Barbarian
Tales
Episode 1
Mistress
of the Sword
by
L'Espion
Chapter
17: Slave
Shailajas life in
Velags tent passed into weeks.
Each night she was subjected to another sexual spectacle and although
her hands still gave her some pain she was desperate to get her hands on
a sword. Velag was well aware
of this and kept her helpless, adding chains to insure her
docility. Even though she could
now have fed herself Velag would have none of it, chaining her arms above
each elbow and across her back so that her hands could not reach her mouth,
forcing her to accept her feeding by Killa and
Teela. It left her helpless and
shamed, but, there was more to fear than the chains that kept her
helpless. With each nightly session
it became more and more difficult to hide the rising passion within
her. Bathed in perspiration and
burning with the heat of desire, she could barely hold back her moans of
longing.
Shailaja knew that something
was terribly wrong. The disturbing
feelings of desire she had felt on the first night she had observed Velags
and Gorvags lovemaking with Killa and Tella had grown steadily until
her primal urges were so strong she could think of little
else. The torment remained with
her long after Gorvag and Velag had satisfied themselves, making it almost
impossible for her to sleep. Even
more dire was the fact that the unquenched cravings remained with her throughout
the day, so much so that she was barely able to contain herself when Gorvag
and Velag returned each evening.
Fear and pride, however,
kept her from giving in to her rampant
desires. She was a warrior of
the Kaltara, Clan of the Ice Wolf; she would not debase herself before such
as Velag and Gorvag, no matter how strongly her passions
raged.
However on the fifteenth
night of her captivity the matter was taken out of her hands. On this night
she was no longer chained to the heavy metal stake in the centre of the
pavilion. Instead she had been
placed on her knees, a position which Velag had explained, Was more
appropriate for a slave.
She could not move from
this position as each wrist was chained to each ankle, arching her body back
most uncomfortably and placing her at the mercy of anyone who might desire
her. She was dressed and ornamented
as she had been before, like some sort of gift to be presented to her
captors. In order to ease the
strain she gripped her ankles with each hand and took the weight on her arms,
but it was a position that could not be held long without
pain.
She had been in that position
for several turns of the glass, and her body ached from the awkwardness and
discomfort of the position. It
was then that Velag finally returned, having been absent since
mid-afternoon. She looked up
as he entered, her knees sunk into the deep
carpet. It was not the submissive
bowing of the head he would have wished, but she was not yet broken and would
not shame herself by cowering before him.
Cowering, however, was not what he had in
mind.
Behind him two more entered
and Shailaja glowered her hate. One
was Gorvag and the other Bekor. It
appeared that all her enemies had come to gloat, but they were after a bit
more than that.
You see, Your
Highness, Velag triumphed.
It is as I said. The
red-headed barbarian is here and prepared for
pleasure.
Bekor stepped toward
her. She appears eager
enough, although I found her a most reluctant participant when she was lying
under me. However, I got sweet
use from her all the same.
This time, Velag
grinned, I think you will find her much
changed. This time she will beg
you to take her as often as you are able.
Shailaja hissed in rage
at this slander. She might be
helpless, but she would no more beg for Bekor to use her than she would cut
off her breasts. But she said
nothing, not wishing to demean herself further by uttering useless
protests.
Velag clapped his
hands. We will have wine
first, and then we shall have
dessert.
At the sound of his hands
Killa, Teela, and Revtim scampered into the
room. Revtim bore with him a
pitcher of wine and three goblets.
The two slave girls brought only themselves, but it was they who Velag
put to instant use.
The Ice Maiden is
cold, Velag pronounced, but I think she may be easily
thawed. See to
it.
Much to Shailajas
shame the two slave girls descended upon her, their slender fingers stripping
her brief costume from her and baring all to
see. But that was to be the least
of her shame. They then began
to play her like a fine instrument, their fingers moving over her body, touching
and stroking her in ways that she was unable to
resist. She gasped almost immediately
and then moaned as Teelas soft and skilful lips found her
nipples. Arched back by her chains
her breasts were perfectly presented and Shailaja could do nothing to stop
her as Teela sucked her nipples into
thimble-stiffness. Killa adopted
an even more acrobatic position, sliding on her back until her head was
positioned beneath Shailajas shaved
petals. In an instant the warmth
of her tongue cleaved the ripeness of Shailajas swollen petals, driving
a sharp cry from her lips and causing her to arch her back to an even greater
extreme.
Velag laughed to see her
distress. As I said, she
is easily thawed. Already I expect
her river flows.
I will be most interested
in testing the moistness of her valley, Bekor
laughed. Yet she is still
the barbarian. She how she writhes
and twists in an attempt to deny what her body
demands.
It has been two weeks
of careful preparation, Velag responded, but I think you will find
she will deny us no longer. But
we will give her a bit more time to make sure.
As Bekor had observed, Shailaja
writhed in torment as Killa and Teela lifted her in uncontrollable
passion. She could no longer
control her cries, moaning loudly and moving her hips rhythmically as she
was swept along in a wave of passion.
Enough, Velag
ordered, sending the female slaves
scampering. Leave her wanting
more. He knelt in front
of her. Not so defiant
now, are you barbarian? He
placed his hand between her legs and slid it up her thigh toward her throbbing
petals.
Shailaja groaned, unable
to restrain her cries. You
will never break me, she gasped.
But her words rang false, forced out through clenched
teeth.
Velag reached higher, finding
her petals with a single finger, and then
two. Slowly he probed her, slipping
just a little inside her and then a little
more.
She is flowing like
a waterfall during spring flood, Velag
laughed.
Perhaps it is time
to put her to the test, chimed in Gorvag, who had stood silently drooling
while Shailaja was shamed.
Let us see if the barbarian is indeed
tamed.
I see little doubt
of that, Velag said. He
moved his fingers a little higher, caressing the spot at the apex of her
petals and the unbelievably sensitive and swollen bud that hid
there.
Shailaja screamed, releasing
her breath in a great sob as the reaction was forced from
her. Writhing under his touch
she gripped her ankles, digging in the nails until they pierced the flesh,
and arched upward, begging Velag to do even more.
He was happy to oblige her,
but he drew back letting her suffer for as long as possible, while she trembled,
waiting for the release only a man could give her.
Her body quivered with desire
as Velag, with the help of Killa and Teela stripped off his
clothing. Helpless in her need
Shailaja looked up at him, as he revealed his impressive
manhood. Desperately she fought
not to succumb to her wild passion, but she could not deny the urge that
swelled up within her.
She melts beneath
my touch, Velag smiled. He
again moved his hands over her body, sliding his hands up to her breasts,
and then bending to kiss and suckle her
nipples.
Each touch set her on
fire. Her nipples burned from
his touch and the area between her petals begged to be
plundered. Shailaja knew that
something was very wrong with her reaction, but so clouded was her mind by
her passion she could think only of assuaging her
desires.
What do you want,
barbarian? Velag teased.
Are you willing to beg for release?
Damn you, no,
Shailaja grunted between clenched teeth.
But the blush that darkened her neck, chest, and breasts; the swelling
of her petals; and the harshness of her breathing gave a lie to her
denial. Velag had her, leaving
her writhing as his hands moved over her body.
He continued to play with
her; every touch of his fingers, every caress of his lips; even the warmth
of his breath pushing her to the edge of rampant
passion. But she would not beg;
would not give in to the ravenous demands of her
body. And then Velag moved fully
between her parted thighs.
She could smell his maleness,
sense the strength and power of his massive body; but more than all of this
she could feel the thickness of his member as it pressed against her
petals. He moved against her
and she whimpered with desire.
Marana save me,
she moaned. She arched upward,
trying to take him within her, but he continued his torment, moving against
her but never fulfilling her desperate need.
Your false goddess
cannot save you now, Velag sneered.
Here Irkuz rules.
He named the cruel Belusendran
god of war, but it was not he who held her, but Selene, goddess of beauty
and love. And it was to her that
Shailaja silently prayed.
Help
me goddess; give me the strength to
resist. But Selene was not
listening. As her need became
overwhelming, her will to resist broke.
Take me, she
moaned. Take me
now.
Do you truly wish
it? Gorvag taunted. His
thumbs flicked over her taut nipples while his hands squeezed her breasts,
an action she found maddening.
I wish it, she
whimpered.
And what are you?
he temporized
I am yours,
she moaned. I am your
slave.
The words were forced out
of her; torn from her mouth by the urgency of her
desires. She knew what Velag
did and guessed what he had done, but he had her like a fish in a net and
she could refuse him nothing.
Then you shall have
what you desire, he answered, and plunged within
her.
Shailajas scream was
like to have wakened everyone in the camp, but it burst from her lips like
water breaking through an overburdened
dam. She writhed in pleasure
and in pain as he took her, giving everything to him and begging for
more.
Velag took her long and
hard, filling her completely, and reaching to the depths of her
being. Shailaja knew that she
would suffer for her pleasure the next day, but nothing could dim the sun
of her desire. Again and again
Velag pounded her, each thrust eliciting a scream of passion, until he finally
finished with her, seeding her womb with his thick spume.
I see she
was
well prepared, Bekor said.
What is your secret.
Did you use the dust on her?
Not in its usual
form, Velag answered as he replaced his
clothing.
Tharian Dust
is expensive and rather short lasting.
We have found that dissolving a few grains in alcohol and administering
it over a period of a week or more creates a longer lasting affect, as you
see from our barbarian here.
He laughed. We call
it the Tears of Selene, and it is more than
effective.
He gestured toward Shailaja
as she knelt quivering on the carpet, her breasts heaving and her body dripping
with sweat. He had used her
thoroughly, but had not come close to quenching the fires that burned within
her loins. Filled with shame
she battled the unreasoning passions within her but it was like throwing
oil on a raging ocean. Even knowing
what Velag had done to her added no reason to the emotions she
felt. Arched back she waited
for the next man to take her, panting with desire.
Her cravings were soon attended
to. Bekor took her
next. He could not hope to match
Velags manhood, but he was enthusiastic and inventive in the way he
touched her, spending considerable time savouring the bounty of her breasts
and nipples as he worked his member within
her. I can see, he
panted, that I was wrong the first time I took
you. Seeing you writhe beneath
me is so much more satisfying.
Shailajas only reply
was to moan as he moved within her.
She thrust her body toward him, attempting to take him deeper, but
the awkwardness of her position prevented much deeper
penetration. It was, however,
a situation that Gorvag remedied as soon as Bekor was finished with
her.
As the ruler of Cebar pulled
himself from her, Gorvag stepped forward, having relinquished second place
to Bekor as a matter of courtesy.
I think she needs to be more fully satisfied, he
observed. And this position,
although demeaning does not allow the best use of
her.
Your point is well
taken, Velag agreed.
We will move her so that she may be better
used.
Together the two large warriors
approached her. Taking care to
insure that Shailaja had no chance to escape they removed the chains connecting
her wrists to her ankles. She
moaned as they removed her from the cramped
position. For the first time
in several turns of the glass she was able to stretch her legs, but she was
not allowed to stand for long.
Between the two of them they muscled her across the tent to the low
table and pushed her to her knees before
it. The chains securing her arms
behind her back were removed, and while Bekor held her shoulders to ensure
she could not rise, Velag and Gorvag pulled her arms out to the side and
then chained them on either side of the
table.
Shailaja was left with her
breasts pressed against the top of the table and the ripe curves of her backside
presented for the pleasure of her
captors. Gorvag availed himself
of her new position immediately.
He stripped, and moving
behind her, parted her legs with his
knees. Pressing himself against
her bottom, his hands found her breasts and squeezed them harshly while his
ready member sought the soft folds of her velvet furrow.
Shailaja cried out as his
fingers dug into her breasts. She
arched her back toward him while at the same time thrusting deep within
her. The penetration was easy
even for so large a member, but she cried out at the sudden storming of her
pavilion of pleasure, arching her back in invitation and straining at the
chains that held her wrists.
The position was one of
complete humiliation and subjugation, but she was aware only of the carnal
ecstasy it gave her as Gorvag took her deeply, welcoming both the pain and
the pleasure it brought her. As
was his custom, Gorvag used her harshly, slamming into her with such force
that her thighs were badly bruised as he forced her body against the
table. Repeatedly he hammered
her, but Shailaja could not be satiated, not even when Bekor and Velag availed
themselves of her once more. And
so several others were invited in to share in the bounty of her
body.
Quorash was the first, followed
by the other members of Velags
bodyguard. She was used again
and again until she was barely aware of the change from one man to the other
and yet still she gasped for more.
What Velag had done to her left her in a permanent state of arousal;
one that could not be satisfied by any number of
partners. Finally, when she could
no longer raise her head she was allowed rest and dragged across the tent
to her sleeping mat. She lay
there, fully shamed, sapped of her strength, and stinking of her use by many
men.
Exhaustion finally consumed
her and she slept, but it was a sleep that did nothing to alleviate the pain
of her desire. She awoke frequently,
each time bathed in the sweat of passion, but there was nothing she could
do to ease her torment. At length,
several turns of the glass before dawn, she awoke and stayed
awake. She sat in the darkness,
waiting to see what the day would reveal, bitter in the knowledge that although
she had not yet been broken that fate was not far
off. Silently she prayed to Marana,
certain that only the goddess could save
her.
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