A Slave

A Slave is a fantasy/fact story always in my mind in one form or another

It was sara's first ever visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place.

Her old Master had decided she was no longer wanted, a liability even, and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April.

He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as sara was, brought a tidy sum, no he wished her to go to a new Master who would give her the attention she deserved and craved as an only slave.

Her old Master had filled out the registration form:

Reason for sale - Surplus to requirements and still to be fully broken in.

Name -- Slave sara

Age -- 20

Height -- 5 foot 2 inches

Bust -- 30 inches

Pussy -- Light Bush

Scars -- None

Brands -- None

Tolerance -- Average -- Open to Improvement.

It was the last item that caused her to be at the farm. Her jealousy had no bounds.

Her Sir had decided that her tolerance should be raised.

By the same token He felt as a slave she lacked understanding of situations in a multi slave house.

She had a great capacity to receive a punishment beating but lacked the ability to surrender herself completely to enter and enjoy the pleasures of "Sub Space".

If she only knew how this state would endear her to any Master she would not fight it, for what Master would not want his slave to lose consciousness and control and be totally dependent upon him.

This truly is the sign of surrender and such power transference is the ultimate gift.

Sub State is the form the mind takes during a punishment like a Tantra or even the most erotic dream, no pain is felt just ecstasy.

He was thinking it was maybe time to move her on to another Master.

It was 8.00pm when she arrived at the farm.

sara was stripped on entering the administration block, her details logged and she was taken to the washing room.

Two slaves, at the farm were ordered to wash her down, male slaves and they relished their jobs.

sara had been lightly shackled by her hands and raised to tip toes with a rope through a ceiling hook in the roof beams.

Once on her toes they began to roughly finger her and with her pussy juice moved to her bummy hole and they gave it a share of their fingers.

They were also obviously naked and when happy with their work spent little time in sandwiching sara between them.

One in her pussy as the other fucked her bummy hole.

sara never objected but whimpered until the slave from behind reached forward and pulled hard on her nipples, pulling them hard and tight to each side whilst the slave at the front beat them with the back of a scrubbing brush.

She let out a scream, which made the slaves fuck her harder.

She took 10 hard slaps on each tit then they were released, and she took 5 on each nipple as the slaves filled her with their cum.

They washed and hosed her well, pushing the end of the hose in each hole to wash her clean.

She was let down, patted dry and taken out of the showers, her hands now free, down a corridor to another door.

It led to the stable block where she was taken in and asked if she needed to be fastened on her knees in a stall, she said no, she had nowhere to run to.

She was bed down on soft hay with 5 other girls, no one spoke but occasional sobs were heard through the night.

Staff members kept themselves through the night, be it fucking the girls themselves or bringing in male, gay slaves to eat the girls or fuck them.

Their determination not to go with a girl were soon overruled by either lashes on their backs or more convincing over their balls and shafts.

Whilst a certain amount of sympathy was given to the poor gay boys, a fucking was more important to them and the extra thrust as the belt hit their bottoms.

A shaft of light beamed through a skylight and sara knew her day was soon to begin.

The door opened and the girls were told to follow one of the slaves to a dining area.

They sat at a table, although one girl with a bottom full of red stripes decided to stand.

Their demeanour and style were impeccable, they could dine at any table, in fact could dine with Kings.

The food was in generous supply they could eat what they liked.

Cereal, fried breakfast, or just toast and honey, juices, milk and of course coffee or tea.

"Slave sara, to the doctors," echoed a voice over the speaker system.

sara stood and awaited further instruction, she held out her hands and they were shackled and attached to a leather strap and led out of the dining room to a room further down the corridor.

The leader slave knocked, and he was told to enter with her and she was put in front of him.

"Name?"

"Slave sara Sir."

"Reason for your visit?"

"Slave auction entrant Sir."

"Correct, onto the bed please slave sara."

sara climbed onto the starkly covered examination table and was given a full going over, inside and out!

All measurements and readings were recorded, everything precisely written down.

The doctor turned to the male slave and said "shave."

He walked towards sara and sat her up; re-attached her lead and led her to the wash block where the leader slave and helper were waiting.

Her feet were fastened with ankle bracelets and a rope attached to each.

One slave pulled on the rope whist the other took her under her arms as she was again hoisted up.

This time off the ground, upside down and legs apart.

The slaves relished their jobs; one pulled out his cock and offered it to sara's mouth which she readily accepted.

He foamed her pussy, back and front and shaved as he filled her mouth.

He carefully removed the hair from her bummy crack and up and down both lips as she sucked him.

He arched his back and pulled back a little as he spurted his cum down her throat.

When he had emptied he withdrew and allowed the other slave to take his place, she instinctively pushed out her tongue to help guide him in.

He was bigger than the first, but she sucked him hard and hungrily as he grew into her.

He began to shave her mons; he was as skilful as the slave before him and shaved close and cleanly without the hint of a cut.

He finished his job quickly so gave more attention to sara's mouth.

Holding in a little longer causing her to almost suffocate, time after time.

Making her gag with his size, then cumming without pulling back a little causing her to choke.

But at last it was over, she was lowered, hosed down and returned to the doctor.

He fastened her legs into the stirrups and placed a strap over her tits to hold her down.

sara had a feeling she never had before, she was a little scared, she did not know what to expect, she had never been restrained before like this.

Her Master had always guided her and would never put her in any danger, here was the unknown.

Then the doctor wiped her pussy and clit with a cold liquid on a cloth and produced a hood ring.

He placed it in the piercing gun slapped her pussy a few times and attached the ring into her hood.

sara shrieked at the pain, the doctor said she had been very brave and deserved a treat, as she smiled the doctor dropped his trousers and laid his cock over her pussy lips.

"Would you like me to fuck you slave sara?"

"Yes please Sir."

He played over her lips pushing up against her new adornment causing her to wince.

He inserted and began to rock backwards and forwards playing with her ring.

The pain soon turned to pleasure with her new ring constantly brushing her clit as she rocked back and they both cum together.

The doctor withdrew and walked to sara's head and she laid it on one side and opened her mouth and began to lick and clean the doctor's cock, she was well trained in this department.

The male slave was called, and a clit lead was attached, and she was taken back to her stall to rest, well, rest in-between the employees mates and relations enjoying the free fucking`s.

They were not inhuman at the slave farm and tried to make the slaves as comfortable as possible.

sara had dinner then lay down for the night, no visitors tonight, it was the eve of the auction.

The same shaft of light woke her the next morning, same breakfast and then she was called to "Bay Number Three"

**********

It was me; I was the slave, I knew little of what was happening, and why should i?

I felt cold and alone as I sat waiting, my heart was now deadened of any hope returning back to my home and to the arms of the man I adored.

The stone walls closed in on me as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I knew my life was empty without him.

He was my reason for living, the purpose for my existence.

From the time I first moved to England from Paris in the late 60s he was there.

I was 18 when I first moved in as Sir's slave; my life had been in a shamble with a love that had gone wrong and I had fallen in with a wrong and violent lot, a gang.

They were involved in all sorts of illegal jobs, including armed robberies and even worse, for the right money.

I was not looking for love at all, I guess it really found me by accident, or was it?

He was at the news stand buying a newspaper when we met, I was working in a local supermarket, it was not the best job in town, but it paid my board and a few extras, I was on my lunch break and I'd decided to browse at some magazines instead of eating.

He looked at me and for a moment our eyes locked; He says he looked into the depths of my soul.

I smiled at Him and He flashed a grin back with a nod of approval.

I blushed as I realised, I was holding an 'adult' magazine.

"Better be careful with that one,"

He said and gave me a wink... I moved in with him as a servant the same day.

It was a chilly Sunday morning and as usual on Sundays I rose early and went to the markets, it was now a month after meeting and joining Sir.

I liked to be the first one there and be able to buy the choicest of fruits and vegetables for my Sir, before the dozens of hands prodded and picked over them.

Nothing was too good for my Master.

It was my special day, I'd always have my breakfast out on market days, it was my one treat that was a ritual to me, and Sir never minded me spoiling myself on bacon and eggs and proper coffee.

I was always back before Sir woke and was available if he needed me, which I always prayed he would.

Although being in a poly house meant that some day`s He wouldn't choose me.

I would never argue or debate with Sir, He most certainly was the head of the house and we were all a very special part of His life.

I felt that some of us were a 'little' more part of His life than others, but Sir never entered that kind of conversation with me, why would he?

I always woke Sir, in my usual way on Sunday Mornings, but this particular Sunday he had chosen another, a new girl, a bratty type with ample breasts and a plump bottom.

As I knocked on his door, I could hear His groans, jealously raged in my heart.

I could not contain myself and I opened the door and went in anyway pretending I hadn't heard.

She was between his legs and he was enjoying her a little too much I thought.

They both ignored me, so I left quietly and waited."

After what seemed an eternity, she came down for breakfast making so many comments about how she had pleased him, just loud enough so I could hear.

I could contain it any longer, I ran to my room crying grabbed my purse and ran back into the kitchen, she was still going on and on about how she would be his 'special girl'.

I looked up at her and nodded.

Yes, she would take my place and I had no option left but to leave.

I knew I had nowhere to go but I didn't care; I would ring for a taxi and disappear.

"May I make a phone call Jack, Sir?" who was self-elected custodian of life in the servant's quarters.

He was fussing around kitchen waiting for Sir to call for him.

Jack a 52 year gay butler cared very little about who was in Sir's bed, just so long as he got out of it so he could get him dressed and off to His office.

Jack could then slip off for a few hours of his own pleasure.

He was used to me coming and going on a Sunday and nodded wearily.

She smirked at me as if to say, who cares he's mine now.

"I would not think you will be missed slave girl."

That was the final straw; I opened my purse, "I know the taxi number is in here somewhere."

I smiled sweetly at her, yes here it is and I pulled out my 45 pistol and shot her right between those slutty big tits.

Her face registered horror and for several seconds before she fell, staring at me, I smiled again and whispered sweetly "bon voyage."

Everyone in the room was in shock! Jack's face was bright red; he kept taking deep breaths while muttering unrecognisable words and fanning himself with his hand as if he had just swallowed a hot potato.

The cook screamed then dropped to her knees and began racing through her rosy beads as if it was her responsibly to open heaven's door for a newcomer.

The gun shot has roused the Master and the next moment he was standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking at the body of the girl that had just been in his bed.

I still had the gun in my hand; Sir turned to me and looked at me with a strange but loving manner.

"I told you that jealous would get you into bother one day."

He walked toward me and took the gun from my hand, "Let`s get rid of this then shall we Jack?"

Cook was still crying but came round when Sir suggested she make us all a 'good cup of tea."

"No need to make a big do of this he said, Jack you will have to do a little digging job for me this morning.

I'm afraid your friend will miss your company today," he said with a glint in his eye.

I told you, Sir knew everything and took everything in his stride.

**********

The door opened abruptly, and I was snapped back to reality, slave no 4 was written on my belly in a black marker by one of the men slaves, the man in charge said nothing, not even looking up from his notebook.

I stood obediently and grimaced as he attached a chain to my clit ring.

I had no protest left in my spirit it had finally fully surrendered.

Standing alone on the block I knew my new life as a possible worthless slave was soon about to begin.

A steady stream of prodders, pokers, jugglers and fingerers examined me, one even had his hand in my mouth after fingering more before me.

I tried to smile and was as obedient as I could be.

I had to bend over, legs apart or present my pussy by opening my lips with my hands and lift each tit underneath to have my nipples pinched.

I saw 7 more girls being sold today, one was even pregnant, and a host of bidders, when it was my turn the bidding ended up between two people, an oldish, fattish man and a young man whom I remember giving me an extra finger when he examined and I may have even shuddered a little.

Sold to Mr. J, ticket 117, take her down.

I was taken to a holding pen and given what can only be described as a sack cloth dress, which went over my head with 2 holes for my arms, I still had no idea who had won me, with my luck it would be the older man.

The main door opened, and he was first in the queue to collect his goods.

He walked straight towards me but went to the pen next door.

He had her strip and whipped her with the crop he carried then she was knelt to suck, he pulled out and squirted all over her face and hair.

She was pulled to her feet and whipped again for spillage, he untied her clit lead from the rail and took her out.

As brutal as he was, I had a little cum and held onto the rails to steady myself.

148 is over here Sir said a male slave, I stood straight, back arched slightly to push my sack covered tits out.

It was the young man.

My hands shot to my head in respect.

He lifted my dress to make sure my lead was secure, patted my lips and led me out.

The auctioneer commented he had a fine young breeding slave; his reply was she should make a good pony slave too.

I had no idea at all what he meant.

We got to his home and he took me to my room, quite large and sparse but a room of my own, I shared with 2 more at my past Sirs.

His housekeeper had a bath run for me and he left.

"Before we continue slave girl, I am in charge of you and if I say sit, you fukin well sit," she slapped my face.

"Get that fukin sack thing off."

I stripped naked and put my hands on my head.

"Very, very slow slave girl, I can see I need to beat some speed into you."

She unhooked a short strap from her skirt belt and pulled my lead towards her and I went over her knee for one hell of a housewarming with her belt.

In the bath She covered every inch of my body with her soaped flannel and pushed into my openings as far as they would go.

I do not think she could have been any rougher.

"Do you eat pussy slave girl?"

I was sensible enough to say, "Yes Mistress."

Wet through and chilly I was knelt and pushed under her skirt, I pulled her knickers down to her knees and fucked her with my mouth till she had an almighty cum, it was so sweet and filling, I fucked for more and felt the strap over my bottom.

She pulled my head out by my hair and gave me two slaps and took me back to my room.

"Get stood in that corner and don`t fukin move, Mr. Jones will be into see you in his own time.

He will probably fuck you and he is very rough, so be forewarned slave girl and I will be back to turn your light out when he has gone, oh and i will bring my eldest son so he can give you another fukin."

She laughed as she left me and I began to cry, sniffles at first, then sobs then the water works.

Mr. Jones came in after about an hour or so,

"What is your name girl?"

"Whatever you wish to call me Sir."

He spun me around and slapped my small tits.

"You will learn to answer my questions civilly. First lesson coming up."

He unbuckled his belt and used it open ended like a whip and gave me the whipping I deserved for trying to be a smart arse, well I ended up with more than a smarting arse.

He grabbed my lead and led me onto the landing, I was bent over the top rail and my arms put into the restraints already there so like a cross.

The housekeeper was walking past below. "You were correct, as ever, this slave is going to be beaten daily if she does not alter her ways.

I got another 20 or 30 across by bottom and back with his belt, then a hand spanking.

He kicked my legs wider and I felt pressure on my open lips as his huge cock began to pound me, I was soon cumming, time after time.

He finally cum into me then walked away.

The housekeeper came and wiped my pussy and gave me a quick suck and lick.

"You will remain here till the whole house has fucked you slave girl, from the gardener to the handyman."

She was quite right, I was fucked by four different sized cocks and styles and accepted it all as my duty.

Sir came back, "What is your name?"

"sara Sir."

I heard his belt buckle undoing and I got 20 more to remind me of my place.

He undid me, knelt me down and took out the largest cock I had ever seen, I could only get in his crown to start with so wanked him with both hands till he filled my throat and mouth with his cum.

He pulled out and slapped my face with his cock, what a monster.

I was sent to the bathroom to clean up and he had a food and drinks tray sent to my room by cooks son.

He was around 25 and nicely hung.

I went to my knees and made him hang longer.

He stood me up and bent me over the bed on my back.

He pulled his belt off his trousers and whipped my pussy lips.

"You will be slack with all the cock you have had."

I screamed as he belted and pushed straight into me, what a fucking that was.