Monday 21 December 2009

tilly is learning her place

They rode in silence for a while, listening to the horses clip clop on the sand. The wagon cover was thick cotton, not even the sun could be seen through the thick covering. The chain between the girls kept them intimately close, either side by side or kneeling facing each other. The only seated position permitted to women was kneeling. Both girls curled up close to each other, due to the constraints of the chain. On the hard wagon floor. A leather mat shielding the pair from the rough wood. Curled up on the scarlet leather, with attached straps & rings yasmin didn’t tell tilly that it was a pleasure or rape mat. The pair drifted off enjoying the enforced closeness, each others soft smells, as well as more intimacy, of the more feminine scents. Yasmin was pressing her knees together, she smiled weakly at tilly, as she saw she was watching intently. She answered the unasked question, silly barbarians with their modesty.
“It doesn’t help tilly.”
“Oh!”
“It makes a girl long for him even more.”
“That’s why yasmin loves it, aching for Master.”
Tilly was quiet, her breathing laboured through her new veil, her nostrils filled with the scent of his pleasure.
When she awoke tilly found that yasmin had shifted in her sleep & was spooning her from behind. Her sisters thighs were wet & slippery, slithering on the backs of her legs & her buttocks. She was embarrassed to feel her own smeared wetness. She lay there enjoying the bittersweet piquancy of her shame, secretly hoping that master would open the curtain & discover her. The cum soaked veil was now stuck wetly to her lips she had no way of displacing it, the humidity of her breath was causing the slippery yellow silk to slither in & out of her mouth. There was a highly polished shield in one corner of the wagon, she watched her reflection in the mirrored metal. Watched the phallic depression, shaped by yasmin's fellatio, deepen & shallow suggestively. How she wished her hands were free now so she could touch herself. Especially as she correctly suspected that this would not now be permitted to her. Causing her at the same time to ache to masturbate & be thrilled at masters control of even that. How she wanted master to open the curtain now.
Yasmin was squirming rhythmically in her sleep, rubbing her soaked lips on tilly’s leg, moaning & whimpering. “Master, oh Master” Over & over in her sleep.
Tilly say a shadow thicken through the curtain as Marcus rode close to the wagon, quite obviously listening to yasmin's cries. Tilly was suddenly terrified he might open the curtain.
He chuckled loudly & muttered something incomprehensible before riding off again.
Tilly was weeping longing for him to return & open the curtain.
The heat & motion of the wagon, made her drift off again. She was on her knees before Master Marcus, pleasuring him, taking turns with yasmin pleasuring him, squirming wetly, still chained by the neck, but also joined by an extremely, large & penetrating, fantastically slippery U shaped dildo. Both girls becoming desperately more & more excited as he enjoyed their perfect kisses.
The curtain was drawn back suddenly waking them sharply, for an instant both girls blinked in surprise, looking up at the three bemused male faces, looking down at them. Then both hurriedly knelt upright, blushing furiously.
“Perhaps I should sell the pair of you to a Mistress.” Marcus laughed
“Pleasing little sluts.” Another pejorative laugh.
“Yes Masters thank you Masters.” yasmin & tilly whispered. Tilly slightly after her sister.
“Come here & serve us coffee”
“Masters, yes Masters, thank you Masters.” They chorused together.
Marcus unchained both of them & they prepared a small fire, yasmin supervised tilly as she made the coffee, & showed her how to roast flat sweet biscuits in the fire. Her barbarian sister learning eagerly & quickly, in more ways than just domestic.
Both girls knelt prettily before the men & served coffee & biscuits. The men were discussing the bandits & a corpse they had buried yesterday further eastwards, probably a victim of those same bandits. Marcus was congratulated & thanked warmly.
The men being slavers, or slave traffickers, some interest was shown in the two girls, especially the blonde. Marcus had no intention of selling either, & both parties knew that well. But they decided to tease the blonde, especially as she was still blushing shyly, serving the men nude & quite evidently a little aroused as she still was. One of the men had tilly stand before him & subjected her to an intimate fondling & examination. She was too embarrassed to speak or protest, especially when he dipped a finger inside her testing her hymen, then had her lick his finger clean. He took his time fondling & weighing her buttocks & breasts. Examining her hair, especially the yellow, golden sheen, tracing it from her roots to the ends, resting on her buttocks, she had always kept her hair long. Germanic or Saxon blondes are only barbarian, gorean blondes are Scandinavian, white blondes only. Resulting in at least half of those slaves imported being Saxon blonde. He pinched her nipples & putting a riding crop between her legs, lifted her too her tiptoes, staring into her deep blue eyes. Noting the wideness, the refraction of her pupils.
He was quite matter of fact in commenting to his companion & Marcus on her charms, she began to feel like a piece of meat, or a slave.
“Perhaps we can find some room for her in the cage” He commented to Marcus, offering perhaps an opening haggling gambit.
Her examiner followed, her agonized eyes, flickering first to Marcus, then to the leather covered cage behind the two strange men. Seeing her gaze linger on the small cage her examiners companion unbuckled the leather curtain. He parted the covering, revealing the captive occupants. Twenty women, in very tight, full thigh length leather body hoods, were crammed & cramped inside. Kneeling on the wooden floor, heads bowed by the very low height of the bars. Sensing or feeling the sudden circulation of air on them, or at least their lower legs, not covered by the hoods, the slaves began to stir.
“Silence” the examiners companion barked, there was a sudden fear filled quiet. The curtain was lowered & buckled again.
“Perhaps.” Marcus replied
The men sat thoughtfully in silence, watching the blonde, trembling tears welling in her blue eyes, beautiful over the yellow veil.
“But not today.” Marcus said after a couple minutes that seemed like hours to her.
She was crying, thankful & relieved.
Her examiner shrugged, not disappointed in the least, slaves even blonde barbarians are easy to come by, & cheap. He allowed tilly to kneel back down & held the tab of the whip to her mouth. For a moment she looked puzzled, then realizing began to lick it clean.
“She needs a taste of this.” He commented to Marcus on the delay.
“She will get more than a taste sooner rather than later.” Was his reply.
The three men laughed.
More coffee was served. The second man indicated with his fingers for yasmin to kneel before him.
“Clean my sandals girl”
“Yes Master, thank you Master” She began to kiss & lick them.
He stopped her & indicated she was to remove her bikini top. Quickly she undid her top allowing her beautiful belled nipples free. She began cleaning & polishing his sandals with her clothing.
The first man snapped his fingers at tilly. “You too girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master” She looked up confused, was she to use her hair or tongue.
The first man reached out & removed yasmin's slip handing it to the blonde. It was quite damp. Tilly knelt over his feet & eagerly polished, becoming quite excited by even this small act.
Marcus looked on satisfied. After tilly had finished with guests sandals he had her polish his. Yasmin was taken around the back of the two men's slave cage. There was a wet slippery sound & a sigh & grunt of pleasure, & a helpless moan.
A short time he took tilly, re-chained her & put her back in the wagon, joining his guests.
Yasmin's yielding was loud & rapturous, tilly listened in tears of frustration, after the men had finished with her & she had cleaned them she was pushed back into the wagon & chained again by the collar to tilly. She was flushed & very sticky, & very happy. The two girls held each other tight, as tightly as two slaves can with their wrists chained behind them. In tears tilly rubbed herself in yasmin's stickiness, licking a splash of semen from her sisters face. Yasmin kissed the blonde lovingly, hoping her sister would soon be opened for a masters pleasure. Both girls were naked now except for their veils, both physically & emotionally.
Entwined like this the two girls listened as the men bade their farewells. No farewell or goodbye was said to them. The wagon set off again.
He permitted them to chat inside the covered wagon, as long as they were quiet & didn’t intrude on his thoughts. Tilly was very curious about yasmin. She had been stolen from her fathers caravan, by the bandits. Not an uncommon event in the desert. In any case she was of marriage or enslaveable age, being eighteen. Being the third daughter slavery was a forgone conclusion really. Her father & family had chased the bandits for two days, before giving up. Not for her but for the merchandise they had stolen with her. To her, her slavery was natural & cultural, men her rightful owners. Tilly was thrilled and appalled as she listened, but very thrilled.
He stopped the wagon & lifted the cover.
“The sea, girls.” He said to the pair, as they gazed across the sands to the crashing waves. So beautiful & wild, nothing but the sea line & sky for miles.
“Thank you Master.”
He lowered the cover & continued. The two listening in silence to the crashing waves as the wagon bobbed along
Yasmin was especially grateful for his kindness.

When they stopped it was still light. A little sheltered beach, near the outlet of a small freshwater stream & pool, a few palm trees & firestones completed the idyllic location. There was a larger much more popular oasis further along the coast, this was virtually his secret.
They were to remain naked, the girls, unpacked, made camp & prepared his evening meal while he bathed in the pool. While he ate they were permitted to wash in the pool. He gave them an oat biscuit each, from the mules bag. He fed them from his hand, the two girls kneeling before him, while he enjoyed a bottle of wine. The two girls of course did not but had a bowl of fresh water each. It felt so homely & comfortable to tilly, she was beginning to feel so happy to be owned & dominated by this man.
Yasmin knelt down with tilly, in the light of the fire, as Master Marcus went down to the beach, to smoke some of his hashish on his own. Taking a long sharp needle she first heated the spike in the fire. She then pierced the blondes ears & nose, her nipples & clitoris too. Tilly sighed & gasped, whimpering prettily as the hot needle sizzled its way through her soft flesh. Yasmin told her she thought she would scream terribly when she was branded. That stopped her theatrics, the blonde was quiet & thoughtful for a while.
Yasmin felt guilty & kissed her sister.
“This girl did too.”
“Did yasmin ? Does it hurt ? Does it hurt terribly ?”
“Yes.” It was yasmin's turn for tears now.
Tilly traced her fingertips on her sisters brand, now pink & well healed & very pretty on her right buttock. A graceful K or kef & the mark of her last owner. Tilly wondered what Master Marcus’s mark was like, & if would be as pretty.
Sensing her sisters thoughts yasmin pressed her thumb into her sisters left buttock, barbarians are commonly branded on the left cheek. The nude pair hugged each other, weeping softly.
Tilly winced in pain as tiny belled rings were threaded through the holes. A small coin like disk was added to her clitoris ring, a vendors coin, a vogue new fashion, made popular by the taverns of the north. She was given locking belled anklets & bracelets, a long belled & coined chain was locked around her waist. Excitingly a similar arrangement was locked between her legs, these symbolic bonds were locked with tiny heart shaped padlocks. There was no key, once locked only Master had a master key. But most exciting to tilly was her taut nipple chain, with its single freely swinging bell. She was now a belled slave, the tiny chimes would betray her every movement however tiny, a belled animal. Her eyes glowed with happiness, as did yasmin's seeing her sisters joy.
Yasmin also taught tilly how to wash properly with the thick greasy slave soap, most importantly in caring for her long golden hair. Tilly was especially grateful for this. She had always loved how boys had coveted her for her long hair, & despite herself loved how Masters examined it, judged her on it. Secretly loved the thought of the expression she had overheard, roughly translated as ‘blow job blonde’. Masters are very strict with blondes especially barbarians. She would love that too, earth slaves are such bimbos & as such love flattery, even if that flattery is a slavers sales talk, or a masters firm discipline, to be ‘too beautiful to be free’.
When Master Marcus returned from the beach he examined plucked the chain, causing a frisson of pain & sexual excitement, not entirely unnoticed or intended by him. She nearly melted with need before him. Her nipples were very erect now. He kept hold of the chain, keeping her standing before him gingerly. Very tempted to rape her there and then, but a slavegirl can be raped at any time, he savoured her growing erotic submission. He picked up his slave whip, a pleasure crop, or whip, the leather was shiny, well worn.
“tilly come here”
She looked up frightened
“Yes Master, at once Master.”
He pushed the whip to her veiled lips, not very forcefully but enough to press the sheen of her veil into her soft lips. She kept her eyes lowered, he lifted her deep blue eyes up to his, while she kissed the whip. She was quite beautiful, her eyes wide & frightened, under lush lashes, framed by the gold of her hair & the lurid yellow of her veil. The shaft always felt much thicker, more brute to a girl when its pressed to her lips, or her intimate lips. The leather tasted pungent through her veil, the tab smelling strongly of sex & fear. She was trembling.
“My slaver companion recommended you taste the whip tilly.”
“Yes Master” was her hesitant, very timid reply, she was ready to burst into tears.
He tossed the whip to the floor.
“Fetch it”
On all fours she went to the whip, and picked it up in her mouth. He was pleased to see she did so without instruction. She returned quickly to his feet. He took the whip from her mouth.
“Perhaps you should learn your lessons & responses a little quicker girl.”
“Yes Master” she wept, terribly frightened now, kissing the whip.
He put the whip away. She sobbed almost choking with relief.
“Thank you Master, thank you Master.” She was crying as she kissed his feet.
“Stop dropping tears on my feet & fetch my wine kajira” He told her curtly.
“Yes Master, at once Master. Thank you Master !”
She quickly went to the wine bota. She was extremely aroused, & more so she knew it was obvious to both Master Marcus & yasmin. How glad she was not to be beaten, & how she wished he had disciplined her.
He enjoyed yasmin's fellatio, while tilly served him more wine.

The slightly cooler night air woke her, yasmin was still asleep, Master Marcus was not. She had initially cuddled up into the warmth of her sleeping sister, but then with a start realized he wasn’t there. She sat up looking about her frightened. Then she saw him sitting on the shore, smoking. She got up & walked quietly over to him. When she was a few feet from him he said without turning.
“Hello tilly ?”
“Master may this girl fetch you anything ?”
“You can fetch me a black coffee, mix wine in the brew girl.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
She went to the embers of the camp fire & stoked them, boiling a small pot of water. She mixed in ground coffee & thick red wine then brought it too him.
Returning she knelt before him began rolling the cup on her belly. He stopped her, and permitted her to simply kiss the rim lovingly, before offering it to him.
“Master may tilly kneel with you Master ?”
“Yes girl, kneel here” he indicated a spot close beside him.
“Thank you Master ?”
As she knelt he permitted her to kneel closer. The night sea air, was quite cool, she shivered naked before him. Clutching weakly to his well muscled arm, she kissed his arm & chest. Brushing her long hair down her back, he lifted her eyes to his. Her need was very evident, in her lovely deep blue eyes, so helpless & vulnerable.
“…Master ?” her voice was trembling.
“Yes girl.”
“Master do you find tilly pleasing ?”
“If you are not pleasing do you think I would hesitate to punish you girl ?”
“No Master, this girl thinks you wouldn’t hesitate to punish her, Master.”
He was silent.
“Please keep this girl under strict & perfect discipline Master”
“There is no doubting that girl.”
She squirmed slightly, a soft wet squidging sound, they both heard it. They both could smell her arousal.
“Perhaps you should sleep in bracelets & the iron belt (nether lock/chastity belt) girl”
She was so pretty, so intensely embarrassed. He waited.
“Master…..”
“Please Master…..”
He remained silent holding her eyes with his.
“Please Master, please rape this girl,”
He slipped a finger into her wetness, between her slippery lips, she panted for breath nearly fainting with excitement. He put the soiled finger to her lips, to her shame it glistened in the moonlight. She licked it clean, simulating fellatio, while he kept her eyes in his & watched her veiled lips.
“There is plenty of time to split your legs & open you for male pleasure girl”
He permitted her to lower her eyes, she was in tears & blushing furiously.
“In your new life, you will be well and frequently raped. Indeed, your life, in effect, will be one of rape, sexual, physical & emotional.”
“Yes Master, thank you Master.”
“Would you like to be braceleted & locked like a little slut ?.”
She hesitated for a second then replied with a candour that thrilled her.
“Yes Master very much so.”
“Well then for now it will not be necessary will it girl ?”
He had her fetch him another wine then sent her back to lie with yasmin. Yasmin had been awake but pretending to be asleep. Tilly snuggled into her arms. Tilly knew yasmin had been awake & listening, & she was glad. Moreover she knew that yasmin knew she was glad.

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