can promise that when I return them to you, you will not be able to find more compliant and willing sex slaves anywhere in the Empire! Once I am through with them, these women will jump to carry out your every wish, and they will obey with alacrity and unbounded enthusiasm.”
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I gave the girls to Kimar. The next day, two of his overseers showed up to take them in hand. With hands tied behind them, ankles hobbled loosely, they were led away by leashes attached to their collars, drawn along to stumble after their handlers on their way to the camp of the master slaver.
True to his word, exactly one week later, Kimar had arranged a sort of bacchanal to which I was invited, along with a handful of select guests. Wearing nothing but loincloths, we lounged about on fine silken couches, while before us tables set with silver dishes were piled high with rich and exotic foods. The hearty wine flowed freely, and it was pleasing to find that one’s slightest needs were attended to instantly by a bevy of comely slave girls, whose naked presence amongst us helped to add to the simmering sense of excitement, the growing anticipation as we eagerly awaited the appearance of the stars of the evening: my two blonde slaves, about whom the guests had heard so much and were now most keen to see.
Eventually, Kimar gave the long-awaited order. A pair of slaves threw back the flaps of the big tent to treat us to a most astonishing sight! An overseer stood in the entranceway, a massive fellow who stood with legs boldly spread, bare-chested and otherwise naked but for the leather thongs of sandals that snaked up his muscular calves and a brief kilt of animal skins slung low on his sturdy hips. Hanging loosely at his side, his left hand fingered the handle of a leather paddle, while wrapped around his right hand was a rawhide leash. At the other end of the leash was the collared throat of a stunning blonde slave girl! She knelt beside him, hands at her sides, sitting back on her haunches, her blonde head bowed in docile submission. An awed hush came over the lustful crowd.
At his curt command, the girl was drawn up onto hands and knees and forced to crawl after her handler as he swaggered boldly into the tent. I thrilled to see Helva, my proud Nordic beauty, forced to adopt this humiliating posture, made to crawl naked like some big blonde beast before Kimar’s wide-eyed guests. As the pair entered, we now saw that a second overseer was standing partially hidden in the shadows behind the first. He, too, held the leash of a blonde slave: a slender young woman whose sleek body moved like a large cat’s, her narrow butt swaying from side to side as she strove to keep up with her striding handler. We watched in silence while this little procession made its circuit in front of the open circle of couches upon which reclined Kimar’s ogling guests.
My elegant beauty crawled with her head hung low. Noticing her poor posture, her handler snapped a crisp command. When she didn’t comply quickly enough to suit him, the wicked paddle shot out to slap her pale asscheeks with a sharp retort that had her instantly jerk up her head and continue crawling with chin raised, face forward, as he had ordered to do. The girls were paraded back and forth before us while we let our eyes feast on the delightful display. Their blonde manes had been fixed identically, combed into long silken strands, pulled back from their pale faces, and tied behind them.
The big blonde moved with animal grace, her flanks flowing with rippling muscles, her asscheeks shifting most seductively. I admired the smooth, clean narrow lines of Iryna’s nude form as she crawled by, her straight flanks swaying liquidly, small bottomcheeks moving provocatively. As she came closer, I noticed a very thin golden chain encircling her waist. From it a single gold thread hung down the back to disappear between her shifting asscheeks as it passed between her legs. I saw that the fine links were embedded in the bulging fig of her vulva, which peeked out at us from between her moving thighs. Apparently, the narrow chain had been drawn up between her netherlips and continued its way up in front, where it bisected her blond triangle before meeting the center of the waist chain. I saw that both slaves’ bodies were adorned with identical gold chains encircling their slim waists just above their hips. It crossed my mind that it must have been uncomfortable to be forced to wear such a chain pulled so taut that it bit into the softness of their hidden clefts, the embedded links chafing the tender labia as they moved Perhaps it was that irritant that accounted for the occasional wince of distress I saw pass over their pale brows as they crawled before us. But I knew only the half of it!
After several laps of being paraded around before those, my appreciative connoisseurs, Kimar clapped his hand. The handlers drew up their charges till they faced us, side-by-side, still on hands and knees. From this front view, with their heads raised well up, it was possible to see each girl’s breasts beneath her lithe torso-Helva’s breasts hung soft and inviting, the tips pointing straight down; Iryna’s small globes, drawn by gravity, swayed succulently beneath her bent torso.
Now, at a word from the master slaver, the leashes were jerked and the girls straightened up to sit back on their haunches while the leashes were untied from their banded necks. They made a lovely pair kneeling there side-by-side: the classic Nordic beauty in the full flower of mature womanhood, the silvery blonde hair, the full, firm curves of her proud breasts displayed so openly; and the slighter version beside her, the hair a pure flaxen, like summer hay, the gently sloping shoulders of that lithe willowy form with its small understated tits that perched before us with such enticingly audacious nipples. The slave girls held the pose for a moment or two till, at the nod of the master slaver, they fell forward, crouching down on their elbows, their foreheads on the rug.
They held that pose for minutes. Then, continuing what had obviously become a well-practiced routine, they rose to their feet in unison and turned in place, so that they stood with their backs to us. Without a word of command, the obedient slaves fell to their knees once again, pressing their foreheads to the rug in humble subservience while promptly offering up their pretty behinds for our approval. One of the handlers muttered something, and the two girls shifted a bit, pulling their knees up under them and arching their backs in even deeper curves, thus raising their bottoms so that their appealing buttocks jutted back at us in lewd presentation.
“You see before you a pair of well-trained slaves,” Kimar began proudly, keeping his eyes on the uplifted feminine behinds that waited patiently to be of service.
“They have been taught to obey. They have learned how to be good little slaves. They have learned to crawl on their hands and knees on command, buttocks up and forehead to the ground; and in that way to present themselves for mounting should their master wish to take them in that manner.”
He now moved closer to Helva’s out-thrust ass. “And lest they should lapse, we have given each certain reminders of her place: the neck encircled with the high stiff collar, wrist and ankles banded, and-oh, yes, one further reminder-one the slave cannot see, but one whose presence will be sorely felt. A minor irritant, perhaps, yet one that will keep her constantly aware of her subservient status.”
He placed a confident hand on the tautly drawn domes of Helva’s upturned rump, patted her lightly, affectionately, then slipped his fingers under the delicate chain, following it to where it was lodged deep between the girl’s rearmounds. Prying open the shapely hemispheres, he displayed the gold chain, passed through the eye of a rounded buttplug, drawn tight so that it held the anal intruder securely in place.
“She will wear these chains while going about her ordinary household duties during the day, and for other duties at night as well. They can, of course, be removed easily should the master wish to take his slave in that particular place.”
So saying, he proceeded to demonstrate by detaching the chain and pulling it from between her legs. Now, as he held her straining cheeks apart, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh around the flanged end of the ivory plug, making the girl’s hips to squirm uneasily. He began to draw out the plug, extracting it slowly as her distended anus clung to the ivory shaft as it emerged. It bore the shape of a long, smooth phallus, thin and tapering.
Almost the entire length of the ivory phallus had emerged when Kimar noticed the agitated little wiggle that passed through the girl’s rump. A thin smile curled his lips, as he twisted his hand viciously, screwing the rod deeper into his impaled victim. She gave a tight-lipped grunt and kicked up her heels at the suddenness of this unexpected violation. For a moment, the master slaver played with the slave, diddling the girl’s ass for our amusement, jiggling the wicked intruder that was lodged once more well up her squirming bottom, while she writhed in silent agitation. He toyed with her a bit more, moving the shaft in and out, till finally, tiring of the game, he withdrew the long, thin rod, getting a moan of relief from the upended slave. Kimar laughed, and gave her rebounding asscheeks a lusty slap as he watched them clamp shut and clench down.
“We use a lotion to ease the way during insertion,” he explained. “You should have seen them move their tails when we mixed a bit of hot spices with the lubricant.” He chuckled, turning his back on the submissive woman.
Now Kimar moved over to Iryna and stood contemplating her uplifted behind for a long moment. He couldn’t help running a hand up and over the twin swells. Her little “reminder,” he told us, would be left in place, ensconced cozily up her rectum. She would have additional restraints applied for this party, while a special treat was being arranged for Helva. At his order, the two young women were released from the subservient pose they held and allowed to resume their previous position, kneeling, sitting back on their heels.
