Message-ID: <42524asstr$1053317404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030519021407.86755.qmail@web21004.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 18 May 2003 19:14:07 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Sex Slave Mf 1st nc/ Mf / mF 1st /Mf lt bnd Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 00:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw This is a work of erotic fiction for the private enjoyment of the audience. Any further distribution without the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. No animals were harmed in writting this story. Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames are not. Horatio was discussing his need for a new sex slave with Hector, a purveyor of fine women. "I just need someone new. The old ones don't excite me as much as they used to." Horatio explained. "I have just the perfect girl. Come back tomorrow." Hector replied. The next day, Hector lead out a pretty girl for inspection. She was naked except for a short skirt which barely covered her pussy. She was short, with a pretty face, and round breasts with small round nipples. Her face and abdomen still had residues of baby fat, but she was almost a fully mature woman. "Her name is Jasmine, and you can have her for a reasonable price," Hector explained. Horatio felt her firm breasts, squeezing them. She made no response. "Where did you get her?" Horatio asked. "Her parents sold her a few months ago to the Golden Flower brothel. I bought her two weeks ago. Too much time in the brothel ruins a woman for any thing else in life. I thought it would be good to sell her to a gentleman like yourself before it was too late. If you really want a virgin, it will cost you more." "Being a virgin is over rated, except for a wife or daughter, of course," Horatio added. "Of course." Three months previous found Jasmine standing, tied naked to a post in the brothel, surrounded by a dozen leering men. Her hair was cut short, indicating her status as a slave. The owner of the brothel was auctioning the rights to her virginity. Jasmine knew that all the activity was about her, but she did not fully understand it. Her parents sold her because she was the youngest daughter, and therefore the least valuable. Many young girls were allowed to die as infants, because they just consumed food and did not yield any money in terms of a dowry. As she reached maturity, Jasmine's greatest fear was that her father would visit her bed, as he had her older sisters. However, the father realized he could get more money if she was a virgin, so he just tormented the sisters more. The men were getting more excited at the prospect of deflowering this slave. They leered at her as the bidding went higher. Finally a wealthy merchant won the bid. He was very pleased with himself that he could afford to give this girl a thorough poking. The ritual was that he would have to take her right there. If he could not perform, the next bidder would take his place. If it turned out that Jasmine was not a virgin, all the men could have her, and the brothel owner was out the money. The winner pulled his penis out from his trousers. It was still normal size, but the winner was confident that it would grow with proper stimulation. He roughly pulled Jasmine toward him. "On you knees, slave, and worship your new master!" he commanded. He shoved his penis in her face. Jasmine was not sure what was going to happen, but it could not be worse than being raped by her own father. "Open your mouth and take it!" the man ordered. Jasmine did as she was told. She never understood that she had any choice. The merchant pulled her head, making her move over his prick. "Suck it," he ordered. She tried to suck it, but found it hard with the man moving her head. He was trying to fuck her mouth. His prick expanded to a rigid cylinder. The men in the room began yelling, "Don't fuck her mouth. Fuck that virgin slave the right way." Some were yelling for the man to get out of the way, so they could attack Jasmine. The man pulled his hard prick from her mouth. He pulled her head first onto a bed in the room. "Stick up you ass, so everyone can see your virgin cunt," the man yelled. He let his fingers circle her slit. He placed first one finger, then two, then three into her tight opening. She was confused by the feelings of pleasure and humiliation. The crowd kept yelling, "Fuck her. Fuck her." The merchant said, "Now, I'm going to fuck you dodgy style. I'm going to take you like the bitch you are about to become." Suddenly, the man replaced his fingers with his rigid tool. He thrust in hard. Jasmine winced at the sudden pain. She whimpered and cried with pain and humiliation as he penetrated her from behind. He grabbed her tits and used them as levers to pull her toward him. He moved violently within her, thrusting rapidly. The man did not want to hold himself back. Instead, he just wanted to use her for his own pleasure, and to show off his prowess. He bucked against her until a powerful surge sent his semen pouring into her. When he had emptied his cum, he pulled out, revealing the red flow of her virginity. Other men also got excited. Some began to masturbate. They called over other whores to service them. When the came, they let their semen drip over Jasmine's back and face. All the men cheered. The man felt triumphant. Even Jasmine smiled wanly, with relief, and with the feeling that something good must have happened, and that she was responsible for it. Jasmine settled into the life of a whore slave. She did not enjoy it, but she was not raised to enjoy life. She serviced four to six men a day. She had sex in every conceivable position. Her customers ranged from the nice to the disgusting. Most were in between. Sometimes the sex was pleasant, but she rarely achieved orgasm with her customers. The only release was with other whores, who would fondle each other and bring her off. Like most of the whores, Jasmine was starting to smoke opium. The owners of the brothel did not discourage that practice, because it would make the women passive and dependent on them. But Hector was right. If she stayed in the brothel, she would be ruined for any thing else. Jasmine was relieved to be taken by Hector, even though he took her to his own bed twice. At least she could deal with one man instead of a steady stream. She was also vaguely aware that slave whores do not live very long, due to unsanitary working conditions. Also her stay with him enabled her to recover from some minor injuries from customers who wanted to tie her up or engaged in some rough sex. Horatio continued to inspect Jasmine. He gently fingered her pussy. When she sighed softly, Horatio got the response he was looking for. "I'll offer 180 talents for her," Horatio said. "I'll need 400. I paid almost that much to Golden Flower," Hector responded. They continued to negotiate until they agreed on 320 talents. Each felt they had gotten a bargain. Through the entire conversation, Jasmine knew what was happening but just stared into space. "Clean her up, shave her, and bring her to my room at the inn," Horatio instructed. Later that day, Hector and a servant brought Jasmine by cart. She was wearing a heavy cloak so that strangers would not make comments. Horatio's servant, Alphonse, let them in. Horatio was sitting on a bed, wearing a robe. "Take her cloak." Horatio instructed. Under her cloak, Jasmine was totally naked. Her head and pussy had been shaved. Her arms and legs were tied by loose chains, and she wore a leather collar. "Remove her chains and leave us." Horatio instructed. When Alphonse stared at beautiful slave, Horatio ordered him, "Leave us now and come back this evening with some food. Here's some extra money for you to visit a brothel. But if you touch her without my permission, you are going back to the fields." Alphonse bowed and left. He was actually a serf on Horatio's estate, so he could be dismissed at any time. When they were alone, Horatio said, "Jasmine, do you know who I am?" "My new owner." "That is correct. Your sole purpose in life is to please me. If you do that, I will treat you well. If you fail, I will punish you and send you back to the brothel. Do you understand?" "Yes, master. Please don't send me back to the brothel. I will do everything to please you. I will do anything you ask. Anything at all. Just don't send me back." This was the response Horatio hoped for. "Come closer. Let me see you." Jasmine thrust out her chest and put her hands behind her, as if on display. She slowly walked to the bed. "Open your legs. I want to see your pussy." He pulled her to him, and started to play with her sex. She shifted her weight between her legs, as if agitated by his actions. He then pulled her on to the bed. "Open your legs wide so I can play with your cunt. But try not to move." He knelt between her, and alternatively fingered her and kissed her. Jasmine let herself get excited. Usually her clients would not work to get her aroused. They were just interested in their own pleasure. But Horatio believed that she would work to give him pleasure and would be loyal to him only if she enjoyed it too. Horatio continued to lick her shaved clit. She started moaning and moving around on the bed. "I said, don't move." Horatio ordered. He wanted the pressure to build. "I can't help it, master," she replied, whimpering. Horatio moved up to feel her firm tits, kissing each one in turn. He then returned to her pussy. He inserted his fingers in her slit, moving them about. Jasmine moaned louder. She rubbed her tits in desperation. "Master, I can't take it any more." "Yes, you can." He resumed his oral assault on her pussy. She yelled and screamed. Her body bucked and vibrated. "Master, you're bringing me off." She yelled, breathlessly. When she relaxed, he ceased attacking her. "If you are a good slave, I will always try to make you cum, " he said. Horatio removed his robe, and sat naked on her chest. He thrust his penis in her face. "I am not your master. I am just your owner. My prick is your master. He is the one you have to satisfy." She took his took in both hands and brought it to her mouth. "Do you want me to suck on it?" "Yes. Pleasure it. Get me ready." She sat in the bed so she could reach him better. She moved her head back and forth on his prick as if she were eating an apple. He let her move over him until he had expanded to the size of a cucumber. He then pulled back from her mouth and lowered himself on her body. He swiftly inserted his tool into her eager pussy. Horatio instructed, "Bend your legs. Put them behind my shoulders. I want complete access to you." She abandoned herself to his thrusts. However, Horatio was not in a hurry. He would thrust, then stop. Jasmine did not care what he did. She was lost in the erotic thrill of her new master. He could ride her to the ends of the earth. She was screaming with pleasure at every movement of his huge prick inside her sensitive slit. He played with her tits while he fucked her. Finally, Horatio could not take it anymore either. The pressure was too much. He bucked wildly within her. He grunted, straining for release. His orgasm was like a dam bursting. He continued to move, releasing more cum. She squeezed her pussy muscles, making him coax more cum out his hard prick. Several minutes passed before he pulled out and lay next to her. "Did I pleasure you, master?" "Yes Jasmine." "So, you will keep me?' "Yes, if you keep doing that, I will keep you." "Good. I want you to keep me." By then, Alphonse came back with food and wine. He admired Jasmine's beauty, but an hour at the brothel had drained him of sexual energy. Nevertheless, Horatio did not let him sleep in the same room as Jasmine. Over the next week, Horatio had sex with Jasmine once or twice every day, each time in a different position. Jasmine always complied with Horatio's wishes, but she never came up with a new approach on her own. When he was not with Jasmine, Horatio did business in the town, leaving her alone in the apartment. He did not trust Alphonse to be with her. Horatio even shared her one night with Alphonse. He made Alphonse lie on his back with Jasmine above him. He asked her to press Alphonse's prick between her breasts, while he shoved his prick into her ass. She did not enjoy being fucked in the ass as in the vagina, but she cheerfully complied. Jasmine easily brought Alphonse to a gushing orgasm. Horatio took more time with her, until he filled her ass with cum until it dripped onto Alphonse's legs. At the end of the week, it was time to return to his estate. Horatio refitted Jasmine's chains and covered her with the cloak. He also bought a leather panty, to cover her. He told her, "I'm just doing this to protect you, and my investment. You will like the country estate. There is a private garden where you can walk outside naked, rather than being cooped up here. You will also like my special pleasure room, where I bring my favorite slave. There are also other people for you to talk to." He did not mention that some of the people were other sex slaves. It took several days to reach the estate by boat. During that time, Jasmine shared a cabin with Horatio and Alphonse. Because of the lack of privacy, Horatio and Jasmine did not have any sex. At the estate, Jasmine was welcomed by Horatio's wife, Portia. For Portia, marriage was an economic affair. She believed that after conceiving and baring five children, three of whom survived, her bed-room duties were over. Her legitimate children would preserve the estate and maintain her in her old age. She was glad to be relieved of that undignified duty. Horatio took Jasmine to a room he had assigned to her. She would be near his other sex slaves, Gilda, Violetta, Aida, and Ophelia. However, Violetta was pregnant and Aida had just weaned a baby daughter. Horatio hoped to impregnate her again soon. Under the old Roman law, a child acquires the status of the mother, so these children would be slaves. Horatio hoped to sell them when they became adults, just as Jasmine's father sold her. He expected Hector to give a good price. The sex slaves were required to be naked when they were in their area, but had to wear a long robe elsewhere on the estate. They did not wear chains, because Horatio was not afraid they would escape. They were safer on the estate than they would be on the outside. When he returned from settling Jasmine, Horatio was confronted with two crises. The first was the other slaves, especially Ophelia, greatly resented Jasmine's arrival. Ophelia had been Horatio's primary bed mate, and was jealous of Jasmine. Ophelia came up to Horatio, opening her robe to reveal her bare body. Even though she was still pretty, Horatio had tired of Ophelia and wanted someone new. Ophelia complained, "You don't care for me any more, after all the loving I've given you." Horatio replied, " I can be with any slave I want." Ophelia started to cry, "You don't love me any more." Horatio slapped her, sending to the ground. She sobbed loudly. Horatio did love her, in the way he loved his horse or his favorite dog. He said, "I should not have slapped you, Ophelia. But it is unnatural for there to be love between a master and a slave." The other crisis was that his son Nigel, had assaulted and tried to rape the wife of a serf, who hit him with a stick. For a serf to strike the master's son was a grievous offense. Horatio would be within his rights to have the serf tortured and killed. But the serf, Boris, was important and productive, so it would not be good to alienate him completely. At a judgment, Horatio concluded, "Boris, for hitting my son, you are condemned to twenty lashes with the whip." Boris bowed, "Yes master. Thank you." Twenty lashes was considered a light punishment. Nigel complained afterword , "That is a light punishment, especially considering that his wife was willing." Horatio told Nigel, "What his wife wanted was not important. What Boris does for this estate is important. If you attack his wife, or any wife or daughter of a serf on this estate again, I will have you whipped too." Nigel countered, "But father, there are all these women on the estate who want to flatter the lord. I never get to have any of them." "If you let one of them succeed, you will upset the order for the others. That is why I have Jasmine and Ophelia, so I won't be tempted with serfs." "You have them, but I don't have any body. I'm not a baby any more. I want to experience the joys of being with a woman too." Horatio had an inspiration. "Ophelia, come here." "Yes, master." "I am giving you to Nigel, to use as he wishes. But you must teach him the ways that a man may satisfy a woman." "Gladly, master." Nigel was thrilled to get his own sex slave. Jasmine was closer to him in age, but Ophelia had fuller breasts and a more voluptuous body. Ophelia was also pleased. She was getting a much younger man, whose strength and potency compensated for his inexperience. Ophelia led Nigel to her room. She tossed off her robe, and placed his hands on her breasts. Nigel was so excited, he pulled her to him, pumping his pelvis against her body. Ophelia felt the bulge below his pants. Ophelia said, "We have to slow down. Let me get your clothes off, so we can enjoy each other." She pulled off his shirt and trousers and lowered his hose. She put her hands on his prick, admiring it. "This is better than I expected. But I should have known, considering your father," she said. She knelt down, and placed it in her mouth. "I love to suck a potent cock," she said. She pulled his prick into her mouth. But Nigel was not going to let his first real sexual experience end orally. He wanted her the right way. He pushed her onto the floor. He then fell on her, and placed his prick in her slit. Ophelia was not quite ready, but she wanted him to have his way. She grabbed his back and helped him thrust deeply. She had not had Horatio for several weeks, and she missed being with a man. Nigel was overcome with lust. He let his body drive him, rather than the other way. She felt warm and tight, surrounding his prick with wonderful feelings. He drove into her as hard as he could. He could not have held back if he tried. Ophelia tried to keep up with him, but could not. He left her breathless. Nigel grunted loudly, concentrating on his prick and nothing else. He felt as if he were a giant penis. Suddenly, he exploded with white hot cum. He poured load after load of cum into her pussy. He drained himself of sexual energy into her body. Ophelia was glad for his sake, but she did not climax in the same way. He lay on top of her for a few minutes, and then rolled off. "Let's go to the bed, master. There we can play with each other," she said. She went to her bed, and lay on her back , with her legs open and inviting. He joined her her. She gently fondled his prick. It slowly came back to life. "I knew you are young enough to rise to the occasion again." She resumed fondling and sucking his prick. This time, Nigel just lay back to enjoy her ministrations on his organ. Ophelia took his hand and placed it on her clitoris. She sat up so he could see what she was doing. "Always play with a woman here, like this. If you do this long enough, any woman would be your sex slave." She let him play with her. The took turns fondling each other's most sensitive place, getting each other extremely excited. This time Ophelia was able to enjoy it too. "I want to do it again. I want you from the rear." Nigel whispered. Ophelia knelt on the bed, and raised her ass in the air. Nigel knelt behind her, and found her pussy. He entered her, more deliberately. "Play with my tits while you fuck me." Ophelia urged. Nigel did that. He also squeezed her ass and pulled on her shoulders. Ophelia was able to rock back onto him. She closed her eyes and let him bang away. "Pinch my tits. Hurt me." Ophelia urged, knowing that the extra stimulation would help her cum. She was moaning loudly. "Yes. Give me all you've got. Fuck me hard, " she demanded. He slapped his pelvis against her ass. Her senses began swirling. "Master, you're making me cum," she cried breathlessly. Nigel felt an exquisite pain build in his balls. Again, he was consumed by the sensations from his prick. His whole being was wrapped up in his penis. He almost cried for release. She used her vaginal muscles to increase his tension more. When his release came, he let her pussy devour his cum like an eager tiger. When she felt the moisture of his semen, her pelvis vibrated with another orgasm. After they were both drained, they lay there coupled for several minutes. "I am going to like have you for my slave, " Nigel said. "And I am going to like have you for my master. I will do anything at all for you." They rested side by side for the rest of the afternoon. While Ophelia and Nigel were playing in her room, Horatio took Jasmine to see his pleasure room. Horatio had not had sex since he left the city, so he felt a dull ache in his balls. He asked Violetta to join them. She was the most compliant and obedient of the slaves and usually liked the pleasure room. But this time, she objected. "Master, I am just beginning to show," she said, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Worry not. I just need you to help." They explored the room. There were velvet ropes for tying the women down or binding them to posts. Numerous dildoes and other sex toys were available too. Jasmine was familiar with some of the toys from her experience in the brothel. "I want you to try the hammock," Horatio said. He made Jasmine sit in a hammock, which was tied to a system of ropes and pulleys. However, the hammock had a split in the middle. When he tied her legs to the hammock, ropes could pull them apart as far as he wanted. The hammock was designed to position her anywhere in mid air. He had Violetta handle the ropes until Jasmine was positioned with her cunt directly in front of his face. Horatio said, "Violetta, you kneel and suck my prick, while I play with Jasmine." Horatio had Jasmine helpless against his tongue. She could not move because she was suspended in the air. He applied his mouth to her slit, licking and getting her excited. In the meanwhile, Violetta was doing the same thing to him. "Master, I love what you are doing to me," Jasmine said sighing. "And Master, I love what I am doing to you," added Violetta. The only sounds in the room were slurping and sighing. Suddenly Horatio pulled away from both women. He was more excited that he had been in awhile. He lowered Jasmine until she was even with his prick. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto him. "You can play with her tits, Violetta," Horatio said. With her big belly, Violetta tied to rub and kiss Jasmine's breasts. Jasmine tried to reach for Violetta also. Horatio loved the feel of Jasmine's warm cunt covering his prick. He controlled her movements entirely, pulling at her. Jasmine closed her eyes and let herself be used in a wonderful way. She was also very excited, and had no difficulty reaching a powerful orgasm. Jasmine flexed her cunt muscles to increase the effect. This increased the pressure for Horatio. He felt the orgasmic tension rising. He pulled on hard and fast on her body. A few more strokes had him jamming his seed into her. But the feelings in his prick would not subside. Horatio uttered, "More, more," as he kept slamming into her. Each thrust lead to another surge of cum. He thought he was empty, but there was more. His prick burst forth again with a bolt of pleasure. He pounded her several more times before he was ready to let his prick cool down. In the meanwhile, Jasmine hit two more times too. Horatio pulled out breathless and sweating. "That was the best cum I've had in months," Horatio muttered. He had Violetta lower Jasmine and untie her. He lay totally drained on the matted floor of the pleasure room, with the women on either side. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Search - Faster. Easier. 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