it is dark.......no she is wrong its more than dark its that total darkness... black ubchanged by shades of grey, she can detect no break in the surounding inky black... scared and nervous she assess' her body from head to toe.... starting at her eyes she believes she is blinking can feel her lids drop and rise of her lids....slowly she listens head cocked to one side..........
.hearing the pounding of her heart , her blood rushing through her body sounds like the echo in a shell when placed to an ear, tongue slips out and moistens lips a sigh escapes her as she realises her mouth is unbound.. swallowing ... eyes widening in the dark as she feels a constriction against her throat.... raising a hand feeling a weight at her wrist also she brings both hands together allmost in prayer as she caress each metal band surrounding her wrist's, feeling eyes dampen with tears slender hand reach and investigate her throat... fingers moving over the metal not yet warmed by her skin......sighing she alters position slightly she is curled allmost featolly the surface beneath hard and ungiving....turning to her back and stretching limbs feet touching a barrier smooth and well warn... moving her toes she discovers bars ....hands risinf over head she discovers yet more bars, crying freely she rises to knee's, knowing she is caught beyond a shadow of escape back straight she places one foot flat and presses upwards as if to stand, her body half straight BANG a small cry more of shock than pain as her head connects with what must be the roof of her place inprisonment
Sobbing quietly... body and mind in termoil she sits in a corner braced by the very bars that hold her captive... eyes furtively searching the darkness still total not a crack showing a break for a window or the seam of a door.
Her tears having wearied her in body mind and soul she slowly dozes then drifts to a deeper level of sleep. Vivid dreams follow her sleep, the horses falling, stumbling, riderless as they flee from the noise of fighting, hands roughly grabbing, clothes tearing coarse fingers grabbing her body then a shout hands releasing she falls, lands awkwardly but fights for her footing hands hold her once more her head tilted as a pair of stark grey eyes bore into her soul, her head swiftly covered, hands bound, crying out as her feet leave the ground and she shoved roughly into a vehicle, jostling body bouncing with every stone under the wooden wheels of the cart, feeling like an animal to the slaughter house she weeps quietly.
Light sudden and bright shocks her awake, jumping allmost to her knees the chains that restrain and attach her to the prison jingling angrily, eyes paining in the sudden glare she looks slowly around her seeing no one, eyes growing uccastomed to the light she studies the walls.. gasping at what she see's.
The walls are covered in wrack after wrack of wood holding all kinds of what she recognizes as whips and other tools of punishment... looking further she is afraid as she things she can imagine the use of but does not wish to consider them, on her knees eye's low from the shame she finds herself in.
A door previously unseen opens, a tall figure draped in black, the powerfull shape betraying it as male, cowering back in her corner eyes following the figure as it approaches her prison, thick fingers nimbly release the lock holding the prison sealed, long arms reach catching the chains that restrain her, dragging her back to him as she struggles heels digging into the flooring, screaming in total fear and humilation, she feels a sharp stining blow to her face, a voice telling her silence, her head once more covered as she dragged from the cage, a jingling of chains she feel her feet pulled together as the chains tighten between the metal upon her ankles, feels the pull as the same chain is threaded through the rings at her wrist, the tug as it is finally attached to the collar of metal at her throat, forced to bend at the waist to save choking she silently cries. A violent tug to the chain forces her to shuffle forward, full of fear she reluctantly follows the tugs on her leash, with her site restricted her hearing seems to be more acute, she can hear the sounds of a bustling area not a market there are no scents but she can hear women and men, then another sound breaks in, gasping as she realises what it is, trembling in fear she shuffles along listening to the lashes of a whip flying through the air and hitting flesh.
The pace of her tormentor slows, a yank to the chains forces her to her knees; her heightened hearing brings the sound of a door opening, voices to quiet to be clear, she gathers she is being given as spoils of the fight to the higher of the men, shivering in fear she feels the chains exchange hands as she is tugged forward, tripping over a raises surface only the hand holding the chains keeping her upright, moaning at the sudden pain the hands cause in keeping her upright, feeling shame heat her body as breasts bounce and jerk at the rough stop of her fall, tugging on the chains once more force her forward, underfoot the flooring changes from rough wood to soft furs as they walk along, jerked to a stop she listens, another male voice intrudes this one rich and deep allmost relaxing if she had not been in chains and humbled like the lowest slave at an auction
The hood is suddenly removed as a door shuts behind her, eyes blinking rapdily in the brightness, she stands straight and true now, allmost arrogance, yes she is afraid for her whole self body, mind and soul. Slowly she raises cool blue eyes framed by the mass of her rich brown hair, looking ahead she see's him, a shudder passes through her body he is thick set, strong looking, tall yet not overly so, dark hair framing an allmost pretty face, but its his eyes, they are cruel and hard as they appraise her body, defiantly looking into his eyes she gasps as a sudden burning pain in her back takes her to knee's, a harsh voice speaks "eyes to the floor when in His presence slut or that of any above your station here" a sardonic laugh follows the words as these words are added " and that is just about evryone in the houshold" reality sinking in she drops her head to the floor and in heart rendering sobs that would tear at the coldest heart she releases the fear she has kept inside.
Movement.... foot steps..a prod of a sharp boot toe... rise she is bid, rising to her full height..her hair sailing to settle allmost to her spine, breasts perky and high in their youthfullness settling as shoulders go back, she will have dignity through this ordeal, she must if she hopes to survive, rough hands groping breasts squeezing nipples to hardness, eyes tight she hold back cries of pain and humiliation.. hands roaming lower over taught stomach, to the dark richness that shields her woman hood, a snap of fingers, a feeling of warmth wetness, she looks down to see another girl soaping the triangle between her thighs as she prepares to remove the protective hairs the chill of a blade the scarping and removal of her most personal hairs, tears seeping under tightly closed eyelids, as her nether lips are tugged and pulled allowing her to be totally shorn.
Feeling the chill air upon her now bare womanhood she cringes, thighs closing in and automatic protective gesture, only to be slapped back open, strong hands roughly grabbing her nether lips tugging them, squeezing then moving to the nub of her womanhood, grabbing it from its hiding under the hood of skin and squeezing hard, she cannot help but cry out in pain, a sharp slap to her face is her punishment, fighting her bodies natural response to close her thighs, muscles aching she feels the hand moving along her lips to the very entrance of her womanhood, teeth gritted, eyes screwed closed body traught as an archers bow, a sharp shove to her front.. she falls landing on her back on the carpreted floor, chains jingle as they are seperated from her collars and cuffs, moaning in anguish as she feels her body slowly pulled, arms and legs wide, her womanhood totally open and vulnerable as she is attached to poles set in position in the middle of the room.
Head moving in a negative motion hair trapped beneath her body tugging on her scalp, lips forming a scream she dare not release, body stretched every muscle achingly taught, she can feel the eyes on her open body, knows she is totally vulnerable, sobs choke her, once more hands touch more gently this time, the hands are softer maybe feminine straining the muscles in her neck she tries to look upon her tormentor, head forceably snapped back as something is bound about her head covering her eyes. Sudden pain in her nipples a burning as they pinched hard, a soft voice giggling as they are released and her body relaxes, the pain returning along with the cold bite of metal, more intense nipples pinched harder, moaning as the pain does not go away, screaming feeling her nipples tugged untill her breasts are also lifted by the pulling hand.
Relief as the hand releases its hold, quiet sobs wresting from her as humiliation and pain mingle. Same soft hand caressing slowly down her stomach, her inner muscles gripping under the touch, fear high, hand slipping lower, gasping as it grips her nether lips and tugging lightly opening them as they pulled, a single finger sliding along the crease that is her womanhood, pausing at her entrance, she begins to fight in the restraints chains jingling as she pulls and tugs at them, screaming loudly ruby lips wide the sound frightening loud to her ears, mid scream her mouth is stuffed cutting the sound and leaving her to chole on it. The finger roughly intruding into her body, forcing into the centre of her womanhood, crying in shame as she feels herself penetrated.
Feeling the finger leave her body she relaxes, a sob caught by the gag, sob turning to a muffled scream of pain as a hot pain invades her womanhood, her inner walls feeling like they are being rammed by a hot poker, suddenly searing pain in her nipples aslo as the chain is once more tugged, the burning pain in her heat moving and subsiding with each stroke of the offending implement, a smell asails her nose through her pain and humilitaion, the smell of wine on heated breath as her tormentor begins to breath deeper, the thrust harder into her heat, screaming into the gag as the chain on her nipples is yanked harder, the pain searing in her heat as the thrusts grow frenzied, her tormentor moaning and shaking abover, one last deep thrust and she feels a heat flow into her, the chain releases as her tormentor moves away.
Led still spread the seed of her tormentor cooling on her thighs, nipples burning from the treatment at cruel hands, suddenly the burning in her nipples intensifies, she realises they have been released and the pain is caused by blood rushing back. A sigh leaves her lips, hope that she will now be left alone for a while by her tormentors. eyes close, willing her body to relax trying to find some comfort in her restraints. Eyes closing from exhaustion that reaches her very soul, she sleeps the sleep of the damned.
The rattling of chains brings her suddenly awake her body into alertness, feeling the hood slipped back over her head, the gag and blindfold removed with a practised ease of an experienced hand, chains rethreaded to restrain her as before, a sharp tug draws her to her feet muscles screaming from the pain of restraint then sudden monement. Following the lead of her captor she moves with small shuffling the steps the shackles forcing her to arch her feet with every step, walking slowly she senses the change in the air, the scent is that of the outdoors, fresh and crisp, her tormentor stops she thuds into his back, a hand connects to her face sharply as punishment for his stopping so it seems.
Sharp tug to the chains and she steps forward once more, foot connecting with what feels like wood, a voice tells her there are 4 steps and that she should climb them, following orders her feet find and slowly climb the steps, a rough push against her back sends her forward, a splash as she lands into a warm area of water, rough hands washing and cleansing no place on her body too personal to be cleansed by them. Sharp tugging upong the chains draws her once more from the water, rough cloth scraping against delicate skin as she is dried. Once more following the lead of the tormentor they head back to the house.
Upon entering the house they seem to move in a direction different to before, her senses reeling with new fear, wondering where she is being led. A heavy door is pulled open, she is walked into this room, by the echoes her captors booted feet make she believes she is in a high celienged large room, made of stone, stone because her bare feet can feel the chill. Tense with fear she awaits where left as her captor moves away from her, two sets of boots walk back to her, hands once more explore body softly, probing into her secret places caressing along the crack in the cheeks of her buttocks lightly pressing the rear entrance of her body. Burning pain as that finger slips into her tight passage, a cry of pain and fear, voices she can understand some words, unused, pure, mmmmm very tight the Master shall be pleased and so pretty also a pleasing prize.
Finger withdrawn from her burning passage, then slammed into her heat no warning just the searing invasion of the digit, knees weak she fights to stand, tightening in the chains help keep her upright, tears of shame coursing down pale cheeks, humilaition burning deep into her soul. Tugging on the chains as the invading finger is withdrawn, forcefully walked across the cold floor the chill seeping into her bones, another door opens, she cringes wondering if this signals another chapter in pain and humiliation.
Hood suddenly removed, eyes blink in the sudden brightness, then focus and look around, wooden benches arranged against walls, a thick pole central in the room surrounded by a pit of sand, around the sand are set stacks of wood looking like the kindling for fire. Eyes accustomed now to the light she scans the area before her, eyes alighting upon several other girls in the same manner of undress as she, nubile bodies bared to the eyes of all.
Suddenly one of the girls is brought forward lead by her metal leash of chains to the edge of the sand pit, the leash unsnapped from her collar of metal she is nudged forward into the sand pit, a flaming torch touched to the kindling as a voice commands the girl to DANCE
The girls body tenses as nervous eyes move around the area, slowly a drum beat begins, heathern and erotic, slowly the girls hips catch the rythmn, rocking on feet highly arched by the shackles, light steps she moves slave flesh gleaming in the fire light, she trips and lands upon the sand, this causes a shout for the removal of the shackles as she can go nowhere surrounded by the fire as she is. Nimble as horse leaping a fence one of the captors jumps over the flames quickly releases the shackles on the fallen girl and returns with a mighty leap to the viewing area.
Still upon the sand the girl rises to her knees, eyes closed as she absorbs the rythmn of the drums, hands rising caressing firm breasts, slender legs forcing her body upright, hips swaying, legs moving in a languid motion, hair the colour of flames shiny in the fire light, legs opening wide as hands glide to her heat, slowly down her legs bending her hands go lower caressing smooth skin, eyes now feverish she is caught by the heathen beat of the drums, spinning upon the sand toes digging into the soft giving stand she runs to the poles, jumping her hands gripping the pole, thighs opening wide allowing the viewers a peek at her heat, her own heat glistening with arousal, pressing against the pole, breasts rubbing to the chill surface as her eyes capture the glance of her Master, sliding slowly down the poles surface her slaves heat pressed to tight against the surface heat building in her. The pace of the drums rising, slave flesh now grinding into the pole her honey smearing the surface heated by her movements, sliding up and down the pole her eyes glued to those of her Owner, suddenly she releases the pole, body landing in the soft sand, her own hands roughly caressing her body, tugging and pulling at nipples, thighs opening and closing, eyes beaseaching her Master as she drags herself to her knees then upright, slave flesh glistening with flesh she moves through the pit to the closest point to her Master, falling to her knees, thighs spread wide the glistening of her womanhood open to His eyes, back straight as her firm breasts tipped by nipples of rock bounce lightly with every hard fought for breath, lungs burning she speaks "Master tonight this girl has danced for You she hopes You found her dance pleasing to You and those who accompany You". A nod of her Masters head and the same captor once more leaps the flames re-cuffing the girl and holding her leash as servants bearing buckets of water douse the flames.
Once the flames are doused the girl is tugged forward and walked back to her Master, her eyes follow the girl entranced by the savage beauty of the dance, suddenly rough hands take her attention from the girl and back to her own body, breasts aflame once more as nipples are gripped and pulled, pain as a mouth replaces the hand and teeth bite into her nipples as the mouth pulls sucking like a babe at its mother's breast, moaning her eyes catch sire of the dancer once more, upon her knees before her Master her head moving in a rythmn above His groin the movement obviously causing Him pleasure, His head is back and eyes closed, suddenly the hands on her own body leave and the chain is yanked so she is upon the rough wooden floor her knees pressing to the ground, unable to remove her eyes from the dancer, gasping as the girl is violently thrown to her back, her Master allmost pouncing between her thighs and ramming His engorged manhood deeply into the girls heat.
Gasping again feeling a heat against her lips as a hand tugs her hair tilting her head back, the damp heat against her mouth pressing harder trying to force into her mouth, looking down she gasps, mouth opening on the gasp as the swollen manhood of her captor is forced into her mouth, biting in reaction she recieves a quick sharp slap to her face, gagging violently as He slams deeper into her mouth, His gruff voice commanding her to suck, refusing shaking her head, she feels hands gripping her hair guiding her reluctant on the hot shaft in her mouth, pressing the invading cock deep everytime, her eyes tearing with shame, still refusing to syck as she wishes, He makes a signal to somone over her shoulder, tesning teeth involuntarily closing, she feels the sting of her whip upon her back, then again, and again, gasping at every sharp blow, the gasping causing her mouth to suckle on the huge member filling her mouth, realising she can suck or suffer more blows from the sucks, her mouth tightening as cheeks pull in wards, sucking as she would ipon an ice treat when a child.
The whip ceases, rough hands grab her from behind forcing her hips up, her thighs to open and her mouth to take the cock deeper, hands rough upon tender buttocks and back, wincing, fighting now as shame and humliation mount, the rough hands spreading her cheeks, she cries out around the cock now viscously pounding into her mouth, a sharp slap to her buttocks, searing pain, as voice says "you are Mine and I will use you as I wish anytime I desire to, the sooner you give in the easier it will be".
A sudden heat against against the tightness of her nether hole, a scream muffled by the cock that is swelling and leaking into her mouth, the heat rams into her rear hole filling her with a burning pain, her mouth now used in a rythmn with the invading cock in her ass, both users laughing over her back as they pound into her, moaning and heavy breathing mingle with her choked sobs, thrusts become wild, the cock in her mouth slamming her throat, the one in her ass burning and burrowing deeper, she feels the users tense and sumultaniously in her ass and her mouth their seed flows forth, gagging and choking on the hot thick substance in her mouth, fighting back her own vomit, her ass burning, the cock withdrawing, hands leaving her body she slumps to the ground.
Sobbing and spitting the vile substance from her mouth, she lays still, her rear entrance burning, feeling the substance tricking from her there also, tears streaming down burning cheeks she is pulled to her feet and roughly led to a door in the wall, her captor opens the door and pushes her through, releasing the chains that bind her limbs together the door is slammed. Allowing her gaze to wander around her surroundings, surprised to find more like herself withing the room, girls naked, wearing the same collars and shackles as she. Each girl young and pretty, bodies pert and nubile, one girl catches her eye's, she is the one that danced. Walking to the benches that surround the walls she sits tentavily the surface of the bench cold to her buttocks yet the wall soothing to her whipped back.
Eyes turn to her, slowly assesing her body and looks, the eyes friendly for a change she feels slight comfort at being with others that suffer as she does. Her own eyes full of shame she watches as the flame haired dancer moves towards her, each move delicate and erotic, her skin unmarred by whip or hand mark. Sitting besides her the flame haired one begins slowly to speak in a quiet yet frim voice, slowly understanding dawns upon her, she is here for aslong as she is found desirable, the thought of what happens when she is no longer attractive and desired is too much, she breaks down into sobs comforted in the arms of her fellow captive.
