"I will now choose which of you I will keep, or sell."
Kneeling in a row before me on the floor boards were all my slaves except for Amber (she I knew I would keep, in any case). Each girl knelt sitting back on their heels with their thighs apart, hands down on the floor boards with their breasts hanging forward, squeezed between their arms. I had even removed their collars; I would sell them tomorrow in nothing but their bare skins.
They glanced up at me with anxious eyes before looking back down. There was a sadness about Haley; the energy had been sucked out of her. I do not think she ever considered that she may be sold.
Foolish girl. This was Hyperborea, not the Ice Lands.
"Master," said a quiet voice. It was the 19-year-old Shemite. She regarded me with her hazel eyes. "May this slave girl speak?" Slaves in Shem are often taught to speak in third person.
"You may, Female." I had not yet given her a name.
"If this may be this slave’s last night kneeling before you, then maybe she thank you for saving her life?"
I regarded the petite creature. Her arms and legs were slender, her breasts small but perky and well-shaped, the nipples dark brown. A small, upside down triangle was branded on her smooth pelvis. Her behind was well-rounded and somewhat larger than I expected for a girl as small and delicate as she was.
"Yes," I said.
"Thank you, Master!" She smiled and crawled forward.
She crouched down before my feet, cast her hair aside, and started kissing my foot. She stuck her tongue out: I raised up my foot and she licked the sole, again and again. She rose up on her knees and sought out my hand with her open mouth. I held out my palm and she liked it, tongue sticking all the way out as her head moved up and down. She closed her lips around my finger and sucked it suggestively, looking up at me while she did so.
I gripped her by her hair.
I pulled down my pants and kicked them off. I thrust her head into my crotch: she sucked and kissed my cock with her tongue, and cupped my testicles in one hand. The other gripped the shaft and stroked it gently, back and forth.
"New sluts," I beckoned, "come."
Haley looked away while the other slave girls crawled forward.
I gripped the Shemite's head with both hands and rocked her head faster and harder. Semen and saliva gleamed as it squeezed over her lips. I pulled her head back and she gasped. Then I shoved it back forward and kept on fucking her.
"Do not swallow," I said, and ejaculated. It was a big load.
"Spit it over your self," I pulled my penis out.
She carefully pushed the milky gray out of her mouth; it poured down her lip, chin, throat. Trails began running down her breasts.
"Lick it off her," I said to the other slave girls, and wiped my penis on the Shemite's face.
I stepped back and watched as Naya, Lena, and the Shang crowded around the girl and started licking my semen off her breasts and neck.
The feeling this gave me was indescribable. There was the aesthetic joy of seeing such beautiful, young, women completely naked, mixed with the erotic delight of watching them move. Naya turned her head to the side and licked the side of Shemite's neck. The Shang put her head against the Shemite’s belly and slurped semen as it dripped off her breasts. Lena, unprompted, put her head down between the Shemite’s thighs and started licking her out. The Shemite squealed and grabbed Lena by her hair.
On top of this delight, was the feeling of complete and utter power. I owned these females. They would do whatever I told them. They were mine to beat, breed, or use as playthings.
Behind me on a side table was the pot of black paint and the brush. I picked up the brush and dipped it in; the paint came away dripping thick as oil
Haley looked at the brush, at me, and then away.
"You are a pretty piece of meat," I gripped the Shang’s hair, "but you are a bit short.” I pulled her off the Shemite and turned her to face me; her expression was fearful and surprised.
“You have strong, thick, thighs and calves,” I continued. “They make you better for a farm than as a plaything for my bed." I turned her around and made her sit back on her heels. I put the brush to her shoulder blade and painted a "5." She was easily worth six or seven gold, but I wanted her to be affordable to the average farmer. I did not want her to end up worked to death in a mine.
“You will be happier yoked to a plough and stepping through mud, picking fruit under a whip, and being bred in a slave pen with your legs chained apart.”
She said nothing, but I think she understood just fine.
I pointed back to the wall and she crawled to it and knelt.
"You," I regarded Lena.
"No, Master!" She grabbed my leg with both arms, "please do not sell me! Please-"
I gripped her by her throat and pushed back, making her bend backwards like a bow. She planted her hands on the floor behind her.
I painted a "10" on her belly. Lena was an eight or nine, but she had dark hair and if not pale, at least tanned skin. I hoped to sell her to the Servants. Would she meet their threshold?
“Go,” I pointed to the wall.
Weeping, she crawled to it.
“And now you,” I sat down on the floor and pulled the Shemite across my lap, as if to spank her. She squirmed deliciously and looked back at me.
"Ow!" She cried, a red handprint forming almost immediately on her large, delightful behind. "Ow!"
I pulled one butt cheek to the side and painted her price there. I priced her at a "seven," and held her buttocks apart while the paint dried.
“You are too delicate for farm or mine work,” I said, “but you would draw many returning customers with your wrists bound in silk ties and your cunt pierced with golden rings.”
“Gold rings, Master?”
“Oh yes.”
A brothel owner would check between her buttocks, and I reckoned any man who laid his hands on them would very much want to own them. I know I did.
“Go,” I said pushing her off, once the price had dried.
“Yes, Master!” she rushed to her spot and knelt. “Thank you Master!”
I regarded Naya; the last of the new girls.
She swallowed nervously and sat up straight, head down.
"There is seed on the floor," I pointed to some that had dripped.
She put her head down immediately and licked it off.
"Now, to the bed," I pointed, "Haley, you too. I would enjoy the girls I am choosing to keep."
"Yes, Master!"
I had never seen my lovely Amazon rush to my bed so fast.
On the bed, both nudes regarded me.
"Take her arms," I said to Haley. "Hold her down."
"Of course, Master!" Haley seized Naya’s hands and pulled them to her lap. Naya tried to pull her hands free, but she could not; the Siberian was stronger.
I grabbed Naya by her ankles and yanked. She squealed as I spread her legs on the bed. I released one shapely ankle and picked up a short, leather, flogger off the side table. It was the same one Haley had disciplined her with.
"Oh!" Naya cried out as the flogger struck across her buttocks. I struck her again and she tried to jerk free, but we held her steady. Haley laughed: I had suspected that she was a sadist. Now, I knew.
I whipped Naya’s behind again and again. She cried out with each stroke, squealing, moaning, begging. I stopped only when her buttocks were quite red and warm to the touch.
I pushed her thighs apart, knelt over her, and pushed my penis into her vagina.
She threw her head back and gasped loudly, eyes wide
"You slut!" she was hot and soaking wet; I had slipped into her like she was warm butter. I pulled her thighs against me and began pounding her, flesh slapping loud against flesh.
“Master!” Naya moaned out loud, “Master!” She threw her head back and her mouth went wide open. She started screaming; they would have heard her right across Ebugal.
I came; I pressed my penis in deep. Naya turned her head back and looked at me; her face was flushed, her eyes filled with adoration.
"Come here!" Haley cried out as I grabbed her tight by the hair, my knuckles digging against her roots. "Come here, slut!"
I pulled her alongside Naya and shoved her face in the Hyperborean native’s crotch. I pushed hard, squashing Haley's nose.
"Lick it all out," I commanded. "Fill your mouth!"
Haley's jaw moved and her lips pursed against Naya’s vagina. There were loud sucking sounds as she drew out my semen and Naya’s juices.
"Fill your mouth," I kept a steady grip on her hair. "You will not raise your head until your cheeks are bulging."
Naya moaned and closed her eyes, legs squirming and curling her toes: Haley was using her tongue.
"Good Slave," I said, at last, and pulled up Haley's head. Her lips were pressed together; her mouth quite full. She regarded me, her face red.
"Spit it in her face!"
Naya winced and jerked suddenly as Haley spat, milky fluid exploded over her face. Thick saliva and mucus hung in strings from Haley's lips. Strings quivering from Nyers nose, eyelids, and cheeks. It dripped down her chin, neck, and breasts. She opened her eyes and both girls looked to me.
I picked up a long, heavy chain off the floor. I forced both girls closer till their thighs, bellies, and large breasts (which I first slapped) were squeezed together. Then I wrapped the chain around their throats, tying them together with iron.
"Kiss, Slaves."
They obeyed. Haley was more aggressive, gripping Naya by her face and sticking her tongue down her throat. The ‘sex slime’ on Naya’s face smeared all over Haley’s. Both girls closed their eyes and moaned softly, in the beautiful way women do when they have sex with each other.
I pulled Haley's hand away and placed it between Naya's thighs. Haley slipped her fingers into Naya’s vagina and began stimulating her. I put Naya’s hands between Haley's thighs. Immediately, Naya got to work.
Haley jerked and made muffled cry as the flogger struck across her shoulders.
"Continue," I raised the whip again, "if you stop kissing, I will punish you both."
Both girls moaned as they kissed and masturbated the other, jolting and thrusting against the other as the flogger struck them. They watched me nervously out of the corners of their eyes, but did not break their kiss.
Finally, Haley started to squirm and close her eyes, rubbing up against Nyers fingers. She moaned loud and squeezed her thighs together, her feet whitening as she clenched her toes and orgasmed. Her face flushed, she stared into Naya’s eyes and stroked the girl's hair.
Soon, it was Naya’s turn to orgasm. She squealed and clutched Haley sides, her fingers like claws. Then, all of a sudden, she melted against the Siberian. Both girls breathed heavily and held each other, dripping with sweat.
I removed the chain from around their throats and fitted them with collars and chain leashes as they panted. I sat in bed with my back to the wall, and pulled them to me.
“Come, pets.”
They smiled and crawled forward on their hands and knees. I pulled their heads into place between my thighs and they got to work. They licked my balls and penis, taking turns blowing my cock. They kept looking at each other and giggling, and then up at me.
I wrapped their leashes around my hand. In the other, I held the whip.
It is another indescribable feeling, seeing beautiful slave girls such. You are their universe; all they want is your approval. Everything they fear, is your whip.
I could feel the ejaculation coming on. I stood up in the bed, my foot on their chains so they could not rise up from their elbows and knees. I grabbed my penis and sprayed semen over their backs. I squeezed out every drop, both girls remained still.
I got off the bed, pulled up a stool, and sat to watch them.
"Keep very still," I said, raising the whip. "If any of my seed drips off your backs, I will crucify you."