When she spoke it shocked the others from their thoughts. “I see only two possibilities. Either you run, and live in fear for the rest of your life, or live as you can now, knowing that soon you will be separated never to be seen again. It is a slave’s only option, but if you would choose the latter, I would help you prolong your time as much as possible. If the former, I beg you take me as your servant.” As she finished this short speech she took him back in her mouth, and sucked him deeply looking up into his eyes.
Beyaja’s words only confirmed Nayare’s fear. This could not last forever; the life of a slave was not ever going to end happy. She needed him now; needed to feel the fiery heat of his lust. Rolling onto her knees, she presented her rear to him after the fashion of a bitch in heat. “Take me my lord, I live only to service you” she said quietly. Pushing Beyaja’s head from his cock he stood behind her, grasping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed. Beyaja took his cock in hand and guided it into her wanton cunt. As he thrust into her slowly she whimpered with growing pleasure. She wanted him to take her, to ravage her body with powerful strokes, dominating her body and spirit. Benect was not having any of it; he intended to make love to her. As he caressed her flanks and pumped his cock into her in gentle strokes, the very need of him betrayed her. Her body reacted to these caring touches ignoring the demands of her mind.
Beyaja, who would normally have found a way to involve herself in this carnal union, was mesmerized by the loving nature of the tryst being conducted only inches before her. Her body cried out to join in such a loving embrace, but her soul knew that she could never experience such tenderness; her very nature prevented her from doing more than wishing that one day she could be joined in so loving an embrace. She watched, knowing that what she witnessed was a thing of beauty, satisfying her own lusts gently with her fingers, wanting to cum with the duo, without interrupting their loving embrace.
Benect wrapped his arms around his woman, and held her from behind, with each thrust he wanted her to believe that he would do whatever it took for them to stay together. He had no plan as yet to make this happen, only a will as hard as the cock that he gently impaled this wonderful woman upon. She tried desperately to thrust harder but he held her fast making slow love to her, until the tide of his desire could be contained no longer, and then laying his head upon her back he penetrated her fully and spilled his seed into the depths of her womb. As his spurting cock throbbed within her the intensity of the emotional connection overcame her and she wailed blissfully as she came.
Beyaja witnessed there blissful climax, and the loving completion of the union before her, and the wave of joy emanating from their bodies swept her up to her own climax. This was not her heart’s desire, to be loved in such a manner, but the beauty of the moment was something she could appreciate deeply. She knew at that moment that she would work diligently to protect these lovers in any way that she could, so long as they continued to keep her as their pet.
Scene 3 – Tarik
Benect was summoned early, and hastened to the Mistress’s chambers. She was already dressed for travel, and though expecting to leave straight away the Mistress instructed him to retrieve Beyaja and meet him at the gate. Nayare was given instruction to have the remainder of the Mistresses belongings packed and ready to depart for the country home by midday. Beyaja was not happy being unchained, but followed Benect as instructed. Their first stop was at the tribunal, and they sat with the Mistress as the four remaining guards were sentenced.
The sentence seemed harsh, considering the abuses they had already suffered, but the Mistress seemed well pleased. Each man was stripped, and handed over to a southland slaver who would take them to one of the southern cities and sell them. Benect hated to consider their fates at the hands of the Southlanders, but at least they were not young boys, favored by the more lecherous Southlanders as bed warmers. These men would most likely live out their days working as miners, or some such labor.
As they were chained together, the rugged guard who had led Benect to the Villa looked first at Beyaja and then at the Mistress, and boldly vowed to avenge himself upon her. The slaver cracked a whip across his bare ass making him jump.
“Shut up in line there or I’ll have you castrated Northman”. The guard bit back the retort that nearly came out and allowed his head to hang low in apparent resignation. As they were led away, he looked one last time at the Mistress and winked. Relaera was not terribly troubled by the offensive man’s behavior, he was in chains and would likely stay there until the day he died.
After the tribunal was over, they made their way to the soldier Carlton’s home. He was away on business, or perhaps he simply couldn’t face the Mistress, but had left instructions to release the man the Mistress had won to her upon arrival. Benect had never seen a Southlander slave before. His skin was a dark tan, and he was nearly seven feet tall with rippling muscles everywhere. Relaera had been struck by this marvel of a slave when she first saw him, and had tried to buy him right then, but Carlton had been a real prick about it, saying he had plans for this brute, but suggested the bet none the less. No doubt the bastard expected her to yield to his cock, and her still aching ass might not like it, but she could respect his confidence.
“What is your name slave?” she asked this giant wonder.
“Tarik Mistress” the big man responded.
“In my house, you will follow my every order; Benect here will be your tutor for now.”
The big man looked at Benect. A smirk passed across his face as they locked eyes. Benect stared back; he knew that his ability to instruct the big man would depend upon winning this contest of wills. Though Tarik obviously saw him for the very young man he was, his experience in the Mistress’s house already gave him an edge. When the big man finally looked away, his eyes travelled to Beyaja, as though he’d found something more interesting to look at. For her part Beyaja had not taken her eyes off his nude form since he was brought to them. His cock had particularly caught his eye, as it had also done for Relaera on her first encounter. It hung limp to the middle of his thigh and was very thick. Beyaja was already planning to enjoy that big cock, as Tarik took in her shapely form like a tiger would a sleeping deer. When he noticed her eyes, he contracted his pelvic muscles making his big cock bounce. Beyaja gulped, and Benect having witnessed the exchange chuckled. Perhaps Beyaja would find something more exciting to do than remain chained to his and Nayare’s bed with this big fellow in the retinue.
Leading her slaves out into the street, Relaera looked for a convenient alley. She needed a relatively quiet place to test this new slave’s stamina. No need feeding the big man if he couldn’t perform as Relaera had purchased him to do. Finding a less busy side street, she led them to a quiet doorway and turned to them. “Beyaja here is going to see if you are fit to be of service to my household. If not I know a Southlander who is taking a group of slaves to the southern cities this very day, and you may well join them” she said to the big man.
Beyaja knew what was expected and dropped to her knees before the huge man’s oversized cock. Tilting her head to look up she opened her mouth and sucked the enormous cock in as deep as she could take it. Licking and sucking him in a frenzied lust, he began to swell, and his already large dimension seemed to double. Soon, even Beyaja was having difficulty swallowing much more than half of his cock. The big man grasped her head and began to thrust into her throat forcefully, making her take more and more of him. She could feel the copious quantities of his precum sliding down her throat and wanted to taste it, but the big man never let her back up enough to savor his manly emissions.
Tarik would have loved to cum in this wanton slave’s dirty little mouth. He could tell by her vigorous suckling that she was a natural submissive, and he would have loved to claim her. Before he had been caught with his big cock buried in the hot little cunt of his captain’s wife, he had been a soldier in the southland army, and had enjoyed the pleasures of many women. He particularly enjoyed the camp
women that followed the troupes because they could truly enjoy the baser acts of a lewd group of soldiers. In another time and place he’d have had both these bitches on their knees fighting to suck his cock until he chose the best and fucked her like an animal. Now he was truly an animal, a damned slave sold into bondage, and his new Mistress wanted to see if his big cock could please her before she bothered taking him home. He didn’t like it here in the North, it was too damn cold, but a life of fucking this whore of a Mistress and any of these pale northern slave girls he could shove his prick in certainly beat working in the mines.
Lifting Beyaja up like a child, he sat her on the low wall adjacent to the doorway and threw open her thin robe. She spread herself as he moved closer and he thrust into her without even checking to see if she was wet. In three forceful thrusts he shoved his cock into her tight little pussy. He was as big as Carlton, and she was filled to the point of pain as he began to slam in and out of her. In moments, Beyaja was cumming on his big cock; her arm’s wrapped about his neck and her lovely breasts bouncing with the force of his mighty thrusts.
Relaera was impressed; perhaps the price of this slave had not been too great after all. She would have to sample her purchase herself before leaving town she decided. If his stamina matched his vigor she would enjoy this one often!
“Benect will take you to my chambers when you have finished with this one” she said to Tarik. “Be prepared to service me when I return.”
With that she left them, Benect idly waiting while the big man continued to fuck Beyaja. After Relaera was out of sight he turned to Benect, “I’m going to fuck this one in the ass now. You want to shove your prick in her mouth so her screams won’t draw a crowd?”
Benect would not have approved of this without the Mistress ordering it, but the look Beyaja shot him told him she yearned to be violated in such a fashion.
Nodding his assent the big man lifted Beyaja down and turning her toward Benect bent her over on the step. Dutifully she began to suck Benect’s cock which was already erect from watching the lurid scene. “I think maybe this slave likes getting her ass ripped” Tarik said as he lined his enormous cock up to her little puckered anus. When he thrust his huge tool into her, it was not gentle. Over a foot of thick hard cock slid steadily and inexorably into her rear passage, and though muffled by Benect’s hard cock in her mouth the squeal of pain was still quite loud. As the big man held her hips in place and began fucking her hard and fast, she whimpered in pain and growing pleasure. She loved the pain; it turned her on more than anything.
Tarik had rarely encountered such a willing ass. Despite the obvious pain of his violation, her anus throbbed and squeezed his cock, begging him to take her harder. He complied with the utmost of his ability and soon he was pounding her ass so hard and so fast that it was pushing her forward. Her moans and muffled screams of mixed pain and pleasure vibrated around Benect’s cock, which was soon spurting into her mouth. She was cumming herself by the time Benect’s flaccid tool slid from her mouth and she was panting from the intensity of the fucking she was getting. When the big man finally came, she felt full inside, dozens of hot torrents of sticky cum spurted into her tortured bottom, and she loved it. This man was equipped to be a most wonderful tormentor. When he finally withdrew, he wiped his cock on her exposed buttocks, and slapped her hard on her firm ass. “That was nice, hope there are more like you where we are going” Tarik said with a wicked grin.
Scene 4 – Farewell to the City
Benect lead them back to the Villa, and leaving Tarik in the Mistress’s chamber, he and Beyaja went to find Nayare. Benect was worried, he knew that Nayare did not belong to him, and if the Mistress ordered it, she could make Nayare service the new man in any way that amused her, but he could tell the new man enjoyed the pain of his conquests and he didn’t know if he could set by while the big man raped Nayare’s ass without exposing their relationship. It was inevitable that he would have to share her body as long as they were slaves, but to witness someone bringing her pain was more than he could take. Hopefully, Beyaja and the Mistress would keep the man too worn down for him to get ideas about Nayare.
Nayare had hurried to complete her work, in hope that the Mistress would leave them time for one last lust filled afternoon before setting out. The coach and the wagons were loaded, and all that remained was for the carters to arrive with the teams that would pull the heavily laden wagons through the hills to the manor. When Benect returned telling her about the morning she was overjoyed, thinking that now that the Mistress had a new “toy” she and Benect would have more freedom to enjoy each other. Beyaja prepared them a meal as they exchanged pleasant conversation.
After they had eaten, Nayare crawled into his lap. “I need you now lover, take me, I want you to take me like the new man took Beyaja.” Benect didn’t care for the reference, but his lover knew he lusted for her, and would not be happy till he took what she knew he wanted.
“That won’t be possible lover, we don’t have a second cock” he said with a chuckle.
“I think a bit of pussy might muffle me, I’m starting to really get a taste for it. Beyaja, get over here and let me eat that sweet pussy of yours.”
Beyaja obediently crawled up and laid upon the low table, while opening her robe and spreading wide her legs. Nayare quickly bent over taking one long lick of her bare slit before pushing her tongue into Beyaja and sucking hard on her inner lips. Beyaja began to moan and threw back her head; Nayare had been practicing! This steamy scene had Benect hard as stone, and he moved behind Nayare. He intended to fuck her sweet pussy some to prepare the way, but she kept pulling aside when he placed his cock at her cunt lips, until he got the hint and placed it against her tightly puckered asshole.
Trying to drive it in slowly didn’t work so well either, for she pulled away from Beyaja and shoved her ass unto his cock hard. It obviously hurt, from the way she moved, and the barely contained cry that nearly escaped her. She looked back at him with tears forming in her eyes,
“I mean for you to take me hard! If it doesn’t make me hurt I will be angry” she said pouting her lip before returning to sucking on Beyaja’s warm wet cunt.
“Very well”, he thought, and grabbed her hips in a forceful embrace and began sawing his cock into her ass. Her body tensed at the hard thrusting into her tight back passage. She loved his cock in her ass, and the pain she felt turned to pleasure at the thought of how much he must be enjoying taking her so roughly. She loved him for his gentle nature, but got pleasure from the violence that turned him on so. She knew he loved her the more because he fought his urges in spite of his needs, and it made her want to give him everything his twisted mind desired.
Her grunts were indeed muffled in the sopping cunt she sucked and licked voraciously. When she shoved two fingers into Beyaja’s ass the slave came, drenching her face in the juices of her lust. Nayare greedily lapped at her cunt drinking in every drop of this delicious nectar. She became aware that her lover’s cock no longer pained her as it thrust into her ass, and she was well on her way to a powerful orgasm of her own.
“Harder lover, fuck me harder” she moaned out as the sensations built up within her crying out for release. “Oh, pound my ass my lord, I need your cum in my tender ass!” She came with a shout as she begged him to fuck her. The view of her arched back and her words encouraging him to take her were more than his already hyper stimulated lust could restrain and his cock erupted in her tight ass. So great was his release that he felt light headed and thought he might fall. He lay over her back and held himself deep within her as his cock leaked the last of his semen into her butt.
Scene 5 – The Ride
Hours later they were aboard the enclosed carriage, making their plodding way out of the city. Relaera was in a foul mood. Her ass still pained her, and winning her bet did little to sooth her inflamed tissues. She didn’t want to admit it, but the threats of the former guard during the tribunal had upset her as well. He may have been drug away in c
hains but his confidence that he would be avenged had made her pause. To top it all off, she had caught the young vixen Nayare giving Benect such loving looks that the status of their relationship could not be mistaken for youthful lust; that was a problem that had to addressed soon. Nayare was a hot little minx with a fine ass on her and Benect had proven extremely loyal, but she needed to separate them and soon. By the time they arrived at the Manor, she needed to send one to the fields. It might serve the little witch right to go be the entertainment for the farm hands until they used up her sweet body.
She had intentionally seated Benect at her side in the carriage and Nayare and Beyaja were seated on either side of Tarik across the small space of the carriage. Her mood made her vindictive, and she took it out on her slaves by using their poorly disguised emotions to hurt them. “Benect, take out your cock” she said.
Removing his robe, Benect remained seated with his flaccid member exposed to everyone in the carriage. Reaching into his lap Relaera took it in her hand, and stroked it looking at Nayare with a knowing smirk. Nayare, showed no hint of jealousy, even as Benect’s cock rose to attention from her slow caresses. Taking it fully in hand, she began to jerk him off, still moving very slowly as she opened her own robe exposing her firm breasts and her neatly trimmed cunt. She opened her legs by throwing one over Benect’s and began to stroke her slit trailing her fingers into the warm wetness of her cleft. The new man, Tarik, watched her lustfully and his enormous cock was just beginning to inflate.
“Beyaja, I need your tongue, get down here and lick my cunt” she said, and Beyaja complied knowing there was nothing she could do but comply.
Beyaja knew the Mistress had discerned the nature of Benect and Nayare’s relationship, and was going to torment them in her sadistic manner. She almost wished she were Nayare, but also knew that the girl did not share her proclivity for abuse. As she gently sucked her Mistress’s clit, she hoped that neither Benect nor Nayare would do anything foolish.
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