0 comments/ 18817 views/ 2 favorites Sari the Slave Girl Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: The following short story is fictional. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred. Chapter One: The Return of Sari to her Owner A rogue planet neared our solar system. The planet was large, as compared to the earth, but alien in that it was really a solid ball within a shell. The thick outer shell prevented harmful cosmic rays and held in heat from the interstellar void whereas the inner sphere was constructed to provide a controlled climate. The fabricators of this world had long since been extinct; the planet itself still sought to populate its inner sphere with sentient beings. Nearly invisible in both the visible light spectra and radio radiations regions, it was able to remain unnoticed at the periphery of the solar system. The probe from the rogue planet approached earth and collected data. With a few climatic adjustments, the planet could terra-form the inner sphere into an earth-like landscape. Since the inner sphere had a much smaller radius than the thick outer shell, its gravitational attraction was much less. The probe analyzed the various civilizations and scenarios of earth and decided to create a world based on many of the ideas of John Norman's books on Gor. Gorean lifestylers and those wishing the Gorean lifestyle were contacted and transported to "New Gor," as it was called. Among those transported to New Gor were Crassius and his slave girl Sari. A Gorean slave girl is known as a "Kajira" and several Kajira are known as "Kajirae." Sari and Crassius had not been long in New Gor before Sari escaped and ran away. She was apprehended and returned to Crassius. She was now his property again. Sari is wearing a steel collar. Crassius leads Sari on a leash, her hands tied behind her back to his apartment. The "apartment" is really a room in a large cylinder, a room with a small window and only one heavy wooden door. Crassius intends to keep his returned slave girl in this tower room whenever she is not bound and on a leash. They arrive home and Crassius feeds Sari and puts her in a cage for the night. Then he sleeps soundly in a pile of animal furs, knowing that she will not escape or slit his throat in the night. The morning comes and Crassius is horny. He unlocks Sari's cage and bids her exit. She does, shaking her legs out. Crassius commands Sari to disrobe completely. She unfastens the knot in her Camisk and lets it puddle about her ankles. Although she is twenty-four years old, her waifish, sylph-like physique makes her look younger. Crassius lets his elevator eyes scan her from top to bottom. He marvels at her statuesque beauty, her sculptured shoulders, her perfectly proportioned mammary, and her hour-glass waist. Crassius commands Sari to turn. He strains to focus his myopic, astigmatic, presbyopic hazel eyes on her carved ivory derriere. Surely Pygmalion, King of Syracuse, would cast aside his Junoesque Galatea for such a masterpiece. He reaches out and feels her flawless, blemish-free skin. Then he commands: "Doggie Sari!" Sari kneels, then she transitions to all fours. She salaciously wags and wiggles her glorious hemispheres, inviting her Master to penetrate her Holy of Holies. Crassius mounts the Kajira and drives his massive member, replete with throbbing irregular veins, deep into her undulating, warm, wet pussy. His foul-smelling penis pushes, striking the terminus of her vagina and causing her to squirm, wiggle, and jiggle lasciviously. He pumps viciously, pulling back just enough to rub her Grafenberg spot. She twists and writhes as her G-spot is rudely massaged. Crassius's hands are not idle. He starts at the base of each teat and works upwards. Probing, prodding, poking, pulling, and pinching, he feels the infrastructure of Sari's small, firm breasts. Crassius's fingertips feel arteries and veins, adipose and mesentery, milk ducts and milk sacs, muscle and sinew. She tightens her stomach as the rough, masculine hands work to feel her up. At last reaching her areolas, Crassius feels them pucker and firm and her nipples become erect. Pinching Sari's nipples between thumbs and forefingers, Crassius gently arouses the girl. Sari looks back and whispers: "harder, Master." Crassius is momentarily confused. Perhaps the girl wishes some pain with her pleasure? Some girls are that way. Perhaps she feels that with sore, bruised breasts she could atone for running away? He grants her request and pinches her areolas while giving her the infamous high school titty twister. Sari moans as sweat drips from her hairy armpits. While avoiding capture she let her underarm hair grow wildly. "Cum, girl, cum," he orders. She rocks back and forth on his strong shaft. She is very tight from lack of male penetration. Now returned to slavery she is certain to experience frequent furring. She rests on one hand and rubs her comely clitoris with the other. The small of her back and the nape of her neck are damp with the perspiration of arousal. As she cums her oils of submission drip from her vulva. Some fall gracefully to the floor while others streak down creamy, soft inner thighs. She sighs, wondering when her Master will climax. "I've held my semen for the last," Crassius exclaims. "Now from your Holy of Holies my strong shaft will enter your Glory of Glories." With that he pulls his penis from her love canal and presses his dickhead against her asshole to penetrate her taboo treasure trove. Her rosette is tight, tiny, taut! "Oh Master," she begs, "You are too large. You will injure me!" Crassius continues to push his penis, lubricated with her honey nectar, into her hole of dark, depraved desires. "Breathe deeply girl!" He commands. "Breathe deeply; hold your breath as long as you can, then exhale completely." Sari obeys drawing a deep breath and exhaling. She expected a sudden shove, but he only commanded her: "again!" When she exhaled the second time, Crassius shoved his dickhead into her anus, spreading the flower petals of her pink rosette. She moaned and jerked as he began the penetration. Again and again she would inhale and exhale. Crassius urges her to relax. "Relax girl," he utters, "relax and allow entry, permit penetration." Sari is tight and scared. She struggles to relax with minimal success. At last Crassius is into her rectum. He rocks back and forth as she whimpers and groans. "Will a girl be sore tomorrow?" He inquires. "Yes, Master," Sari answers. She feels her anal sphincters painfully tighten and her ass cheeks clench. She tries to relax her buttocks. The struggle with her inner self has the effect of maintaining an ever-increasing erection in Crassius. His already large member has become a huge, hard rod. She feels her anus being pulled and pushed back and forth. "Cum girl!" he orders. "Again?" Sari asks. She can't believe the request. "Must an order be repeated?" Crassius exclaims. Sari shudders with the implication of the statement. Then he reaches a hand down an rubs her clit while another hand pets her engorged, tumescent vulva, swollen with sanguine arousal and wet from her previous orgasm. She aids him, placing her free hand atop his and massaging herself vigorously. The force of her arousal overcomes the pain of penetration and Sari comes. She feels her vaginal fluids spurting and dripping. Crassius slaps her ass hard as he pulls out. Sari jerks at the suddenness. Crassius ejaculates in her face and hair. Then he presents his penis for her to clean with her lips and tongue. She knows that she must also swallow. "May a girl clean herself?" Sari asks. "Later!" Crassius retorts. "I want to display you in public, cum covered and smelly to disgust the Free Women and to humiliate and embarrass you in public." For the first time salty tears stream over hot pink cheeks as she replies: "As you wish, Master." The pinching, twisting of her teats, the penetration of her rectum, and the slapping of her buttocks had not brought tears, but the very thought of public display did. Crassius orders Sari into a binding position. He quickly attaches a leash to her collar. He then binds her hands behind her neck so that her hairy armpits, wet and smelly, cam be displayed. Across her hypogastric triangle he smears lubricant and rubs some of the lubricating oil on her back. She is a mess, covered with sweat, vaginal fluid, semen, and lubricant. Crassius leads Sari into the public mall for display. As they walk Sari whispers to her Master: "Master, how will a girl be punished for running away?" She remembers the torment she endured the last time she ran away and was returned. Crassius is silent. They approach the public stocks where girls are being punished. Sari blanches as she sees girls positioned in uncomfortable stocks. Some have been whipped. Further along they come to some Gorean pleasure racks. There once free women are positioned for sexual use. One clearly was virginal, the evidence of her dilated hymen was clear. They glare at Sari, wishing they could again switch or whip her but realizing their own plight. A little further along the two approach the public library, known as the "Scribery." There they encounter Faustus the Initiate. Initiates are celibate cenobites. He has just exited the building and has a book in his hand. "Tal Sir Faustus," Crassius greets. "Tal Sir Crassius and greetings girl," Faustus replies. "I hope your day is going well. From the looks of your girl Sari, I presume it has been." He smiles with a wide grin. The entire community is aware of the runaway girl and her master. "Indeed Holy Man," Crassius responds. Sari is silent, waiting to see if her maser will permit her to greet. Knowing that Faustus is garnering Third Knowledge from the inner workings of the rogue planet he inquires: "And what gems or pearls of wisdom has the holy man come up with today?" "The latest from earth is that they have come to the realization that certain physical constants are indeed mathematical in nature," Faustus relates. "Furthermore, they grudgingly had to give credit where credit is due. Now there are two named constructs added to the literature." "And that might be?" Crassius inquires. "Every scholar knows the 'Knight of Literature' and the 'Public Enemy of All Mankind,'" Faustus relates. "Well, it is truly unfortunate that one never achieves justice or recognition until they are long dead and buried, or dead and cremated. Do you recall your high school physics?" "Ah," Crassius blushed, "I try to forget it." He nudges Sari with his foot. "And you girl?" "A girl remembers, Master," she answers. "Well there are the two named constants: 'The Sharon Stone Approximation (4pi(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi))' and 'The Sharon Stone constant (e^(pi^2/2)).' These are the numbers that unlocked our modern infinite energy source. This is the penultimate decomposition of the proton!" Faustus explains. Sari smiles. She is glad to be included in the conversation and being elevated from her disgraceful posture as a cum-covered slut. Sari the Slave Girl Ch. 02 Disclaimer: The following short story is fictional. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred. Chapter Two: Sari's Punishment Crassius and Sari eventually returned to the tower room. Crassius allows Sari to clean herself and feeds her. After her necessities are taken care of, Crassius locks Sari in a cage for the night. He would prefer a girl to cook and serve him; however, he does not want her to run away again. While discipline is necessary, it needs to be timely and sufficient. Crassius has no desire to scar or disfigure his girl, but something severe needs to be done. As he reclines to think things over Sari speaks: "Master, please don't kill a girl." Crassius makes no reply. Of course that is an option, but it is better to sell her at auction and pocket some coins. One idea that crosses Crassius's mind is to put Sari in a tight chastity belt when she isn't caged. Then she will be forced to endure both the embarrassment and discomfort. Whipping is good, but it is often private. A public whipping at the stocks might be a good idea as well. Crassius worries about ruining Sari's flawless, blemish-free complexion. She is, after all, a willowy woman. And her very sensitivity is an asset. In the past, Crassius would punish Sari's perineum. Bruised and sore, it was removed from common site. This was true even when she was being shown off naked and on a leash. An observer would not notice the region between her thighs, in her stride. But both sex and defecation were painful for her, and Crassius was pleased with that. A chastity belt with a knob to torment her perineum was also a thought. Crassius sleeps in a fantasy of various punishments to inflict on a runaway slave girl. The dawn breaks and Crassius is very horny. He unlocks the cage and commands Sari into a doggie stance. He unbuttons his handsome codpiece and pulls forth his erect penis. He is anxious to mount his Kajira and shove his foul-smelling penis into her luscious love canal. He muses for a moment then whispers: "Your Holy of Holies is about to acquire a new member." Sari winces, his massive member is somehow much larger today than yesterday, or it seems to be anyway. Crassius drives his shaft in and lets his dickhead kiss the terminus of her pussy. He enjoys feeling Sari squirm as his long dong distends her vagina. She scratches the stone floor with her fingernails. Sari cannot control the undulation of her pubococcygeal muscles or the secretion of her vaginal fluid. She moans and groans as Crassius pulls his penis back and bounces her womb with her cervix. His dickhead rubs her G-spot and then drives harder, faster, deeper into her cunt. As she feels her climax near she howls like a dog; in particular, she howls like a bitch in heat. He commands her to cum; she is happy to obey. Her sweet honey nectar drips from engorged, tumescent pussy lips. Her vulva is dark with the congested venous blood of arousal. Pooling beneath her body are her oils of submission and a greasy mucus plug from her cervix. She wishes now that her master would also cum as the intercourse is exhausting. "I have saved my semen for your Glory of Glories, Sari," Crassius exclaims. "Master, a girl is too sore from yesterday," she pleads. Sari tightens her anal sphincters and clenches her buttocks tight. Crassius cannot push his penis through to her comely brown star. "Relax girl," Crassius commands. "Part your glorious hemispheres and let your anal nebula nictitate, wink with dark depraved desire and crass carnal craving." Sari is unable to relax. She begs: "You will injure a girl today. She is swollen and bruised." "Did my girl have a bowel movement this morning?" Crassius inquires. "No, Master," Sari answers as she lowers her head in shame. Crassius goes over to a box and retrieves a vial of liquid. Sari is still on all fours, not having been released from her doggie posture. "Stand up girl and drink this," Crassius commands. Sari stands up, takes the vial, and begins to drink. The thick brown fluid tastes horrid. Sari knows better than to refuse or complain. Crassius then points her to the hearth where some slave gruel is warming. "Eat and drink, girl." "Yes, Master," Sari replies, she is glad to be watered and fed. The apartment is one floor, the third floor to be exact, of a residential cylinder. There is an interior spiral stairwell accessed by a heavy wooden door. The apartment has a hearth and chimney, a single small window, and a foot-diameter hole in the floor which serves as a drain, sewer, and rubbish disposal chute. The floor slightly inclines to the drain. In the center of the cell is a steel floor ring; a ring to which a slave girl could be tethered on a chain as a life-long "tower slave." After Sari finishes eating, she asks her master if she can relieve herself. Crassius smiles and commands Sari to belly dance. The medicine she took from the vial is working and she is having difficulties. "Please Master," she begs, "may a girl be permitted to relieve herself?" "Go girl," Crassius orders. "Keep eye contact and defecate without urinating." Sari rushes to the drain hole and empties her bowels. Sari looks up helplessly with her pleading brown eyes. She tries to keep eye contact but glances down to see some urine starting to flow. Crassius is still stiff and erect. He cums while watching the struggling girl. Hot white seminal fluid spurts in a high arc, splattering in Sari's face and hair. Try as she will, she cannot stem the yellow tide. Crassius grins and speaks: "A girl has disobeyed me!" "Have mercy, Master," Sari pleads. "Your girl could not help herself." Crassius has his girl clean him; then he has her tend to her own ablutions. She has a struggle getting the viscous, sticky white semen out of her chestnut colored hair. "How should I punish you?" Crassius asks Sari. "Perhaps a girl could be chained to the floor ring?" Such girls are never permitted to leave the room and are known as "Tower Slaves." The conversation is abruptly truncated by a knock at the door. It is the Initiate Faustus. Crassius gets Sari locked back in her cage then opens the door. One can never be too careful with a girl who runs away. "Tal Sir Crassius," Faustus says. "Tal Brother Faustus," Crassius replies, in the traditional Gorean greeting. "What brings you to this part of town?" "I was searching the archives of the long-forgotten people who built this planet," Faustus begins. Crassius interjects: "Let's not discuss Third Knowledge around the girl." "Oh pshaw!" Faustus retorts. "That beast is little more than a fuck-toy. She won't comprehend anything." "I guess that you are correct," Crassius responds. "Look!" Faustus exclaims. "The constants of the ancients are incredible! They were so advanced. And look, the named constants from our archives have been disregarded." "The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones," Crassius observes. "Look at this constant!" Faustus insists. "It is a named constant. 'e^((pi^2)/2).' It is named for 'The Public Enemy of All Mankind." "Interesting, but why show me? I barely managed to cheat my way through high school physics!" Crassius confesses. "Don't lie to me, Crassius," Faustus states. "You are hung up on that blonde genius who is a French knight, nonetheless." Faustus chuckles. "You are right on that account," Crassius admits. "I did miss that gynoid, Toy. A girl is such a high maintenance relationship." "Just be glad that you don't have a girl with an IQ of 154! She would have you pussy-whipped and wrapped around her little finger all at the same time. She would be a princess and you would be a slaving knave." Faustus droned on. Crassius listened half-heartedly. He was interested in devising a punishment plan for Sari. "What punishment should I apply to this runaway slave, Faustus?" Crassius asks. "Give her a whipping!" Faustus answers. "Make sure that her back and buttocks don't forget it for some time." "Hmm. I was thinking something more exotic," Crassius murmurs. "But you are right, Faustus. A traditional whipping is the best remedy." Faustus turns to leave. "Be Well Sir Crassius," he speaks as he departs. "Steel and honor," Crassius responds. 28 May 2011 Taunus Trumbo Sari the Slave Girl Ch. 03 Disclaimer: The following short story is fictional. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred. Chapter Three: The Fisting Crassius finally decides on a plan of punishment for the runaway girl Sari. He will stretch her pussy until he is able to fist her. Once inside he will make a true fist and a "thumbs up," forcing his thumb to penetrate her cervix and enter her uterus. He will insist that Sari masturbate and cum while he sadistically twists and turns his fist inside her Holy of Holies. Dragging and pushing her womb adds a whole other dimension to control and torment. Crassius wakes up Sari and unlocks her cage. She crawls out rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Crassius is naked and erect. His penis is replete with throbbing veins and his scrotum is tight to his abdomen. His strong shaft makes a high angle with his body. Sari shudders as he gives the expected command: "Doggie girl." Sari scrambles to assume the desired position, lewdly wagging her naked rump to entice him. No further enticement is necessary, however. Crassius shoves his massive member deep into her love canal, his dickhead striking the back of her vagina as he pumps long, hard strokes. "Cum Sari, cum for me girl," he demands. Sari gasps for breath. She is now fully awake but only partially aroused. She hears the order and begs her master for some foreplay. "Master, help arouse a girl," she pleads. Crassius reaches under her and rubs her small breasts. She feels the nipples stand erect and her areolas pucker and firm. Now her pubococcygeal muscles begin to undulate. Crassius kisses and licks the nape of her neck, tasting her perspiration of arousal and her pheromones. Sari cums at last. Her oils of submission seep from her labia and puddle beneath her. As Crassius senses her orgasm, he pulls out from her pussy and shoves his penis into her ass. Unprepared, Sari squirms and writhes as the penis drives deep into her rectum. She is hot and tight. Crassius would have liked to hold his orgasm to spew hot white cum in her face, but rather cums in her ass. Sari is grateful that the episode is over. But wait! Crassius commands Sari to her back exposing her privates. "Open!" he commands. Sari rests supine and spreads her legs widely. "We begin the fisting of your pussy girl. Be thankful that I have decided to fist your cunt and not your asshole, or both." Crassius laughs but Sari finds no humor in it. Three grouped fingers press Sari's vulva. She struggles to relax her sphincters with little success. Crassius pushes and shoves, but Sari is too tight. "Assist!" Crassius commands. Now Sari will be forced to push the digital trio into her Holy of Holies. She frowns but obeys. "Did my girl sleep well last night?" Crassius makes small talk as the stretching continues unabated. "Yes, my Master," Sari replies. "Your girl slept well." She moans as the fingers advance. The three fingertips are past her vulva. Now it is only a matter of time and pressure to work up to the joints. Crassius smiles. Sari is sweating and writhing as the procedure continues. "This will take time and patience, Sari," Crassius says. "But it will happen, day by day." "Yes Master," Sari replies and feels the fingers fully insert. They are uncomfortably tight. "Breathe deeply and totally exhale Sari," Crassius commands. She complies wondering what will happen next. Unable to cry out from empty lungs she realizes the happening as Crassius aligns his three grouped fingers into a line---forcefully distending her labia. Tears stream down her cheeks and sweat drips from her armpits. She knows that tomorrow she will be sore and that Crassius will be unrelenting. Crassius smiles with satisfaction. He feels that all will be in the pursuit of the ultimate penetration---the fisting of Sari's pussy. From there she will be submissive and sensual. His mind drifts to a conversation with his friend Faustus, the celibate cenobite. Faustus claims that the discovery of a formula to compute pi is the mathematical equivalent to the discovery of fire to mankind. Before the seventeenth century formulas, pi was considered a dimensionless physical constant without mathematical underpinnings. Once a formula is known, albeit an infinite sum or an infinite product, the true mathematical nature of the number is understood. Not merely irrational but transcendental. The algebraic irrationals were known as "surds" and pi was not one of them. There are many more transcendental numbers than rational numbers and surds combined. These are mathematical proofs of some interest to theorists. The practical issue is that pi is mathematical and exact, precise, constant; a dimensionless physical constant may not enjoy such niceties. Each dimensionless physical constant that is later proved to be a mathematical constant expands the scope of mathematics herself. Such a fickle mistress she is as well. She is no muse, but a mistress without compassion. There is a knock at the door. Crassius hurries Sari back into her cage and secures it, locking the cage door. He grabs a kilt and scurries to answer the door. Opening the door he sees a man dressed in royal blue robes flanked by two warriors. The man is obviously a magistrate, a scribe in a position of authority. The warriors are wearing polished steel armor and crimson red cloaks. They each are holding helmets in their right hands and spears in their left. Clearly these are combat veterans who have been awarded ceremonial positions in the city administration. "I have a warrant for your girl Sari," the magistrate spoke. "What for?" Crassius retorted. "Watch that tone in your voice, citizen!" One of the warriors bellowed. Clearly these were not to be underestimated. Crassius went to the cage and unlocked it. He motioned for the girl to join the trio. "You have used this girl in a way not appreciated by the High Council," the magistrate pontificated. "Be grateful that losing this girl is all that is required of you." Gorean law is harsh and absolute. Crassius knew better than to bicker with these three. 31 May 2011 Taunus Trumbo