3 comments/ 42058 views/ 8 favorites Sula By: Taunus The space ship used to transport the twelve abducted girls was small. Twelve girls were crowded into a hold, four rows by three columns. Each girl was sandwiched between the legs of the girl behind her, wrists cuffed to ankles. The first girl had her ankles chained to a floor ring and the last girl had her wrists chained to the steel bulkhead. The girls writhed and squirmed to keep up their circulation and to avoid the cramping associated with close chains. Abducted from earth, the girls were stripped and put naked into the coffle. They still had their scents from earth---the various perfumes, deodorants, and lotions. But, as the days wore on, their natural body odors, their native female scents, were becoming evident. Moreover, shaved regions were sprouting new hair growth as the girls were reverting to their natural states. Every few hours a column of three girls would be unchained for feeding, watering, hygiene, and exercise. The remaining nine girls would remain firmly locked in place. The two crew members made sure that no girl was ever totally unfettered at any given time. Who knows that a girl might be skilled in martial arts! Half of the journey the space craft accelerated at one "G;" the other half of it decelerated at one G. The result of the accelerating reference system was perfect earth gravity. That is except for a brief period mid-flight of weightlessness when the space craft reversed orientation and acceleration. The accommodations were Spartan, sparse, and crowded. The girls had to learn to sleep in their confined positions for the several days transit time. The landing in an alien world was exciting in some ways to the girls, despite their condition of slavery. The two guards were not really the craft's pilot and co-pilot. The space ship was totally controlled by on-board computers and remote control transducers. There were some emergency controls; however, it was doubtful that the two Neanderthal guards, Stump and Thwang, could manage to make use of them. Stump and Thwang had more to do than simply to feed, water, and tend to the physical needs of the dozen abductees. One by one they inserted monitoring and diagnostic devices into each girl's mouth, vagina, and rectum. During the course of these quotidian, routine, banal probing, it was discovered that one of the girls, one designated as Sula (Row 2 Column 3), had an intact hymen. While virgins were uncommon; they were not rare. Stump took a two meter strip of white silk cloth, a hand-span wide, and wrapped it around Sula's waist, tying it in front so that the double-cloth strip hung between her legs, revealing more than concealing of her hot pink vulva. Her vulva was glistening damp with perspiration of arousal and fear. Sula had always fantasized of being tied up and raped, finding her pussy lubricated in her own fresh blood. Stump and Thwang did rape some of the girls; however, Sula was a prize worth more with an intact hymen than "opened" by some low-caste guard. The coffle had been acquired at great expense and even greater danger. Should alien abduction be proven, Stump and Thwang might well be left stranded somewhere in deep space or send on a one-way journey to the center of the sun---neither of which seemed a worthwhile adventure. Besides, at journey's end they were well-compensated and rewarded. Who would want to close down a sweet deal? After arriving at the Alien World, the girls were forced into black iron shipping collars and chained, neck-to-neck, in a coffle. Their wrists were cuffed behind their backs. Struggling with cramped, stiff legs and joints, the coffle of a dozen incredibly beautiful women was led onto an auction block. There prospective buyers would touch, fondle, and grope each potential purchase. Some checked teeth and gums, others various private parts of the girls. Some of the girls resisted and felt the pain of a five-pronged leather whip skillfully administered by Stump or the unbearable pain of the electric slave goad of Thwang. Thwang knew how to mercilessly touch each sensitive, tender area of a bound slave girl. In short order the girls learned to permit touching, pinching, pulling, prodding, and groping. They were roughly examined by an evil-smelling consortium of horny old bastards---men trying to exchange money for love and only getting crass sexual gratification in the process. Sula feared that some smelly, unhygienic cretin would purchase her. She was surprised to see that the masses of asses failed to bid her up. She was finally the object of several rather handsome warriors and a well-heeled merchant. It was the merchant, Martinus Elucidus, who won the bidding. It was not clear to Sula why a merchant would pay so much. Soon she would find that her training was to be intense and her virginity a major selling point. The merchant attached a leash to Sula's black iron shipping collar and led her away. On earth Sula had always worn shoes, or at least sandals. Walking barefoot did not agree with her at all. The streets were paved with cobblestones, making an irregular surface. After a short distance Sula complained: "These stones are hurting my feet. I need shoes." Several passers-by heard her remark. One heavily overdressed lady with a veil muttered something about how rude Sula was. Martinus frowned at her and gave a strong tug on the leash. With hands bound behind her back, Sula nearly fell. She decided that she had better not say anymore for a while. Perhaps when she would be alone with the merchant she would have a better opportunity. The merchant's house, like most dwellings of the moneyed classes, was a huge stone cylinder with a heavy wooden entrance door. Once inside, Martinus removed the leash and pulled the girl to a wall. There he padlocked a chain to her collar, securing her in place with about three or four meters of space. Sula wanted to protest but started crying instead. "A girl belongs to me now," Martinus stated. "Her days as a spoiled princess on earth are over. They are over forever. From this Alien World there is no escape. A girl must learn to obey to survive. Should a girl want water to drink or food to each, she must beg. Clothing is awarded to a girl as a reward for good behavior." "I want water! And something to eat, too," Sula asked. The space ship's "star food" was minimal. Maybe it would suffice for a dieting diva or runway model from Milan, Rome, or Paris, but for a barely-eighteen, robust American teenager like Sula, it was lacking. Martinus frowned. "Whether I feed or water you are not is my decision, girl," Martinus responded. "You have much to learn if you want to survive. To begin with, you will always address me as 'Master.' Understood?" "Yes, I understand," Sula answered. "Yes, a girl understands," Martinus corrected. "The pronoun 'I' is reserved for the Free of this world. And a girl only speaks in the third person. And, by the way, a Free Woman is addressed as 'Mistress.' Now try again." "Yes, Master," Sula replied. Then she added: "A girl is hungry and thirsty, Master." Martinus smiled. He barked out an order and a girl came out of the kitchen. She was young and extremely pleasing to the eye. Sula was blonde, the serving girl, whose name was Dina, was a raven-haired beauty with a Latina complexion and a toned body. Sula wondered how many hours that Dina had to spend in "LA Fitness" to achieve such a killer physique. Dina approached Martinus. She moved with amazing grace, smoothly gliding into a wide Nadu exposing her privates beneath a short cloth shift. "Feed and water this new girl, Dina," Martinus ordered. "But don't spoil her!" he quickly cautioned. "Show her 'Nadu' and 'Tower' for starters, no more. Be sure to have her master the transitions. Keep her hands bound until you have finished feeding her. This girl is a virgin," Martinus mentioned indicating a sash of dirty, sweaty white silk. "And get her cleaned up and lose that dirty silk sash. She still stinks of earth. What is that stench? They call it 'deodorant'? Well, scrub her well with white soap and tend to her dental hygiene as well." Martinus concluded saying: "I have business in the market. I will return later. Have my supper ready in three hours." "Yes, Master," Dina replied. Martinus departed. "I am so glad to have someone to talk to," Sula exclaimed. "A girl must never use 'I,' even when speaking to other girls," Dina retorted. "Should Master find out, there could be punishment!" Sula frowned and pouted. "Let's get you fed and watered." Dina left and returned shortly with a pitcher of water and a bowl of some nondescript brown gruel." Sula made a face, she tugged at her restraints, realizing that Dina would not release her, as ordered, until she had been fed. Dina put the pitcher to Sula's lips and had her drink. Dina dipped her fingers into the slave gruel and offered it to Sula's mouth. Sula was disgusted at having to eat from another woman's hand like a pet dog. The gruel was bland and had an under taste of vitamins. Sula thought that she would throw up at first, but managed to eat. When the bowl had been half emptied, Sula had had enough. "I'm full," Sula said, quickly correcting herself, "A girl is full," she said. "A girl is only fed once a day and eats all she is given," Dina warned. Sula continued to eat, fearing the dire consequences of refusal. With her hands behind her back and chained to the wall, she imagined that Dina could also treat her roughly if she so desired. Sula expected to have her hands free momentarily after eating, but Dina was in no hurry. She left with the bowl and returned with a wash cloth and a large bar of white lye soap. Scrubbing Sula from the head down, she soaped her first then fetched a pail of water to rinse her. The water was cold. The spent water poured on the floor and to a hole in the floor. The floor drain was about a foot in diameter. "First we learn the 'Tower' sister," Dina explained untying Sula's wrists. She then demonstrated an excellent, fluid, flexuous transition from standing to kneeling, hands resting on her thighs with her palms downwards. "This posture is to be used whenever Free Women are present or when commanded. It and the Nadu are the basic positions for a girl. Some girls execute their Towers and Nadus hastily. Master expects a smooth, continuous motion, nothing ever jerky, from one position to another. Now a girl may try." Dina smiled. Sula's first attempt was awkward, discontinuous, and jerky. Dina had her try again and again. Dina frowned. Master would not be pleased. "Try the Nadu," Dina suggested. She volunteered the kneeling position where the thighs were widely parted, privates exposed, and hands on thighs with palms facing upwards. The significance of the palm position, upwards or downwards, seemed important. Sula decided that it was better not to ask. Sula tried the Nadu with little success. Dina would push her knees further apart with her foot. "Slave girls conceal nothing, they have no privacy," Dina explained. This last comment resonated in Sula's mind. She needed to void her bladder and empty her bowels. That is, Sula needed to urinate and defecate. But Dina was present. "Could a girl have some privacy to do her business?" Sula asked. "Definitely not," Dina retorted. "When a Free or first girl is present, a girl will beg permission and face her Master or Mistress making eye contact. Not only that, a girl will use only vulgar words. She will say 'piss,' 'shit,' or 'cum,' as required." "Cum?" Sula answered trembling. "Yes, girl," Dina replied, "A girl must beg to cum when aroused." There was a pause, then Sula replied. She eyed the disgusting hole in the floor, her toilet, and begged Dina: "May a girl piss and shit, Mistress?" Dina smiled. "A girl may relieve herself, facing me and making eye contact," she responded. Sula squatted in an unaccustomed position. She urinated at once but had to strain to defecate. She was crimson with embarrassment. At last she was done. Then she realized that she had no articles of personal hygiene or toilet paper. "How may a girl clean herself?" Sula asked. "A girl may not," Dina answered. "This girl will fetch water and a rag and clean her sister." Dina left and returned with a pail of water and a rough, burlap square of cloth. Sula blinked and trembled. "Bend over and spread your cheeks girl," Dina ordered. Sula complied, struggling to part her glorious hemispheres and exposing her tiny brown star. Dina damped the coarse rag and started scrubbing from Sula's clitoris, along her vulva, and hard on her perineum. She then rinsed the rag and wrung it partially dry and began to work on Sula's anus. Sula kept her cheeks parted but gasped and moaned in obvious discomfort. Once done, Dina hurried away to the kitchen to prepare the Master's food. Dina was concerned that Sula would fail to please with her Nadu and Tower. As Dina departed she cautioned Sula: "Practice those two positions, Nadu and Tower, girl. You must do better or Master will certainly punish you and maybe the two of us!" Sula begin to practice in earnest. Sula 2 Martinus returned from the market in a very good mood. Scuttlebutt and rumor had it that his acquisition, Sula, was undergoing special training and would be sold with her virginity intact. Natural blonde girls with lithesome, lean, limber physiques and small breasts were all the rage this year. The fad had driven up prices and led to a paucity, if not an actual dearth of trained blondes. There was a plethora, a virtual surplus of brunettes and redheads. The aroma of roasting meat and simmering vegetable mellowed Martinus. Sula was waiting in the Nadu, her hips spread widely apart. She had rubbed her privates to moisten her vulva. She had even pinched her nipples to ensure they were erect. Martinus hadn't even noticed. At least he didn't interrogate her or have her transition from one position to another. Maybe she would escape being tested this evening. After he had eaten and drank his fill, Martinus turned his attention to Sula. "Stand up girl," he commanded. Sula stood, her legs spread widely apart and her hands behind her back. She reckoned this to be the most seductive pose. Martinus didn't seem impressed. He turned to Dina and said: "continuous but not smooth. If it were calculus, I would say that the first derivative was discontinuous." Sula perked. She was a first-year math major at the university before her abduction. She breathed deeply, lowering her glance and raising her chest, letting her breasts point provocatively. "Nadu," Martinus commanded. Sula strained and strove ardently to transition as fluidly and flexuously as possible. Her Nadu was far from perfection. She did manage to spread her thighs widely. Martinus noticed a few droplets drip from Sula's pussy onto the marble floor. He smiled. "A girl is a virgin and already has oils of submission. After she is opened, it will be a flood!" Sula blushed a crimson hue. Martinus guffawed and Dina giggles. "Tower, girl, from Nadu," Martinus ordered. Sula had practiced the four transitions: Standing to Nadu, standing to Tower, Tower to Nadu, and Nadu to Tower. Tower from Nadu, also known as Nadu to Tower, was the simplest. Sula performed it excellently. Martinus smiled and unbuttoned his handsome codpiece. He pulled forth his massive member, already erect and throbbing with pulsating irregular veins. Waves of passion undulated over his lower extremities. He moved to Sula for her to fellate him. His dessert was to be fellatio from Sula. Sula had never had a man enter her---she was a virgin, "saving herself" for Mister Right. Now she saw a huge penis demanding oral attention. She pulled back in horror. Dina whispered: "Suck cock, Sula, for goodness sake, suck." Trembling, shaky lips managed to part. Martinus grabbed the back of her head and forced his sinister stolid shaft into her throat. She gagged and tried to resist, but Dina quickly ran up and bound Sula's hands behind her back. Dina helped hold her into position while Martinus had his way. Sula was terrified that he would pump his semen into her. She doubted that she would be able to swallow his sperm and was certain that her inability to swallow would portend the worst for her. Martinus did not climax in her mouth. Instead he laid her prone---on her belly---and prepared to use her taboo treasure trove. Sula could not abide this. She clenched her buttocks tightly together, protecting her rosette. She was already sore from the scrubbing that Dina had administered earlier. Martinus was not ready to be denied his pleasure. He ordered Dina to bring the leg spreader. "Please, Master," Sula begged. "Please don't sodomize me. It will hurt terribly." Remembering her training, she made a correction. "Please don't sodomize a girl. A girl is tiny and will be injured." Dina hurried back with as long bar and two leather straps on each end. Dina fastened Sula's ankles into the straps and extended the telescoping bar as wide as she could. Sula's legs were severely parted, yet she still held her buttocks firmly together. "Capture scent," Martinus ordered. Dina left briefly and came back with a small vial full of an anesthetic elixir and a patch of cloth. Martinus saturated the cloth and held it over Sula's nose and mouth. She struggled to no avail. Once unconscious, Martinus easily parted her glorious hemispheres and forced his masculinity into the tight orifice. She struggled in the dark unconscious to regain her senses. After several futile awakening moments, she finally pulled into a hypnagogic state. She was on her stomach and the full weight of a man was resting on her back and buttocks. To her horror as man was fucking her asshole---harder, deeper, and faster now that she was awake to enjoy it. She screamed bloody murder at the top of her lungs. Dina touched her lips to remind her of silence. Martinus would not stop, or even slow down. With her pussy off limits due to financial constraints, this would be the way to satisfy her Master. It seemed like forever, but at long last he came. He pumped his hot cream into her rectum. She thought that it would have been better if she had swallowed. Withdrawing from her, he motioned to Dina to clean her up. Dina returned quickly with the water pail, lye soap, and a square of burlap sack. Sula begged and pleaded. She did know one thing, however. There was no refusal to Dina's scrubbing. Sula spread her glorious hemispheres and puckered her rosette, winking her precious prune promiscuously for Dina. The nictitating anus seemed to amuse Martinus. So much so, that he forbore using the five-pronged leather whip. It was customary to whip a girl who refuses to submit to any sexual serve. The stone floor was cold and Sula was naked. Not only naked, but her rear end hurt like all hell. She was over being embarrassed. Now she only wanted a bed and a blanket and---most of all---a hydrocortisone suppository for her dilated anus. The night seemed to drag on forever. Martinus had left her hands bound behind her back to remind her not to resist in the future. Sula wished that she were not a virgin. She imagined that, had she been used anally, vaginally, and orally by her boyfriend that she would not suffer so at the hand of Martinus. Moreover, her steadfast refusal to have sex with the ambitious young men, men bound for success, made her a loner. This was a major contributor to her abduction. All of her piety and purity landed her chained to a wall and sleeping on a stone floor. The recurring fantasy was turned into a nightmare. Now, instead of being raped she was being sodomized. The blood still lubricated her, but it was from her anus and rectum. She dreamed that after roughly buggering her, man after man would pull his member from her anus and put it into her mouth, cumming in her mouth and having her swallow all. Sula woke to find roaches crawling over her. She writhed and squirmed, trying to crush the bugs under herself or chase them away. The smashed bugs covered splotches of skin with foul insect entrails. Sula Dina got up early in the morning and cleaned up Sula. Once again Sula had to eat from Dina's hand. Dina explained that today Sula would learn more slave positions and would be paraded in public on a leash. Martinus wanted to focus attention on his newly acquired property to enhance her retail value. Sula 3 Martinus led Sula by a leash. She was naked save a black iron shipping collar and wrist cuffs locking her hands behind her back. Their first stop was with the blacksmith. Martinus had Sula wait in a tower position while he and the blacksmith mixed business with pleasure. At last Martinus selected a steel collar with a single front ring. He had the blacksmith engrave the collar with his name, proclaiming Sula as his property for all who were literate. From the blacksmith, Martinus led Sula down a crowded main thoroughfare. There she caught the eye of many men. Several men gawked at the naked slave girl only to have their free female companion rebuke them severely. They passed a number of small stores with merchandise on display. At last they came to the one of Martinus's choosing. The sign read: "Silks & Stuff." With a jerk of the chain Sula was in an ocean of silks of every color and hue, variety and weave. Martinus spoke to the shopkeeper, whom he obviously had dealt with for some time: "I need something substantial for this virgin. None of those diaphanous, pellucid, gossamer teases. This girl is being trained for high placement." The shopkeeper called his seamstress and slave girl. "Bina!" he called. "Martinus here wants white silks (it is white silks isn't it?) of concealment. What do we have in stock? They want to purchase now and leave with the merchandise." Bina observed that Sula was naked and nodded. While it is fun to parade around a naked girl, it also has its drawbacks. Should a member of the high council witness such an event, Martinus might be fined for disturbing the peace. Bina rushed back into the storage room and brought back three white silks. They each covered all her private areas but differed in design and weave. "Which pleases Master most of all?" Bina asked. "Can we have Sula try on these three?" Martinus asked. "Certainly," Bina answered, "no problem." Martinus unleashed Sula and uncuffed her wrists. This was the first time since her abduction that she was not physically restrained. Now she knows that there would be no practical place to run to. Besides, trying on clothes was second nature to her. The silks were gorgeous and unique, hand tailored and so soft and smooth to the touch. While she was in a mirrored fitting room, Bina came up to Martinus and asked permission to speak. Martinus nodded assent and Bina whispered to him: "Your girl Sula has pierced ears, Master!" Martinus frowned. He had not noticed or checked that detail. In this Alien World girls are more valuable if they are completely "natural." "But," Bina whispered again, "there is only one piercing. Many barbarian Earth girls have multiple ear piercing, nipple piercing, and clitoral piercing. They are good for little more than peasant field work." When Sula returned wearing gorgeous silks she noticed Martinus's face. He was frowning. "Doesn't a Master like this silk?" Sula asked. Something was clearly wrong. "A girl has pierced ears," Martinus retorted. "And I was told that a girl was natural. I should have checked." "There is only one piercing, Master," Bina interjected. "And they are almost closed over anyway. This girl knows a physician who can cover the tiny hole with skin so that no one can tell." At these words Martinus smiled. "Those silks are lovely," he said. "We will take them." "But Master," the two girls replied, "Don't you want to see the other two? Bina knew that men loathe to shop. She knew how to coerce them. "Master might be embarrassed if he buys too quickly," Bina volunteered. "Merchants are known to be frugal and cautious." Martinus nodded his assent. "Yes," Martinus replied: "We will have to try on the other two as well." Everyone was smiling. The other two white silk outfits were very similar to the first one; at least they were similar in Martinus's eyes. There was no question that outfit number two impressed the girls most of all. Despite the fact that it was the most expensive, he bought it. After she put it on, he re-attached the leash, cuffed her wrists, and Sula wore the silks out of the store. A white silk modestly clad attracts a lot less attention on a public street than a naked girl on a leash. They went by the branding store. Martinus stopped to examine the various available brands. There was a faint odor of burned flesh. Sula trembled. She could see a girl strapped to a rack while a branding iron was being heated. Cattle were branded on earth, not human females. Sula was shaking and terrified that Martinus would have her branded. "Girl will be sold unbranded," he stated. "A new owner will want the pleasure of opening a girl, branding a girl, and using a girl. You will not be branded in House of Martinus, girl." Then he mused: "A girl might even be freed. It is difficult to free a girl once she is branded. Your new master may have other ideas for you. Who am I to account for tastes?" Both Martinus and Sula were tired from walking and shopping. Martinus said to his girl: "Only one more stop and we will head home." Sula smiled. The last store was named "The Naughty Store." Here various sex toys were on sale. There were dildos, anal plugs, and every imaginable device. Martinus spoke to the storeowner and said: "I want a strap-on dildo for my girl." "Of course, Sir," the shopkeeper replied. He led the pair to a glass case full of various strap-on. There were many models. Martinus saw one that captured his imagination. It was large, long and curved. It was also black. "The huge, curved black one!" Martinus requested. Sula's eyes widened. In a moment the transaction was done. "Would you like a carrying bag, Sir?" the shopkeeper asked? Martinus smiled. "No," he answered. "A girl will carry it in her hands behind her back." Sula blushed scarlet with embarrassment. Of course, Martinus could have had her wear it instead. Once back in the cylinder Dina was thrilled at Sula's new silks. Martinus had them removed and chained Sula back to her place on the wall. He left her hands cuffed but took the strap-on dildo. "Strap it on and do her anal," Martinus commanded Dina. "Yes, Master," Dina replied, positioning Sula on her belly and strapping on the wicked device. She lubricated it with her spittle and tried to push it in. Sula was still sore and swollen from the day before. She resisted. Dina rubbed her shoulders and whispered to her: "Master will not tolerate disobedience. Relax and permit this. Dina will massage your back and neck. She will kiss and lick your rosette to prepare you. Please don't clench those buttocks. Master will get his way. You know that." "Yes, a girl knows," Sula sobbed. Dina worked a girl up and finally managed to insert the dildo anally. She rested atop Sula with the black penis in place until Martinus came to inspect. "Good girls," he commented. "Work her a dozen times or so then put the strap-on on her and let her do you missionary style. I can't expect her to cum; I can expect and demand that you do Dina. Understood?" "Yes, Master," the two girls said in unison. They set about doing their Master's bidding. Dina was very slow and gentle with Sula. Even so, salty tears streaked down hot pink cheeks as Dina ground into her a dozen deep strokes. Martinus did not mention that Dina was frigid. She could only climax after much, much foreplay. Sula, hands behind her back and a strap-on, would have to kiss, suck, and lick Dina wantonly for at least an hour to arouse her. Martinus had this in mind. He was anxious to be able to take her after a climax. For sure, a second climax, his orgasm as well, would be a natural event. Both Dina and Sula sweated as they struggled to arouse Dina. After many kisses and much foreplay, Sula would mount Dina. The huge penis penetrated Dina but failed to induce an orgasm. Sula would have to perform more foreplay. At last Dina came. With noise and orgasm sounds, Martinus came to investigate. He pulled Sula from Dina, who was in the throws of an earth-shattering climax, and shoved his massive member, replete with throbbing irregular veins, into Dina's love canal. She squealed with delight. This experience was rare for her. 10/29/2008 Taunus Trumbo