emboldened, she bent over and grasped her ankles, revealing all her secrets. Her nipples hardened and a warm sensation pervaded her naked, exposed pussy. As she bent, revealed, Astarte slid off the bed in a rustle of silk, and caressed her smooth back. 

"You are a beautiful girl. You please me." 

Taking Kyla's hand, she drew the girl to the bed, and held her slender, dusky naked form on her lap. She pressed her mouth against Kyla's soft open lips, and the two began a long kiss. Their tongues intermingled and Kyla's darted into Astarte's warm wet mouth. She let her saliva drip from her tongue onto Astarte's; then drew back and opened further to give herself to her mistress. Kyla's whole body became soft and yielding as her tall companion put her arm around her neck and kissed her passionately. A hand slid the length of Kyla's slender back, passed the base of her spine and slid over her puffy soft anus, which swelled to the touch; then glided across the girl's vaginal lips, which parted beneath her finger. Astarte steadily stroked the girl's heat; Kyla gasped, pressed her mouth and body against the older woman and went into a shuddering orgasm.. Astarte continued to caress the girl's hot wet slit, and Kyla squirmed in the intensity of the pleasure. Astarte's hand moved upwards and a finger circled Kyla's rear ring of muscle; she pressed against it, and her fingertip slipped a short way into Kyla's anus, which was smoother inside than the finest satin. With a circular motion she drew the girl to a series of orgasms, and Kyla pushed back on the teasing finger to be penetrated more deeply. Slipping another finger into the girl's tight, soaking wet vagina, Astarte manipulated her lover in both places till the girl silently screamed out her ecstasy against Astarte's strong shoulder; then slumped down, limp and yielding totally.

"Did that make you happy? " Kyla could not speak, just nodded intensely. She pulled back from Astarte; slipped off the fingers that still penetrated her, and went to the floor on her knees, raising the Mistress' dress and pressing her open mouth against Astarte's fragrant slit. Shyly she put out her tongue and licked inside; meeting no reproof, she grew bolder and began to explore the warm, wet, unusual tasting entrance.

"Ah! That's nice. But wait for me a moment." 

Astarte stepped off the bed and moved to the corner of the tiled room, to void her bladder into the pipe installed there for that purpose. As she lowered herself, Kyla slipped down after her. Impulsively, she decided to demonstrate her love for her mistress. Down on her back on the cool floor, she slid forward until her face was positioned directly underneath Astarte's opening vagina. As Astarte commenced her stream, Kyla opened her mouth and began to drink the warm liquid that poured from her Mistress' parted labia. She swallowed the strange, acrid fluid eagerly, although a certain amount overflowed and poured across her face. Astarte began to restrain her stream; then sent a series of sudden gushes into her acolyte's willing mouth. Kyla gratefully received it, savoring the exotic flavor and intimate scent, reveling in this new devotion to her mistress, swallowing with no hesitation at all. Drinking her urine seemed a pure expression of her love and submission. Licking and sucking Astarte's wet cleft, she finished the last drops before beginning to caress the most sensitive area with her tongue. She would do anything for her Mistress, would happily bend over to be whipped or caned, even branded; which, incidentally, she had seen inflicted on one of the most recalcitrant slaves. Astarte moved sensuously as the young woman served her. Kyla gently caressed her anal entrance with fine boned fingers, and then moved her mouth to attend to the rear opening, working to provide the most exquisite sensations that were in her power, licking the muscular ring and endeavoring to thrust her tongue as deeply as possible into the tight passage. Astarte began to rock back and forth, with an intense near frown on her beautiful, haughty face, eventually enjoying several shuddering orgasms, which excited her servant almost as much as they did her. Entwining her fingers gently in Kyla's soft springy hair, Astarte drew her up, regarded her sweet face, shining with intimate fluids, and kissed her deeply. 

"Come into the bed."

They embraced, kissing and stroking, Kyla's mouth sweet of breath yet tasting of her mistress' most intimate secretions. Their tongues entwined, and their hands caressed the other's nipples and buttocks. Motioning to Kyla to position herself on hands and knees, Astarte took an ivory phallus from a bedside drawer. Leaning forward, Kyla gripped her own buttocks and drew them apart, revealing a glistening, shaved pink split and a small sooty anal entrance. Intuitively she spat on her fingers and used them to wet her rear opening. Slowly, sensually, her mistress slipped the ivory rod into the girl's rectum, which opened to receive it; when half its length was hidden inside the passage, Astarte began to slide it in and out, back and forth. It emerged from the girl's tight rectum, glistening with lubricants, and was then slowly pushed back in, each time a little further. Kyla writhed ecstatically, rubbing her pubis methodically, thrusting her behind back to accept her mistress' command. Torn by the dual sensations, her excitement rose to a peak and an enormously warm flood of delectable sensation flooded through her body, driving a soft scream from her lungs. Leaving the dildo in place, Astarte smiled, grasped Kyla's hair, and pushed her face down against her shaved pussy, which the girl commenced to lick and probe furiously, while Astarte continued a steady thrusting of the dildo in and out of the slave's bowels, eventually inserting it to the hilt, where it remained, held in place by Kyla's tight little sphincter, gripping the very end of the rod, while she continued to lap at Astarte's wet slit.

As the two expressed their passion, there came a soft knock at the door. Aspasia rose up from the silk pillows where she had been enjoying Kyla's fervent attentions, and signaled to the young slave to answer. She did not offer to remove the dildo seated in Kyla's firm young ass, and the latter tiptoed cautiously to the entrance so as not to dislodge it. It was always wise to steer well clear of anything that might incur Astarte's displeasure, whether or not your mouth had just been pleasuring her most intimate parts. Opening the heavy wooden door on its scrolled iron hinges, Kyla was surprised to see a young woman, clad only in a short leather shift, who greatly resembled herself except that her hair was light. Both girls were the same height and build, with similar full breasts, flat stomachs, firm protruding buttocks, full lips and high cheekbones; as well as a glow that betokened exceptional youth and health. The new arrival reviewed Kyla's naked form from head to foot with approbation; then burst into a lascivious smile as she observed Kyla's cheeks and chin, glistening with her mistress' juices. She bowed to her Mistress, who beckoned the two – who might have been twins – to the bed. The new girl's smile broadened as she followed Kyla and observed the sinuous motion of her swaying buttocks, as well as the dildo thrust between her cheeks

"This is my other little Amazon servant. The two of you may perhaps work together. Shura, show us your sweet self." 

Shura immediately stripped off her shift and stood before them, her nipples beginning to stand out under the scrutiny, and her plump bare labia protruding. She opened her mouth as if to welcome in a partner. Then, turning her back to them, she gripped her cheeks and, bending forward, displayed her exquisite pink anal bud; which, Kyla noted, gaped open slightly, coated in liquid. Her lewd expression and superb form caused Kyla to return to her previous state of excitement.

"You've been with the Master's son? I trust you pleased him. What did he have you do?"

"Mistress, he was so excited. You know he only returned this morning with the caravan. I sucked him as he likes, but he told me to stop, he was so ready to explode. He had me sit over him and put him in my behind. All I did was squeeze him a little at my entrance, and he came right away in me. It was a fountain! He sent me away till tonight; he said he was tired. So I came to you immediately; I hope you'll forgive my tardiness."

"No Shura, you did well. Now, bend back over. Kyla, kneel down and lick your new sister's behind clean. You will want to make certain that it is done thoroughly, since I told her to come here the moment she was given leave. She has not had time to bathe, so it falls to you to prepare her."

Kyla obediently went to her knees, albeit with a certain apprehension. Leaning forward, she grasped Shura's smooth buttocks and parted them. Liquids continued to seep from Shura's entrance; a blend of come, lubricant, and the lining of her rectum. Though otherwise as clean as a whistle, the slave's anal area exuded a perfume of sex and a faint odor of shit. Steeling herself, Kyla gingerly extended her tongue to touch the glistening bud; then, taking the plunge, she thrust her face between the girl's cheeks and began to lap at her ring, delivering broad strokes with her tongue and alternating them with probing into the opening, with its unusual taste. Shura gasped and wriggled her behind, pressing against the other's steadily working tongue and lips. Placing a hand on her right cheek, she drew it apart to facilitate Kyla's access, and began to caress herself in front with the other hand. Kyla held back her partner's left cheek and slipped a finger into her pussy, which was extremely hot and wet. She manipulated the slave in tandem with her oral attentions; having polished Shura's anal exterior clean, she endeavored to insert her tongue as deeply as possible to extract the liquids inside. Her face ground against Shura's ass, which seemed to melt in softness; Shura moaned and squirmed, reaching first one orgasm, then a second. Her fingers worked frantically at her clitoris as Kyla began to pant with her strenuous efforts.

"I think that will suffice. Well done, young ones. Now, come to the bed."

Astarte guided the girls' mouths, one to her pussy, the other to her ass. As the two commenced to lick and suck, the Mistress lay back in an unusual languor, relaxing as her acolytes worked on her. Enthusiastically licking Astarte's wet pussy, Kyla felt a touch on her own parts as Shura's fingers trailed across her thigh, then unerringly found her erect clitoris and began to stroke it in a delightful manner. In the absence of any reprimand from Mistress, Kyla reciprocated Shura's touch, and the three lay in an exquisite triangle of sensation. Astarte climaxed forcefully; discreetly, the two slaves followed, now covered with perspiration.

"You have both done well. Now you may leave me, bathe and rest. Tomorrow you will be shown your other duties; as my agents of reprimand, thoroughly learning the skills of the whip, cane, crop and twigs."



Slaves of the Desert Compound 12



The slave awoke to a room full of shadows; the day's light had faded and twilight had come. He lay on his face as his consciousness gradually awoke; yet he felt pleasantly drugged, languorous. The memory of the afternoon returned to him; it seemed softened distant however, though it had not been a good day. The slave's sweet face and pleasant manner had shielded him from many of the penalties that overtook many of the household's slaves; yet a gradual accumulation of small infractions inevitably brought about a sentence to the whipping chamber of the household. 

Surprised and shocked, he was protesting and pleading as the steward's men hauled him down the corridor and into the much feared chamber. His single garment was pulled over his head; naked and exposed, strong hands gripped his hair and arms and he was put in position in the wooden stocks against one wall. The top half of the stocks was lowered so that his neck and wrists were pinned at an uncomfortable angle. Fingers gripped his nose and when he opened his mouth to breathe, a woven leather ball was thrust into his mouth and tied tightly at the back of his head. As he squirmed helplessly, his ankles were placed in the stocks' lower section and secured there. He stood, bent over, capable of only a slight side to side movement of his hips; his soft, narrow buttocks protruding invitingly, with his legs parted and the long graceful length of his back hunched over by the grasp on his neck.

There was movement behind him; he strained to see or hear what was taking place, but caught only something that sounded like "Thirty". His inquiries, however, were abruptly halted, as a sudden swish, a crack and a fiery pain across his behind drove a gasp of air through his nostrils. He cried out through the gag, but another cutting stroke choked off his voice. His chastiser was evidently an artist at his work; a series of strokes, delivered at short, even intervals, laid a pattern of horizontal, parallel stripes across the slave's buttocks and the point where his behind joined his thighs. Each stroke immediately erupted into a stinging agony, which had only begun to subside when the following blow was delivered.

The slave writhed and tried to evade the cutting strokes; but he was effectively pinned and each stroke landed where it was intended. After ten stripes, a pause ensued; the slave was able to catch his breath, Sobbing, he tried to plead through the gag for an end to the punishment, but it was not to be. Apparently refreshed by the break, his tormentor recommenced the punishment, this time angling each cut upwards so that it crossed one or more of the prior set, doubling the effect and driving a muffled howl from the unfortunate youth. Ten blows were thus ingeniously administered; then another pause, while the youth's muffled cries subsided into great sobs. The final ten were angled in the opposite direction, some of which intersected the tender areas several times. The slave shrieked and raised himself to his tiptoes; such pain did not seem possible. His behind was surely a mass of blood.

Finally the punishment was done. The lad cringed, fearing more agony, but no more blows came and the stinging slowly lessened. Weeping, he felt the arm of the stocks lifted up and the gag loosened; a cup was held to his lips, he drank gratefully, and was led to the slaves' chambers, where he fell gratefully onto his bed; face down, needless to say. Drowsiness overcame him and he fell into a dreamless slumber.

He woke in the darkening room. Remembering with a start his painful afternoon, he gingerly explored his buttocks with a cautious hand. To his surprise, they were innocent of any blood, and displayed only the slightest of welts. He stretched sensually and pressed his face into the cool linen. He felt a soft touch on his back, but was too relaxed to raise up and look. A pair of hands began to gently stroke the young man's smooth skin; they gently massaged his back and shoulders, spreading a pleasant glow through him. He moved his back to further accept the enjoyable touching; the hands obliged by continuing their skilled caress, now stroking the length of the young man's back and gently probing his tightened muscles, releasing their tension and replacing it with a delightful relaxation. Everything seemed softened and sensual; the pain of the afternoon was only an unpleasant memory, now dismissed. 

The touch now shifted to the lad's hips; it soothed the areas that had been so roughly treated, and began to caress the smooth, perfect flesh of his behind. The youth began to move in response to the hands, as a warm pleasure began to enter his body; his perfectly shaped cock stirred slightly and began to stiffen, and he squirmed and pushed out his buttocks to encourage the soothing, thrilling movements. The hands gently parted his buttocks, and a finger ran down the divide to pass over the soft little bud of his entrance. 

As the lad let out a muffled cry of pleasure, fingers began a circling touch of his anus; the muscular ring stood up under the pressure and seemed to open slightly; the other took advantage of this acceptance by slipping a finger joint first only a short way, then half its length, into the youth's rectum, which started to dampen with excitement as the prostrate lad began to move his hips in time with the magical touch, and press back to insert the intruding digit deeper into his ass. 

The slave's cock was now glowing with sensation; his buttocks were being rhythmically squeezed as the relentless fingers touched his secret passage, which had developed its own sensual glow. He attempted to turn over to embrace his lover, but was gently restrained. Instead, he felt a cool liquid drip between his ass cheeks; the masseur began to rub a pleasant smelling oil into the target of his interest. The slave felt his rectum, normally a narrow passage, relaxing further and opening like a flower, as the fragrant grease was massaged into it. He began to moan and convulse his ass to encourage the probing, thrilling touching. Now two, or perhaps three fingers were working at his entrance, yet there was no pain, only a welcoming urge to accept whatever was desired by his companion. 

Sure enough, after a long, stretching caress, he felt a hard, thicker presence at the door. 

Pushing his ass out, and instinctively pressing his sphincter to open, he suffered a moment of fear as his anal entrance was stretched more than ever before. A push, and the head of the cock was inside the entrance. He gasped; it seemed as though he was draped on a rack, impaled by this all-powerful force. 

His lover began a series of short pushes forward and drawings back; his cock, eased by the oil spread inside the lad, as well as by the young man's own natural lubrication, made steady progress with little discomfort, till the slave lay beneath his partner with his ass delightfully stretched, griping the full thick length of his lover's firm cock inside himself, completely filled. Yet to the young man's astonishment, he felt his inner core responding and relaxing further, so that the cock penetrated even more deeply, turning his limbs to a helpless submission, his only motion a welcoming, loving caress with his innermost depths of the swelling, dominating, overpowering phallus that throbbed in the furthest imaginable recesses of his insides. His rectum was flooded with lubrication; the cock slid deep, drew back, drove deeper still. The lad cried out, and raised his hips in an effort to admit the invading phallus even further. 

He was filled completely; yet his insides seemed to unlock, admitting ever more overpowering waves of sensual submission. The thought floated across his semi-delirious consciousness; this is what it is to truly submit, to be truly fucked. He squeezed the shaft rhythmically with his sphincter, and moved to accommodate as obligingly as he could. Turning his head, his open, trembling mouth was invaded by a strong, probing tongue. He widened his own mouth and feverishly licked and sucked it.

Then another hand intertwined in his hair and drew his face to the front. While the deep, rhythmic strokes in his ass continued, a new presence made itself felt against his lips. Obediently he parted them, and gratefully accepted a stiff phallus into his welcoming mouth. His lips were stretched wide; he worked to keep his teeth from irritating the invading shaft, and kissed and licked the intruding member, running his tongue around the sensitive area beneath the head. 

He was obliged to submit to a steady invasion of his mouth; inch by inch the cock pressed deeper. Only the lad's relaxed state avoided a violent regurgitation; however, he willed his acceptance and his throat opened. Unbelievably, the base of the cock was now pressed against his lips; his mouth and throat were choked by its girth. He struggled to continue his attentions to the velvety flesh; it withdrew slightly, then thrust even deeper. 

Impaled at both ends, he lay in a delirium of boneless sensuality, reduced to an ass and mouth that, squirming, sucking and squeezing, lived only to pleasure the all-powerful invading masters. All resistance was ended; in front his throat was smoothly probed, so that he was able to lick and suck his partner's testicles, while his throat clenched the head of the intruding cock. Behind, he was altogether opened, receiving the head of the thrusting organ so deeply that he felt the two cocks must surely touch each other. Each thrust sent a sensuous ripple through his body. 

Sucking, squeezing, gasping in pain and pleasure, moaning through the gag of flesh, his sounds and squirming inflamed his masters. Their cocks swelled in unison and in a final thrust, the deepest yet, each erupted in a great spurt of come into the young man, who cried out, arched his back, and collapsed onto the bed's surface. He lay in a daze; but was brought back to full consciousness by a slap on his buttocks – between which a trickle of liquids dripped – and a renewed pressure against his lips. He realized that his masters had revived and switched places. Tossing his hair back, parting his lips, and lifting up his buttocks invitingly, he commenced again to service each one to his best ability.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 13



The compound where the slaves lived was only one of a collection of buildings and open areas, similar in size to a small town. The community was a hive of activity, as the Master – a wealthy and powerful member of the upper nobility – administered his many enterprises, including spice growing and trading, the manufacturing of certain luxury goods, a fleet of seagoing vessels, and the buying and selling of slaves. The settlement was surrounded by moderate desert country (which effectively discouraged the slaves from fleeing), but the immediate area supported a number of crops. 

Discipline for the large slave population was a serious affair, frequently and severely imposed. For the field slaves, whipping posts and stocks abounded, often with their victims left still bound and bleeding. Philip, Aspasia, Naivia and the other house slaves, whose principal responsibility was the delivery of sophisticated satisfaction, were admonished in a more subtle fashion. They were too valuable, and their good looks too delicate, to risk being disfigured by the savage beatings imposed on the field slaves, who were regarded as little different from beasts of burden. However, this was not to say that they escaped corporal punishment; it was a common sight in the house slaves' dining quarters to see one or other young slave standing as they ate; the wooden benches were hard on buttocks and thighs tender from a recent whipping. But the exquisite penalties that were inflicted on the house slaves were more carefully calculated, and often combined with the slaves' prime function: the giving of pleasure. They were not, however, regarded with anything other than fear by the slaves, who knew only too well the exquisite agony they brought.

Young slaves like Philip and Kyla were of simple country origins, brought up in strict village communities in the mountains or by the sea and sold into slavery by greedy relatives or successful military captains. But the lands around the compound were sometimes the scene of violent encounters, of raids and pillage, captured caravans and plundered estates. The latter occurrences brought a very different kind of captive to the compound; often individuals who had been accustomed to wealth and power, but now found themselves in bondage forever when a slave trader offered their bodies to the Master or his agents, who were almost always in the market for promising human material. It was these slaves, fallen from relatively lofty heights, who had the most difficulty adapting to their new state of servility. The chastisements administered by Astarte, her twin Amazon servants Kyla and Shura, and the other administrators of discipline, fell most heavily on them, remorselessly compelling them to abandon all resistance. The punishments proceeded inexorably, ending only after the will to resist was completely broken, and the slaves – by then usually striped from top to bottom, since instruction generally continued for quite a while after the unwise individuals had discovered the error of their ways - were ready to obey any instruction, perform any sex act with enthusiasm and abandon, even protrude their buttocks invitingly to receive additional cuts of the cane.

Two female slaves who had been recently captured in a raid were fated to be splendid examples of the skill of the Mistress and her acolytes in eliminating resistance and replacing it with utter submission and grateful obedience. One was a handsome dark-haired woman of about forty, with a patrician face, lush figure, and arrogant air, the other her stepdaughter, a slender, petite blonde, with a spoiled expression, beautiful fair skin, small well shaped breasts and narrow, attractive buttocks. This misguided pair did not abandon their supercilious attitudes once placed in the slave quarters, remaining sulky and complaining when shown their new responsibilities and tossing their heads rudely when reprimanded. The other slaves watched with interest to see from which direction the lightning bolt would fall. Sure enough, the pair was seated together at the evening meal in the slaves' dining room, where they held themselves at a distance from their fellows. The door opened and two of the household's guards marched in. One whisked the young blonde girl from her seat, easily holding her with one arm. Her stepmother rose in indignation, but was quickly pushed down into place by the other guard. She stared open-mouthed as her precious pet was removed from the room, squealing and struggling without making the least impression on her abductor's composure.

The petite young slave was brought into another room, her dress pulled off, and tossed naked onto a bed, her fine hair disordered and falling on her pretty, sulky face. She tried to raise herself up, while also endeavoring to cover her private parts with her hands. The guard simply pushed her back face down, and straddled her slender body, gripping her slender wrists together behind her back in one powerful hand while he knelt on the backs of her knees. The young slave was held completely helpless in spite of her struggles; her soft narrow buttocks and white thighs were turned invitingly upwards, entirely unprotected. Leaning back, the guard easily maintained his control of the girl as Shura, who had been waiting in a corner of the room, moved forward, a flat wooden paddle gripped in her delicate hand. Without delay she aimed and struck the helpless girl as hard as she could across her twin cheeks; a mighty crack was heard followed immediately by the girl's muffled shriek. Shura commenced a steady punishment of the soft surfaces exposed to her mercy. She struck again and again, sometimes shifting from rounded buttock to tender inner thigh, then delivering a succession of blows on the same spot. The girl screamed and sobbed wildly, but her face remained pressed into the bed; Shura gleefully guided her tormenting attentions back and forth, up and down, again and again. The girl's soft flesh was bright pink from the marks of the paddle, and Shura wore a delighted expression as she selected one target after another, aimed and struck, then moved immediately to the next place of punishment. The cracks of the paddle on flesh were a staccato counterpart to the girl's howls; she shrieked with pain, begging for mercy, without having the smallest effect on Shura's remorseless chastisement. Though the pain of the paddle was intense, it did not cut or shed blood; nevertheless the slave's buttocks glowed pink, then red as the spanking continued for minute after minute. Clearly the blonde had never experienced pain like this in her prior pampered existence; her screams became howls, then gradually died down as she commenced to sob hopelessly, like a baby. Shura was panting hard; her arm grew tired and she switched the paddle to her other hand, enabling a new flood of strokes. Finally she paused; delivered one more resounding swat on the brightest part of her victim's bottom, and sat back, while the girl sobbed more quietly and the guard, still easily holding her in place, now demonstrated a considerable tumescence under his robe. 

Shura moved back and motioned to the guard, who raised his hand to his mouth to wet his fingers. Still holding the slave's wrists together, he moved his knees to rest between the slave's legs, which he pushed apart. He seized her bottom – she cried out anew as he pressed the tender flesh - and thrust two fingers into her exposed anus, where he moved them in a circle so as to widen the muscles of the young woman's back passage. She cried and struggled desperately, but her small frame made little impact on his trained strength. Now drawing her wrists above her head, he lowered himself down and guided the head of his swollen cock against her sphincter, which his manipulations had caused to gape open. He slid forward and impaled her, pinning her to the bed as he began to fuck her little ass, oblivious to her cries and pleadings to spare her. His cock moved deeply in and out of her bottom, making a liquid squelching sound and forcing a squeal from her lungs each time he plunged it in to the hilt. Soon enough though, he climaxed and fell back, leaving his partner slumped on her face, hair soaked in sweat, her anal entrance visible and gaping, a puddle of juices decorating it. Shura nodded in approval, then stepped forward with the paddle to deliver a new succession of agonizing smacks on the pink, uncovered flesh, creating more squeals, wriggles and cries as the slave continued to be taught the error of her ways.

In the slaves' dining room, the sudden abduction of her spoiled stepdaughter had considerably startled the handsome older woman. She appealed to her neighbors at the table for information, but they were not able to do much to enlighten her, responding only that it seemed likely that the younger slave was keeping an appointment with the Mistress. Several days passed, and there was still no sign of the younger woman; although when her stepmother swallowed her considerable pride enough to ask one of the steward's men what had befallen the younger, she was laconically informed that it was nothing fatal, and that all would be known before long. Greatly perturbed, she continued her importuning until the steward himself smacked her face hard in front of the other slaves and told her that matters would be clear soon enough. Meanwhile, she should not think that her own arrogant disobedience had gone ignored.

The stepmother's turn came at supper the next evening. Once again, two guards came into the room, this time plucking her off the bench, and marched her out. She was taken to another chamber and ordered to strip. Hesitating, she delayed removing her dress; then, as one of the guards moved purposefully in her direction, she removed her clothing and stood naked. She possessed a fine figure, with long lustrous dark hair, full breasts, a still-flat stomach, shapely hips and rounded buttocks. She quailed slightly before the intensity of their gaze; then glanced fearfully at a wooden post, about six feet tall, set in the floor, with a metal collar and wrist shackles attached near the top, at the end of short chains. The guards gripped her and brought her to the post; the collar, with only a few inches of chain, was placed around her neck, while her wrists were secured in front, raised up, with the remaining shackles. She was closely secured to the post, able to move only a few inches, with the full length of her back, behind, and long legs held open to the view of all. She cringed in embarrassment and tried to hide her face in her hair.

The door opened and she was surprised to see her stepdaughter walk gingerly through it. The girl was completely nude, and had new adornments in the form of fine gold rings piercing her nipples, belly button and, evidently, her exposed clitoris. She did not look at her stepmother, but instead went immediately to one of the guards and kneeled on the floor before him. Lifting his robe, she grasped his thickening member, and – to the astonishment of her stepmother – opened her mouth and began sucking it, while gazing upwards submissively. She intently fondled, licked and sucked the now rock hard cock, taking it deeply into her mouth, running her tongue the length of it, seeming to devote all her attention to supplying pleasure. The guard quickly reached his climax in her mouth, and she swallowed down his come without any resistance, continuing her submitting regard. The first task completed, she stood up and bending over, gripped her cheeks to part them and invitingly reveal her little asshole, which stood slightly open and shone with a greasy gleam. The other guard stepped forward; reaching behind, she guided his erection to her opening and with a push, took it into her rectum. Then she bent, grasped her ankles, and moved her hips and ass sinuously, moaning quietly as he fucked her ass. Again, the guard came relatively rapidly; gasping slightly, she squirmed so that his cock emerged, glistening with secretions. Still without acknowledging the older woman, she knelt to suck clean the cock that had just been in her ass. It was then that the stepmother saw the pink stripes that covered the length of the young slave's back, buttocks, and thighs.

The older slave sensed movement behind her, and strained against the shackles to look. There she saw – to her dismay – the smiling faces of Kyla and Shura. Each held a narrow bundle of bare twigs, bound together at one end. 

"Your young one has undergone training, No longer will she resist authority; as you can see, we have made her eager to serve. Does she not make a charming picture as she pleasures our men? Now she does whatever she is told; usually we must only show her the cane to have her quite fall over herself in trying to please. We may take her into our bed tonight; she has become skilled at serving us. But she should stay here for the moment; now it's time for your own correction, and she should watch and listen as you are taught. I expect your lesson will take quite a while; one thing is certain, you are not going to like it. By the end, though, you will coo like a dove."

The slave opened her mouth to protest, but her expostulations were cut off as Kyla thrust a leather ball gag into her mouth, tying it behind her head. Now her hands were unable to protect her flesh, while the shackle around her neck further confined her movements. Her entire back and sides were naked and exposed, 

"Shall we begin?"

The two Amazons stepped up to the post. Simultaneously they began to whip the unfortunate slave with their bundles of twigs. Immediately an agonizing stinging sensation developed in the areas they abused; together the two whipped the slave's buttocks, back, thighs, and calves. While she writhed and squirmed wildly in a vain attempt to evade the relentless sting of the twigs wielded by the one of her tormentors, the other addressed her breasts, nipples and belly, causing her to scream through the gag. Every inch of her naked body received the whip of the sharp twigs: her underarms, sides, the back of her neck, her pussy, even the soles of her feet were grasped, lifted and punished. She shrieked repeatedly through the leather gag; the blows did not cease for a moment, finding ever more sensitive skin to punish. The two Amazons then addressed her buttocks, each repeatedly beating one cheek, so that the poor slave thrust her hips from side to side in a hopeless, though somewhat comical, attempt to escape the pain; she was crying hysterically. Her skin was marked by hundreds of small red stripes; these aided the Amazons in identifying parts of her body that had so far escaped the twigs, which they at once addressed. Her legs were separated and the upper insides of her thighs and the crease of her behind switched, along with the sensitive areas at the top of the divide. Even her hands did not escape; Shura gripped her wrists, while Kyla flogged her soft palms, provoking more squeals of agony. Tiring slightly, the girls returned their attention to the woman's buttocks and thighs, she felt as though she was receiving a thousand bee stings. She hopped from foot to foot, turning her body frantically in the limited radius permitted by the shackles; yet each time she turned away from one implement of punishment, the other was waiting to inflict new torments on the exposed area. Tears poured down her cheeks, she gasped, cried out, howled; her body was in constant jerking motion as the twigs made contact. At times Kyla would whip her soft shoulders while Shura addressed her calves; the agony covered her entire naked form. Suddenly she urinated on herself, unable to control it; the yellow liquid splashed on the floor around her feet. At that, the Amazons gradually slackened the pace of the punishment; a few more strokes, and they stepped away from the slave, who slumped against the post, held up by the bonds around her neck and wrists, her skin striped like a beast's. She sobbed without cease, unable to move her hands to soothe the myriad stings covering her pale body.

Kyla selected a metal bowl; squatting and concentrating, with a small smile on her handsome face, she pissed a forceful stream into it. Bringing the brimming dish of yellow liquid forward, she removed the now soaked gag and pressed the bowl against the slave's slack mouth, insisting that she drink, When the latter turned her face away in revulsion, Shura delivered a rapid succession of strokes on her buttocks, choosing the most red and tender parts.. Again the dish was offered to her, and with extreme reluctance the woman took a small sip, immediately after being seized with explosive coughing and choking. This resulted in a further series of sharp strokes, causing the unfortunate woman to scream and writhe for a considerable time. Again the dish was placed to her lips; this time, gasping and protesting, weeping and begging, she drank till it was emptied. 

Kyla and Shura conferred quietly. The woman was unshackled, and the young slave – who had watched her stepmother's chastisement with appalled fascination – was instructed to lie on her back with her mouth opened. She quickly complied. At the Amazons' order, the older woman was compelled to sit over her – she moved with great care, her whole body still suffering from the pain of the tormenting twigs - and urinate into her wide open, cupid's bow lips, which were parted in sensuous invitation. Gasping, without hesitation her stepdaughter quickly gulped down every drop of the flood of warm yellow fluid. At a word from Kyla, the two then began to lick and suck their partner's pussy, at first reluctantly, then with increasing fervor. Their faces glistening with secretions, they had abandoned all resistance, tonguing and licking the other until they came together, with a despairing cry. At that point their slave status was fully brought home to them. Now they understood that they were toys, mere possessions, to be posed, and disposed of, in any way their masters and mistresses wished. Their future was one of abject submission, a total abandonment of personal control, replaced with an obedient enthusiasm to perform at any depths required to please.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 14



It was evening at the compound. There had been a magnificent sunset over the palms and the distant sands, a fitting greeting for the numbers of important guests -- wealthy traders, ambassadors, military men -- who had arrived as guests at the Master's residences.

The woman who had recently been disciplined - her name was Honoria -- was now kneeling naked on a bed in a magnificently adorned chamber, engaged in an intense and highly attentive servicing with her mouth of a middle-aged man in a silk gown, pulled up to his waist to allow her access. She sucked steadily, gazing at him in wide-eyed submission as her mouth moved steadily up and down his thick cock, which glistened with her saliva. He began to roll his body in anticipation of his climax -- though not really wishing to cut short the delightful sensation -- then rose up, grasped her by the hair, pulled his spurting cock from her eager mouth and sprayed her face with copious amounts of come. Looking up at him, she kept her mouth wide open to collect some of this baptism; the remainder splashed onto her forehead, cheeks and chin, where it trickled down her face, leaving dripping wet streaks. 

When Honoria was certain that her partner had emitted every drop, she took him back in her mouth and sucked him clean. First requesting leave, which was granted, she trotted nude across the room, where she leaned over a basin to wash. Her full buttocks, glowing skin and pink slit were on display to him as she bent; he called out a request, or rather command, in a rasping voice. Giving him a lewd glance from her large dark eyes, she immediately reached into a jar for a glop of a greasy ointment. Exaggerating her gestures, bending over further, parting her legs, she began to massage the ointment between her buttocks. She looked at him knowingly as her fingers slowly smoothed the cream into her now visible anal entrance, writhing suggestively as she spread the lotion into her rectum. This performance appeared to revive her partner; stepping back to the bed, Honoria straddled him in reverse, and holding herself open, very slowly lowered her pink rose onto the head of his twitching phallus. Her eyes and mouth opened wide as she felt his warm head begin to enter her rear; she gave a series of erotic moans that further stimulated his ardor. Beginning to rotate her hips slowly, each time absorbing a little more of his cock into her back passage, rubbing her pussy as she moved, she provided her partner with the delightful view of his cock tightly grasped in her smoothly shaved anus, slipping deeper into the ring of flesh that tightly surrounded it.

Nevertheless her erotic ministrations did not fully restore her partner's tumescence. He had not yet regained his full erection, and was unable to penetrate her very deeply.. Slipping out of her rear, he gripped her shoulder and turned her to face him.

"Fetch the cane."

An unreadable expression crossed the woman's face. Rising from the bed, she stepped naked across the room to select a lithe bamboo rod from a rack. Respectfully tendering it to her master, she quickly turned to bend over a chair. Her pale, ample buttocks, agleam with a fine layer of sweat, were offered to him, as Honoria trembled slightly in anticipation of the cutting strokes. Her partner -- tall and well-muscled, although a little past the prime of life -- switched the cane through the air a couple of times, touched Honoria's bottom with it, drew back, and struck.

The crack of the cane on the woman's flesh was followed at once by the springing up of a pink welt on her flesh. Honoria sucked in her breath sharply, but did not cry out. Instead she pushed her buttocks out provocatively and prepared for the second blow. It landed immediately below the first, and she flinched and gasped. Nevertheless, she resumed her position, again invitingly presenting her well shaped behind for punishment, slid her fingers down in front of her and began to softly caress her pussy. Two more cuts rang out on her taut skin, and this time she let out a moan of pain; perhaps not unmixed with pleasure. Her fingers began to move more quickly as they rubbed her clitoris. Another two stripes, and she winced in pain and cried out softly. Her hand was wet with her secret juices; she continued to bend over and looked back at her master with a strange hunger. He was fully erect, his cock standing up, filled with blood.

"That will do for the moment. Do not try to soothe them yet. Come here now."

Honoria approached him smiling obediently, gingerly lowered herself to her knees and, grasping the cock, which throbbed with excitement, put it in her mouth. She closed her eyes and began sucking it deeply, administering all the skill of her lips and tongue and beginning to gasp with pleasure as she fellated him. Small liquid sounds filled the chamber, along with the aroused moans of the couple; sucking and sucking, Honoria's excitement increased till it seemed as though she would swallow the entire member. The new welts stood out on her pale bottom, and her master's knees began to buckle as he concentrated all his attention on the exquisite sensations his punished partner was supplying with her mouth and fingers. She stroked his balls and the flesh behind them; then easily slipped one finger into his ass. Moving carefully, she located the mass of his prostate, and began to massage it gently. 

This new stimulation proved almost too much to permit the other to restrain his orgasm. He pulled out of her mouth -- his cock dripped with her spittle -- and pushed Honoria onto the bed facedown. She put her hands back immediately and spread apart the cheeks of her ass invitingly, although she flinched slightly as she made contact with the sore areas. Her dark pink colored sphincter still gaped a little from their former intercourse; he placed the head of his stiff, slippery cock against the opened entrance and slid deeply inside, meeting almost no resistance. Honoria began to rotate her hips in time with his penetrating thrusts; she began to hum deep in her throat, uttering little cries of pleasure mixed with supplication, which created a frenzy in her master. 

Grunting in excitement, he lay at full length on her wet, soft, writhing body and plunged in and out of her ass, which increased in lubrication with each movement. Wet sounds filled the air and a maddening scent composed of sweat, shit and patchouli entered their nostrils. Honoria plunged and fell beneath the driving strokes; her cries grew louder. She pressed her buttocks against his groin to take in every fraction of his length; gasped when he partially withdrew, arched and relaxed her back, grunted deeply each time he drove his rigid phallus home in her passage. He pulled out most of the way and paused, taunting her with his immobility; she retaliated by employing her sphincter to steadily squeeze, then release the part that he kept in her. Her lustful noises excited him beyond measure; he grasped her sweat soaked hair and pulled her head back hard, reached to her front and began to twist and tug at her popping nipples, then thrust several fingers into her soft wet mouth and played with her tongue. With one hand she frantically rubbed her pussy, reaching the other back to try and place a finger inside his own anus, then cupped his balls and squeezed them sensuously. She screamed as he finally erupted in her ass; lay slack a moment, then, when he rolled back, exhausted for the moment, raised herself to her knees and commenced to slowly and thoroughly suck him clean of their conjoined juices.

In another bedroom, her stepdaughter Elina was equally actively engaged, although in a different kind of task. She lay on her back on a richly covered bed, her face almost completely hidden under the broad buttocks of the middle-aged nude woman, clad only in glittering rings and necklaces, resting heavily on the young woman's pretty face which steadily licked the other's open vagina. The older woman squirmed irritably, thrusting her broad bottom hard against the young mouth working beneath her, and spoke angrily. "Is this the best you can do? Your mistress assured me of your skill. Perhaps you need a lesson; in fact, she told me to summon her girls if in any manner I am not pleased by you. Shall I send for them now, with their canes? That might be amusing to watch, and your willingness may be increased." 

A muffled gasp of fear was the response to her threat, and the young blonde Elina immediately commenced to quickly lick and probe the other's anal entrance, delicately massaging the woman's bulging clitoris with nimble, slender fingers as she did so. With a grunt of satisfaction the arrogant elder reseated herself on the sweet blonde face serving her, and began to press her bottom sinuously in time with the lingual attentions, which now paid frantic attention to her oppressor's responses, redoubling their workings as the other's passages became wetter and warmer. Without ceasing to rub her fat, rapidly lubricating rear up and across the delicate features below -- which now glistened with her secretions -- the older woman reached to pick up a thick, carved ivory dildo, reached an arm behind the other's knees to raise her lower body, and pressed it cruelly hard into the blonde's rosebud anus, occasioning a subdued cry of pain. The impaled one sobbed and writhed quietly as the dildo pushed into her dry rectum; she squirmed in an attempt to admit its blunt tip more easily, but did not cease her oral ministrations for a moment, increasing her tempo and attentiveness as the heavy bulk crushing her began to move in a rhythm of its own, and a humming sound began to emerge from the pouting, haughty mouth.

Elina's new life as a sex slave was initiated the evening she was publicly dragged, surprised and protesting, from the servants' dining hall. Held easily by one of the guards, she was whisked through the hallways and down a short flight of stone stairs. A heavy wooden door was flung open, and she was hauled inside, her protests completely ineffectual. She was placed in a kneeling position on a low platform and her ankles secured in a set of stocks placed low to the ground, while one of the guards easily held her slim wrists in front of her. Looking wildly around for help, her heart sank as she recognized the two young women, Kyla and Sura, who regarded her appreciatively as they flexed the narrow thongs they each held. Before she could speak a whip slashed her narrow buttocks. She squealed and wriggled, trying to soothe with a touch the injured flesh, but her hands were completely restrained. Another stripe and another; in a moment she was crying out with the pain, which was allowed to lessen for just a few moments before the arrival of the next fiery brand. She squirmed wildly to avoid the whip, but her ankles and wrists were held fast and her movement greatly restricted. Three more strokes, and she screamed piercingly; the only result was a delighted chuckle from the girls, who plied their instruments even harder.

After a dozen welts, there was a pause. Elina's bottom was bright pink, a remarkable contrast to the rest of her pale flesh. Her wrists were released and one of the guards stepped forward, his erect cock pointed directly at face level. As he moved forward, she instinctively moved her face away to the side and clamped her lips tightly shut. Never, in her prior pampered existence, had she tolerated such an extreme familiarity. Immediately her wrists were seized and what was to prove to be her second dozen commenced. The agony of the narrow thongs cutting her already tender flesh was intense. In between screams she begged them to stop, falling over her words as she attempted to assure her tormentors that she would do whatever they asked, if they would halt only for a moment. Nevertheless, the full twelve strokes landed, precisely placed on her soft pink bottom, which now glowed red in places. Her pretty face streamed with tears and snot, and one of the girls wiped it with a rough towel. Once again her wrists were released and the guard approached, his cock pointing like a spear. This time she grasped the shaft, gingerly opened her mouth slightly to receive it, but choked and gagged. Trying to suck it, she instead scraped the sensitive skin with her teeth, to the guard's expressed annoyance. Once again, her wrists were gripped and her body pulled forward so that her glowing buttocks were made available to the whips. As the lashes fell on her naked flesh she began to howl; this seemed only to encourage the whip wielders, who struck ever more precisely at her most sensitive parts.

After the thirty sixth stroke, she was confronted again with the task that had earlier seemed so repellent. Her will to resist was gone; she humbly fondled the guard's phallus and opened her mouth to its widest point to receive it. Frustrated by the long delay, the guard began to steadily fuck the girl's mouth, with each stroke entering a little deeper. Elina's punishment had broken her spirit; she submitted helplessly to the thick probing, her muscles relaxed and without choking her lips and tongue humbly caressed the intruding shaft until she had taken it into her throat, where it was gripped in the most titillating fashion. Breathing heavily though her nose, she sucked and licked ceaselessly, aware that if she stopped for an instant the savage stinging would recommence. Soon a shower of come struck the back of her throat, and she instinctively swallowed the salty, strange-tasting liquid. Eyes cast down, not daring to remove her mouth from its rapidly softening contents, she licked it clean like a cat, but her heart dropped as she heard one of the girls say "Good enough. Tomorrow we'll do the same to open up her pretty little bottom. It may take a little longer, but she'll at least be nicely warmed in advance."



Slaves of the Desert Compound 15



The young slave girl Adria wept silently as she stood naked, her hands clenched behind her neck, on the raised platform in the centre of the crowded dining hall. Her pretty face was wet with tears, which welled ceaselessly out of her enormous blue eyes, presently containing the most woeful of expressions. This did not detract, however, from the general perfection of her features: naturally red, pouting lips, soft cheeks, fine thick black hair, and a small but extremely shapely body, with perfectly formed petite breasts, a flat stomach with a cute navel, slightly full thighs, small hands and feet, and plump round buttocks. The latter retained a pink glow from the chastisement they had received a few minutes earlier in the room of correction.

It was the rule at the compound that after a whipping, the errant slave must stand naked, injured parts on display, in the public space, for the remainder of the day. This served as an additional penalty -- public humiliation -- as well as a warning to the other slaves about the consequences of inappropriate behavior. Weeping bitterly as she was escorted from the Mistress' place of correction, Adria gently soothed her burning skin with her fingers. 

Pushed on to the platform, rather than keeping her fingers entwined behind her neck she attempted to allay the pain of her bottom with soothing palms. Her soft little hand was promptly seized by the Mistress' aide and struck sharply with a cane. When Adria shrieked at the sharp agony and instinctively thrust the burning palm beneath her armpit, her other hand received the same treatment. The intensity of the sensation and the fear of repetition made her comply; the passing slaves, carrying trays of food, watched curiously as she stood trembling in correct posture, the tears flowing more than ever.

More than one of the slaves -- female as well as male - looked admiringly at her perfect buttocks, whose tender skin was streaked and reddened by the paddle that had been employed on them. Her nipples, too, were somewhat aflame; her soft little lower lips, sweetly shaped and completely nude, glistened slightly with moisture. Few of her fellow domestics, however, openly gloated over her very public exposure. In the household, bitter chastisement could descend on anyone, sometimes for the most innocuous of offenses; something of which the slaves were well aware.

Earlier in the day, Adria had been sent to work in her Ladyship's rooms, where her dainty ways and appearance created a favorable impression on such guests of the household who chanced to enter. Adria's innocent appearance, however, concealed a fervently passionate, if inexperienced, nature. For some days she had been exchanging admiring looks and supposedly chance brushes with another young slave, a handsome 18 year old boy with smooth skin, dusty blonde hair and liquid brown eyes. 

That morning they had been left alone to work in the "royal suite". Almost immediately the boy had boldly seized her by the hips and made to kiss her exquisite lips; after a momentary hesitation Adria opened her mouth and sucked on his tongue passionately. Groping and caressing each other, their desires became inflamed; they both gasped in pleasure as the other touched their most sensitive -- and hitherto mostly unexplored -- secret places. The boy enthusiastically caressed Adria's vagina and ass and inserted two fingers to manipulate her soft, sweet, rapidly soaking inside; Adria had freed the boy's stiffened cock from his clothing and was tenderly massaging it, fascinated by its life and smoothness. Almost instinctively she fell to her knees and opened her virgin mouth to absorb and caress this wonderful object, filled with life. It was then that disaster struck as the steward entered the room on a chance errand. Stern hands drew them forcefully apart, and the dreaded sentence was pronounced: "Take her to the Mistress. I'll deal with this young idiot myself."

Transported by strong hands briskly along the cool passageways of the compound, Adria had time only to review, stunned and alarmed by the sudden events, what she had heard of the mistress. She had seen other young women stand naked in the dining room, their backs and behinds vividly striped. Her sweet flesh cringed as she imagined the sharp pain of the whip on her tender bottom. The guards quickly stripped her and wrapped cords around her wrists. Her arms were drawn upwards and her nude body was completely exposed. A cloth was placed over her eyes; she stood trembling in anticipation, helpless and utterly vulnerable.

Her senses made more acute by her fear, Adria felt that a young woman had approached her. A musky perfume, mingled with a not unattractive odor of sweat and other secretions, drifted across her consciousness. She felt a delicate touch traverse her slender back and rest on her plump, inviting buttocks, holding her firmly. Then a sudden fiery agony assailed her. Her soft nipple had been gripped by some kind of metal instrument, and sharply squeezed. The metal teeth stabbed her sensitive nerves in a pain she had never before experienced. The pain eased, then was inflicted again, this time accentuated by a clever twist and pull of the implement. As she squealed in pain and surprise, she heard a delighted laugh come from her assailant.

Adria writhed helplessly as her tender nipple was again bitten deeply. She began to plead and beg, which met only with more laughter. Her nipple received yet another vicious bite; then she felt the metal withdrawn. She gasped in relief, only to produce a shriek of surprise and pain as her other nipple was excruciatingly addressed. For a seemingly endless period, her nipples were alternately subjected to these agonizing attentions. Then she felt hands tying her ankles, fastening them to the place she stood so that her legs were parted. Immediately a new agony shot through her; her tormentor had applied the sharp toothed instrument to the tender folds of her pussy, which she probed and tweezered carefully for what seemed a wretched eternity.

At last the pain ceased. Adria was gasping, weeping, and sweating all over her beautiful body. Her blindfold was removed; she saw the smiling face, beautiful but sinister, of one of the dreaded Mistress Akume's Nilotic-featured, Amazon handmaidens. She began to plead with this intimidating figure but her nose was promptly seized in a firm grip, and when her mouth involuntarily opened to take a breath, a leather ball was thrust inside and fastened tightly behind her neck. She could not speak or move; she watched spellbound as the other young woman, gazing with an air of amusement and anticipation into the bound one's frightened eyes, went to a rack of instruments of chastisement, from which she selected a lithe cane.

The cane flicked across Adria's exposed buttocks. A pink welt sprang up as the girl let out a muffled shriek; the cut had burned like fire. Perhaps this was deemed too severe an instrument, because the amazon girl replaced it in the rack with an air of disappointment. She lighted on a flat wooden paddle; grasping this, she whisked it through the air several times. Apparently satisfied, she walked behind the helpless girl and disappeared from her view. Adria felt her touch the paddle to her bottom, which still burned from the single cut of the cane. A sound of rushing air, a sharp impact; and a flaming pain erupted in her buttock as the wooden paddle, skillfully wielded, cracked against her soft flesh.

The paddle struck her repeatedly; several times in the identical spot, producing a crescendo of painful sensation, then on other parts of her unprotected rear. She writhed frantically and screamed through the gag; this slowed not a whit the steady series of impacts on her rapidly reddening buttocks. Each measured impact left the mark of the paddle imprinted on her pale flesh; the glow faded momentarily, only to be replaced by a new mark. Her tormentor exhibited a fiendish talent in piling pain on pain, repeatedly smacking the same tender place; Adria was almost hysterical as the agony increased, without a moment's surcease. 

Her convulsing bottom and squirming hips did not affect her chastiser's aim a whit; the sharp impacts arrived on their chosen target with steady consistency, while the inflicter of pain dispassionately observed the effects of the punishment; albeit with a certain excitement, demonstrated in her erect nipples and quick breathing. Rather than lessening as the punishment took its course, her strokes seemed to increase in their intensity; finally, her victim's tender flesh glowing a roseate hue, she relinquished her instrument of chastisement. Her victim, crying almost silently, slumped in her bonds as the skin of her buttocks flamed brightly.

Her assailant, skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat, stepped to Adria and stroked her flaming posterior affectionately, following it with a sharp pinch that brought a squeal from the helpless girl. Adria's plump nipples, pink from the attentions paid them, were softly squeezed. Fingers gently petted her labia, skillfully locating the slave's clitoris. Despite her sufferings, Adria felt a warm glow pervading her private parts; as the amazon caressed her, she began to breathe fast, and a flood of warm liquid spread through her pussy. 

Another set of fingers caressed her bottom, circling her little pink asshole; this produced a further glow of pleasure, and the bud swelled and opened slightly, inviting penetration. Impaled both fore and aft, she felt the fingers inside her begin to rub the wet membrane separating her anal and vaginal passages. She squirmed in pleasure; the glow on her buttocks seemed to enhance the delicious sensations. The long strong fingers inside her continued their work; her gag was removed and she began to gasp as the stimulating delight took her. 

Full lips were pressed against her soft mouth, and a tongue thrust into her; almost without thinking she began to suck and stroke the intruder with her own tongue, stimulating it with great delicacy, licking it and drinking the saliva that dripped from it. She was given up altogether to her partner, opening herself to the maddening caresses and moving to bring them deeper inside herself. The Amazon began to pant hoarsely, and pressed her pubis against Adria, rubbing against her rhythmically. Their gasps of pleasure accelerated; almost simultaneously they climaxed, Adria slumping sated and surrendered in her bonds.

Adria spent the afternoon naked on the platform, her bottom flaming, cringing in humiliation as her fellow slaves milled around the dining area. She did not dare relax her posture, and did not see her erstwhile partner. She would have liked to feel his warm concern, and hoped he had not suffered too severely. Nevertheless it was certain that he had paid a similar price for his transgression. At last she was bidden to leave her place of prominence, and to obtain her evening meal. Wishing to avoid any attention, she ate quickly and lightly before joining the exit to the slave sleeping quarters. 

A sharp tap on her shoulder intercepted her; once again she was bidden to the Mistress' rooms. Her heart sank; was she intended for more punishment? The skin of her bottom, somewhat calmed, flamed into painful life in anticipation. Reluctantly -- but knowing that any disobedience would be fatal -- she turned down the long, shadowy hallway, her heart beating quickly and fearfully. 



Slaves of the Desert Compound 16



The young slave had spent the day at his tasks in the compound kitchen. It was still less than a week since he had been snatched from his quiet fishing village by a pirate vessel and sold to his new owners; who spoke in a tongue unfamiliar to him, though he was beginning to understand some basic phrases. His world had been turned upside down from the moment he was taken on the beach outside his stepfather's cottage by two heavily armed strangers, and pushed into a rowboat which conveyed him swiftly to the pirate bireme. 

Behind him smoke and flames began to rise from the village. He could not feel a great deal of sorrow; there were few there who had treated him kindly, the poorest of poor relations, orphaned at an early age. Though of late he had noticed an increase in sidelong glances from the villagers; without really grasping why, in his innocence, he nonetheless sensed admiration and desire. Did he but know it, the last year had seen him blossom into a highly attractive young man, willowy in form and blessed with soft skin, a sweet visage, and slender, well formed limbs. The pirate captain – a hard bitten, swarthy rover of middle age – had immediately summoned him to his bed, in a cabin scented with the expensive spices plundered during what had evidently been a profitable season of raiding.

Innocent as well as inexperienced, Metrobius was confused about what was expected of him until the captain, becoming exasperated, gripped the young man's soft ash blond hair firmly and delivered a series of powerful open handed slaps to his soft cheeks. The captain's hands were large and calloused; Metrobius was stunned by the sudden violence. His cheeks burning and head shaken, he at last understood his new role. As the captain lay back in his bunk, Metrobius lowered his head and gingerly addressed his open mouth to the older man's thickening tool. 

Gripping it with his slender fingers, he fondled it steadily so that it stood up, flushed with blood and seeming to throb; when the captain impatiently pushed down his head, he obediently opened his mouth and began, clumsily then with increasing skill, to first kiss, then lick and suck, the stiff flesh. Instinctively he took care not to scrape it with his small white teeth; indeed, despite the captain's weather-beaten, scarred body, his skin of his member was extraordinarily smooth and satiny. This delicate surface, contrasting with its iron stiffness, somehow excited the young man; as he used his lips and tongue to service the erect rod, a glow permeated his own groin and his fingers stole down to grip his own cock.

For the next several nights he served the captain's needs; the older man became more agreeable as Metrobius submitted, indicating with signs the actions that pleased him most. The lad had panicked when the flesh filling his mouth began to swell, then spurt hot fluid; feeling as though he were drowning, he attempted to pull away. But the captain coolly grasped the young man's soft ears and pressed his cock even deeper into his soft oral cavity; Metrobius was obliged to swallow every drop of come, though he realized gratefully that the taste, if not the consistency, had little about it that was unpleasant.

The forced consumption of the older man's essence caused Metrobius some embarrassment; this baptism being such a demonstration of his powerless status, a stripping away of his privacy and defenses; indeed, his self respect. Yet it also brought with it a certain glow; he was obliged to submit to the other's desires, true, but submission and obedience resulted in leniency and even kindness from the older man. Called to the cabin, he experienced a growing pleasure as he stood in the narrow space and stripped; the captain's approving stare caused his heart to beat faster, so that he turned his body to bare both his softly haired, small but perfectly shaped cock and balls as well as his pale, shapely bottom to his captor's eagle gaze, his own eyes kept modestly lowered. 

Now he eagerly engaged in their sex play, spending as much as an hour fellating his master; alternating slow, languorous, deep caresses with titillating flicks of his tongue to the tip of the cock; occasionally taking the captain's ball sac into his mouth and laving it gently. He began to sense when his master wanted to extend the pleasure, and when he was ready to climax; the final eruption of seed was exciting to both of them and his whole body seemed to soften and become boneless as the seed from the flesh filling his throat washed over him. He gladly responded to instructions both spoken and implied; often, having completed his service, he was obliged to commence again, tenderly servicing the cock which had been so rigid but was now softened and slick. It generally was not long before his mouth and slender fingers had restored it to throbbing life. 

Occasionally the captain would stroke and squeeze Metrobius' pale rounded buttocks, creating a warm glow beneath his strong fingers. His stubby forefinger pushed between the curved flesh and pressed gently against the slave's secret opening, causing a flush of consternation at this unexpected intrusion. However, the captain contented himself with massaging the muscular ring that guarded the narrow passage; wetting his finger, he circled the rim with it so that Metrobius squirmed and a warm sensation filled his back area. He felt this tightly sealed doorway begin to relax its vigilance; he pressed his groin into the mattress as the touching became strangely arousing. Clearly the older man also found this exciting; his cock had stiffened and he indicated that the young man should attend to it with his mouth, which resulted in a quick and intense climaxing.

A young woman was among the captives on the ship; the same age as Metrobius, she also was extremely appealing, with similar pale skin, but with dark eyes and black curling hair. Her figure was neat and well proportioned; she spoke a little of the young man's language. Slaves together, it was not difficult for them to share their experiences. The young woman, it transpired, performed similar services with her mouth to others of the ship's officers. Her other orifices, however, were apparently off limits, this, she explained as they sat together in the boat's stern, watching the gulls following in the ship's wake, was to secure the greatly added value of virginity. 

"They can use our mouths as much as they like, and we'll still bring a good price. But my other places " - here she blushed charmingly - " will be for whoever buys me. A pretty girl who is untouched in front and behind will bring a high price. It would be the same for you, no doubt; or has the captain already taken you in your bottom? It's so nicely shaped, he must be very tempted!"

Metrobius, somewhat shocked, allowed that while the captain had explored that area a little, he remained untouched. "But I'm so narrow back there; how would it fit in? Do you think it would hurt a lot?"

The young lady, displaying a considerably greater knowledge of the world, laughed. "I've heard that it does hurt a little the first time, but gets easier. I think it would feel good to have a hard cock inside me. It makes me wet to think about it. I like having them in my mouth, feeling them get more and more excited as I suck them, till they suddenly come. I like to swallow it too. I touch myself while I serve them, and sometimes it's as much fun for me as for them. Do you often play with yourself?"

Metrobius had to acknowledge that he wasn't sure what was involved there. When the captain's cock swelled and throbbed, and the younger man felt his master's climax was impending, it was curiously stimulating and Metrobius eagerly applied himself to the consummation of his oral activities. Yet, extraordinary to relate, the young man had not realized that he could bring himself an equivalent pleasure with his fingers. He admitted as much to his young companion.

"How curious! But I've heard that the mountain villages keep the old customs, and even a handsome boy like you learns little of pleasure before he is allowed to marry."

She leaned her soft body towards him and he was conscious of the pressure of her shapely thigh. She looked up at him strangely; the light was fading and her dark eyes glowed, while a subtle scent emanated from her lush body. Her small fingers crept across his lap and burrowed beneath his tunic. With a shock he felt her hand grip his penis; something he had never experienced.

She began to gently manipulate him as she whispered in his ear. "Does that feel nice? Really, you've never done this before? You have a lovely cock; I wish I could take it inside me." A delightful sensation followed the skilled touch of her slender fingers. She raised her face to his, and he saw her parted lips. She moved towards him and they kissed; her tongue sought out his and sucked on it. 

Her soft yet assertive mouth sought out his sensitive places; at the same time she cupped her unengaged hand beneath his scrotum, gently cupping his testes – which felt fuller and heavier than was the norm - in her smooth palm. She squeezed them very gently and slowly, as she fondled his now-rigid shaft, skillfully controlling the waves of sensation that pulsed through Metrobius' groin and swept him away. Never before had he experienced such wonderful sensations, conveying transports of delight as they overwhelmed him.

"You are a sweet boy. I'm sure the captain is very happy when you come to his bed. Let me show you something; he'll like it when you do it to him." She had extracted his rigid cock from his disordered clothing; her touch was extraordinarily delicate and stimulating. Her head bent, and Metrobius felt a wonderful sensation as she licked his stiff member from head to base. "Does that feel nice? I'm going to show you how you make the captain feel when you kiss him there." She opened her mouth; he was engulfed in a warm wetness, and a succession of delightful shocks flooded his groin as she performed an extraordinary sequence of butterfly- like flicks to his most sensitive areas. 

Her tongue and lips were unbelievably soft; she took him deep into her, so that her lips pressed against the very base of his cock. Frozen in ecstasy, he felt her move her mouth up to the tip; then plunge down again, so that he seemed to be gripped in her throat. She cupped his balls again and squeezed them delicately, then slipped a finger under him to gently caress his anal bud. Blushing, he felt a wonderful sensation, almost painful in its intensity, begin at his secret entrance and moved forward up through his cock. He was hardly able to move; her mouth dominated his being. 

Her sucking and licking increased its tempo; together they began to gasp and cry out as his first orgasm swept through him, carrying all before it, as the girl now massaged him inside his rectum, teasing it to create a parallel sensation of almost equal strength. He writhed beneath her touches, transported on a magic cloud of warmth and sweetness.. Greedily she drank his essence as it poured from him; her hand was busy at her opened legs. A moment later she came with a long squeal; together they slumped back, exhausted for the nonce. 

The girl was first to rouse herself, gazing with approval at her companion's cleanly sculpted, but almost feminine in their refinement, features. "I think I know where we will be sold." Metrobius leaned forward attentively. He had worried about this from time to time, reviewing all he had heard about cruel masters, backbreaking toil, floggings and brandings. "It's a place in the country – practically desert – outside Xiccarph. The mate told me while I was sucking him last night. He says we won't be working in the fields; that we will be bed slaves, for both the masters and the mistresses. He told me they should like to have me! But there are some frightening things too; one of the mistresses – he said she's a tall, red-haired lady, beautiful but everybody fears her – who punishes the slaves. And they like to watch the slaves sometimes, during banquets; they're brought in naked, tied up in the middle of the banquet room, and whipped. The masters and mistresses are pleasured by seeing the slaves punished. Then we must serve the guards, lots of them at a time." 

She colored slightly. "That sounds rather exciting, in a way, being naked and helpless in front of everybody with cocks in my mouth, pussy and behind, all fucking me at the same time, and my behind tingling.. I suppose I would have to hold them in my hands, too! It will be the same for you, though you don't have as many places to put them!" She smiled wickedly. "Though the mate told me he's seen a young man take two cocks at the same time in his bottom."

Metrobius was aghast. "How could he do that? It's so...narrow, there."

"It gets wider with practice. I think you will soon find that out. Somebody will buy you; and then they will use you!"

A week later, the ship had docked in a bustling city, and Metrobius and his shipmate had stood in the slave market under the hot sun, stripped completely naked and surrounded by a mob of foreigners, their wrists tied in a parallel arrangement so that the two pairs of youthful, shapely buttocks were open to the rude probing and occasional caresses of prospective buyers. A dozen times Metrobius had felt a blunt finger pushing between his cheeks and pressing at his anal entrance, forcing a partial entrance into his narrow passage to assess its receptivity. Squirming in discomfort and embarrassment as he was impaled, he attempted to twist away without overtly offending the shopper, lest he anger the slave-master and provoke a series of lashes to his more tender parts. 

His writhings had already earned him a number of stinging stripes to his calves, which burned like fire; the more so since his hands were restrained, rendering him unable to soothe the afflicted parts. His cock and balls were also fondled, cupped and tugged with regularity. His female companion fared even worse; Metrobius observed her out of the corner of his eye as shoppers pushed their fingers into her ass and pussy simultaneously, causing her to rise on tiptoe in a vain attempt to escape these rude penetrations, just as another thrust his fingers into her soft mouth to grip her cringing pink tongue. The soft white globes of her bottom soon showed a pattern of thin red stripes; apparently it was acceptable to display for sale a female slave, though not a male, so bedizened with welts.

Twice he was taken into the shrouded tent at the rear of the slave stand and – after some silver coins changed hands – obliged to kneel, suck and swallow. However, it was not long before the two young slaves - more comely than most of the other wares in the market - were acquired; pushed into a covered wooden cart by their purchasers, a pair of silent, heavily armed desert riders, and conveyed over a day and night through rugged, hill strewn country deep into the distant interior. Arriving at a walled compound that extended across several acres of land, walled in stone and set in a lush landscape, the two had been washed, fed, and thoroughly inspected. 

His new masters spoke a different language; but after a few weeks Metrobius had mastered the basics of the new tongue, and could express himself rather better than an eight year old child. Though strict discipline permeated the compound, his duties were light; he helped the cooks in the kitchen, performed some light physical task. The food was plentiful and good; the slaves bathed daily, slept in dormitories on beds; a more comfortable life than he had known in his fishing village. 

Occasionally he would catch a glimpse of one or other of the rulers of this small kingdom; a tall, well built, hawk-nosed man in his middle age, and various females, in a range of ages, clad in silk. Metrobius had learned from his immediate master, the under-steward, that slaves were forbidden to approach the masters unasked. Being a self-effacing young man, it was easy for him to slip into the household's routine; modest and slightly shy, he was instinctively obedient and ready to serve.

Most of the slaves' days were passed in obligatory silence; even in the slaves' dining room, loud conversation or any form of horseplay was discouraged by the steward, a stern, older man with deep creases in his face and a distracted, serious air. Metrobius observed that the slaves were, without exception, extremely circumspect in their relations with their superiors; there was never any disrespect, either open or covert. 

He had however formed an initial acquaintanceship with Philip, a slave a year or two older, a very attractive young man with the same slender build as Metrobius, with similar ash blond hair and grey eyes. His bed was next to Metrobius'; he was quiet and rather subdued. Once or twice Metrobius had observed that when Philip stripped for sleep, he kept his back to the wall. One night, however, he took fewer pains to preserve his privacy, and Metrobius saw with slightly horrified fascination that the other slave's sweet rounded buttocks bore a quantity of red stripes. The two exchanged glances; next day in the dining hall, Metrobius ventured to address his handsome fellow slave.

"I don't mean to offend you,,,but I could not help noticing your behind. I was whipped too, in the slave market. It hurt. Did you do...something they didn't like? What do they whip you for, here?"

Philip smiled a little at his companion's delicate approach. "I didn't break any rules. My master likes to whip me. Even though I'm always ready to suck him and be fucked by him, he says he likes it much more after he's whipped me till I'm weeping. No matter how much I beg him to stop – though I can't really talk, since he always puts a gag in my mouth; doesn't want to hear me scream - he keeps whipping me until I can't stop crying. Then he fucks me in my behind, or has me suck him, or both. By that time, I'm ready to do anything."

"Does this happen to you a lot?"

"No, not too often. He likes the skin on my bottom to be clear, not striped, when he begins; he says it's exciting to see the red lines appear on my pale skin. When I'm being whipped, I'll do anything to stop it, but he decides when to stop, not me. I'm so grateful then that I'm completely relaxed, and welcome him into my bottom. Then he can go really deep; I'm just completely open to him. When I'm being whipped, I hate it more than anything. But when he's finally done, and slides inside me, all I want to do is please him. And I get really excited, which he likes. He says he didn't know how deep he could be in an ass; when he comes in me, I feel like I'm being swept away on a river. The drink helps."

Metrobius had learned about coming. "But what is the drink?"

"We have to take it when we're called to a bed chamber. We must be as prepared as possible to serve. It's some kind of medicine; it doesn't taste bad. It makes you feel excited and sensitive; your cock starts to stand up all on its own. They like that. It helps a little with the whipping, too; it still stings like mad, it's just easier to...well, accept it as if you deserve it, and you'll have the chance to show you want to obey, you're sorry for anything you've done to offend, when it stops."

The younger slave was appalled, yet fascinated, by these confidences. "Do you think that might happen to me too?" 

Philip looked appraisingly at his youthful companion. He said kindly:" You're a beautiful young man. Why else do you think you were bought and brought here? Most of the lord's retainers have been out in the desert hunting; they'll be back tomorrow night. When they return, that's always an important occasion. Probably you're being saved for that. You'll need to look your best, act your best.. You haven't been fucked yet, have you?"

Metrobius confessed that this was, indeed, the case.




Slaves of the Desert Compound 16



"By the end of tomorrow, you will be. The first time can be a little uncomfortable; try to relax back there. That's part of the reason for the whipping; it lasts a long time, they won't stop no matter how you beg, until they see you have completely submitted. And by then you will welcome their cock inside you. Don't worry too much; your bottom will smart for a day or two, but it won't kill you. And keep in mind what will happen if you fail to please."

"What would that be?" Metrobius queried fearfully.

"Nothing good. I've known disobedient slaves flogged – with a real, heavy whip - branded, and made into field slaves. Or they might sell you to a sailor's brothel; you would have to serve probably dozens of men in a day, and not nobles either; the dregs of the docks. If you ran away, they might cut off your hand or foot. Just show our masters that you are eager to please, and all should go well. We bed slaves are well treated; apart from the whipping, of course. But again, if you learn to submit in your mind and body, the whip can be a pleasure as well as pain."

In another part of the compound, Metrobius' companion from the voyage – her name was Callista – sat near the doorway of the female slaves' dormitory, a look of vague apprehension on her comely face. She wore only a cloak fastened at the neck and draped over her shoulders; beneath it she was completely naked. She too had experienced few difficulties at the compound thus far; she was well fed, had a bed of her own, bathed daily and her fellow slaves helped arrange her hair. There had been only one significant discomfort; she had been stripped and obliged to lie on her back on a table, with her legs apart and her knees bent. Warm wax had then been dripped onto her soft pubic bush and allowed to harden; after a few minutes, the wax was seized and forcefully ripped off, uprooting every pubic hair. 

Callista had cried out in pain; then, as the ache subsided, had looked curiously at her private parts, now completely visible. Her plump labia and soft slit looked quite appealing, she decided. After the evening meal – a healthy although light collation of fruit and a grain dish – she had, unusually, been instructed to bath again. As she stood naked in the tub, two of her fellow slaves had scrubbed her, clipped away all remaining body hair, rubbed her with a fragrant oil from head to toe, not neglecting her anal and vaginal entrances, and, after rouging her lower lips, painted her mouth and eyebrows. A beaker of warm, dark liquid was held to her mouth; she drank, grimacing mildly at the medicinal herb taste. 

Now she sat in anticipation as the evening shadows gathered in the building. The pressure of the chair seat against her buttocks was curiously pleasant; she squirmed slightly and pressed her anus against the hard surface. Her hand crept to her exposed groin; when she brushed her fingers against herself, a thrill permeated the area, while the evening breeze seemed to stimulate her shapely pink nipples into erection. 

A warm glow was filling her body; she relaxed slightly, then was brought suddenly back to the present as two dark forms entered the room and, gripping her wrists firmly, raised her to her feet. Startled, she instinctively resisted the pull; the fingers on her wrists tightened and she realized she was in the grip of much more powerful forces. Her two captors – for she was helpless in their grasp – smiled at her through strong white teeth. They were two of a kind, though one had light hair and the other, dark; both were tanned, supple, with well defined limbs and strong looking hands, but stamped with the cold, hungry look of a beast of prey. 

Each wore only a small cache-sex of tanned leather, held in place by a string running between their splendid buttocks. Their well formed breasts were pierced with several rings, and Callista glimpsed a flash of metal on one girl's pointed pink tongue. Holding the frightened slave between them, they marched her rapidly down the darkened corridor, through several passages where Callista had not previously set foot. The girl's cloak billowed backwards, exposing her naked form; with her wrists tightly held, she could not close it.

They came to a heavy, ornately carved door; passing through it, Callista found herself in a medium sized room with a high arched ceiling, lit by several lamps of ornately pierced metal. The room contained two luxuriously fitted chairs on a dais, as well as several unusual pieces of wooden furniture, whose purpose was not immediately apparent; and a stained mattress on the floor. As the girl's eyes adjusted, she saw that rings and racks were attached to the wall and floor of sandstone blocks; in the shadows of the ceiling dangled ropes with hooks.

Her wrists were released and she stood trembling in the cool air, rubbing to ease the pain of the recent iron grip. Smiling at her as if she were something good to eat, the darker Amazon motioned to the girl to remove her cape. Her fingers fumbling in her haste to obey, Callista unfastened the clasp and laid her cape on one of the chairs. This earned her a sharp prod in her soft belly from the Amazon, which almost took the wind out of her lungs; bending over from the pain, she quickly lifted her garment from the chair and folded it into a corner. She stood naked before them, eyes downcast and shivering softly under their fierce inspection. 

The pair paced around her, and she felt a fearful anticipation. The Amazons reached a mute decision; each seized one of her wrists again, circling it a number of times with a thin cord. The wrapped wrists were secured together; then, while one of her captors reached up to pull a hook down from the rceiling, the other deftly tied her bound wrists to the metal. While one young leopardess hauled on the rope to raise Callista's arms to full extension over her head, the other bent to fasten each slender ankle to a ring set in the floor. Callista stood completely helpless and exposed; her legs were held apart, so that her pussy was slightly open.

Her large, beautiful eyes looked fearfully around the menacing room and the two young women, who now smiled in sinister anticipation. Callista's eyes were covered by a thick cloth; while one Amazon pinched her nostrils closed so that she instinctively opened her mouth to breathe, the other thrust a leather ball gag into the soft orifice and tied it securely behind her head. Unable to see or speak, she turned her head frantically in an attempt to deduce her companions' intentions; she knew only that they would not be kindly and considerate.

She smelled the perspiration and scent of one of the Amazons as she drew closer to the bound, spread-eagled young slave.

Suddenly an agonizing pain pierced her bosom. Those strong white teeth had bitten her nipple hard. She began a scream through the gag; it was cut short as another sharp bite was delivered to her other bosom. Sobbing and gasping, she heard the soft, trilling laughter of her assailants through her suffering. Another bite and another; she felt her nipples must have come close to being severed, and she threw herself from side to side in a frenzy of pain and fear, crying hysterically through the gag. The agony subsiding, she determined that the wounds must not be permanent; but far from assuaging her raging emotions, she only felt a growing apprehension about what might follow.

Her tormentors' next actions were, however, not as unpleasant. One hand began to caress her pussy, drawing a finger between the labia and fonding her clitoris; the circling motion sent a warm sensation through her body and her pussy began to glisten. Then she cringed as another finger prodded her rear entrance, pushed inside the passage a fraction, and commenced a circling motion which caused the small ring of muscle to swell, lubricate, and open slightly. A delightful sensation began to flood her lower body; her nipples stood erect despite their recent harsh treatment. Moaning softly through the gag, she began to move her hips in concert with the firm caresses from either side and to push back against the thrilling touches. Doubtless the medicinal drink she had ingested was taking effect, enhancing her sensitivity; her skin prickled in eager desire for her captors' caresses.

But the teasing hands fell away and the two Amazons stepped away to confer in lowered tones; she was left yearning for the resumption of their touch, but instead felt only the cool evening breeze on her naked body. Her vagina and anus felt wet; she worried that they might somehow drip their lubrications, but could not reach to wipe them.

These small concerns were interrupted by a new sensation as a long thin object was pressed against her buttocks. She felt a prod at her soft thighs; what might this involve? She was left in no doubt as a swish and crack announced the blow of a thin switch against her unsuspecting flesh. One buttock flared in heat; the other side received a similar address. She flailed her body in an attempt to avoid more strokes; but her limbs were securely fastened and she could do little more than writhe her hips, drawing her breath in sharply as one cutting pain followed on another. 

The swishing sounds continued, each ending in a piercing impact; evidently the Amazons, standing behind her and gleefully encouraging each other, were alternating their strokes across her vulnerable, crimson-striped, wildly shaking buttocks. So limited was her range of movement that they had little trouble directing their attentions to the points desired; Callista began a muffled howl, which escalated to a scream as the agonizing blows criss-crossed each other, landed twice or three times in a row on the same welt, or creased an exceptionally tender part of her exposed, defenseless bottom. 

The unhappy slave almost inhaled her gag when one particularly vicious swipe bit into the soft divide between her buttocks and her thighs. This caused a halt in the punishment; again the two stepped away to confer, while their victim's cries gradually quieted to a muffled sobbing, her face all beslobbered with bitter tears.

The Amazons' conference did not mean, however, an end to their attentions. Instead they now turned their switches to Callista's inner thighs, which felt the agonizing touch of the supple canes. She had not believed anything could be more painful than the repeated scourging of her buttocks; but was quickly disabused of this notion. 

Her parted legs allowed the two to access every inch of her softest skin with their tools; the slave was quickly uttering a series of piercing, though muffled, howls as the torment escalated. She had not imagined the extreme suffering that this fiendish ingenuity created; despite her bonds her body was thrown violently in every direction, though the Amazons had little difficulty in maintaining their accuracy of aim. The slave imagined her bottom and thighs to be pouring blood; yet the pain continued, accompanied by the low gurgling laughter of her tormentors.

At last came another blessed pause; Callista slumped in her bonds, sobbing quietly. She felt a hard object at her back entrance, then a thrust and a sudden sharp pain, causing her to scream; the handle of a switch had been thrust a few inches into her anus, and left there piercing her. She shook her bottom violently to dislodge it; it finally fell to the ground. It was picked it up and pressed it against Callista's mouth, from which the gag had been removed; reluctantly, but fearing the consequences of refusal, she admitted the wet, sticky, pungent smelling handle, where it was moved back and forth until thoroughly washed by her saliva.

Her blindfold was now removed, and she hung slackly from the ropes confining her wrists, struggling to retrieve her breath and master the racking sobs that shook her. Her buttocks and thighs burned and smarted; she wished more than anything that she could soothe the burning with her soft palms. She gathered the strength to raise up her sweat soaked, tear stained face; and was dimly surprised to that one of the thrones on the dais was now occupied by a tall, statuesque figure, richly dressed with flowing auburn hair, who was observing the activities attentively. This must be the fearsome Mistress, of whom she had heard whispered tales. A nod directed the Amazons to release the slave; she was half walked, half carried to the mattress and laid down on her back, crying out as her tormented flesh touched the rough cloth surface.

Her tormentors regarded here for a moment; then the blonde fiend stepped over her limp body and, stripping off her thong, carefully lowered herself to squat over the girl's face. Her wet pussy was pressed against Callista's mouth; when the slave continued to lay slackly, the Amazon reached back and pinched her nipple hard between sharp fingernails, simultaneously commencing to rub her opened lower lips against the slave. 

When Callista began obediently to lick her lubricating, fleshy opening, the grip on her nipple relaxed; the increasingly wet, spread vagina began to slowly and lasciviously move across the whimpering girl's face, grunting and shuddering with satisfaction as the girl's lips and tongue serviced the most intimate parts. Lifting herself slightly, the blonde positioned her anus over her victim's now-soaked face; after another nipple tweak, the slave began to lick the slippery bud that was presented to her, lapping at it and slipping her tongue inside the pink passage. 

Her partner spasmed once more, and again repositioned herself. Thrusting her fingers inside Callista's soft wet mouth, she gripped the girl's cheeks inside and out and forced her mouth wide open, then released a forceful gush of urine from her soaking cunt into the slave's helpless orifice. Her partner had come to her side and held Callista's nostrils together; gasping for air, the girl was forced to swallow a good deal of the acrid yellow liquid. Choking, shaking her head and trying to spit, her face and hair soaked by the bodily fluids of her partner, she was pressed back to the mattress as the darker Amazon moved into position to take her turn to be serviced.



Slaves of the Desert Compound 17



Callista's back, buttocks and thighs smarted painfully, she was stretched on her back as each Amazon took a turn urinating copiously into her mouth, while the other held the unfortunate slave's nostrils closed. Coughing and spitting, she was nonetheless obliged to swallow a good deal of the hot gush of liquid. The second Amazon, having voided, commenced to rub her slippery pussy against Callista's face; the slave submitted and began to lick and suck the pink, wet flesh pressed against her trembling mouth. Her mistress rode her like a pony, sliding the entire length of her face to settle back over the girl's busy mouth.

Obediently servicing her rider, Callista felt a warm glow suffuse her lower body. The other Amazon had slipped first a wet finger into the girl's narrow asshole, and then another into her vagina. Lowering her face to Callista's flower, she nipped and licked the shy pink clitoris, simultaneously massaging the thin membrane between the two secret passages. Callista writhed now in pleasure; the wet flesh pressed against her lips excited her greatly, and she redoubled her oral attentions, licking from back to front and endeavoring to slide her tongue deep inside her rider. A delightful warm glow permeated her; the attention to her pussy and ass was almost too much to bear; with a shattering scream she came more intensely than ever before, just as the darker of the two she-demons ground her pussy against the girl's panting lips, and herself convulsed in ecstasy. The three lay in a tangle of wet limbs; before the blonde and dark Amazons switched places, and began a long slow dance of wet, grinding, demanding pleasure.

Callista lay face down, exhausted, on the now damp mattress. Her mouth hurt from her repeated efforts to thrust her tongue deeply into the asses of her partners, and her frantic licking and sucking of their clitorises; her anal entrance throbbed from the insertion of one, two, and even three fingers. Nevertheless, her lower regions glowed with pleasure, which was somehow enhanced by the smarting of her buttocks and thighs, while her nipples, though tender from the bites of her lovers, hummed with an erotic sensitivity. She had lost count of the number of orgasms she had given and received; she felt languorous, boneless, utterly relaxed. Her pretty face shone with the excretions of her partners; the room smelled of musk, urine, sweat, and intense sexual activity. The Amazons stood a liitle distance away, conversing in low tones.

Callista was floating off into sleep, when a violent blow on her back and shoulders almost knocked the wind out of her. Half stunned, she realized that one of the Amazons had descended onto her upper back with all her weight. The woman's thighs gripped the slave's head tightly, and forced her face into the mattress; leaning forward, the former's strong hands gripped her wrists tightly, holding her immobile and pinned to the bed. Callista half heard a whistling sound and immediately following, felt an agonizing pain shooting through her tender bottom. The other Amazon, wielding a cane, had slashed it across her buttocks at full extension. Callista screamed in agony; the Amazon on her back pushed her pubis against the back of the girl's neck and muffled her cries in the mattress. The other Amazon extended a foot to prevent the slave's legs moving to protect her buttocks - their soft white globes now bearing a bright red stripe - and aimed a succession of very hard blows across the delicate target, each causing a vivid welt to spring up. Callista let out a series of muffled screams, begged, wept without effect; writhed helplessly as again and again the cane bit into her soft flesh. Finally it was done; tears poured down her cheeks as her tormentors hauled her to her feet, and dragged the sobbing, fainting girl along the hallway and back to the slaves' dormitory, her hands reaching behind her in an attempt to soothe her small, round, striped, burning bottom.

A few days passed. Callista's bottom lost some of its decorations; she was no longer obliged to lower herself very slowly and carefully into a sitting position. Her fellow slaves, and the steward's men, acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened; although they must surely have seen the naked, soaked girl, weeping hysterically, brought back to the dormitory and deposited, fairly gently, on the bed. Meanwhile a bustle of activity filled the compound; the master and his retinue were returning from an extended hunting trip. The steward and his underlings perused every corner; the slaves - who anyway bathed daily - were inspected carefully after their ablutions. Callista, standing naked before the steward, found herself being looked over especially carefully; her fading weals were examined, her vagina and anus probed (the results evidently satisfactory), and the soft hair growing on her underarms, pubis and between her buttocks shaved clean. Two of the older woman slaves plucked her eyebrows and manicured her delicate hands and feet; this considerable attention implied that something special was being planned, especially since she was the only one of the slaves to receive this thorough a preparation. 

That evening she was carefully bathed by the older slaves. Washed with perfumed soap, she was then rubbed with a scented oil which made her already soft skin even more delicate. Her lips were painted carmine and henna applied to her hair and fingernails, and she was given a substantial draught of the aphrodisiacal drink she had experienced previously. Shortly after her arrival in the compound her nipples had been pierced and now bore thin golden rings, as did her ears and nostril. Glowing from the attention and the expensive unguents, she was first obliged to lay back on a bed, while a lubricant was applied to her still virgin vagina, followed by a rouging of her plump, pretty labia. Then she was stood up and bent double; a similar grease was rubbed carefully around the entrance to her rectum, with special attention to the raised ring of muscle that guarded her, then massaged deep inside. She squirmed as the intruding fingers spread the paste into her innermost depths; a tingling glow suffused her insides. Standing upright once more, her hands were drawn behind her back and her wrists securely tied, while a leather collar with a metal ring was fastened around her neck.

The drink provided a pleasant glow of detachment; the air felt cool on her skin, while the expensive scents with which she had been anointed created an exotic, erotic state of mind. Her large, beautiful eyes glanced around her, albeit with a certain apprehension; the evening shadows had fallen and the compound was beautifully lit by its large pierced metal lamps. An aura of incense filled the corridors. Her body felt extraordinarily sensitive; her flesh shivered as she recollected the savage bite of the canes and switches on her soft bottom, while her secret entrances throbbed at the memory of the strong, clever fingers that had penetrated and manipulated there. Yet when, sobbing and pleading, she had submitted, they had created an extraordinary ecstasy and a series of mind-shattering explosions. The memory of the wet, slippery pussies and asses that had pressed against her mouth, sliding back and forth across her face till she was dripping with their lubricants, brought her to a tingling state of anticipation. 

Her nipples hardened and feelings stirred below. No matter how she had begged and pleaded for the burning cuts on her pale flesh to cease, if only for a moment, her captors had paused only when they wished. Yet the joy that followed the pain had been at least as intense; henceforth she must submit, obey, endure, until the pain and pleasure merged. At this her body lost some of its tenseness; her shoulders relaxed as she resolved to at least attempt to accept willingly all that was inflicted on her. She was, after all, a slave; a vessel for her masters' and mistresses' pleasure. Her role was, simply, to please them. She would continue to scream for mercy and writhe as the burning cuts crossed her buttocks and thighs; after all, this no doubt acted as a spice for her owners' enjoyment. She would, however, be able to support the pain with the promise of the delightful releases to follow. No doubt she had been prepared so carefully tonight for special attentions; her pussy and ass had been, after all, thus far pierced only by fingers. It was reasonable to expect that this evening would bring far more extensive probing and entering of her secret places. 

Night had fallen; the desert around was shrouded in darkness. The door to the slave quarters opened, and in strode the two Amazons, clad as before in tanned leather cache-sexes only, a string dividing their magnificent buttocks. Callista stood obediently, naked, her eyes cast down as the two examined her keenly. One tweaked her nipple sharply, causing it to stiffen; the other ran a finger down her bottom's divide to test the lubrication of her entrance. Evidently satisfied, the ring in her collar was grasped and she was drawn rapidly along, the bare feet of the three padding silently along the stone-flagged corridors. They paused at a tall, brass-bound door; it was flung open, and the three passed into a large, dimly lit room, with reclining couches set around the centre, where rose a padded dais. 

A murmur of conversation filled the space, but slackened as the girl was brought in and placed at the centre. Callista was aware of many glances cast at her sweet nude form; she blushed shyly as the Amazons turned her in a circle, exposing every curve to the watchers. The girl's small but lovely breasts, her delicate navel, soft round buttocks, sweet naked labia that glistened, and perfect legs were accentuated by her soft dark curls and pouting lips. She made a pretty picture; beautiful, and defenseless.  

Callista peeked at the audience through long lashes, not daring to stare. A score or so men and women lay on couches, drinking from goblets and selecting from bowls of fruits and sweetmeats. The men, long of limb and strongly built, bore the dark eyes, high cheekbones, and aquiline noses of the desert tribes; their women were also tall and strongly built, though well proportioned, with proud carriages. All eyes were on her as one Amazon pressed a thin switch - happily, not a cane - against the girl's soft stomach. She was moved into position leaning forward onto the dais, where her head and shoulders rested; she was obliged to protrude her buttocks, with her legs placed apart. The Amazon took a couple of practice swings; the audience leaned forward to observe better. A swish through the air, a crack of switch on soft flesh; and Callista gasped as the familiar pain cut through her flesh.

Several more strokes followed; but while they were certainly painful, they evoked gasps rather than screams. Only the last - which landed precisely where the previous blow had landed - evoked a squeal from the slave, while her bound hands struggled in vain to reach and soothe the offended part. The short duration, and relatively mild intensity of this chastisement indicated that it was intended more as a warm up; Callista's buttocks glowed prettily from the attention. She was pulled back upright; and saw three of the younger male slaves gathered around her, naked as she was, All were of a similar build, strong yet shapely, with high cheekbones and narrow eyes; dark haired with smooth, almost hairless skin, narrow buttocks, their slim, well-formed phalluses standing erect.

The Amazons gripped her upper arms as one of the male slaves climbed onto the dais and lay on his back, his cock presenting a vertical shape. Her head was pressed downwards ; she opened her mouth obediently and began to suck him, inhibited though she was by her bound hands. The smooth stiffness excited her; he moaned appreciatively as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, gagging but aroused by the clear liquid that exuded from the tip. She sensed that all conversation in the room had ceased; all eyes were on her, and indeed, the pale slave's bobbing head made a pretty sight. Suddenly she was lifted onto the dais, her knees on either side of the excited slave. Unsupported by her arms, she fell forward onto his chest, though her bottom was raised in the air. 

The Amazon positioned her so that the parted lips of her pussy rested on the rigid shaft below her; Callista's vagina and clitoris were skillfully caressed, so that she opened and allowed the head of the cock into her entrance. She squirmed with pleasure at the touch of the hard flesh; as a gush of moisture descended, she wiggled her bottom to enjoy the sensation more. Her moans joined those of the male; spasms of pleasure throbbed through her. Inevitably, the rigid cock slipped further inside her, causing her to arch her back and squeeze shut her eyes with pleasure. Soaking wet inside, she slid down him. A stab of pain, a cry, and the difficulty was past, her lips pressed against his chest, as she gave herself ecstatically to the gloriously filling, teasing, alive flesh that now possessed her.

Yet the slave remained motionless, though completely hard; Callista began to experiment with a variety of squirming movements in different directions, all of which provided a rush of pure pleasure. She felt completely opened, owned, ecstatic. Her nakedness, her impalement added to her pleasure; the stare of the many eyes on her bare flesh was extremely stimulating. Her lower lips pressed hard against the slave's flat groin; she pressed her bottom against him and rubbed her anus, now wet with her pussy's liquids, against him, uttering a series of high-pitched gasps. Her sexual scent, mixed with the aura of her ass, swirled around her; she felt drugged, other worldly. She felt an overpoweringly pleasurable sensation building; but she was not left alone to enjoy it. 

A sharp slap brought her attention back to her duties. The second slave was positioned behind her, his erection swollen at right angles to his handsome torso.. The Amazon gripped his cock and parting the girl's buttocks, steered it towards the pink bud of her anus, which glistened wetly and seemed to open slightly like a flower. Placing two fingers into the narrower entrance, she manipulated it as the girl gasped, enjoying the slippery wetness of the tighter passage. Upon their removal, Callista's anus gaped invitingly; the slave' s cock was guided into the inviting opening, and with a small push - Callista crying out in surprise and pain - the head of the cock was inside her. 

She wiggled to expel it, but her movement was limited by the cock deep in her pussy. The second slave pressed forward gently but steadily; several inches of his rod passed into her ass as she flinched and cried out. Her anus tightly gripped his flesh; he considerately paused to allow the girl's bottom to adjust to the intrusion. Relaxing, her resistance slackened; a moment more, and she was frozen, mouth in a soundless scream, impaled both front and back as deeply as could be.

Yet the tableau was not yet complete. The third slave, as erect as the others, stood at her head. Her hair was gripped and the third shaft presented to her trembling mouth. A sharp tug on her hair suggested she obey; opening her lips, she swallowed his slick cock. Then, at a signal, all three slaves began to fuck her. Callista was a soft bundle of unresisting flesh; her ass, pussy and mouth were wet, slippery passages that sought only to service her possessors. Sweat poured down her face; she made a steady stream of muffled gasps that excited the slaves and caused them to press ever deeper into her soft places. The audience were rapt in their attention; the girl was oblivious to everything except the controlling, probing, merciless in and out on all sides. She quietly gasped, grunted and occasionally squealed as she was impaled especially deeply; the cock in her mouth inhibited her sounds, rendering them all the more exciting to the watchers. 

Her bound fingers fluttered helplessly as the slave behind her began to fuck her ass relentlessly; she whined and squirmed as his cock went in and out of her, releasing the aromas of her anus and streaking his cock with an oily residue. Squelching, squishing noises emanated from her passages; the slaves accelerated their movement, and the girl's body became ever more yielding and boneless, arching in responses. With an intense groan, one after another of the males voided in her; Callista squealed one more time and collapsed onto the chest of the first slave, streaming sweat and gasping for breath. Several members of the audience gave a deep sigh.