Cold winds had blown in from the mountains; they howled through the trees and made small, choppy waves in the river. Outside the evening was biting cold; one's breath formed clouds, and the guards blew on their fingers and wrapped themselves in furs.
Even the slaves were protected; tents were put up, and they were crammed into them, 10 girls huddling together in each. Any that had been set to outdoor tasks wore rags that did little to protect them but were better than nothing.
Inside my tent though, it was warm and cozy. I sat on a box and worked on my maps of the region. I had traveled further and further out each day, taking notes. I had seen ruins that the other slavers had told me had been left behind by previous slaver expeditions (some even from thousands of years ago). These were earthworks or stone towers that slaves had been put to, as part of their training. They were legacies to the success of their captors, as were Rindar's wall would be.
However, I did not think the slavers were right, about all the ruins. Many ruins seemed to have a common style. They were built out of hard-packed earth: an extremely strong building material known to most ancient cultures, but greatly labor-intensive. Slave works were meant to impress, part of the legacy of the men who organized slaving expeditions. Larger, more impressive structures could be built from stone or clay bricks, and for less trouble.
The similar ruins also seemed to be of larger dimensions than those humans would be most comfortable with; taller and wider spaced steps, for example. Architecture may become grand, but steps are always in some way practical. All these ruins were closer to the water, or where water had once been. On my latest venture, I had found a wall with markings on it-markings similar to the hieroglyphics on the well that was in the center of our camp.
"Master."
Haley looked up, throwing her hair to the side. She looked at me with large, puzzled eyes. She lay on her side with her ankles and wrists crossed in front of her (many slave postures involve crossing wrists or ankles to facilitate binding).
"Did you speak, Slave?"
"No, Master!"
"Master," came the whisper again. It was from outside the tent.
"Enter, Slave."
The tent flap opened, and Amber, the Ohioan, crept inside.
She got on her knees and crouched down, her face towards the ground, her wrists crossed over her lap. She wore a simple fur wrap that covered her from her buttocks to breasts. A knot over her shoulder held it in place. Her brand mark, just hours old, was quite visible.
"What is your business, Slave?"
She did not speak. Haley stared and quickly looked at me, and then over to my whip.
"I have no business, Master," she said just before I gripped the whip to punish her. "I came, Master, to see if you would let me kneel at your feet."
I was confused.
"Did someone send you?"
"No, Master," she said to the ground. She spoke common with a Midwestern accent.
I was more confused.
"Then, why are you here?"
I want to kneel before you," she said quietly.
I looked over to Haley, who shook her head and looked down. She eyed Amber with what seemed both concern and puzzlement.
I found myself staring at Amber's brand. Was she here because she thought she was my property now?
I found the idea delightful.
"Who is your master, Amber?"
"You are, Master," she looked up at me. Her eyes were dark, focused-and devoted.
"Have you been sold, or given as a gift?"
"No, Master."
"Then, you do not have a Master. You are just another slave awaiting the auction block."
She stared at my feet.
"You are my Master."
I stood over her.
"You are out without permission. When you get back to your pit, if they notice, then you will be whipped."
"Yes, Master."
I took a step closer.
"Did you not think that I would whip you for that, myself?"
She looked up, eyes suddenly wide. Clearly, she had not.
"Stand by the tent pole, Slave."
Amber got up and quickly went to the tent pole, standing right in front of it. She looked straight ahead. Along the tent pole were the iron rings for chaining slaves to. On either side of the pole, about 2 yards apart were a pair of iron, tent pegs that had been rammed into the ground. Beside one of the pegs were some lengths of rope that had been arranged in coils.
I got behind Amber. She was no longer shivering: the warm coziness of the tent had got to her, and her pale flesh was turning back to a warm gold. In the corner of the tent, Haley quickly got to her knees and crouched over, wrists crossed over her lap. It was, she had no doubt decided, a good time to show submission.
"Let's see your body, Slave," I took hold of the knot tied over her shoulder, and loosened it.
The fur slid off her body and settled in a pile at her pretty feet. I beheld the cut of her shoulder blades, the smooth muscle running down her back, her large and well-formed, bubble behind. She was a fantastic beauty; a body like this you had to pay good money to see back in the 21st.
I stooped and grabbed a length of rope.
"Hands above your head."
She quickly raised them. I tied her wrists and threw the end of the rope through a ring at the top of the tent pole.
The first tug on the rope took up all the slack.
The second tug, made Amber step right against the pole, rising up on the pads of her feet.
"Oh!"
The third tug yanked her off her feet, and into the air. She swung back and forth a few times before stopping. I admired the long, slim, muscular legs.
I secured the rope. Then, I spread her legs and tied each ankle to an iron pin. In this way, I made her body form a triangle; one point was her wrists high above her head. The other two, her spread apart feet. She grunted at the discomfort; I had stretched her tight.
"Now, I will punish you for sneaking out without permission."
I took my whip, stretch my arm back, and struck her across her back.
"Ow!" She cried out.
I struck her again across the buttocks, then along her thigh.
It was not a severe thrashing that I gave her; her skin was not cut not bruised. However, I made sure to target the fleshy, painful areas. A whipping is a whipping.
By the fourth strike, she was crying out loud, struggling against her ropes. I took my time, pacing the strikes so she could not prepare for them. I gave her a total of 10 lashes, then put the whip aside.
"When I return you, I will tell the guards what you did, and that I punished you. If they wish to punish you further after that, then that is your fate."
"Yes, Master."
"But I will not return you tonight. It is too cold out. Haley," I snapped my fingers and pointed to a leather bag. "Get the oil, Slave."
Haley jumped to her feet and rushed to the leather bag. She pulled out a large, stoppered bottle with clear oil in it. She pulled open the stopper with a pop; a smell like lavender mixed with citrus filled the tent.
"Oil her, Slave."
"Yes, Master," said Haley.
She stepped up to Amber, still stretched on the robes, and poured some oil into her palm. She pressed it against Amber's belly and began to rub. I took a step back to watch the lovely sight. Haley's hands moved up and down Amber's back, tracing the muscles and running along her spine. Amber's arms and legs were soon gleaming. She offered no protest as Haley carefully rubbed the girl's well-developed breasts. She finished with Amber's buttocks, massaging them as she worked.
"No," I stepped forward. "More in there." I held out my hand.
Haley, head down, poured some oil into my palm. I quickly rubbed the oil over my fingers and slipped my hand between Amber's buttocks. I reached in and stroked her labia, then slipped two fingers into her vagina.
"Ooh!" Her eyes became wide, and her legs pulled on their bonds.
I oiled her cunt. It was hardly necessary; she was already quite wet.
"Now oil yourself. If it is not done well, you will find your self tied to the pole and whipped, next."
"Yes, Master," said the blonde, looking down and quickly rubbing oil over her breasts, making them jiggle back and forth.
I untied Amber and let her down. The oiled, tanned, brunette got down before me on her hands and knees, crossing her wrists and putting her for head down to them.
"You have got your wish it seems," I said. "You are kneeling at my feet."
"Yes, Master," she said quietly. "Thank you."
I went to the same leather bag that Haley had produced the massage oil from, and produced an iron collar. It was made from two parts connected by a hinge. Its end was a thick, locking mechanism. It was identical to the one I had collared Haley with. Runes were carved on it that read in low common, "property of Gerard Stone." I opened it and stepped back to Amber.
"Do you know what this is?"
She quickly looked up, her eyes focusing on the iron I held over her.
"It is a slave collar, Master. And, it has the same mark that you branded your own slave with."
"You have a good eye. When a man buys a girl, he makes her wear one. Do you want to know what it feels like?"
Her face brightened.
"Yes, Master!"
I got down on one knee in front of her and lifted up her chain so that she looked up at me. Her eyes were sparkling.
"You have been protected so far. But once I see my name around your throat, I will treat you like it belongs there. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Master! I want to be yours! Collar me, I beg you."
I reached down and sank my hand into her soft, chestnut brown, hair. Gently, I lifted it up and pushed it aside, bearing her slender neck. I made her sit up on her knees. She stared at me, I could feel the warmth coming off her body. Her gleaming breasts rose and fell with each breath.
I gripped her by her hair to keep her head steady and pressed the iron collar against her throat. I squeezed, and it snapped shut, locking. Amber squealed in delight and quickly reached up and touched it; it was a good, snug fit.
"You look beautiful," I said.
"Thank you, Master," she replied grinning.
It warmed my heart to see such simple and complete happiness.
"I am done, Master," said Haley. She stood with her feet apart, and her arms held out, forming a star-shaped. "Does master wish to examine me?"
"Yes," I got up. "Stay there," I said to Amber, pointing at her.
"Yes, Master," she giggled and crossed her wrists over her lap.
I examined Haley's oiling. She had done it well, she had even oiled her vagina as I had done to Amber. She eyed me, anxiously.
"Go and kneel with the other slave."
"Yes, Master," she quickly went and got down beside Amber, their shoulders and hips brushing against each other.
I got two thin, short, chains and leashed both girls.
"Come," I lead them crawling on their hands and knees, their chains clinking and swaying.
First, I went around the tent clockwise, then anticlockwise. I studied their gleaming, tanned bodies; both girls moved well and without hesitation. They also kept pace with each other; there seemed to be no rivalry between them.
I sat down on a knee-height box that faced the pile of sleeping furs. I directed both girls to the furs, they looked up at me on their hands and knees.
"Serve me."
Both girls pushed forward, their oiled shoulders rubbing against each other.
Amber lowered her head, turning it aside, and opening her mouth. She closed her eyes as her lips found my testicles. She kissed them and licked them before closing her mouth over them. She made loud, indulgent, sucking noises.
Haley pressed her face into my crotch, nuzzling where the shaft emerged, and licking my pubic hair. She turned her head sideways and ran her parted lips up and down the shaft, licking as she went.
Amber spat out my balls and rubbed her cheek against my penis. Both girls tried to suck on the head, and their cheeks were pressed against each other. They giggled, and Amber deferred to Haley. Haley, a generous and giving lover, moved her head back and motioned for Amber to proceed.
The brunette opened her mouth, and full, soft lips closed over my shaft. I felt the warmth of Amber's mouth, and her tongue licking the tip of my cock as if it was an ice cream. She began to rock her head back and forth, her long, chestnut hair tossing with each motion.
I stood up slowly; both girls rose up on their knees. Amber sucking my cock, while Haley stuck her head under my testicles, licking and kissing them.
I wound their leash chains around my hands till the chains went taut. I looked down at the two, oiled, beautiful women.
They would do anything I told them to.
I could do anything I wanted to them.
The rush, of power and arousal, was incredible.
The two slaves kept making eye contact, then Amber took Haley's hand. Haley did not resist; the Siberian beauty was from a time with no hangups or complicated life choices.
Amber choked and pulled her head back, long strings of saliva and semen hanging from her lips to my penis, like swinging rope bridges. She choked again, then put her head over my penis and pressed her lips, drawing back and collecting all the sticky liquid. She turned and pressed her lips to Haley's forehead.
Haley closed her eyes and was still.
Amber gently spat up the liquid on to Haley's face. It dripped down over Haley's eyes, nose, mouth, and chin, falling in thick, sticky drops onto her breasts.
Amber stuck her tongue all the way out and licked it off Haley's face. She swallowed, and the two girls kissed, breasts pressed together, eyes shut tight.
I let them have their fun.
Giggling, both girls looked back up at me, and Amber returned to serving my penis. She rocked her head back and forth quickly, I felt ejaculation coming on. I reached down and pressed her head over my penis, her nose forced against my crotch. I ejaculated; she kept still while I filled her mouth. When I was done, I pulled out and looked down at my pets.
Amber opened her mouth to show me the milky gray liquid inside.
I cupped my hand in front of her face.
"Spit it out, Slave."
She pursed her lips over my palm and carefully spat out the semen. She sat back, quickly licking her teeth and swallowing.
I reached down and dabbed a finger into the semen. Then, I anointed Amber's forehead and cheeks with it. I did another dab and anointed Haley's face. Then, I cupped my hands together, letting the semen running between them.
"Drink, Slaves."
Both put their heads down, cheek to cheek, licking my hands clean.
I enjoyed both the sight and the feeling.
"Lie down on your side," I said to Amber. She immediately lay down on her side in the furs. Reflexively, she crossed her ankles and her wrists in front of her.
"Turn around," I directed Haley, pointing.
"Yes, Master," she changed her facing.
"Now lie down as well. And face Amber."
Haley lay down on her side, mirroring Amber's position. However, Haley's face was towards Amber's belly and vice versa.
I pulled Amber's legs apart, took hold of Haley by her hair, and pushed her face into Amber's crotch.
"Please her, Slave."
Haley's head pushed forward, and I could hear the sound of licking.
"Oh, oh, wow!" Said Amber, her eyes going wide and her lips parting. She reached down and clasped Haley's head in her hands.
Next, I pulled Haley's legs apart and grabbed Amber by her hair.
"You will please your sister, in kind." With that, I pushed her head between Haley's thighs.
What followed was a most pleasing ‘69' display.
Both girls began to moan, fidgeting, and clenching their thighs around the other's head. I let them carry on like that for a period, Until their moaning became faster and higher-pitched, their bodies moving with more energy. They would reach orgasm soon.
I got down beside the girls and pulled them apart, yanking on their leashes. They whined in protest, rising up on their hands and knees. I made them face the same way, side-by-side. Their large, well-shaped buttocks were facing me.
I reached between their thighs, slipping my fingers into their vaginas. Amber cried out and breathed heavily. Haley groaned and put her head down to the furs.
I worked them both, their vaginal muscles clenching around my fingers and their bodies rocking, trying to force my fingers into them, even deeper. Amber began to cry out first; clenching her hands and toes, her body flushed. Her whole body clenched, and she orgasmed. She quickly looked back at me, her eyes full of last.
"I love you, Master!"
Then, Haley orgasmed; howling and biting down on the fur. She collapsed into a warm, soft pile.
"Thank you, Master," her eyes were dreamy.
I held my dripping fingers in front of each girl. They open their mouths and quickly licked them clean. Then, both girls turned to face me, one girl's thigh pressed against the other's.
I removed the chains from their throats and instead tied each girl by the ankle to one of the iron pins rammed into the ground. I then lay down in the furs.
"Come," I snapped my fingers.
On their hands and knees, the two slaves crawled to me on either side. I lay back, one arm around each naked, oiled, slave.
"That is what it is like, Slave," I said to Amber, her head resting on my chest. "To be owned by me."
"She ran her hand through the hairs on my chest.
"I wish that you owned me," she said quietly.
"Tomorrow, I will take back the collar and send you on your way. I will say that I punished you. Whether or not they whip you as well, will depend on them."
"Yes, Master."
"Now sleep."
Both girls closed their eyes.
"Master?" I heard barely a minute later.
"That is not sleeping."
"I am sorry, Master. But will you buy me?"
"Sleep, or I will punish you."
There were no more interruptions after that.
***
Several hours later, just before dawn, I was awoken by the sounds of men yelling and weapons being grabbed.
I sat up with a start. Haley tried to stand, but I pushed her back down to the furs.
"Remain on the ground," I said, as I got to my feet and grabbed my sword.
I emerge from the tent, Duzil and Fogrim were up, Duzil with a spear held at the ready, and Fogrim holding up a flaming brand. Beyond our tents, I could see other men rushing about, pulling on armor as they went.
"What is it? Are we being attacked?"
"The attack is done," said Duzil. His face was grave. "Three guards have just been found with their throats slit. The slaves in the tent they were protecting are all gone."
Little did we know what we were up against.
"We find what has been stalking us," said Fogrim, glaring, "be it man, beast, or God. And we will repay it 100 times what it has done!"