Raffled & Raped

The two men took their time over their drinks. Calling a slave over for more refreshments while the now nameless slave waited, humiliated & frightened. In spite of her obvious situation It should more properly be called her predicament. Her treatment in recent days. She still foolishly hoped that Master Marcus, might still take her away again along the coast. She was facing away from them to the busy tavern. All she could see however were the sandaled feet of the masters, & the bare feet of the slaves rushing to serve them. Her proper position. The thick leather whip was getting increasingly difficult to hold in her slimy veil. The stink of his pleasure, slippery moistened by her hot breath, invaded & filled her nostrils. The thick lumpy taste of him still thickly smeared on her lips, her mouth. How she had hoped for this moment, aching, squirming, crying quietly, listening to yasmin’s rape. How foolish she had been, how feminine, how pitiable. How deserving of her bondage. & how pleasant it was to put such girls to the branding iron.
She had felt rather than heard the air crack loudly as the whip struck her, for the first time. She had eventually been sent to the stocks, in the punishment alcove. The small curtained alcove, had been left open. She was hooded & facing the wall, but was clearly visible to most of the tavern. Her muffled horrible screams, enticed the other slaves to even more exacting obedience.
She had been pecker gagged.
“Do you know I’m going to whip you slave?”
Her muffled reply had been unsatisfactory.
He asked her again while the first lash ripened on her rear.
Her next reply was only slightly less muffled, how could it have been otherwise. But he was satisfied.
“You are not to informed, why you are being punished, curiosity is unbecoming in a slavegirl. Suffice it to say It pleases me to punish me.”
Her beating began. Master Marcus watched as pleased with her punishment, as he was pleased by the girl kneeling between his knees. Fifty lashes left the creamy flesh of her rump red and puffy, it quickly pinkened prettily. The slave whips even the dreadful punishment whip is designed not to damage flesh but to inflict deliberate & intense pain. She felt raw. Sobbing as she was released from the stocks and cowered over his feet kissing them in pain & terror. Master Marcus began to come as he watched the now nameless slave kissing the whip.
Her first rape was drawn as a lottery. She had been leashed & led round the tavern by another slave. Stopping to kneel before each of the patrons in turn. She had begged each to enjoy her first rape. Some of the men dismissed her instantly. Others added a coin like numbered token to the belled chain around her belly. The tokens had a value of one beer. Others had her kneel & demonstrate her charms for them. Only deciding whether to enter the raffle after they had come in her face. After she had been led around the tavern for an hour or so twenty coins hung from her chain. Kneeling in front of the tavern the coins were remove from the chain & put into a rape hood, she selected each token in turn from the hood. The coins were then put back on the belt in order. Stupidly she wondered why so much care was being taken over this. Just for her first rape. When the hood was empty it was pulled over her head & buckled closed. She was then whipped to an alcove. The chain with its coins was hung outside.
In the alcove her wrists were braceleted behind her attached to a thin steel ring locked around her waist. Her ankles were held widely apart by a spreader bar. She was pushed face down on the rape mat & chained there.
He had entered the alcove quietly, not speaking he had opened his tunic & entered her slowly until his erection felt the resistance of her hymen. Then with a quick thrust he had torn it aside. She had squealed & bucked pleasingly at this. He enjoyed her sudden spasm of intimate pain. He wasn’t particularly violent or rough with her. Just vigorous & forceful until he felt himself begin to come, as she began to moan helplessly as the her first orgasm overtook her. The surrender that she had yearned for was incredible. She yielded everything to him. Eternally & innately she was just the slave He was the Master. He then raped her anally, exulting in her cries of distress & discomfort, as he came & she came shamefully to him again. He as most Goreans are, was a large man & she was very tight, & her repression was physical as well as psychological. She was shamed emotionally as she sobbed with joy under his absolute command.
Finished he pulled out of her. Or so he thought in his withdrawal from her delightfully tight anus he ejaculated a stream across her back. Laughing with pleasure he slapped her bottom firmly in appreciation. Master Marcus stood up & replaced his tunic. He had accepted a slightly lower price for her to take her virginity, only the cost of a couple of cold beers. Possibly more than her rape was worth. But then again he had just restrained from raping her, across the desert. Her value was throwaway, as was a spilt beer. She didn’t & would never know it was him. Nor would she ever know his or any other of her many masters. She was not permitted to sully a mans name with her tongue.
Leaving the curtains open as he left her. He snapped his fingers for a slave to fetch him another drink & to clean him.
The tavern owner shouted “Next!”
The curtain was left open, as the next man entered her.