But they promised a tour of “an exotic tropical location off the beaten track” but they paraded the girls through the town instead. I’m pretty sure that was what Barbaria complained about.Why? You are getting plenty of sun on your nude body, and the sex will be plentiful!
Kathy like me seems to appreciate your text!New at the Farm.
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One last look over her shoulder.
Ahead were the slave huts where she would live for the next six months. To the right was the blacksmith’s forge, where the chains would be attached to wrists and ankles, the collar locked around her throat and the brand burned deep into her creamy buttock.
The Farm was both an adventure and a nightmare. She had been well prepared for this. She had been counselled by two experienced slaves. She had fingered the deep brands on their pubic mounds, a special mark of status. She had been told in detail of the life of a slave.
She had undressed for the last time. For the next six months all she would wear would be chains. Chains, and the marks of the whip. Her creamy body would be exposed to the sun, becoming fiery red before turning a shade of bronze. In fact, her body was no longer hers, it belonged to the Farm, to be used as they wished.
She looked back, but it was useless. She had signed the contract. There was no going back.
Six months in chains. A slave!
She could feel the wetness between her thighs.
No going back!
You are correctKathy like me seems to appreciate your text!
I am sure she would love to be in the place of this new slave and spend six months on this farm.
I am also almost certain that by imagining having to undergo this trip in the most total submission, her pussy must overflow with cum.
Not right, Kathy?
Really nice story. Would be great to hear more about this girls adventures.Double Virgin
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Eirin was nothing if not pragmatic.
Women always came off the worst in a war. The men died, bloodily and painfully, but usually fairly quickly. The women suffered a longer and worse fate.
Eirin had considered herself lucky to escape the mass rape that occurred when the legion overran their town. The grizzled old centurion had protected her from that horrible fate. However, she soon found that his motives were not altruistic. A virgin slave, sold in the right market, would contribute nicely to his retirement fund.
‘A two-way virgin’, the notice said. It could have been three, but he had been unable to resist her hot little mouth. Now she was on the auction block, standing naked before a group of rich equestrians and patricians.
“Our next item, gentlemen, is a pearl beyond price!” The auctioneer was an old hand, an expert at working up the price. He was determined to get a good price for Eirin, both to help his old friend the centurion, and out of gratitude for the wonderful, slow blowjob she had given him just before she went on display. “Look at her! Slim, strong, young, delicious! Look at those thighs, gentlemen, think of the pleasure to be had between them. Those lovely little tits! Sweet, tasty, edible. Not like those German cows that flooded the market after the last expedition to the Rhine! Come, gentlemen, what am I offered for this delicious morsel?”
Eirin, the pragmatist, flirted with the buyers. She was a slave; nothing could change that. One of these Roman pigs would buy her, fuck her, bugger her. Nothing could prevent that. She also knew that whoever it was would treat an expensive slave better than a cheap one. So, she flirted, flaunted her tight young body. “Look at that tight, virgin cunt, gentlemen! Who will give me five hundred to be the first part those lovely lips with his cock!” She arched her back, pushing her hips forward, spreading her thighs just enough to get them all panting and dripping. “Look at that firm ass! Better than any boy! Who will make her squeal as he stretches her rosebud! Seven hundred! Do I hear eight! What a lovely mouth she has. Well trained, as I can attest. She will take every inch of you, even if you are hung like the famous Marcellus!” Marcellus Magnus was known for his equipment, was reputed to have seduced every senator’s wife under fifty, and a few older ones too. “A thousand do I hear? Eleven hundred?
She drew her finger between her lower lips, licked it lasciviously. “Twelve hundred? Any advance on twelve hundred? Twelve fifty! Twelve fifty! Going once! Going twice! Sold to senator Septimus Severus for twelve hundred and fifty sesterces!
Septimus Severus! Eirin had heard that name. That old slave in the cells, she had told them. “Better the quarries than being owned by Septimus Severus! He is the most perverted man in Rome! You cannot imagine what he does to a girl!”
She had been bought by this infamous pervert! A fate worse than the quarries! So why was she so excited? Why was she so wet that she could feel it dripping down her thighs? She put her hands behind her to be bound, felt the rough scratch of the rope tied around her neck. The senator was old, skinny, with a round little paunch.
He twitched her lead rope. “Come, little barbarian, let us go and play!”
Eirin, virgin slave, trembled with fear and excitement as her owner led her away to an uncertain, exciting future!
Thank you to Julie and Melissa for the artwork. You can see more of their work at fantasyunlimited.bdsmlr.com
Enjoyed the story. Perfect picture for itVacation Auction.
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Adventure tourism has become very popular. People go off to explore jungles, climb mountains and explore the high Arctic. This was a different kind of adventure tourism!
This adventure was an adventure into a previous age. An age when slavery was not merely legal, but a normal and accepted part of everyday life. When human flesh was bought and sold on a daily basis, and slaves were considered of less value than animals.
Evelyn was a curious, adventurous girl. As a student of history and psychology she was interested in the mental and psychological aspects of slavery. She was also, she had to admit, excited at the sexual aspects of being a slave. Going to a slave colony seemed to be the perfect way to spend her summer vacation.
The contract had been somewhat intimidating. Pages and pages of conditions. Everything was explained to her in detail, and a counsellor, herself a slave, a permanent one, told her in very graphic terms what slavery was all about. After a thorough medical examination she was taken out to the show pens.
It was exciting, and humiliating, to be out there, naked, to be examined by those in the market for a slave. ‘No limits’, that was the frightening part. The contract went into great detail what that meant. An owner could do anything he, or she, liked to a slave, apart from permanent mutilation.
The excitement, the sexual excitement, was paramount. She was naked, available. She was going to be sold. She was going to be used. She was a slave, an object. She was soft, vulnerable flesh. An instrument for pleasure.
Soon, soon, she would be sold. She couldn’t wait!