I stood in a cell pit filled with cages.
They were stacked one atop the other, each a cube 3 feet on its side. Crouching inside them were slave girls. Many were not even yet branded, and some still wore scraps of the clothing they had been seized in. They eyed me like rats cornered by a dog. I regarded them, and they quickly looked away.
One held my gaze too long: a tall, slender, delicate brunette with pale skin and large brown eyes. Her long, dark brown hair fell in gentle curls. She must have been about 22 or 23.
My hand held two leash chains, their open, iron collars clinking over the flagstones as I dragged them. I stopped in front of the delicate brunette's cage and she turned her head away. She looked back for an instant and despair crept across her face.
"Please, Master," she shook her head.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a fist-sized disk of black marble. On one side lines of runes had been carved by a master artisan. On the other, a hoofed-creature with long, tree-like tentacles had been carved.
“Do you know what this is, slave?”
She stared at it, then at me.
“No, Master.”
“These pits master breeder had it made for me,” I rubbed the runes with my thumb. “They say I’m in good health, smarter than most but not by much, and that I’m from very far away. Do you know why he had it made for me?”
“No, Master.”
“I’ll show you why.”
I opened her cage door and swung it open.
She tried to shrink back into the cage as I reached in and grabbed her throat. She jerked at my touch, her skin was cool, smooth, soft. I felt her swallow, beneath my fingers.
"Master-"
I dragged her out of the cage. She collapsed on her hands and knees before me, her head down.
I moved her hair aside, baring her pale, long, neck. She was tall, perhaps 5’9’’ or 5’10’’. I pressed the iron collar over her neck and forced it shut. There was a dull , grinding sound as the crude device locked.
I continued down the aisle of cages, the tall, naked brunette crawling after me on her hands and knees.
Hyperborean slave girls are strange. Most within a week of being bought, will start dripping between their legs if their master so much as touches them. Yet, when those same slaves are put to breed, they kick up a huge fuss - a fuss their masters indulge. I had thought it was just Fogrim who did that, but Master Breeder Rugaru told me it was common.
The females I passed gave me dirty looks. They had the diverse, mixed-races features of Ebugal’s urban residents. Some Shang and Siberian girls were the only ones who did not seem overly disturbed by my presence. Like me they were foreigners; we didn't see what the fuss was about.
I found a pair of green eyes that tried to glare me out of existence. They belong to a tanned young woman of 18 or 19, with long, dirty blonde hair. She was not as tall as the brunette, but there was an athletic curve to her muscles. Her look became one of pure hatred as I admired the flatness of her belly and her large, jiggling breasts. The nipples were dark brown - and quite erect.
"Be off with you, you cur!" She snarled, her fingers whitening around the cage bars.
I stroked her knuckles.
She jerked her hand back and kicked at where my fingers had been, with a pretty foot.
I opened the cage in a flash, and grabbed her by the ankle.
"Swine!" She tried to kick her leg free.
I yanked her out of the cage, she cried out as she hit the ground. Before she could recover I was upon her: I flipped her onto her front and on top of her, my knee pressed into her back. She raged at me and gritted her teeth, legs kicking and arms trying to push herself upright. I grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her back, crossing them.
"You won't to breed me!" She screamed. "I won't be bred!"
I bound her wrists and then ankles with some rope. She kept on hollering as I threw her over my shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.
"Ready?" I said to the brunette. She was kneeling, one hand up to her mouth, aghast.
“On your hands and knees,” I tugged on her leash.
“Yes, Master,” she got back on all fours.
I took the two slaves to my assigned breeding pit.
***
The afternoon sun fell sideways through the overhead cage bars.
The pit’s walls were lined with grey, rough cut stone shot with green mineral veins. On the stone floor was a row of five, heavy, iron rings, affixed to the flagstones. In front of each was a clay cup; all but one was filled with a bright blue-white liquid, like milk mixed with blue food coloring. One cup had been drained.
On the cell pit’s back wall was painting of the same creature on my stone disk; it had been done with a blue dye that sparkled with crushed quartz.
Lying on the floor with her throat chained to the first ring, was a naked slave girl. She had the beige skin and blended features of Shang-Bharaji ancestry. She lay curled up, her large breasts heaving as she breathed. Her body gleamed with sweat and she smelled of sex. She looked up at me as I entered, a lock of thick, shining, black hair falling over her face. Her lips were stained bright blue-white.
"Master!" She called out, reaching for my foot.
I kicked her away. She yelped and recoiled.
I lowered the writhing blonde to the floor. She rolled onto her back and try to kick me with her bound feet.
I drew my hand back and slapped her.
"Ai!" She cried out, wincing as her head was thrown to the side. She gave me a sullen, stricken look but stopped kicking.
I collared her, and attached her chain to the second iron ring.
"You," I pointed to the tall brunette, "Lovely Legs, go there."
"Yes, Master," she said quietly, and crawled to the third iron ring.
“What is your name?” I squatted beside her and fixed her leash chain to the ring.
She looked up at me, large brown eyes anxious and uncertain.
“What is your name, Slave?”
“Lovely Legs, Master?”
“Yes, very good. Kneel.”
She knelt back on her heels, palms planted on the floor between parted knees
I untied the ankles of the blonde.
She quickly got to her knees and glared at me.
“You I’m just going to name ‘Bitch’.”
I picked up a clay up: the blue liquid smelled like rancid fat.
"Open your mouth," I said to Bitch.
She look at the cup with horror and disgust, and shuffled back on her knees till her chain when taut.
I rose and stood over her, locked her head between my thighs, and pinched her nostril shut.
She squrimed beneath me, trying to jerk her head free. I felt of her soft hair against my legs, the warmth of her skin. Finally, she opened her mouth and gasped for air-
I shoved the cup to her lips, and poured.
She spluttered and choked, I forced her mouth shut so she could not spit it out. I forced her head back, baring her throat. I waited to see it bulge.
She swallowed.
I let go of her; she panted loudly, chest rising and falling. Blue-white drops trickled down the side of her mouth. They stained her skin.
I picked up another cup and went to Lovely Legs.
"Drink this, Slave, or you saw what will happen.”
"I will drink, Master."
I got down on one knee in front of her. I pushed her soft hair back and cupped my hand under her chin. She parted her lips and I put the cup to them.
She winced as she drank, but she drank it all.
"Stick out your tongue," I ordered, standing.
She obeyed, looking up at me. I shook out the last drops into her mouth. I doubted it mattered; I just wanted to make her do it.
"Good Slave."
"Thank you, Master," Lovely Legs looked down at my feet.
I turned to Bitch.
"Oh!" She cried out as I pushed her down onto her side. She tried to get back up but I pushed her back down and onto her back. I kept one hand planted on her chest, my hand between her delightful breasts. With my knees I forced her thighs apart.
"You will submit. You will beg me to breed you."
"I will not!" Bitch’s eyes were like fires. "I will not submit to breeding by you, or any man!"
"That wasn’t a command. I was telling you what is going to happen to you."
She snorted and seemed about to reply when her eyes became wide and her lips parted to squeak. I had slipped my fingers between her legs and into her vagina.
“You’re wet! What is this game you’re playing?” I pulled out my fingers and flicked her vaginal juices in her face. “You’re dripping like a caged tavern slut!"
I reinserted my fingers and dug deep. She squealed and her vaginal muscles clenched around them. I stroked gently, moving my fingers in circles. I alternated this with thrusting them back and forth. I mapped her insides with my finger tips, as I would with any collared female. I pulled them out at intervals to fondle her labia, then again following up with thrusting
Bitch started squirming, she clenched her teeth and her face became tense.
"Slut!" I spat in her face and she winced. "How you waste my time. If I owned you, I would string you up by your ankles and whip your whole body."
Her back arched and she moaned.
"Beg," I began thrusting harder and faster, "beg me to breed you, Slave."
Bitch began to moan and her legs writhed against mine. Beside us, Lovely Legs had her hand between her thighs, masturbating as she watched us.
The blonde cried out loud and threw her leg over my waist. She was close to orgasm.
I stopped and pulled my hand out.
"Do not stop!" Her eyes became wide. "Master!"
"Beg me to breed you, Bitch."
She said nothing.
I gripped her take by her hair, wiped my fingers on her face, and waited. After a few moments, I started thrusting again with my fingers. Her energy began to build again. She cried out, face flushed, arching her head back
I pulled my hand out again.
"Master!" She barked, glaring.
"Beg to be bred, Bitch!"
"I will not!"
Again I let her arousal decline. I started thrusting again taking her close to the point of orgasm -then again stopped.
"No! She crossed her ankles behind my back, "please take me, Master! Breed me Master!"
Gripping her hair in one hand and her throat with the other, I slipped my erect penis into her.
"Ai!"
She jerked under me as I thrust back and forth. I came: I pushed in deep as I filled her.
"Master!?" she stared at me as I pulled out.
"I did not say that you would orgasm," I wiped my penis across her belly. "And you won’t. You wasted my time, Bitch."
She hollered as I slapped her, backhanded her, and then slapped her again.
I stood and faced the brunette.
"I hope you learn something from that, Lovely Legs."
"Yes, Master," she crawled to me on her hands and knees. She stopped and knelt before me, took my penis in her hand, and placed it against her cheek. She closed her eyes as she kissed it, and licked the shaft.
I got down in front of her, pushed her against me with one hand planted between her shoulder blades, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and her tongue probed eagerly. I enjoyed the feel of her hard nipples against my body and my hand snaked behind her and cupped her buttocks.
"Ah!" She jerked as I slapped her behind. I had done so quite hard.
My hand moved from between her shoulder blades to grip her collar behind her neck. I kissed her again, the slave melted into me.
She moaned and jerked as I struck her buttocks again, but I would not let her break the kiss. At the third strike she tried to pull her mouth away but I bit her lip and held her. I smacked her buttocks again and again.
I felt around for my whip. I had left on the ground, it's familiar, worn leather fitted my hand neatly. She cried out, and her body surged against mine as I struck her with it, but I still did not release her from the kiss. I whipped her buttocks, the soles of her feet, her thighs. Only when I tasted blood did I end the kiss.
She regarded me, panting, skin flushed. Then she threw herself against me, rubbing her breasts up and down and clawing my back, pressing her crotch against mine.
I pushed her off and threw her down, then turned her roughly onto her front. Her pale buttocks were red with the thrashing I had given her. I pushed her thighs apart with my knees and gripped her by her collar. She started crying out as I began thrusting, buffeting her whole body.
I took my time with her. When her orgasm came she threw her head back and squealed, then a long, soundless scream followed from her wide open mouth. Her whole body became like warm butter, I pressed her face against a flagstone and finished up. She smiled blissfully as I inseminated her.
I pulled out and stood. Both girls clutched at my thighs, their cheeks touching as they licked my penis clean and sucked on my testicles.
"Will you buy me?" Asked Bitch. "I want to man like you for my Master!"
"Thank you, Master," Lovely Legs gave me an angelic smile as she wiped stringy semen from her chin and licked her fingers. "Thank you for breeding me. I will have a strong child."
"Oh, you will have more than one child," I said. "All of you will."
The Bitch, Lovely Legs, and the dark haired girl exchanged confused glances.
"More than one?" Asked Lovely Legs. "But we drank the milk of Shub Niggurath, only once."
"Yes, but those are double doses." I pointed at the cops. "You will now each give birth to four or five children."
I turned and left: I still had two more slaves to pick and breed. I dug my hand into my pocket and clutched the stone disk, realizing in that moment it was perhaps the single most important possession I had.