A nod from Kimar brought his overseers, who came forth to prepare Iryna for her duties. First she was gagged. I knew from experience that Iryna hated the gag, and yet now she accepted the wadded silk they stuffed in her open mouth docilely. The wide band of leather pressed against her teeth, keeping the wad in place. The ends of the strap were tied together behind her head, imprisoning her soft blonde hair. The two men worked quickly and efficiently. They had done this many times before. Next, the girl’s hands were drawn before her and the cuffs attached to one another by a thin gold chain. Finally, a length of chain was used to couple her ankle bands in a similar fashion. Shackled like a slave, although with light golden chains, she would be forced to shuffle along, her movements hampered, yet left free enough to allow her to perform her duties if she were careful, all the while being constantly made aware of her servile status. Meanwhile the rude intruder remained in that hidden place, lodged well up her behind so that, as she performed her serving duties, every movement would remind her of certain other obligations she might be called upon to fulfill at the whim of her master.
Now I had her fetch the wine. I smiled as she brought the jug, shuffling with an oddly comical gait Beckoning her closer, I held out my cup. As she bent down to pour the wine, I couldn’t resist reaching up to finger a dangling tit; the soft satin flesh hung so temptingly before me. Urging her a step closer had her bring her tempting breasts down to my open mouth so I could take her dangling nipples between my lips and suckle on her while I ran a hand up and down her haunches and felt up her small pert rearmounds..
This delightful dalliance brought my manhood to rigid attention. 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 As my gaze fell to her breasts, I noticed that her nipples had become erect, the hard points protruding from the taut expanded aureoles! Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed me looking at her; and as she turned ever 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 rim her lips quickly. 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. Her thighs clenched as she rubbed them together in a tiny movement no one else could observe.
Now she 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 from which four evenly spaced ropes hung down. The slave girl scrambled to her feet, eager to take her place. Without being told to fling herself down on the rug, she offered herself up enthusiastically for a sexual ordeal. The very thought 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, extending her limbs willingly, offering them the cuffs freely, all the while biting her lower lip as if in keen anticipation. The transformation was remarkable. Had it been simply the results of Kimar’s training, it would have been truly astonishing. But I learned later that this newfound 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 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 holding her wrists so that her loins were tilted up. In this vulnerable position, her legs were widespread, her body slightly bowed, slung only a few feet above the ground so that, by stepping between her outstretched legs, we would have ready access to her gaping cunt.
She raised her head up to look at us from between her widespread legs, her face that of a woman in heat Her lips moved nervously as though in a silent prayer, and her eyes were hard with a bright gleam of lust. Even now there was a trace of wetness that appeared on the tiny blonde curls edging the curving lips of her open pussy.
Now Kimar ordered a chair brought for me, and had it placed just beyond the girl’s hanging feet directly opposite her sex, so I saw her open vertex. From my vantage point, I could see the pale wispy pubic hair that shaded into a cloudy tuft on the crest of her mounded vulva and spilled down between her legs, where the tiny curls ridged her gaping pink cleft Initially, Kimar wished me only to observe, to watch my blonde beauty’s reactions as she eagerly took on three of his guests, who had volunteered readily. Quintus peeled off his loincloth and stationed himself behind her so that once her inverted head was allowed to hang down freely, her mouth would be available to his swollen cock. Two more naked men, Decimus and Valerius, took up their positions at either side, standing so that their upright cocks were placed just beyond the grasp of the girl’s straining fingers.
Her long blonde 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: her sleek lines bowed, her feminine charms exposed brazenly, 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 flattened slightly, while her upstanding nipples stood fully erect, the tiny protruding nubs 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. 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 bonds. I soon saw that in this configuration, her hands and mouth would be employed and only her open cunt remained free and available. That passage had been reserved for me!
Now Kimar’s overseers coated her body with oil. Her hands 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 rib cage 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 trembled. She watched their progress through slitted eyes, then 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 with the right one. Their hands soon had her burning with lust as the highly agitated blonde shut her eyes 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 sensually, writhing 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 greedily quit her heaving breasts perversely and moved 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 tethered body but for the place right between her splayed legs. When their hands neared her womanhood, Kimar beckoned me forward.
I jumped up, my cock fully erect, and stepped eagerly between the V of the hanging girl’s legs. Brushing the pads of my fingers through the silken fleece and then palming her mons brought a sharp hiss of breath as the tense female quivered with anticipation. I crooked two fingers and slid them up into 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 hand, then cupped her Venus- mound and palmed her, soaking the tiny curls with oil, rubbing it into the soft folds of her pussy. Helva let out a long, wavering moan as I clamped my hand firmly on her damp, hot sex and held her tight.
Now our blonde sex slave was writhing uncontrollably, thrashing about in her bonds and clenching her jaws, while deep moans escaped her tight lips. She 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, her long silky hair flung about wildly. Her groans were louder, deepening into low earthy cries, then becoming filled with urgency, interspersed with foreign words that tumbled out in a heated
