by Don Winslow
Now I had her fetch the wine and smiled as she brought the jug, shuffling with an oddly comical gait. Beckoning her closer I held out my cup and as she bent down to pour the wine I couldn’t resist reaching up to finger a dangling tit, the soft satiny smooth flesh of the small, soft, globular pendant that hung so temptingly before me. Urging her a step closer, I had her bring the hanging succulent tit-bag down to my open mouth so I could draw in the dangling nipple between my lips and suckle on her while I ran a hand up and down her haunches and felt up her trim rearend.
This delightful dalliance brought my manhood to rigid attention and I dismissed her with a friendly smack on the tail, sending her off to see to the other guests, while I turned my attention back to Helva who knelt quietly before us.
My beauty knelt with chin held high and eyes straight forward, and as my gaze fell to her breasts, I noticed that the girl’s nipples had become erected, the hard points protruding out from the taut expanded aureoles! Out of the corner of her eye she noticed me looking at her, and as she turned every so slightly, I was sure I saw a trace of a secretly seductive smile. Astonished, I smiled back and saw her eyes drop to my crotch and the tip of her tongue emerge to quickly rim her lips. There was a surprising eagerness there, a definite gleam in her eye that I had never seen before. I saw a twitch run through her shoulders and her thighs clenched as she rubbed them together in a tiny movement no one else could observe.
Now, the big blonde was ordered to her feet, so that she might take her place under a wooden frame that had been erected at one end of the tent: A wide crossbar supported by two sturdy columns and from which four evenly-spaced ropes hung down. The slave girl scrambled to her feet, eager to take her place, and without being told to, flung herself down on the rug, enthusiastically offering herself up for a sexual ordeal, the very thought of which seemed to get her juices flowing. I noticed this new spirit of cooperation in the way she helped, as the men prepared her. She moved without being told, willingly extending her limbs, freely offering them the cuffs, all the while biting her lower lip as if in keen anticipation. The transformation was remarkable, and had it been simply the results of Kimar’s training it would have been truly astonishing. But I later leaned that this new-found desire to please sexually, had been abetted by a secret potion that the old slaver sometimes used to heighten the sexual awareness of his sex slaves, an elixir that turned them into wild lust-driven animals.
It was obvious to me that the girl was already excited as she sprawled impatiently on her back, her pointy nipples sticking straight up. She lay spread-eagled on the floor, while her wrist and ankle bands were being attached to the ends of the four ropes that hung from the high crossbeam. She was not gagged, for Kimar wanted her to be able to use her mouth to pleasure as many guests as possible. With her limbs properly secured, they began to tighten the ropes raising her outstretched body till she swung suspended from the sturdy crossbar. The ropes on her ankles were raised slightly more than those of holding her wrists so that her loins were up-tilted. In this vulnerable position her legs were widespread, her body slightly bowed, slung only a few feet above the grounds, so that by stepping between the outstretched legs, one would have ready access to her gaping cunt.
She raised her head up to look at us from between her widespread legs, and the face I saw was that of a woman in heat. Her lips moved nervously as though in a silent mumble, and her eyes were hard with a bright gleam of lust. Even now, there was a trace of wetness that appeared on the tiny blond curls, edging the ragged lips of her open pussy.
Now Kimar ordered that a chair be brought for me, and had it placed just beyond the girl’s hanging feet directly opposite her sex, so that my view was down along the converging lines her legs made to the open vertex. From my vantage point I could see the thin haze of pubic hair that shaded into a cloudy tuft on the crest of her mounded vulva and spilled down between her legs where the tiny wisps of pussyhair ridged her gaping pink cleft. Initially, he wished me only to observe, to watch my blond beauty’s reactions as she eagerly took on three of Kimar’s guests, who had readily volunteered for duty. Quintus peeled off his loincloth and stationed himself behind her so that once her inverted head was allowed to hang freely down, her mouth would be readily available to his swollen cock. At either side two more naked men, Decimus and Valerius, took up their positions, standing so that their upright cocks were placed just beyond the grasp of the girl’s straining fingers.
Her tall, blond body hung open and vulnerable, the ragged rising and falling of her breasts attesting to her growing excitement as she waited with eyes closed, breathing through parted lips. She made a breathtaking picture stretched out as she was, her sleek lines bowed, her feminine charms brazenly exposed; arms stretched overhead; the strain in her sagging body was quite evident in the taut sinews of her long arms and tapering thighs. Her mounded breasts were slightly flattened, while her upstanding nipples stood fully erect, the tiny protruding nubs, staunchly distended, protruded stiffly with anticipatory excitement, a blatant testament to her tingling state of arousal.
A jar of oil was brought to them, and the men oiled their hands and then coated their upright cocks. Helva twisted from side to side, and I saw her lick her lips at the sight of the well-oiled cocks that stood upright, gleaming in their eagerness just inches from the reach of her fingers. Her fists clenched in frustration, as her wrists pulled on their tethering lines. I soon saw that in this configuration, her hands and mouth would be usefully employed, and only her open cunt remained free and available; that passage had been reserved for me!
Now, they proceeded to coat her body with oil, beginning with her hands that clenched in reflex at the tickling of the palms. They passed over the cuffs and rubbed the oily sheen along her sinewy arms and into the softness of her underarms. The blonde twitched excitedly, as they continued on down her curving sides, over the delicate traces of her ribcage and along her flanks to cross over her hips and tease into the crease at her belly. They were careful to work together, keeping pace with one another, as they glided up her front, while her torso shook and trembled. Her head was up and she was watching their progress through slitted eyes, but she let it fall weakly back as she gave her body up to the slippery hands that by now had found the flattened mounds of her firm, young tits.
They thoroughly enjoyed those superb breasts, coating them with a thin sheen of oil; Decimus massaging, pulling and stretching the pliant flesh of her left breast, while Valerius fondled, and played lavishly with the right one. Their hands soon had her burning with lust as the highly-agitated blonde clenched her eyes shut tight against the rising tide of arousal and shook her head from side to side, mumbling incoherently in her strange foreign tongue. They tweaked her stiff nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, pulling on those aching tips, while the passion-driven female squirmed sensuously, twisting her shoulders in maddened desire as they mercilessly teased her, toyed with her, playing with her oily tits, fondling her mounds lavishly, till they had her mumbling and whimpering for more.
When it became evident that the slave girl was fully aroused by this tit play, her two admirers perversely quit her heaving breasts, only to move on down over her belly, across to the cradle of her hanging hips, around the curve, and up her sleek haunches, then circling around the nicely-rounded thighs as the inner sinews twitched at the intimate touch. In this way they explored every inch of that lovely sagging body, but for the place right between the splayed legs, for when their hands neared her womanhood, Kimar beckoned me forward.
I jumped up with cock fully erect and stepped eagerly between the vee of the hanging girl’s legs. Brushing the pads of my fingers through the silken hairs and then more firmly, palming her pubis, brought a sharp hiss of breath as the tense female quivered with anticipation. I crooked two fingers and slid them quite easily right up her glistening cunt, to feel her slick pussylips, well-moistened by now with the free flow of feminine juices. She gurgled as I thrust up into her. She might have come right
then and there, with the slightest jiggling of my probing hand, but we would not grant her such immediate relief. Withdrawing my glistening fingers, I poured some oil into my palm, then cupped her vulva and palmed her, soaking the tiny curls with oil, rubbing it into the soft folds of her pussy. Helva let out a purr which rose into a long, wavering moan as I curved my fingers, fitting my palm to her damp, hot sex so I could clamp her soft cunt tightly in my hand.
My firm fondling of her most private parts soon had our blond sex slave writhing uncontrollably, thrashing about in her bounds and clenching her jaws. Her hips bucked, while a series of deep staccato grunts escaped her tightened lips. The girl was fully aroused now, burning with erotic frenzy, her healthy young body resonating to the repeated sexual thrills she was forced to endure as the delicious feel of those warm masculine hands moved all over her body, firing her lust to a fevered pitch. Suddenly, she began whipping her head from side to side in a demented fury; the long silky strands flung wildly about. Her groans were more open now, deepening into low, earthy, shivering moans, then becoming filled with urgency, groans interspersed with foreign words that tumbled out in a heated rush, incomprehensible, but desperate pleas for release from the unremitting stimulation of our pleasuring hands. Abruptly, her bounding hips came up, and she held herself there, stretching out her sleek-muscled limbs to the limits for the longest possible moment of ecstasy, before she exploded in a furious bucking, her wild and frantic gyrations yanking on her bounds, uncaring, as a long, plaintive cry escaped her lips.
Her violent reaction, fired my lust and I attacked her vulnerable pussy, fondling her mercilessly, while my two cohorts grabbed her tits, firmly massaging the slick mounds. Helva shrieked and hollered for us to fuck her in guttural German, and again in Latin, for those were a few of the words she had learned. With a cry of sheer ecstasy, the big blonde threw back her head and came with a mighty climax. Her body was racked with a huge shudder, followed by spastic contractions which yanked at the taut lines suspending her in space. Then she collapsed, and lay slack, sagging, her breasts moving in great gulping heaves. A shiver of aftershock ran through her depleted body; her moans became softer as she slipped into the warmth of a delightful afterglow.
She lay peaceably now, eyes closed, features calm, her slack body perfectly still except for the movement of her gradually subsiding breasts. But she was not to be permitted to rest for long; not at least, while masculine needs were left unattended.
Accordingly, we each stepped forward. Decimus and Valerius, their rock-hard pricks swaying in the air, each took a hand and placed them on their aroused manhood, so that she held them both by their cocks. Meanwhile, Quintus who stood at her head and had, until now, taken no part in the proceedings, beyond occasionally slipping his fingers through the long blond hair, now placed his hands on the sides of her face and pulled her head till it tilted backward. Helva hung with head inverted, and when her eyes fluttered open, she found herself staring directly at Quintus’ rigid cock which stood at rigid attention just inches from her face. For a moment she seemed dazed, uncomprehending, but Quintus gave the groggy girl no time to adjust to the situation, preferring instead to rub his prick on her face, and press the head demandingly against her open lips.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth straining upwards to take his turgid shaft. Quintus allowed her to draw it in between her lips, and pull on him, sucking his shaft into the warmth of her receptive mouth. He grunted, tight-lipped, and let her work him over as he grabbed a handful of silken hair, and drew her head down on him. Holding her face between his hands he moved his hips and proceed to fuck the mouth of that pretty, inverted, blond face.
From the dreamy expression that crossed his countenance you could tell that he found the girl to have a lively and talented tongue. As she sucked off Quintus, the insatiable sex slave gripped the other two men, and holding on tightly, began to jerk them off, pumping her fists with frenzied determination.
With a ragged cry, Decimus threw his head back and abruptly pulled free of her grasp. Grabbing his throbbing prick he held it aimed at her tits, while Valerius followed suite, erupting to send spurting gobs of semen onto her chest and belly. Helva, once again swept up in the grip of passion, tossed her head from side to side and moaned as their seed rained down on her thrashing body. Her second orgasm was smaller and sharper than the first: a brief quivering, punctuated with a sharp yelp of delight. And then she lay still, all the tension drained from her sagging body. And I saw a look as I had never seen on Helva’s attractive blond features—the unmistakable smile of sexual satisfaction.
Meanwhile I had my hand between her splayed legs and was slowly massaging the soft folds of her damp sex. I studied the bedraggled figure hanging limply before me. Her hair was soaked; her warm face bathed in sweat. It ran down her chest mingling with the oily lubricant which covered her body in a golden sheen. The highly-charged sexual performance had depleted the girl, but I was still at the height of arousal, burning with feverish lust, fired with a deep rutting need to lay into that throbbing wet cunt.
My cock was aching with lust as, burning with impatience, I clamped my hand on her hot, damp womanhood. The spent female stirred and whimpered, her lips worked as she mumbled something I didn’t understand. It made no difference. Stepping up to bring my hips near to her hanging loins, I squatted a little till the crown of my prick came into contact with her cuntlips. I rubbed the swollen head along the slick protruding lips, while the sex-soaked woman whimpered and moaned.
With a rush of wild excitement, I bounded up on my toes, driving straight up into her in a single lusty thrust. The low slung female groaned at the abruptness of the vicious stab, a low earthy rumble trailing out from deep in her throat as I plunged in all the way, and held myself in her warm churning depths.
I waggled my hips, tickling her innards. With a little cock action I soon had Helva whimpering like a hurt puppy. Then I started to move more decisively, thrusting into her slick juicy cunt, fucking her with slow deeply-penetrating strokes. The ravaged female, rolled her head and stirred to life; her hips started twitching as the simmering passion fires were re-awakened once more.
Now I was fucking her with gusto, pumping with a steady rhythm, a lusty, jolting tempo that had her writhing uncontrollably. Once again, she was swept up, driven towards the peak of yet another climax. Moaning in a guttural growl she urged me on, her hips bucking up to meet mine. Maddened with lust, I pounded into her, furiously fucking her with wild abandon while she swung crazily in her sling. The frenzied female was oblivious now, rolling her head from side to side, mumbling incoherently in feverish whispers, then yelling out, calling on her strange gods and cursing me in her foreign tongue, but always, unmistakably, urging me on and on. Finally, she let out a long desperate groan as an all-consuming rapture lifted her up and swept her along towards a third shattering orgasm.
She came this time with a plaintive cry, cut short by a mighty shudder that racked her slender frame. A single intense thrill of pure pleasure shot through me as, with a final powerful lunge, I fired my load into her throbbing depths, flooding her innards with pulsating jets of creamy sperm, till I tumbled down the other side of my climax.
My knees weakened, and I collapsed against Helva’s hanging body, draping myself over her, savoring the feel of her sweating, oily flesh as I lay with my chest pressed against those warm slippery breasts. Thoroughly depleted, I lay there, plastered to her hot slick body, closing my eyes to let the blissful peace of a warm afterglow flood through me.
The shrewd slaver saw immediately the wave of excitement the introduction of these rare blond slaves would cause in decadent Rome. In no time Teutons would be all the rage, and the elite of society simply have to own one, or even a half dozen to grace their elegant homes. He knew that the Nordic women would be especially prized and that he could demand, and get, outrageous fees for them. He looked at me very earnestly when he said, in a voice of solemn promise: “We need more of them, and if you can supply me wi
th them, I can make you a rich man.”
As it turned out, there were continued eruptions among the Northern tribes, as though in answer to Kimar’s prayers. Over the next few months the gods were with us, and our frequent campaigning yielded several caches of these magnificent barbarians. Kimar was as good as his promise, so that when I was finally called back to Rome, it would be as a very wealthy man indeed.
And so I was to enter the imperial city at the head of my bevy of fair-haired slaves, rich, successful, and influential beyond my wildest dreams, to find myself eagerly embraced by the cream of Roman society. I was even summoned to the presence of the Emperor himself, extended a prized invitation to an orgy at the imperial palace. To this event, I would bring Helva, the wild barbarian of the North, who I knew would create quite a stir when she appeared at that decadent court.
Among the nobly outfitted courtiers and their elegantly dressed ladies, she would stand out, stark naked, wearing nothing but the collar of a slave of Rome—and she would wear it proudly! She would be paraded before them, unable to avoid the lusty hunger in their eyes as they appraised her splendid nude body; and with some of her fellow slaves, she might be made to perform at the whim of the Emperor, and the world’s most decadent court. Only then would she fully realize her abject subjugation, the extent of the humiliation she must endure. She would truly understand only at the moment when she was forced to enter the grand hall on her hands and knees, crawling like an animal to make her humble obeisance, and lowering her head to touch the marble floor before the mighty Emperor of Rome.