From an159352@anon.penet.fi Mon Sep 4 18:45:59 PDT 1995
This is my first post and was something that I wrote awhile ago. It may help you to imagine the tale taking place in the world of John Norman's Gor books. This is the only piece I'd intended to write unless people want it to continue. Feel free to email me with comments.
The Initiation of a Slave
She was brought in bound and hooded. Her breasts swung freely as she was shoved forwards every few steps. Even from here I could see that she was breathing heavily and the sheen of sweat on her flanks betrayed her fear. But then she should be afraid as all slave initiations involve pain to some degree. She would know this, but as to the degree of pain, whether playful or agonizing she was as blind in her knowledge as were her eyes. She was roughly forced to kneel before me, pulled down by her long black hair until her forehead rested on the cool flagstones. I let her take a few breaths before I reached for the whip.
The butt of the whip was cool to my hand as I lifted it. Stepping behind the slave and kneeling on one knee I placed my left hand on her hip, filling my palm with hot slave flesh. The sudden contact made her shudder and unconsciously she tried to move her curves away from my hand for the smallest time, before she had the sense to push back and rub her sweaty flesh against me in supplication. I straightened up and made a decision. With a click of my fingers and a gesture all present in the room began leaving, quickly and silently. I wanted to concentrate on this slave alone. We were not strangers.
I watched my other slaves depart, their naked bodies glowing in the torchlight. The gold and steel gleaming on them, sometimes hidden by the cascade of hair falling from their heads in colours of flaming red, deepest black and purest gold. My cock was stirring from the sight and the power as I turned my attention back to the slave at my feet.
Kneeling once again I decided to give myself a more leisurely tour of this sweet body in front of me. At the nape of her neck I brushed her thick hair to the side with the whip, letting it fall over her shoulder and fan out to the floor. She winced as the whip touched her. I smiled, she has been a slave long enough to tell the touch of a whip in any form I thought to myself.
I moved the whip to my left hand and held it on the base of her neck. With my right hand I reached under her ribs and grasped her right breast, alternately pulling it roughly by the nipple and gently kneading it against her breastbone. he breathing became quite deep and laboured until I mercifully released her. One of the greatest pleasures in owning love slaves is the granting of mercy, and of course denying it.
Placing my palm at the top of her spine I slowly began to move downwards caressing her spinal vertebrae until I arrived at her coccyx when I made circles with my index finger which made her shiver. Soon I moved my finger further downward to her most secret places. A slave does not have any secrets from her Master especially on her body, but I do not think that she truly understood this yet, but I assured myself that she would learn this lesson very well. My finger brushed the downey hairs of her ass as it traveled so very slowly to THAT place. That most secret of places, her sweetly puckered asshole. The slave tensed rigid as my finger touched her there and began gasping as I moved my finger in little circles in the sweat that ran down between her buttocks. Keeping her head low with the whip on anticipation of her moving slightly, I slowly pushed my middle finger into her ass using her sweat as lubricant. She whimpered and her anus tightened hard about my finger even though it was only an inch in. It was obvious that she had no experience at all in the sweeter arts of love but she would be making a start tonight I vowed.
I pushed further in with my finger and was satisfied to find that she almost broke position, which indicated what an unusually humiliating thing this was for her. After a few seconds my finger was fully sheathed in her warmth with my knuckles against her anus. I could hear her sobbing quietly in the hood and I let her catch her breath for a few minutes before progressing. Removing my left hand from her neck I brushed her pussy with my fingers. A muscular spasm seized her whole body and her head bobbed up and down in an intensely intimate manner. Her ass closed around my finger in a vice like grip. Holding the whip in my fist I positioned the tip at the entrance to her vagina, which was weeping with moisture (she had started to learn her slavery). The handle was fashioned in the shape of a phallus (my own, well why not?) and was quite long. Keeping the middle finger of my right hand embedded in her ass I slowly pushed the whip handle into her pussy until the tip was touching her cervix, enjoying the rhythmical contractions of her anus on my finger as her body stretched to accommodate this new invasion. She was stretched to the limit by this simple experience, not in a physical sense of course (she would have to take much larger things into her body than this) but mentally.
I quickly withdrew both my finger and the whip and moved around to face her, gathering up her hair into a bundle in my fist I jerked her head up.
"It is time for you to see your Master slave, but I will be merciful and gag you".
Taking the whip handle which was wet with her juices I forced it into her mouth through the breathing hole in the hood. She had not been taught to deep-throat yet it would seem as she could take only four inches or so before gagging, so she had another lesson to learn I thought and how I will enjoy teaching her. Of course it could have been the taste, but then she would have to learn to savour pussy juice.
Holding her head in one hand I grasped the back of the hood firmly in the other hand, pausing for a few seconds to listen to her breathing, waiting for it to become a little more even and then... off comes the hood and I pull the slaves head close as her eyes widen wonderfully and say,
"Welcome to my Harem, Jan. Slave."
Unsurprisingly she fainted. I removed the whip from her mouth and lifted her sweet weight in my arms and carried her to the bed where I held her on my lap, my back against the silk pillows.
I decided not to slap her awake just yet but to enjoy the sight of her at her most helpless. As I cradled her head in my arms she looked so vulnerable and beautiful. I gently kissed her sweet mouth and traced the outlines of her face with the back of my hand. So much pain, I thought. She will suffer so much pain. And love. And she doesn't even know which will hurt most.
End.