tilly is a tavern girl

The tavern was already busy this early in the evening. He selected a corner and sat down, tilly knelt at his feet, frightened in the hubbub. The naked brunette was dismissed. She walked timidly to the slave cage and one of the tavern keepers sitting there He stood up seizing a painful fistful of her hair, bent her over at the waist & gave her a few resounding slaps on the buttocks & legs for her missing clothes. In tears and grateful not to be whipped she is given a veil & tiny apron, both are smelly freshly soiled with another girls rape, to wear as a fresh humiliation. Donning them hastily she is unreservedly obsequious, servile in her gratitude. He loudly cuffs her bare buttocks again and pushes her into the selection cage.
The curtain is closed on the girls in the cage. The leather curtain being synthetic, is totally transparent from the outside but its interior red patent leather is totally opaque from the inside. The girls kneel in the cage, the only light for them a diffused red coming through. They are acutely aware of their totally visibility from the outside, & are never sure if they are being observed or not. They kneel prettily, lifting their breasts with their bodies, wiggling their bottoms nervously. Lips parted full & fellatio pouted, through the golden veils. All eyes are kept lowered and the girls are not permitted to talk. Some of the girls are gagged, some are braceleted, but all kneel as if braceleted. some girls are already sticky with rape. All wait keen & pathetically expectant to serve again, timorous and vulnerable, wet.
He allowed tilly, kneeling at his feet, to watch this piquant scene, then taking a copper token from the table placed it between her veiled lips and told her to go the same keeper with it. Slaves are not permitted to touch money except with their mouths, even tavern table beer tokens that represent indirectly money. She is without value, any worth she has is transactional between the men who own her, she should not sully fiscal transactions with her touch.
He watches her flank quivering nervously as she approaches the keeper. He is terse with her, shoving a tankard of beer at her for her to take hold of & steady, terrified of dropping it or spilling the tiniest drop. Dismissing her with curt abruptness and rudely slapping her buttocks sending her on her way. The slap though glancing was sound enough to bring tears to her eyes & a yelp of stung surprise. What must it be like to be whipped by such a man, her anguished question.
She kneels before Master Marcus with his cold beer. He instructed her to kneel closer, between his legs, feeling the heat from his body. Lifting the cup to her belly with both hands she rolled it on her navel then lifted it to her breasts. clutching it pressed into her cleavage, rolling it between her belled nipples. She lowers her lips and kisses the rim reverently, trembling & blushing quite shyly, then lifts the heavy vessel in both hands up to him. She keeps her eyes down. Her eyes catch on the erection underneath his tunic. Her flustered breath catches in her mouth.
“Master this girl brings you drink for your thirst & herself for your pleasure”
“More!” He tells her.
“Master this girl hopes you will part her lips & enjoy this girls service”
“Earth slut surely you can beg better than that.”
“Yes Master.” She replies flustered
He fingers the whip hanging at the side of his chair.
“Perhaps you don’t wish to please me”
“No Master”
“Perhaps you think you should choose who to serve & who not to”
“No Master”
“Well tilly beg then.” He uses the accent she is familiar with.
Her heart flooded with happiness at the recognition of his voice. The discomfort & distress, the humiliation & pain, the fear & anguish of the past few weeks meant nothing to her now, kneeling once more at his feet. How pathetic she was, how deserving of her bondage.
Her voice overcome with emotion & swimming in her hot wetness she whispers.
“Master is it truly you ?”
“Continue to elicit my interest slave”
“Master tilly begs to taste your pleasure in her mouth as you enjoy your drink,& to be opened for your rape”
He took the cup & lifted his tunic, he was fully erect now.
“Kiss me perfectly slut, or the whip will kiss you with perfection.”
“Yes Master” she whispers throatily, terrified but delighted by his strictness
She lowers her lips & kisses him under her veil. Slowly licking his glans lubricating them then allowing her full lips to be parted by the soft downward pressure of her head, taking his head fully into her mouth. She cupped his testicles in both hands and sucked his head in & out, kissing & licking it. She applied herself to his frenulum licking him upwards then teasing the underside of his glans with her hot tongue. All the while she began taking his shaft into her cleavage massaging him between her breasts as she slowly deepened her oral penetration. She used every technique she had learned from yasmin. Herself increasingly swept up the loving rapture of pleasuring her Master. Of the total erotic submission of slave fellatio. Unrequited totally without reciprocation emotionally obedient in her service in pleasing him. Her lovely body, heart & mind devoted to him. Her panties & thighs soaked & squidging, as she undulated her upper body & mouth, up and down & around his erection.
He sat drinking his beer, watching the dancers & thoroughly enjoyed her lips. She was quite naturally superb at fellatio as most earth girls are. Given time, the correct treatment & strict discipline earth girls excel at fellatio, finding it, so submissive & humiliating but so unreservedly loving, so feminine, they love it. Gorean girls are also of course superb, but earth girls find it so liberating to submit so without reserve. The few quite minor quirks in her technique would soon be whipped out of her. She had simmered well in the desert, & from her lips he had no doubt she was rape hot.
The keeper came over & sat down on the chair opposite.
“Is this the blonde bimbo?”
In her surprise she pulled up slightly in embarrassment & shock. Marcus seized a fistful of her hair & forced her head down firmly, cuffing her harshly. In tears she sucked & deep throated him, nearly choking as he pushed himself deep into her mouth.
“Yes this is the slut.”
He started to ejaculate as he spoke, exploding violently into her mouth. He grunted happily. His seed thick & sticky filling her mouth. Then withdrawing he continued to erupt spurting into her face & down her breasts. She knew better than to swallow without his express permission. Then he pushed himself back between her lips as his spasms of pleasure subsided.
He cuffed her to one side “On all fours slut”
She dropped to the tiles between the men facing him. Choking on her full mouth, trembling with fear.
The two men exchanged pleasantries for a minute or so, ignoring her.
“You may swallow !”
She swallowed quickly “Yes Master thank you Master”
“Clean me, & fetch more beer”
“Yes Master, at once Master”
She was tearful as she rose gracefully to her feet and scurried to the servery. How lovely & vulnerable she was after fellatio, so uncertain. She wouldn’t be thanked or complimented on the skill of her service/ Perhaps merely informed of her bare adequacy. Sometimes made to kiss the whip & only informed as to his satisfaction or displeasure, by the cruel application of the leather, or lack of it. Or simply dismissed in tears left to wonder at his pleasure.
She returned with a tankard of beer. In her service she must fetch each vessel individually, every act she performed for men must be special & devoted solely to him. Master Marcus indicated she should serve the keeper first.
She knelt at his feet and proffered the drink & her mouth to him.
He took the beer and curtly rebuffed her sexual service.
She went back to the servery & returned with a tray containing a warm bowl of scented water, soft silk towels and a small glass of liquor. Kneeling between his legs, she lifted the glass to him. The warm liquor enhanced his sexual afterglow, spreading his relaxation & pleasure. It also had the effect of stimulating and invigorating him, he post ejaculated into her face. She first sucked him dry, then licked him totally clean. Before gently bathing him with the moistened silk towel. And then humbly drying him with the other towel.
When he was satisfied he pushed her away & she quickly fetched him a fresh beer.
“Get on all fours there” He indicated the tiles before the two men.
She knelt there, covered in his sticky use, while the two men discussed her.
The keeper picked up a slave whip & pushed it forcefully to her lips, forcing her to head backwards awkwardly as she kissed it crying.
“Slut ?”
“Yes Master”
“How is it that you are dressed in the silks of this tavern ?.”
In her fear she didn’t recognise his question was rhetorical.
“Master………” she was cut short.
“Were you given permission to speak slave?”
“No Master”
“Your mouth is for fellatio, keep it shut until then”
Terrified she didn’t know whether to reply or not. He waited a moment then demanded.
“Did you hear me girl.”
“Yes Master, yes Master.” She sobbed.
“What a brainless blonde bimbo you are”
“Yes Master”
“What are you ?”
“this girl is a brainless blonde bimbo master”
“So how is it that you are dressed in the silks of this tavern ?.”
She was fearfully silent.
“Were you brought here as punishment by a man you offended, I wonder”
“Or did you perhaps yearn to submit to men, or were you curious”
Both men smiled at these questions. They referred to earlier times when female slavery wasn’t as universal; as it is now. It was an uncertain time for women. Suffrage had earlier been taken away from them as they weren’t capable of contributing to the defence of city states. And gradually a woman’s redress to law was being withdrawn. She was treated as an obedient wife or concubine, or slave depending on her husbands whims. Marriage was an arrangement between her father & her husband. Or her guardian, an increasing number of unwanted surplus daughters were turned over to the city & were used as public labour. If a woman was foolish enough to turn to the courts the judgment was always in the males favour. She would usually be punished with a public flogging then branded a slave for her impertinence. At these times if a man took offence at a free woman that he didn’t directly own. It was common custom to abduct her and take her to a tavern, put her in the livery of the inn, usually taken from a slave & soiled. Chain her hand and foot. Gag her often with rape soiled panties. Then leave her to be discovered. Her rape and or beating were up to her captor. Often as an additional insult she would be forced to masturbate before him & beg for rape, as the only means of escaping her predicament, then be coldly rejected. She would be found in due course by one of the keepers & assessed. Usually she would then be branded & become another tavern slave. Or if she was surplus to requirements sold at the markets.
In these uncertain times there were also women, who yearned to be mastered. To feel a mans firm hand on them, to be collared slaves. Tormented by their suppressed needs & frightened they generally would come & seek out a tavern master, rather than the slaver. He would clad them in tavern garb, bracelet them and put them in a cage, where they could observe the explicit activity in the tavern. After an hour or 2 at most they would regret their imprudence, it was far too late for her qualms, now. If she was pretty she would be branded without a seconds hesitation. And such girls were pretty, the more comely she was the keener she felt the need to be found pleasing by men. The more attractive her slave curves the stricter her treatment. Girls are quite petty & competitive to be kept under perfect discipline. This is scornfully referred to as the flattery of the whip. She is too beautiful to be free, & to go unwhipped.
Also there were girls who were simply curious of what occurred in the tavern, they would attempt to sneak in disguised & dressed like the slaves, unfortunately for them. The flimsiness of their masquerade was as insubstantial as the clothing permitted to slaves. They would be discovered immediately & either locked in the cage to await the hot iron. Or the pretence might be perpetuated for a short while, for the men's amusement before the girls were informed of the irreversible penalty for their rashness. Similarly a rival might trick the object of her silly jealously to come to the tavern on some pretence or the other dressed as a slave. The girl would of course be enslaved but her would be tormentor, would also be summoned to the tavern & collared as her punishment. In these cases it was amusing to have the pair chained together, for their chores and quite deliciously their intimate service. Such girls were often given matching names, clothing & of course the same stringent treatment. An apt punishment for their folly.
This state of affairs became a persistent nuisance for tavern keepers. A day was designated once per week when women could come & petition to rescind their emancipation, such as it was. One day per week when women could be brought to the tavern & punished for their impudence. In actual fact this proved to impractical too so such women would simply be fettered & gagged and left in the curtained cage until the convenient day. No toileting facilities or food were provided & if the curtain was drawn back for any reason the prospective slaves were expected to be knelt facing the wall & not to turn round without permission. Waiting frightened in the dark listening to the hot yielding, the submission & quite frequent discipline of the tavern slaves.
On the chosen day a branding brazier was brought to the tavern. The girls kneeling in stocks facing the tavern. They would be asked if they consented to their enslavement. All the girls were of course still gagged. The lack of dissent recorded. Her former name recorded, or more properly the name of the male formerly responsible for her. She thus ceased to exist as a person, she was now livestock or property. The branding then started. The tavern would fill with the smells of burnt flesh, mingling with the other smells of cooked meats. After which a friendly auction was held for their first rape.
He looked down at the trembling blonde.
“Remain on all fours & strip”
She obeyed removing her brassier first. He stopped her with a tap of the whip & with the whip lifted the garment from her hands, tossing it to the floor. She removed her panties, once again he took them with the whip.
“These are filthy & smelly”
“Yes Master”
“What a filthy little slut you are.”
“Yes Master.”
“Leave the veil on”
He said lifting that with the whip to reveal her sticky lips, then dropping it again.
With the tab he pressed the veil around her face, so it was plastered to her lips. He opened her veiled lips slightly, the gold fabric was quite lovely stuck as it was to her full lips.
“What are you ?”
“A little slut Master.”
“Stand”
She stood before him nude, except for her veil & quite obviously still helplessly sexually aroused. Respectfully she kept her eyes fixed on the floor
He examined and fondled her breasts, rolling her erect nipples firmly until she began to moan with discomfort. He had her bend over touching her toes. Then locked her big toes and thumbs together with a small rigid set of cuffs. These uncomfortable restraints were quite commonly used to sensitize a girl & heighten her sense of exposed vulnerability. Acutely distressing to wear for more than a couple of minutes, girls were often restricted in this manner for hours. Prior to her beating or rape, or both. He went behind her and penetrated her as far as her hymen, feeling and fondling her. She bucked to his touch, he was pleased. He violated her anally, assessing her response & tightness with his finger. She was facing Master Marcus, sobbing with shame much to both men's amusement.
He sat down again giving her his fingers to lick clean. She was facing the men, her intimacies exposed to the tavern.
More beer was fetched by a tavern girl.
They discussed her price. It was agreed she was more than moderately rape hot, for a white silk girl. Her fellatio was adequate, her deference still slightly unwilling. But her submissive nature was very evident. The whip would render her a loving & obedient tavern slut. Still her price was low, slaves are plentiful here. Marcus haggled the reasonable price of a nights room for her.
More beer was brought & drunk.
Finally she was released from the tiny cuffs.
“Slut on all fours, here” he indicated his feet.
She obeyed quickly eagerly.
From his belt pouch he took a copper coin and put it in her mouth.
“Take that to your former owner.”
Stung, in tears she crawled to Master Marcus’s feet.
He took the coin “Agreed” He said to the keeper, she was sold.

“Return to my feet”
She quickly crawled to her new Masters feet.
“Put your clothing back on slut”
“Yes Master”
She hastily put the brassier & panties on. They were cold & slimy now, her body heat soon warmed & made them sticky on her curves.
“You may kiss my feet & thank me for buying you”
She lowered her lips to his sandaled feet & kissed them humbly. She was frightened by this man, as a slave should be to her Master.
“Master this girl tilly……………..”
He pushed the whip to her lips cutting her short.
“Have I given you a name.”
“No Master”
“Master this nameless slave, thanks you for owning her, she truly hopes you will be pleased by every aspect of her service Master.”
He tossed the whip to the floor.
“Fetch it.”
On all fours she fetched the whip in her mouth.
She waited at his feet while the two men drank some more.
She waited for her first whipping & rape. It would not be her last.