Barbarian World

Rusk was supremely tender as he gently worked off Amy's clothing and his own. Rather than plunge in immediately, he worked his lava hot lips remarkably as they took an erotic tour of Amy's body. Building up to a laser of intensity, he was over her sex and working determinedly. Amy had always been difficult to please orally. Very few of her boyfriends had ever given her the cunnilingus she felt that she not only deserved but was entitled to. The barbarian however, seems to have a sixth sense about Amy's needs and desires. Like never before in her life, she was soon moaning with pleasure.

Only after Amy had climaxed several times did Rusk plunge his massive manhood into Amy's secret place. His maleness filled her and Amy felt every stress and doubt leave her body. Never had Amy encountered this perfect package; gifted with both his tongue and tool. Amy felt him erupt deep inside her before he softened. As the barbarian watched the flush of orgasm depart from Amy, he held her close and stroked her. Amy's dreams that night were her best in years.

The first light of morning found Rusk gazing rapturously at Amy who returned his smile with one of her own.

"Thank you, Master, Rusk, you are quite skilled and very tender." she purred contentedly

"And you, slave Amy, are a wonder in the sleeping furs." replied, Rusk with a tinge of awe in his voice.

Amy sat up naked in the furs and knelt before the naked, sitting barbarian,

"I need to properly thank you, Master" said Amy softly as her lips went to work on Rusk's impressive manhood. Amy could not help but notice there had not been a note of sarcasm or irony in her voice when she had used the word "Master." More avidly than she ever had , Amy set to work at the task of fellatio. Usually Amy found sucking cock a chore but, the barbarian had been so tender, giving, and gentle to her the previous night, that Amy was delighted to please him in return. Suddenly, Amy felt the hot cum in her mouth, unlike that of earthmen, it was not bitter, but rather buttery, and almost sweet. It slid delightedly down the earth girl's throat.

Rusk emitted a sound of pleasure and gently stroked Amy's hair and cheek.

"I can scarcely believe that a woman as wondrous as you breaths and walks anyplace besides my dreams. If you were mine, I would show you the sweetest love I was capable of. A woman such as you makes a warrior better in every way."

Amy considered Rusk's words and replied, "Why were you so tender with me, Master? Do not all warriors take what they desire and use women as they wish?"

"Who has told you such lies?" raged the barbarian. "A warrior is tender with a woman always. Even when he disciplines her he is gentle, never marking her. The goddess will not admit a warrior to the eternal hunting grounds if he has a bad reputation among the women. We keep slaves to protect and to treasure them. When we share our possessions, part of our soul covers them and guards them against the wiles of the enemy. It takes much protection for women to please the goddess as she is harsher to her own kind. How do you not know this? Has that tyrant, Mark been keeping you in ignorance? I shall run him through with my sword!"

"No! Master!" After the anger in Rusk's eyes faded, Amy continued, " I care not for Master Mark but he is not mistreating me or keeping me ignorant. We come from a far land and many of your customs are new to us. I had listened to the words of old fishwives and bitter spinsters."

At her words, Rusk's features brightened. "You are as puzzling as you are beautiful slave Amy. Come, the time is past for me to return you to your true Master." He bent and gathered up Amy's cast off clothing. The thought of returning to Mark, even of traveling with him, filled Amy with disgust. The only thing she wanted from he partner was his skill in filing reports and his art as an observer, both of those needs could be met through a few hours work each day.

"Buy me Master, Rusk!" cried Amy.

The barbarian stood and gazed down at Amy. "I gave my vow to Janna's father that I would never part with her. I pledged my life!"

"Not forever, Master Rusk." replied Amy. "Just until the pilgrimage is over. When we return to this spot you can sell me back to Master Mark. Since we will be traveling together, you can keep an eye on Janna. Her father did not tell you that you could not part with her for a short time did he? And despite the antipathy I feel for my master, for reasons that you would not understand I must visit with him two or three hours a day."

"You have no passion for your warrior, wish to be rid of him, yet you also desire time with him every day?"

"It is the way of my people. I will NOT be in the sleeping furs with him."

Rusk thought a moment and said, "You realize that one of your coloring and beauty must be shared often by a warrior to elevate his renown amongst the wagons and to ensure that the goddess looks favorably upon her? You will be very blessed indeed by the shadow of many warriors by the time we return here. But for the honor of possessing and bedding you as often as the desire strikes us, I would be willing to surrender some time to the warrior Mark. You WILL keep your time of visit as short as possible or I will end them."

Amy listened to the tall, dark warrior. She understood the full impact of his words. As far as Amy was concerned, even a thousand barbarians were preferable to a single night with Mark. Yet, Amy now understood that giving pleasure was as much a part of being a warrior as wielding a sword or killing game, The thought of other men like Rusk, intrigued and pleased Amy, even now her mind was constructing the comparative essay on their sexual attributes.

"As you wish, Master, Rusk."

"Are you nuts Amy?" asked Mark incredulously after Rusk had redressed and returned her.

"I prefer his touch to your presence."

"But I saved your life!" screamed mark

"That does not mean that I am going to spread my thighs for you in exchange. My gratitude to you will be expressed in the fantastic way I polish your prose and in my thanking you profusely at the awards ceremonies we attend. I will NEVER submit to you Mark. Unless you want your tent to be one large ice cube, your best alternative is to sell me to Rusk. Decide on a price that is fair. I will no doubt go up in value so work on attaining enough property to buy me back when the month is over."

"I really really hate you Amy. Perhaps I won't buy you back."

"Yes you will. Our reports will only shine only if we work together. You need my prose writing skills and I need your data collection and observational talents. Without me you just turn in a fairly generic report that will not stand out. Without you, I have a beautifully written report, that is deficient in the data department. As much as we despise each other, we are linked."

"You realize that he will trade you around like sports cards amongst school kids?" said Mark settling down.

"Mark, I'd rather be ravaged by a thousand uncouth barbarians than submit to you in any way."

"Rusk must be hell in the sack."

Amy flushed and replied, "He is the most giving and loving man I have ever met. In some ways he is more sensitive than the best trained submissive on earth. I WILL admit that your initial idea of me wearing a collar was the proper approach and that I had some very deep misunderstandings about this world. I will not be so blind again."

Mark thought a moment and said, "It will be fun to own Janna. She really knows how to give a guy what he needs."

"You are a pig, Mark and you will not keep Janna happy for long."

"One more crack like that and I won't buy you back." said Mark dejectedly.

"Yes you will, Mark; for the very reasons I enunciated. Now, before more pilgrims arrive, you and Rusk have to haggle over Janna and myself and then come to an agreement."

A short time later, Amy and Janna stood an arm's length apart, contemplating each others nudity. Slaves were sold naked as a social convention. Inexperienced Amy was far more nervous than Janna. Amy thought Janna held the advantages, she was taller, blue eyed and had larger breasts. As for Janna, she envied Amy her exotic hair color, her trim figure and her arresting eyes. Janna smiled at Amy and said,

"Our Masters will have a hard time coming to a decision, even if our sale is not permanent."

Not far away, Rusk and Mark attempted to barter. Mark had several small kegs of rare liquor in his wagon. The kegs were a gift from a friend of his at the embassy. Instinctively Mark knew that he would need to retain at least three of the kegs to buy Amy back. On the other hand, Janna was quite valuable and meant a great deal to Rusk, but, since the sale was not permanent, Mark thought that he get her for a bit under market value. From the stores Mark produced a jeweled dagger. It was a mate of the one that Mark always wore, he had hoped to take both home as a souvenir of the trip.

Initially, Rusk set the bar very high for Janna so Mark applied the same pricing structure to Amy. Eventually each winnowed down their positions. Mark found that he had a real gift for haggling. He recalled he had last used that skill when he was a much younger man trading sports cards and nudie magazines with his friends. In the end Janna cost Mark his dagger, a quiver of spare arrows, a keg of the rare liquor and five gold coins. In exchange for Amy, Rusk delivered, seven gold coins, his spare long sword which needed repairs to the hilt, and a small keg of fermented, salted fish that was a much sought after delicacy which could double as cash. The two men shook hands over the deal, and then embraced.

To seal the deal each woman provided a rousing session of fellatio to their new masters before they placed themselves into their master's laps and repeated the oath of bondage. Mark gazed hungrily at Amy as she worked. The fact that he would never experience Amy's charms in any way was finally hitting home. Mark realized that Amy might be the most beautiful woman he had ever met. His pain tore all the harder after the women swallowed their mouthfuls of seed. Mark could not help but notice that subsequent to this act, Amy repeated her vow with far more conviction and vigor than she had when Mark had first placed a collar about her neck. Only now were the women permitted to redress. Mark really hated seeing Amy cover up, the sight of her naked was beyond arousing. Mark wondered anew why the fetching college girl had such an antipathy for him. "I'm not an ogre, why does she see me as one?" He thought again, this time even more bitterly.

Amy and Janna exchanged wagons and each set to the task of making breakfast for their new owners. Janna smiled broadly at Mark and he beamed at her in return. "This world has some truly wonderful ideas that more places should adopt." though Mark as he eyed his new acquisition with pride. The women had just finished cleaning the dishes from the morning meal when a line of wagons entered the watering spot. Mark could not help but notice just how lovely some of the other female slaves were. Still, Mark knew that before the convoy set out again, that he would take Janna several times.

Mark was amazed at how thoroughly he and Amy blended into the crowd of natives. Mark realized, that his and Amy's field work would be priceless, and likely talked about by generations of subsequent students. That knowledge thrilled him, but Mark realized that he would forgo all of that fame and success if he only Amy would consent to share the sleeping furs with him. He envied Rusk his easy way as he gently ordered Amy about. Amy's smiles appeared very broad and seemed quite genuine as she stood above the fire and warmed some food.

Mark also savored Janna's lean form. It was such a kick to have such a ravishing creature call him "Master" without a hint of sarcasm or resentment in her voice. After she had cleaned the dishes, Mark had Janna enter his tent for a moment so that he could make use of her. This time Mark was more solicitous of what his slave desired sexually than he had been their first time together. Truth be told, Amy's calling him a pig had stung Mark considerably. The last thing he wanted was to turn off Janna, to cause her to resent or despise him. Mark was determined to keep Janna happy and disprove Amy's prediction of their relationship. Janna's delighted moans and cries of gratitude, went a long way to convince Mark that he was on the right track.

In all fourteen more wagons arrived in the watering spot. Mark and Rusk took their turns standing guard as the new arrivals bathed and set up their tents. The women were all staggeringly beautiful. Most were lithe blondes like Janna, a few were brown tressed, however, Amy's auburn locks were rather scarce. Through casual conversation, Mark learned that they were four days out of the city of Delliel, where the women would be expected to preform some task and then the next day all would arrive at the Gate of Samduk, beyond which the men could not pass The women would progress on to the idol while the men would await their return, exchanging stories and challenging each other with foot races, wrestling matches and shooting contests. Mark also understood that there would be a blessing of some sort from a priestess. All that off worlders understood about the trek to the idol was the barest outlines.

Amy and Mark, compared notes on what they had learned, as they wrote their reports in Mark's tent.

Mark could not help but notice the complete change in Amy as they filed the reports. She was animated, funny, and made many helpful suggestions. "This Amy," thought Mark to himself, "really understands and appreciates me. This Amy is actually kind to me." For her part Amy, reveled in the technical abilities of Mark's mind. It was the only thing she admired about the overgrown boy. It was the only advantage over her that she would concede. As quickly as possible they completed their work and parted with a handshake.

Amy exited Mark's tent, strode over to where Rusk sat glowering, led him into his own tent, fell to her knees, opened Rusk's trunks and gave the barbarian a blow job that every male eye in the encampment would have envied had they been able to see through tent walls. Amy's service to the barbarian who owned her, and her promises of performances just like that one after each further visit to Mark's tent, greatly soothed the barbarian and made him far more tolerant of the time she spent with Mark. Amy felt so good after filing her reports and polishing Mark's prose that providing fellatio to her "owner" was not the last bit annoying.

A short time later Mark joined most of the men for a hunting expedition. Mark knew he needed to bag something, Janna had prepared the last bit of meat for lunch. The party was ahead of the graduate student when a tumult went up through the men. An enraged ursine like beast came tearing out of a thicket of trees. The startled mass of men ahead of him hurried to take up attack positions, leaving Mark alone in the path of the beast. Mark knew that he had no hope of fleeing. Without the time to aim his bow Mark cast it away and hefted his broadsword. Functioning completely on instinct, Mark leveled the sword and buried the blade into the chest of the beast. Mark felt the searing pain of the beast's claws along his back before it collapsed in death atop of him.

After a moment of blackness, Mark heard the tumult of his fellow hunters as they cheered his feat. The dozen men lifted the beast off of Mark and began the process of skinning and butchering the huge animal. Mark had earned prestige that could never have been purchased through his act of slaying the beast. The teeth and claws would be presented to him, these tokens functioned as a kind of currency in the barbarian world. Mark suddenly found himself a very rich man.

Every one of the hunters clapped Mark on the back. There was now enough food for every mouth at the watering hole for quite a few days. The ranking warrior approached Mark, his smile glowing. In short order he explained to all present, how rare a deed it was for a warrior to kill such a ferocious beat unassisted.

"Friend Mark has earned the totem of the paw. Take a good look, you may not meet another such man in quite some time."

Mark hid his ignorance until he discerned what was to happen and what was expected of him. The totem of the paw was a tattoo placed on the left bicep of a deserving warrior. A smaller tattoo was placed high up on the right thigh of the warrior's woman. The tattoos imparted mystical power as the beasts represented so many sacred concepts and ideas. It was said that the totem of the paw was the very fingerprint of the goddess. There would be much feasting and merriment when the wagons arrived at the next camp for the night.

The ranking warrior took the initiate from all of the others and offered Mark his woman for the night. Janna, after she was marked, would be wrestled for. The first night with a woman bearing the paw was a high honor and every man would strive for it.

As the men returned to the camp the women greeted them with cheers and praise. Once Janna discovered what Mark had done, she threw herself at his feet and praised him profusely. A woman marked by the paw was more valuable than one unmarked. Viewed as lucky, she could never be abandoned or sent to the open slave markets and would have final say as to who she was sold to. It is said, that the goddess looked upon her marked sisters with the most gentility. As far as men were concerned, women marked with the paw were vessels of good fortune and a man could hope for no higher honor than to bed a woman who bore the paw.

All of the women lined up to give Mark a deep kiss. Even Amy preformed the task but her buss of Mark's lips was the least sexy kiss he had ever experienced. "Even my grandmother kissed me with more passion than Amy." thought mark to himself. Then he forced the thought away, intent on not letting the bad feeling ruin what was a fantastic night.

. Mark's glance took in the wagons. He understood that, ordinarily, children would be part of wagon life but the pilgrimage to the statue of Marduk was only for couples. Amy and Mark had both learned that the children were being tended by older women and men in the villages. Janna had confided to Mark that she was sad that she had not had a child as yet. The trek to the goddess was one expected to be performed at least once by every woman on Spika Five, but it had added poignancy for those with fertility problems. Mark wondered if Amy was up to date with her prophylactic injections, otherwise she might be taking a surprise package back to earth. Mark wore a spontaneous smile when he realized that Amy was the very type of woman who would expect her submissive male partners to assume all of the responsibility for birth control. "It would fit Amy very nicely for her to go home knocked up." The though was a very pleasant one indeed.

After the beast was butchered and the meat equally distributed the fourteen wagons broke camp and progressed their way to the next way station. Janna hugged Mark close the entire trip. They kissed so often that mark had difficulty keeping the manta on the trail. His action with his sword had undeniably altered her life for the better. When the small group of wagons set up camp at nightfall, Mark realized that both himself and Janna would become very different people in the eyes of virtually everyone they met.

Some time later a crowd gathered by the communal fire ring around Mark and Janna. Both master and slave were naked, even Janna's collar had been removed. A paw marked woman wore no symbol of servitude on this first night. For the only time in her life, Janna was considered "free' and under full protection of the goddess. That protection would fade when the sun rose and she would return to Mark's collar, but so long as the moon and stars held sway, she was the property of no one. Janna reveled in the fact that, for this evening at least, she was the envy of every man and woman in sight.