{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"1433884c-2b13-4468-a1e5-553173313861","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2019-12-16T18:15:16.756Z","title":"The Slave","slug":"the-slave","shortId":"AlYlxxcr","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A teenage boy is abducted from a faraway northern land and sold into slavery in the southern queendom of Mučenia.\r\n\r\nHis purchasers, it turns out, are not kind ladies. ","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"85da0002-445b-44fa-a45f-c9422a5e933c","title":null,"summary":"Thoughts of escape had filled Jord's mind these past weeks. He was \nintent on it. It was what kept h","wordCount":6316,"readTime":32,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"Thoughts of escape had filled Jord's mind these past weeks. He was \nintent on it. It was what kept him going. Kept him sane. Kept him alive.\n And most of all, it kept him out of trouble.
\n
\nNow, trouble, it was easy to see, was never too far when you were a \nslave. And, Jord had to admit, that's what he was. A slave, waiting to \nbe sold.
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\nBandit slavers had raided the southern coast of his far northern \nhomeland, and to his back luck he has been one of the people captured. \nOh well, suppose you should call it good luck, since it hadn't been his corpse in one of those holes they'd hastily dug before moving on.
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\nIn Jord's case, on meant over the sea and far across the land. Not in \ncomfortable conditions either, but he was not unaccustomed to \ndiscomfort.
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\nIt was of course huge humiliation for him, being a slave. In the north \nmen were born free and died free without bending the knee. And he had \nbeen raised a warrior to boot. Not that he had any desire to actually be\n a warrior, as he was afraid of pain. And he was not afraid to admit it,\n either, although of course he never had admitted it to a single soul.
\n
\nSo far he had avoided battle or the threat of one, and had indeed only \nrecently hit the age that one could finally call himself a man in his \nsociety. A man, not a boy. Old enough to drink. Old enough to kill. Old \nenough to fuck. Not that he'd ever done any of those things.
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\nHe took a breath, finding the remains of his dignity. Enough to stand \nstraight, yet not defiantly so. It was not an easy feat, standing butt \nnaked in front of a sales stall, but he felt he was making a valiant \neffort. At least he wasn't cold under that scorching sun. The canopy \nabove kept him from getting burned by it, but nothing kept the dry air \nfrom getting to his throat. They were given a scant amount of food and \ndrink, the slaves. Only what was strictly necessary.
\n
\nThe large market place was abuzz with people, all things imaginable \nbeing sold. Cows, pigs, goats, clothes, fruit, crafts, looms, jewelry. .\n . And people. Trying to forget about his unfortunate place in it all, \nJord observed.
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\nPeople were strange here: dark haired and tall, woman and man alike, \nwith olive-to-light brown complexion and angular, often quite nosey \nfeatures. But it wasn't the appearance which marked them strange. Rather\n it was their behavior, the way of carrying themselves. He could not \nquite put a finger on it. They all seemed to have the arrogant dignity \nof a royal. And the air about them was cold and mean-spirited somehow. \nAnother strange thing was that while there were both men and women \nwalking about, they did not really seem to interact. And at the side of \nthe city through which he had been taken in had only had men in it.
\n
\nOf course everyone he saw on this market seemed to represent the higher \nclasses of society, so maybe that had something to do with it. Rich \npeople were strange.
\n
\nAnd a lot of those rich people passing by were shooting Jord appraising \nlooks. He did not much care for those looks, so he tried his best to \nignore them. Lecherous eyes licking his naked young form. And little \nwonder. He was in quite a good physical shape from all of the training \nhe'd been doing since his voice started breaking. Warrior's training. It\n did him no good here, except maybe for the way they taught you to shut \nout everything that threatened one's concentration. He had almost gotten\n the hang of it.
\n
\n\"Than one almost looked like he was going to buy you. Pity, he looked like a charming old fellow.\"
\n
\nJord softly shook his head. The fellow slave standing next to him, \nOrolf, was a real smart mouth for being property. Strange coincidence \nhad it that he had ended up in the custody of the same slave merchant as\n another young man from his lands. Not that they'd ever once as much as \nheard of each other, but the familiar language was a enough to bring a \nmodicum of comfort. Even if that language was used to convey mostly bad \nattempts at humor.
\n
\n\"I'm sure he would treat you gentle. Even feed you, at times.\"
\n
\n\"If you have nothing of use to say, keep your mouth shut.\"
\n
\nSaying that, Jord glanced nervously at the slaver. The mean little man \nwasn't totally strict about all talk, as long as it was subdued. The big\n guards next to them made sure of the slaves' good behavior.
\n
\nJord turned to smirk at Orlof, the perfect comeback in mind.
\n
\nA look alarm suddenly came upon Orlof as his gaze went past Jord. \"Oh, don't look now. You looked!\"
\n
\nWhat he had referred to was the group of women standing close to the \nsales booth. Their eyes toward the young men. Especially, it seemed, at \nJord. Those looks were not promising. Jord averted his eyes.
\n
\n\"Ah, now one is coming over. We don't know each other, alright!\" And Orlof quickly faced away.
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\nJord looked again. True enough, one of them now came right at him.
\n
\nHe faced forward, trying to be somewhere else.
\n
\nBut the woman came to stand in front of him. Giving him a look-over, a \nsmile on her lips. Not a nice smile. There was something particularly \ncruel about her sharp-featured face. Deep malice in those almond-shaped \nblack eyes. She stepped right up close. Jord's breath caught.
\n
\nHe glanced over at the woman's entourage. The youngest of them could not\n have been much younger than fifty. The oldest probably at least a \ndecade older than that. Wearing what in any part of the world would come\n across as expensive. They, he realized, were shopping. And it likely \nwasn't for jewelry (they already wore plenty). Neither was it for goats.
\n
\nThe woman reached out and ran a long-fingered hand down his torso. He \ntensed. The hand then went further down, following her gleaming eyes, \ngoing for his genitalia. Reflexively, Jord shied back. The woman \nwithdrew her hand with raised brows. Then gave the slaver a significant \nlook.
\n
\nThe slaver barked something at the guard next to Jord, resulting in the \nhuge man striking him. It hurt, and Jord got the picture. He stood \nstill.
\n
\nThe woman gave him a triumphant, assertive look. Then reached out again,\n straight for his genitals. Those long fingers wrapped around his \nflaccid cock. Jord stood his ground but closed his eyes in chagrin. A \nwoman had never touched him there, far as he remembered.
\n
\nHe then started a little as the woman peeled back his foreskin. But he had no intention of getting struck again.
\n
\nThe woman took her hand back to apply spittle on her fingertips, then \nreached to rub it in his exposed cockhead. Jord stifled a gasp. The \nwoman grinned at him with white teeth. She knew what she was doing, and \nwas clearly enjoying herself. She kept rubbing at him, the sensation \nalmost intolerable. His cock grew a little at the stimulation, no matter\n how unpleasant. Then she stepped aside a little while holding the cock \nby the base, presenting it to her entourage. The women were nodding with\n smiles on their lips
\n
\nThe woman shot him one more chilling grin, then walked over to hand the slaver a coin purse. He didn't even look inside it.
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\nJord did not need to be a genius to know what had just happened.
\n
\nHe'd been sold.
\n
\n\"Wouldn't wanna be ya,\" said Orolf out of the corner of his mouth, still looking away.
\n
\nThe cruel-faced woman came over after a moment with a collared leash. \nShe attached the collar around his neck and then pulled him after her. \nHe had no choice but to follow.
\n
\n\"Pray it's over quick!\" Orolf bid.
\n
\nThe woman came to her entourage, handed the leash over to another woman.\n Then they started walking away with their new slave in tow. They had \nguards of their own: two massively muscular women. The expressionless \nguards walked on both sides of him. It was obvious that he would have to\n wait for a chance to escape.
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\nBut, he renewed his vow, he would escape.
\n
\nThey walked through the dusty streets under the hot sun. The women had \nparasols to protect themselves with. Jord had no protection at all, \nnaked as he was save for his collar. They walked out of the market area \nand further out to what he figured was the east half of the city. He had\n arrived from the west. Soon the surrounding people consisted solely of \nwomen. So this was the feminine half of the city. In this, he certainly \nstood out. He shivered at the looks he was gathering. Lust and malice.
\n
\nA nearly toothless crone passed the women, saying something to them with\n her eyes on their slave, and she passed Jord she shot him a lecherous \nlooking over, and then slapped his ass painfully. She gave a dirty \ncackle as she kept going. The women laughed as well.
\n
\nThey walked through the town until arriving in a quieter neighborhood. \nThe houses here were really large and ornamental. Then he saw that they \nheaded towards a house so opulent it could have been called a palace. \nProbably the largest around. How wealthy were these women?
\n
\nUpon entering, they walked through a lavish hallway and up a winding \nstairwell. Finally, they arrived at tall double doors. The guards were \ngiver orders and parked themselves outside the door. And the women \ngrinned at the naked young man. He felt true terror under their \nscrutiny.
\n
\nThey entered the room. Jord's heart sank as he saw the ridiculously \nlarge bed, the last self-deception over the reason why they were here \nfalling away. It was a metal-farmed four poster affair, lengths of rope \nwith loops at the end tied to each poster. Jord's heart sank lower at \nthe sight of those, the purpose of them obvious.
\n
\nThe women immediately started to shed their clothes, and his anxiety \ngrew exponentially. These were not the sort of naked female bodies she \nshould be seeing. Most of the women were older than her own mother. The \nsight of their aging flesh was disturbing him. As if they had brought \nhim here with the intention of absorbing his youth!
\n
\nAfter undressing, the woman with the leash removed Jord's collar. He \nfelt extra naked without it somehow, like the last thing keeping him \nsafe was take away. Then the woman roughly took him by the arm and \npushed him onto bed. Hands took his arms and legs, dragging him to the \ncenter of the bed and spreading him out. These were not weak women.
\n
\nHis hands and feet were put through the loops in the ropes, and the \nloops tightened. When it was done, he laid there spread-eagled, so wide \nthat he felt all stretched out, pain in his joints and muscles.
\n
\nThe women studied him with predatorily smiles on their lips.
\n
\nThen they descended upon him.
\n
\nJord was not prepared for the shock from their hands suddenly being all \nover him. As soon as the women got onto the bed, they were groping, \nsqueezing, pinching, and roughly caressing all over his naked flesh. \nSoon the attention focused on his most sensitive areas, as they plucked \nat pinched at his nipples, fingered the taint and anus area, groped his \nprivates, pulling and squeezing his balls and, perhaps the worst part, \neagerly kneaded, squeezed, and pinched his penis.
\n
\nHe gasped as the cruel-faced woman (not that all of their faces didn't \nappear cruel when they hungrily ate him up with their eyes, as though he\n was a cut of prime meat) once again peeled back the foreskin. She went \nfor the exposed, sensitive head (without lubrication this time), and he \nlet out an involuntary whimper as he jolted. The women laughed at this, \npressing him down against the bed as they kept abusing him. Again he \nnoted how strong they were. The woman to his right clapped her bejeweled\n hand hard on his mouth so that he could barely move his head. She \ngrinned down at him nastily while continuing to roll his nipple in her \nfingertips.
\n
\nCruelface relented soon, pulling the foreskin back up and getting off \nthe bed. The relief, however, proved short-lived. The other two women \nbetween his legs took his cock over and forced the protective skin right\n back again. Then, with their spit as lubrication, used their rough \nfingertips (with plenty of long nails between them) to start mercilessly\n rubbing the cockhead. While this went on, the other two kept focused on\n his nipples, keeping up a steady stimulation of pinching and tugging.
\n
\nBreathing heavily, Jord closed his eyes in desperation. He felt utterly \nviolated and helpless! The attention on his nipples made his cockhead \nmore sensitive to the assault, made him feel the abuse reverberate all \nacross the abdomen and down to his toes. He had the notion that such \nfeeling should have been pleasurable, but having them forced on you made\n it nothing but torture, plain and simple. And from the way the women \nvisually devoured him while they worked, he could see that they were \nfully aware of his feelings. Wholly reveling in them. This, he realized,\n was what they had bought him for after all. For torturing.
\n
\nThe woman with her hand over his mouth said something to him. She \nremoved the hand, gave his nipple a hard twist. She repeated what she \nsaid, harsher.
\n
\n\"Please,\" Jord begged, \"I don't understand!\"
\n
\nThe woman slapped his face. The rings around her fingers hurt as they \nhit. She said something else. They all laughed. Then, leaving his mouth \nfree, she continued to play with his nipple, the nails of her other hand\n digging into his arm.
\n
\nCruelface returned on the bed holding a small vial. The other two women \nmade way as she took his cock in her hand again, pouring onto it the \nclear liquid from the vial. The liquid was cold, and he gasped lightly \nat the feeling. Then Cruelface started rubbing the oily stuff in with \nher long, thin fingers.
\n
\nJord breathed deep at the almost overwhelming sensation of his cock in \nthe woman's tight grip. A strange feeling, like a strengthening tingle, \nstarted spreading out to his entire body. To his horror he realized that\n his cock was rapidly hardening. The women's eyes gleamed.
\n
\nHe had a big cock, even flaccid but especially when erect: long and \nthick with a large and symmetrically shaped head. He was proud of it. He\n had been waiting for the moment when a girl first saw it. The look of \ndesire in her eyes. Her smile. He had imagined the moment countless \ntimes when touching himself.
\n
\nHe had not anticipated this. These malicious old women at whose mercy he\n now was, the lecherous grins with which they regarded his engorged \nyoung sex organ. This was not at all how he wanted it to be. He could \nhardly believe it. But it was real. And he could not change it. They \nowned his body now. They owned him.
\n
\nJord's cock rock hard in her hands, grinning Cruelface examined it like a\n trophy. She said something to her comrades. The other women replied \nwith a malignant murmur of gleeful, and obviously increasingly aroused, \nlaughter.
\n
\nThen their hands were all over him again.
\n
\nJord closed his eyes. There was no describing the utter sense of \nhelplessness he felt with all those rough hands invading him. Rope \nchafed the skin on his wrists and ankles as he involuntarily strained \nagainst his binds, so intense were the sensations forced upon him. His \ncock aggressively stimulated, with the attention on his nipples \nincreasing the penile sensitivity, and his balls and anus fondled, the \ncombined affect made his breath come in gasps and whimpers. His entire \nbody was permeated with this odd tingling sensation which had steadily \ngrown. And finally he was loathe to identify the feeling: it was \narousal, powerful arousal! Albeit that it felt like the inverse of it, \nlike pleasure turned into torment. His mind seemed to rebel against it \nas well, reacting to it as though he was being subjected to pain.
\n
\nThis was somehow the doings of the liquid, he understood. Witchcraft! \nSome kind of dark magic which perverted the functions of his own body \nand mind. He recognized that what this feeling overwhelming him was \nsupposed to be was supreme sexual pleasure, but his mind could not \ninterpret it as anything but torture.
\n
\nAnd there was nothing for him to do but to endure it. Though as the \nfeeling yet grew, that seemed to become increasingly difficult.
\n
\nIn addition to the ongoing stimulation, he was every now and then \ntouched in a way that made him jolt. Some pinch or a certain extra \nsensitive spot of his cock found. The women seemed to greatly enjoy \nseeing this reaction.
\n
\nThen suddenly, the woman with his right nipple pinched it with her long \nnails, and he cried out. The woman on the left then took her turn and \npressed a violent hand over his mouth, pushing his head back down. She \nwhispered some words into his ear in her serpentine language, then \ngrinned with a whole mouthful of yellowed teeth. She kept the hand \npressed hard over his mouth as the merciless molestation went on.
\n
\nThe nearly intolerable sensitivity of his cock only seemed to grow. His \nbody kept twitching as Cruelface's hand twisted relentlessly around the \nhead. Ropes kept him spread out. Hands kept him down. And hands kept \nfeeling him, and feeling him, and feeling him. And he started to feel he\n might soon lose his mind.
\n
\nHis mind told him he was being killed from within. All he wanted was to \nescape. To imagine he was somewhere else. But the moment kept him right \nwhere he was. He could not help but feel everything. There was no \nescape.
\n
\nOh please, oh please-
\n
\nThe woman to his left suddenly let go of his mouth. She then turned his \nhead in her direction and proffered her large, pendulous tit at him. His\n eyes focused in the big, brown nipple. The woman motioned with her \nmouth. Suck it.
\n
\nHesitatingly Jord took the nipple in his mouth. He closed his eyes and \ndid what he thought to be his best. She held him by the hair as he did. \nPulling harder once in a while, which he took as indication to put more \neffort into it.
\n
\nAfter a while, the woman to his right then grabbed him by the head and \nturned it in her direction. Sticking her own smaller tit with nipples \njust as dark in his face. His mouth got to work.
\n
\nYet a while later the first woman took him back. In his mouth the nipple\n went. He felt humiliated but there was little else he could do.
\n
\nHe was doing his best to focus on his mouth instead of his cock, albeit \nwith great difficulty. But then Cruelface let go of his penis. He almost\n looked over to see as to why, but a hard tug on his hair kept him \nsucking.
\n
\nOut of the corner of his eye, he then saw Cruelface move up on the bed, \npositioning herself over him. When she took hold of his cock again, \nthat's when the nipple came out of his mouth and his head whipped in the\n woman's direction. Cruelface was spreading her cunt with the fingers of\n one hand, guiding this cock in with other.
\n
\n\"No!\" Jord found himself crying out, with a futile jolt against his binds. Trying to rise. He did not want her to-
\n
\nThe women in both sides grabbed him by the head, his jaw and his hair, \nand pushed him back down violently. Incensed words were hissed at him. \nHe reluctantly relented.
\n
\nHopeless took over. So this was how he was going to lose his virginity, \nraped by this horrid woman. And, he knew, after her the rest of them \nwould take their turns. He felt he would not be able to take it!
\n
\nPanic and helplessness filled his heart. Yet it was no use trying to fight this. It could only anger them.
\n
\nCruelface smiled as she then lowered herself on his cock, taking him \ninside. Her cunt felt as though burning him. He'd never known a feeling \nlike this before.
\n
\nWhat he felt like inside was like crying and screaming at the same time,\n yet he simply laid there, trying to contain his anguish. The women \nclearly saw all this. And it was obvious that they loved it. Monsters!
\n
\nCatching his nipples in her fingertips, Cruelface started riding him, \ngrinding to and fro on his cock. The woman on his left sill had him by \nthe jaw, the one on his right by his hair. Made it feel as though all \nthree were raping him at once. Meanwhile the other two kept busy with \nhis balls, ass, and thighs. Squeezing and clawing.
\n
\nHe closed his eyes. He'd wondered so many times how it felt to be inside a woman. He'd always imagined it would feel wonderful.
\n
\nIt felt terrible! Like the most vulnerable part of him was trapped \nwithin some hostile life-form. The sensation starting from the tip of \nhis cock and rippling up and down his whole body. A dirty sensation. \nLike being consumed.
\n
\nThe woman to his left released his jaw, then rose to position herself \nsquatting above his face. She rubbed at her sex with one hand and, \ncatching his eye, touched his lips with the other. She motioned with her\n own mouth: open up and stick your tongue out!
\n
\nWith a stab of chagrin on top of what he already felt, Jord felt he had \nno choice but to follow the wordless command. The woman smiled at him \nnastily as he lowered her hairy cunt to his mouth. He tried not to gag, \nboth for the feeling of having his mouth filled by her flesh and hair, \nand for the taste. He never could have imagined the taste! Salty and \nbitter. No doubt partly resulting from lack of washing.
\n
\nThe woman pulled at his hair to get his attention again. Then she made \nan eating gesture with her mouth. Closing his eyes, Jord tried his best.\n The taste of her, and the all that hair. It was so very difficult not \nto gag!
\n
\nThe woman then started rocking her hips while keeping hold of his hair \nwith both hands. Jord fought to keep his breath steady, women riding his\n cock and his mouth. Hands still all over. His tied-up body tensed. All \nhe could do was to close his eyes and hope it would be over soon.
\n
\nHe could still barely believe that he was being raped! But that was the reality.
\n
\nThey took their turns on him, each riding both his cock and his face. He\n survived, even if the feeling of his cock devoured by their cunts one \nby one was as if his soul was slowly sucked out of him. The eating was \nmore or less the same with each, except that the woman to his right also\n made him lick her asshole. He could not keep from gagging some then.
\n
\nThe last one to straddle his mouth was Cruelface. She was the most \nunpleasant of them all, or at least the roughest. After mimicking with \nher own mouth how she wanted his, lips pursed open-mouthed, with the \ntongue out flat, she grabbed his hair painfully hard and started to \ngrind her odious sex against his mouth. And not just the mouth, but his \nnose as well. The smell of her filled him. He had difficulty breathing. \nHe barely even paid mind to the woman on his cock, or the pinching of \nhis nipples and other parts, as he struggled to keep his mouth in such a\n position as to incur the woman's anger. If this was them having fun, \nhe did not want to know how they were when mad.
\n
\nFinally, after who knew how long, the woman seemed to climax, judging by\n her moaning and the way she tore at his hair even harder. She slowed \nher grinding, focusing her cunt more clearly on his mouth. Legs squeezed\n so hard around his head it hurt. Her liquids running down his throat, \nJord was struggling to swallow without gagging or choking.
\n
\nOnce Cruelface rose, the last woman was done with his cock as well. They\n had all seemed to have several orgasms abusing him. You might think \nthat they were satisfied.
\n
\nThe women repositioned themselves around their heavily breathing, \nthoroughly violated victim. Jord prayed that they were done with him \nnow.
\n
\nAs Cruelface went for his cock.
\n
\nAnd they continued.
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\n
\nDimillah's cunt still tingled from her third orgasm, the one she'd had \non the boy's mouth. Not that he had any skill with it (such skill would \nsoon be forced upon him) but rather it was the arousal over his helpless\n state which had triggered the climax. It was those first sweet moments \nwhen a boy realized what sort of purpose he had been bought for. His \nhumiliation and anguish for being utterly overtaken and used by women \nmuch older than him. The fear over what depravities they had in store \nfor him (they had plenty!) Together with her own anticipation of the \nthings they would still do to him, all of those things were enough to \nmake any Mučenian noblewoman orgasm. And of course it always felt good \nto feel a boy's mouth and face against your cunt.
\n
\nNow they were done raping him, and she was back to handling the big, \ndelicious piece of meat between his legs. Alisefeh and Lenarta played \nwith his nipples, Gimali cupped his balls with firm hands, and Ferrah \nnearly penetrated his asshole with the knuckles of her fore and middle \nfinger.
\n

\nDimillah smiled. She couldn't decide if the boy struggled not to cum or \nnot, but he certainly strained hard against the ropes around his wrists \nand ankles. Whimpering so sweetly. She was well aware that he was being \noverwhelmed by sensation. That was, after all, the whole point! The Elixir twisted his mind so that the strong arousal and the greatly \nincreased sensitivity it caused were experienced as deeply unpleasant. \nIn skillful hands, the resulting sensations were very interesting, to \nsay the least. And, of course, those culminated once he inevitably came!\n Forcing them over that threshold was always great fun.

\n
\nAs dedicated practitioners of the Art, the ladies played this beautiful \nboy like an instrument. What music they would still wring out of him!
\n
\nAfter delighting in his reactions a while longer, Dimillah then stopped \nstroking his cock. \"Have you been enjoying your stay with us so far?\" \nshe asked. Alisefeh took a handful of the boy's hair and roughly raised \nhis head so that his eyes would meet with Dimillah's. She grinned at \nhim. \"You have given us such pleasure and delight already, and our life \ntogether has barely begun! To keep things interesting, let's play a \nlittle game, shall we?\"
\n
\nThe slave, obviously not understanding a word, tried to say something, \nbut Alisefeh squeezed his cheeks roughly. \"Your mouth is only there to \nbe used, boy!\" she hissed. \"Not to speak.\"
\n
\n\"Cries are alright too,\" Lenarta pointed out.
\n
\nMurmur of laughter.
\n
\nDimillah continued. \"We are still going to torture you . . . for real. \nAnd there's nothing you can do to stop that. We own you now, body and \nsoul. You are our property, to do with as we please. And it pleases us \nto inflict pain and discomfort on you. Suffering is the gift required of\n you. And of that there'll be plenty!\"
\n
\nEveryone grinned wide at the sweet, helpless boy. Anticipation for his coming torture so delicious!
\n
\n\"Tell you what. Let us make a deal. We will next attempt to make you \ncum. Your job is to try to keep it from happening. If you succeed, we \nwill be done with you for the day. You will be shown to the slave \nquarters and will get to rest until tomorrow. Should you fail, however, \nwe shall take you into the torture chamber downstairs, and there teach \nyou the meaning of pain. Understood?\"
\n
\nOf course he didn't understand. He looked ridiculously confused.
\n
\nDimillah smiled. \"Good! Let's begin.\"
\n
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\n
\nJord was on the verge of tears. That feeling, that dark churning of \nanti-pleasure inside him which the intense stimulation caused did \nnothing but increase. His entire body had become hypersensitive, a \nconduit to this evil which consumed him. And he had figured out what the\n women wanted from him. They wanted him to cum. They would not stop \nuntil he did. And so he tried to, even if his mind recoiled from the \nidea. It would surely be a ghastly sensation, the climax to this \ntorment. But it was his only hope. The women kept repeating some words \nto him. Urging him to cum. He knew it.
\n
\nAnd though it terrified him, he tried to, just to make the torture stop.
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\n
\nDimillah loved watching the boy's anguish. The beautiful, big hard cock \nhelpless in her hands. It would not last much longer, and he would be \nover the edge. He could not stop it even if he tried. Even if he did.
\n
\nGimali was helping her with the penis, stroking the shaft while she \nfocused on the head. Ferrah was working the balls, with the forefinger \nof the other hand simultaneously fucking his ass. Alisefeh and Lenarta \nhad his nipples, the latter with a hand firmly over his mouth. The hand \nmuffled his lovely whimpers.
\n
\n\"Don't cum!\" the ladies kept telling him. \"You better not.\" Taunting \nhim, even if he could not understand. Well, he understood all he needed \nto. The language of his body they were fluent in.
\n
\nDimillah smiled. Thinking about the evening ahead. She would absolutely \nlove torturing this beautiful boy's delicious cock. As they all would.
\n
\nNot much longer now.
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\nJord had no control over his body. The spasms, the shaking, the \nwhimpering. He was crossing the threshold. Oh sweet gods! It was too \nmuch! It was too—
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\nDimillah's smile spread wider as she then felt the head swelling in her \ngrip. The boy was about to cum. This was also evinced by his body's \ngrowing rigidity, his whimpers' increasing, and that adorable shaking \nand twitching that took his limbs.
\n
\nAnd then he came with a mighty jolt. Lenarta had to use strength in \norder to keep the crying boy's head down. Semen squirted out onto his \nflexed abs, down Dimillah's still grinding hand. She did nothing to slow\n down; vice versa, she squeezed her hand extra hard around the head as \nshe kept the circular motion going. The other women held down the \nkeening, struggling boy, the ropes biting into his skin as he fought \nuselessly. He was shaking like crazy. His lovely young body all tensend \nmuscle. Slick with sweat. It was gorgeous!
\n
\n\"Aw, you didn't make it,\" Dimillah cooed. \"Don’t feel too bad, there was\n no way you could have. We would have simply gone on as long as needed. \nI'm afraid we are a little bit evil that way.\" She giggled. \"Hold still,\n I'm not done with you!\" To help keep him put, Gimali sat on top of his \nstomach. Dimillah kept pointed attention on the glans. Fingertips. Some \nnails. \"How sensitive your lovely cock is!\" She giggled again. \"How \nfortunate . . . for us.\"
\n
\nThe muffled words he tried to repeat again and again under Lenarta's \nhand were the ones in his language that they would be learning well. \n\"Please\", \"don't\", \"stop.\" Something in that vein. Oh, the sweet urgency\n of his useless begging!
\n
\nDimillah laughed at his distress. \"Ah, don't fuss! Soon we shall be \ndoing things to you to make you wish I was still stroking you. We have \nsuch delicious ways to play with your most sensitive bits!\"
\n
\nThe women snickered in aroused delight.
\n
\nShe kept going until his struggling settled down to more subdued \nsobbing. His limbs still twitched and shook with her fingers exploring \nthe hyper-sensitive cock. Then finally she relented, releasing the still\n rock-hard organ.
\n
\nThe grinning women traded looks. Caressing the shivering mess of a boy \nat their mercy. They smiled wider at what they were all thinking.
\n
\nIt was time to take him downstairs.
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\nThe experience of the so-called orgasm that Jord had suffered in the \nmerciless hands of these terrible women had left him deeply shaken. It \nhad been even worse than having his virginity stolen in a gang-rape, \nwhich had certainly been traumatic enough. As Cruelface had been \nrelentlessly stroking his cock afterwards, he had actually had moments \nof certainty that he would not be able to survive this. It was just too \nhorrible!
\n
\nNow, still alive, he walked between two guards, with the women walking \nahead. The women were dressed again. Rich folks' finery of silk and \nleather. It made them no more appealing.
\n
\nThey were headed downstairs. He assumed they would show him his room. Or\n most likely a cell. He was, after all, a slave. He didn't care at the \nmoment. As long as he could sleep, and at least try to recover from what\n had just been done to him. He'd need some privacy, at least, so that he\n could cry. He would not give them any more satisfaction. He had given \nthem way too much already!
\n
\nHis cock still stood hard between his legs, that arousal yet keeping him\n in its thrall. How much longer until it went away? It made him sick to \nhis stomach!
\n
\nJord dared to think that he would get some relief. After all, he did do \nwhat they wanted him to, right? They did not at least seem as if they \nhad any intention to rape him more. He dared hope that what he'd just \nsuffered would be the worst it would get. He might be able to live \nthough this, after all.
\n
\nFinally they stopped by a sturdy iron door. Yes. Definitely a cell.
\n
\nJord shivered, cold after sweating. It was so frigid down here. Were \nthey going to give him any clothes? He would catch his death in this!
\n
\nThe door opened and they ushered him inside into the darkness. For a cell, it sure seemed big!
\n
\nOne woman threw a lever on the wall, and suddenly the room lit up with \ndim light. He felt a brief touch of wonder. He had heard of this strange\n way of lighting rooms instead of torches. Electricity, it was called. \nIt did not exist where he came from. What kind of magic created it?
\n
\nThat wonder was short lived. It was soon overtaken by something else as he got a look of the room.
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\nIt was indeed large, and full of things. It was the things which ignited\n the terror within Jord's heart. Chains and shackles on the walls, \nhanging from the ceiling, and bolted to the floor. At the back, a wooden\n cross and other contraptions meant for attaching a person to. Whips of \nall sorts hanging on the walls. Tables laden with sinister looking \ninstruments and strange equipment. A brazier with metal rods sticking \nout. By the door, a sturdy table with leather straps.
\n
\nThere was no doubt as to what this room was. Not a cell at all. A torture chamber!
\n
\nPanic set in, as Jord understood the situation. He did not want to be tortured! He was terrified of pain!
\n
\nHe quickly swirled around toward the door with the desperate intention \nof escaping. But she only ran into the fleshy wall of the guards. He \nheard the women's laughter behind him as the guards handled him as \neasily as if he were a child. They seized him and turned him back \naround. Cruelface stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face. \nOne of the other women grabbed him hard by the balls. Another by his \nhair. He cried out. They grinned maliciously.
\n
\nThen Cruelface barked an order and he was lifted by the guards. With \nease and grace, even with him kicking and screaming, they carried him \nonto the sturdy table, setting him onto his back. Then straps were \nattached. His hands above his head, his legs spread. Straps around \nthighs, abdomen, chest, and neck.
\n
\nAs he was being attached, as he yet struggled, he could not help begging. \"Please, please, please, don't hurt me!\" he cried urgently. \"I'll do anything! Please-\"
\n
\nHis begging was cut off as a gag was stuck in his mouth. That was the \nlast thing attached. And he was secured tightly. Utterly helpless.
\n
\nThe women stood around him. Smiling sadistic smiles. They were truly hideous, monstrous creatures!
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\nAnd he was theirs completely.
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\n\"That was neither a nice nor a wise thing to try,\" Dimillah said with \nmock anger. \"And here we were going to go easy on you.\" She clicked her \ntongue, taking the big juicy cock by the base. \"But now I'm personally \ngoing to make sure to cause you as much pain as possible. And that is a \nlot!\"
\n
\nShe accentuated her last words with finger flicks to the cockhead. The \nboy jolted and cried, and the ladies around the torture table were \ngrinning with glee and anticipation.
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\nThen she walk over to a table to the side to pick up a vial. She came \nback, and poured some elixir-antidote onto the cock. Rubbing it in. The cock \nstarted becoming flaccid. \"Let's give your prick a little rest. We'll \nreturn to play with it soon enough.\"

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\nAnd, laughing, the ladies withdrew. Left him waiting for his ordeal \nwhile then went for some food and wine. A good torture session would \nmake the sweetest dessert!
\n
\nAs they left, they turned off the light. Leaving the boy in darkness.
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\nIn the cold and dark, Jord shivered and sobbed into his gag. Naked and \nalmost completely immobilized. The sense of helplessness he felt defied \nwords.
\n
\nThey had left him for now, but would soon be back. And they would hurt \nhim for their amusement, and no amount of begging and pleading was going\n to deter them. If anything, it was vice versa. This was what got them \noff, after all.
\n
\nWhat thoughts of escape he had entertained just a moment ago were \nrapidly fading. A certainty of their futility was rapidly taking over \nhis mind. Growing desperation and terror. He knew this was end of the \nline for him. His final destiny. Life of rape and torture.
\n

\nHe would never leave this place alive.

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