Temple Raid!

Written by Frozen Badger.
Inspired by the Iron Badger illustration of the same name.

Copyright © 2005 by Frozen Badger, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

This story contains violence, slavery, bondage and discipline, and instances of graphic sex - some of which is of a non-consensual and violent. If material of this nature offends you, please don’t read it.

Chapter Three

The raiders arrived at the islet well before sunset and rowed around to its far side where they beached their ships. Too small to hold inhabitants apart from seabirds who had yet to arrive and build their nests, it would provide a safe haven for the night. Azurra’s capital might lie within sight of the sea, but Azurrans were no sailors. They had lain over here before the raid. Eager to enjoy the fruits of their piracy, they quickly unloaded their captives, sheep and other animals, foodstuffs, beer and wine and wood. Fires were started and animals slaughtered to roast over them.

While preparations for a victory feast were being made, Pwymarru and Tenados removed the ropes from their new-won slaves. The girls’ arms and legs were stiff from being bound for so long and they were granted time to work the stiffness out.

“That’s enough,” Pwymarru said. Pointing at the Gazelle, he ordered, “Stand up.”

She stood. He removed her girdle and the ragged remnants of her tunic, leaving her naked. She trembled at the touch of his hands as he stripped the last of her clothing as a princess from her. There was no need to finish stripping the Hare who was already bare of body. Tenados removed the Fennec’s girdle. Such highly decorated items were not for slaves.

“Help us get our armor off,” Pwymarru commanded.

Swords were laid aside and Tamaris and Suli removed the vambraces from the warriors’ forearms. They undid the leather laces in back and helped them out of their corselets. Lastly they knelt and removed their greaves. The two males were now dressed solely in kilts and sandals. The girls ran their eyes over them, the Hare more openly. The Lion was the taller and more muscular, as was to be expected. On the other hand, the Leopard was fairer of face. More than one feminine heart beat just a little faster.

By now preparations for the feast were well underway. While animals roasted over the fires was the time to share out the first of their loot. Large ceramic jars of beer were set up and opened for the warriors to drink from as they attended to their real interest. The captive females lay on the beach in three groups, according to the ships that had brought them here. They were untied, made to stand in three lines and those not already bare forced to strip off the remaining rags of their clothing. Grinning pirates looked the naked lines of females over, some of whom shed more tears. Their captors ignored that. On display were a variety of prime females, mostly girls with a sprinkling of older females. There were Rabbits, a red Squirrel, Mice and a Gerbil, several species of Antelope, a handful of Cows one of whom was plump with huge tits, a Mare, another Fennec, a Jackal, a pair of twin Genets and a Caracal. There were females tall, short and average. Some were slender, some plump and some in-between. Breasts came in every size, small, average and quite large; some pointy, others more rounded and all lovely. Large breasts did not always go with a plump female. The fur on their pubes also varied. On some it grew thicker there and on others thinner so that the bugle of their vulvas were plain and in cases a thin line of pink could be seen. They were made to turn around and show off their backsides. Their asses varied as much as their fronts had, ranging from small and ovaled all the way to large and broad. All had enough curves to prove their possessors female.

A girl was selected from each group and dragged out of line. She was forced to her knees and her head was shoved to the ground and pinned as her arms were twisted up behind her back. The shipmasters produced leather straps and proceeded to lash them. The girls screamed and squirmed as the leather cracked across their asses and begged for it to stop. It wasn’t long before it did and the weeping girls were returned to their lines. New girls were not selected. Three were enough for now and the rest would get their turns another day.

While all this was going on, Tamaris, Lorasin, Suli and Hasti, the Aurochs captain’s chosen girl, sat together a little apart at the base of a dune where they had been placed and ordered to remain. They had been given one of the jars of beer and warned not to get drunk. Otherwise they could share it as they saw fit.

They watched the girls being punished with varying emotions. Tamaris and Lorasin had punished girls themselves and had enjoyed it. They were enjoying it a little now, despite themselves—the three girls under the lashes were acquaintances. They had exchanged visits in one another’s homes. The Fennec felt her own sore rear grow warmer at the memory of the rope so recently laid across it. The memory and a warmer rear were not entirely unpleasant. Suli enjoyed it immensely—these were former noble girls and had certainly beaten slave girls themselves. Let them learn what it was like on the other end. Hasti watched with her mouth slightly open. Her father had used a switch on his children at need and she’d gotten her share. She had never seen a girl beaten like this, though. After the straps had been laid on a few times, she wished she were closer and the girls turned so she could see the blows land across their backsides. It confused her that she should want to see other girls punished.

The Hare leaned over to her. “Your turn will come; your master will see to that. We’ll all feel the lash before long. ‘Tis customary for an owner to give a slave an instructive whipping soon after acquiring her as a warning that poor service will not be tolerated from her.”

Hasti shivered at the words. Yet she continued to watch and still wished the girls were turned.

The object lessons for the day and the amusement they had provided the pirates completed, dice were brought out. Under the direction of their captains, each crew began casting lots for the females from their ship. First to play were the shipmasters and noble warriors. As a winner was determined he went to the appropriate line of females. Ignoring the older ones who were less desirable, he examined each girl, her backside equally with her front. Since he was choosing one who would become his property, he made sure to check each out thoroughly. Often he would feel breasts and buttocks and put a hand between her legs. Some girls wept at the intimate and public examination. Others, numb or already accepting their fate, did not. His selection made, he would lead her off. Small as it was, the island did provide some privacy behind bushes or dunes. Sometimes the couple did not go far and a short time later a feminine scream might be heard. The pirates would laugh then and make jokes about how the locked gate of her maidenhead had proven no match for the battering ram of a cock. Or perhaps the ram had gone through her back gate. If the choice was a girl who was a slave already, a scream rarely followed.

When the shipmasters and nobles all had a girl, it was the turn of the common warriors to play for the remaining females. In this case, though, the prizes were only won for the night. Come each night they would be the stakes anew as the warriors threw dice. In that way as their prince had promised each would according to his status have his fair chance at a girl.

The four girls to one side passed around a cup that was refilled frequently with beer as they watched the other captives being gambled for. As they drank they became more relaxed. The shock and terror of their capture could not last forever. As those emotions faded, realization grew that their fates were sealed. With that realization acceptance and a kind of calm came over them.

“I’ve some of advice for the rest of you,” Suli told them. “Don’t resist and do whatever your master wants. A slave has no right to say ‘Nay.’ He’ll just force you to anyway and you’ll save yourself a beating. Don’t mope about, either. Morose females irk males.”

“We know that,” Tamaris responded. All females were acquainted with certain facts of life. Virtually anyone could fall into slavery as the gods decreed, especially young females. Males were mostly slaughtered as those at the temple had been. She knew what was required of slave girls and how they were treated, how she had treated them. It was far preferable to death. The life of a slave girl was not all bad. There were times of happiness and laughter even for her.

“I wonder what it would be like to have males throw dice for you,” Lorasin speculated.

“You don’t want to be over there,” Suli replied. “Especially not as one of the girls destined to be passed around among the common crew. An individual owner is much better. Since you belong to him alone he’s more likely to treat you better since he’ll be the loser if something bad happens to you. We were very fortunate to have been chosen by the leaders.”

“Oh, I know that. And I believe my, my—master—is a kind one. If he hadn’t carried me I think I’d be dead now.”

“He won’t be kind if he’s ever displeased with you. The beating you got today would seem mild in comparison.”

To change the subject, Tamaris asked, “How’s your ankle?”

“Better, but ‘tis still sore.”

“Want me to rub it?”

“Do you even know how to do that?” Suli wanted to know.

Tamaris realized that she didn’t. As a princess people had done things for her and not the other way around. “Nay.”

“You’ll learn. And many other ways to serve others. Especially a male’s pleasure, starting tonight.”

The silence that followed that statement was broken by Hasti. “I’ll rub your ankle. In a peasant village we all learn how to tend common injuries.” She moved to kneel in front of Lorasin, placed the injured foot on her thighs and commenced massaging it.

“Aaahhh, that feels good. Thank you.”

“If you really want to thank her, you could rub something of hers in return,” Tamaris giggled. The beer was beginning to take effect in ways other than helping to calm her.

“Your foot is just about in position now!” Suli added, laughing. “Or maybe you’d rather rub it with your tongue!”

“Aye, maybe I would!”

Hasti’s confusion showed on her face. “What do you mean?”

“We’re talking about my licking your cunt,” Lorasin explained.

“But we’re both girls! I mean, I’d heard you city females were perverted and lay with each other like male and female, but I wasn’t sure whether to believe it or not.”

“ ‘Tis true,” Tamaris confirmed. “At least in wealthy households. There can be many more females than males in them. ‘Tis only natural they turn to one another—there’s nothing perverted about it. Every highborn girl shares a bed and love with her maids and friends. That way we’re not tempted to lose our virginity to a male before marriage and there’s no reason to stop after marriage. I’ve had both Lorasin’s and Suli’s tongues in my cunt and mine’s been in theirs.”

“What’s it like?” the Donkey inquired, fascinated. “I’ve been mounted; out in the villages no male will marry a girl who hasn’t proven she’s not barren, just as he wouldn’t buy a cow that hasn’t had a calf. But I’ve never done it with another female.”

“ ‘Tis not the same as being mounted and having a male thrusting himself inside you as he fucks away,” Suli explained. “Both can be quite enjoyable, but they’re different. Have you ever had a male’s tongue inside you?”

The peasant girl shook her head.

“Well, some of them will do it for a female and some of them won’t. Either way, they expect you to use your mouth on them more than they do on you. A tongue isn’t as big and hard and doesn’t go as deep. On the other hand, another female has a better idea of what will give you pleasure and is more likely to be concerned that she does. More than that is hard to explain. You just have to experience it for yourself.”

“Do you, do you think I will?”

“Who can say? Your master might have several girls in his house. Or his wife might demand it of you. It is likely you will.”

“You can experience some of it right now,” Lorasin said. “I do owe you for an ankle rub and one good rub deserves another! Open your legs.”

When she hesitated, Suli told her, “Do as she says. A slave has to obey no matter what the order and you might as well start now.”

Hasti parted her knees. The foot that had been resting in her lap went between her thighs. Lorasin lightly ran her toes up and down along her vulva. The Donkey gasped and wiggled slightly. The toes sought out the spot at the top of her cunt where her clit hid and began teasing her there. She moaned this time. She bent her head down to watch enthralled and opened her knees further. The toes carefully inserted themselves between the lips of her vulva, rubbing inside them. Her mouth parted, her breathing quickened and her breasts jiggled. She could feel her cunt growing damp and wondered if the toes were about to go inside her and what that would feel like. She wanted to find out.

“We’d take you behind a bush and use our tongues, except we were ordered to remain here,” Tamaris remarked. “We could play with your tits instead.”

“Please!” Hasti gasped.

“Better not and you’d best stop, Lorasin. They’re through over there and our masters are coming. They’ll have their own ideas of what they want us to do,” Suli said.

Lorasin hastily removed her foot. Hasti clamped her legs together, frustration plain on her face.

“On our knees!” the Hare told them. “Slaves kneel before their owners!”

The Donkey was already on hers. The other three copied her, forming a rough line with Tamaris next to Suli.

Lion, Leopard and Bull came to stand before them. They sniffed the air. The girls had forgotten that most noses were keen and some odors were especially strong.

“I think one of them has started without her master!” Pwymarru joked.

“I believe ‘tis your girl, Osric!” Tenados laughed.

“Aye, so it is,” the grizzled warrior agreed.

Deeply embarrassed, Hasti clamped her legs together as tightly as she could and put her hands over her crotch, trying to cover up.

“Nay, girl, take your hands away and open your legs,” he ordered her. “There’s no sense trying to hide your cunt. None of you will be given any clothes until after we’ve returned to our own country and it won’t be much then. Every male here will become very familiar with the sight of everything you have.”

She removed her hands and opened her legs, just a little.

“I think she can do better than that. They can all do better,” Pwymarru remarked. “Spread your legs wide.”

The girls did so. Their masters took a minute to enjoy the sights revealed.

“What were you doing?” Pwymarru wanted to know.

“I’d think that obvious, Master!” Suli giggled, giving him a grin. Most males liked a wanton slave girl with enough spirit to make her interesting, but not defiant. The other girls giggled a bit more uncertainly.

Lorasin answered, “She’d been massaging my ankle and I was repaying her for the favor by massaging something of hers in return.”

“How is your ankle?” Tenados inquired.

“Better, thank you, Master.”

“I’m hungry,” Osric remarked, “And I think supper is ready.”

“You want to eat first when there are pretty girls at hand to enjoy? Although yours could have a better face. You’re getting old!” Tenados laughed.

“I may be getting old, but I’m also wise enough to know that I’ll enjoy a girl more if my belly’s not growling.”

“A good point,” the Leopard conceded.

“Go get us food and wine,” Pwymarru ordered.

Lorasin remained behind because of her ankle. The males watched the other three walk away, enjoying the way their asses wiggled and swayed as they walked.

“If they wiggle like that when we mount them, they’ll make delightful rides,” Pwymarru remarked.

“They’ll wiggle better,” the old soldier assured him. “Captive females fuck good; they’re afraid of the consequences if they don’t.”

Hearing that, Lorasin knew that it was true. She was afraid she’d be beaten worse than today if her master found her wanting. And there was only one real way she had to thank him for saving her life.

Tenados sat down next to his girl. “Sit on my lap,” he directed her. The Fennec moved to sit on one of his thighs, her legs across the other one.

“You know that’s not how your legs are supposed to be,” he remarked.

She drew her feet back, separating her knees and opening her thighs. Her position had brought her face close to his. A hand on her chin tilted her head back. He lowered his face down to hers. She felt her heart speed up with apprehension, anticipation and excitement. She’d never been with a male before and she knew that this one would be mounting her before long. Sticking out his tongue, he started slowly licking her face. She hesitated a second, then commenced licking his. This at least was like with another female. They licked faces, then their lips met and they kissed. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and she sucked upon it.

Tenados put a hand over the end of a breast and proceeded to rub and softly squeeze it. The nipple stiffened and poked into his palm. He turned the attention of his hand chiefly to the swollen stub. She moaned softly and squirmed to push her other tit into his chest.

The other two present watched them, then grinned at each other. The Leopard might not wait to eat first after all.

The girls sent for the food returned. Knowing whose girls they were, the pirates had served them first. Tamaris and Suli bore large wooden trays laden with steaming mutton and ship rations of hard bread, cheese still free of mold and such vegetables as would keep best. Hasti bore a wine jar braced against one hip and supported by a hand while her other hand carried a short stack of cups.

“Food’s here,” Pwymarru announced. “Better get something to eat, Tenados, unless you intend giving her a quick fuck first.”

Tenados lifted his face and removed his hand. “I suppose I should eat first. Osric’s advice has merit.”

Tamaris, Suli and Hasti were made to sit close to their owners’ sides. Lorasin remained on the lap of hers with one of his hands resting on a thigh right up next to her vulva. Occasionally as they ate he would give her a stroke there.

The girls were allowed to eat whatever they wanted and were given sips of wine from their masters’ cups. They dug in with as much will as their captors. None of them had eaten since early morning and their appetites were sharp. Pwymarru, Tenados and Lorasin wanted mostly mutton, the young warriors particularly gorging themselves upon it. Bread, cheese and vegetables received shorter shrift from them, with her eating more of the latter than they did. The other four with their differing diets ate mostly bread supplemented with vegetables and a little cheese.

Not surprisingly, Tenados was satisfied first. “That’s enough food,” he growled. “I’m hungry for something else.” He drained his cup, dropped it and stood with his booty in his arms. The expression she wore on her face said she’d had enough food, too.

“She looks like a lively one, Tenados! Don’t let her buck you off when you mount her!” Pwymarru joked.

“Fuck her right and she won’t ever want to buck you off, just buck under you!” Osric added.

Laughing, Tenados strode off to find a spot of solitude where he could enjoy his new slave girl undisturbed.

He was hardly out of sight when Pwymarru announced, “Let’s go.” There was no need to say whom he meant. On their feet, he put an arm around each of his girls, holding them tight against his sides.

“Make sure they serve your pleasure well, my Prince, and don’t be sparing with your hand if they don’t,” the Bull advised him.

* * *

After the Lion and Leopard had departed with their girls, Hasti asked, “Are you going to mount me now, Master?”

He snorted. “I’m more than twice their ages and yours, too. I’ve more patience than that. Meanwhile, this is very good wine. ‘Tis not often I’ve had wine fit for a temple. Fill my cup again and get one for yourself.”

They sat there sipping it slowly. Beer was the common drink and the Donkey had rarely tasted wine and never any this marvelous. Finally she asked the question whose answer she had to know. “Will you beat me often, Master?”

“Not often, unless you deserve it.”

In her village husbands beat their wives sometimes. His words gave her hope that in that regard he might be no worse than a husband would be. There was another, greater fear. “What of your wife? Will she hate me and be cruel?”

“She’ll expect you to do your work and won’t be slow with a switch if you don’t. Otherwise you’ve nothing to fear from her. We both started life in a peasant village probably much like yours. Because of my size and strength I was taken for a war years before you were born. I did well and won a position in the royal regiment of spears. Since then I’ve worked my way up to commander of a hundred. I took a female a few years older than you as booty ten, nay, eleven years ago.

“My wife appreciates the extra hands—they mean less work for her to do. She’ll appreciate yours as well. She knows I’ve given her a good life and won’t get too jealous when I mount you. Nor will my other slave girl. Do your work and use your tongue cleverly on them and you’ll do fine.”

“Your wife and other slave girl will expect me to bed with them?”

“Aye. I’ve often been gone through the years. A female can get as lonely at such times as a male. With the example of what was going on between females in the palace and noble houses before them, what would you expect? ‘Tis not like out in a village. You might as well know that often times when two or all three of you are using your tongues on each other I’ll be watching and one of you will soon feel something more than a tongue inside her!"

“Now all this talk has turned my mind to enjoying something other than wine. I want to learn what you know about pleasing a male. Sit across my legs facing me and give me a kiss.”

“Right here? Aren’t you going to take me to a private spot?”

“This island isn’t that big. The prince and other nobles will take what secluded places there are. ‘Tis not like we’re in the middle of everyone else over here. Now do as I said or you’ll feel my hand across your ass and I’ll enjoy it a lot more than you will.”

Hasti straddled his crossed legs, facing him. The top of her head came to his chin, the ends of her breasts just touched his broad chest and her rear was supported only by the cloth of his spread kilt. She raised her face to him and he bent his down. Their lips met and hers opened for him. He put his tongue inside her mouth. She pressed against him, flattening her tits against his chest. His hands went down to cup her ass. He gave its cheeks a good squeeze and tickled her crack with a finger. She moaned at that. Something big and stiff was trying to poke her nether regions through his kilt and it was growing bigger and stiffer.

When he broke the kiss, it was to order her to kneel up straight, straddling his legs. That brought her breasts close to the level of his face. He had her lift them up and put his face to them. He ran his tongue over them. She cooed happily and her nipples began swelling. When their fur was wet with his spit, he opened his mouth and took the pointy end of a tit inside, suckling like a calf upon its mother’s teat. She made a throaty sound of delight. He switched to the other and suckled it, too.

He raised his head, reached down and opened his kilt. She gasped to see his size. Most of the males mounting her had been Donkeys since she’d been trying to prove her fertility. None had cocks close to his in size.

A hand on the back of her head gave it a gentle nudge downwards. Hasti was no stranger to this. Most of the males who had mounted her wanted her to mouth them. She positioned herself on elbows and knees, her face at his cock. His thrilling masculine odor filled her nose and she started licking him. She licked its head, tasting the pre-cum that had leaked from its slit. The flavor thrilled her further and she licked more strongly. Her tongue wandered down his massive shaft as she worked her way down it, her face brushing along it as she licked lower and lower. At the bottom she ran her tongue briefly across his huge balls before licking her way back up.

“Take it in your mouth and suck my cock,” he husked.

She had to open her mouth as wide as she could in order to take him inside. More than half remained outside after she had taken as much of him into her mouth as she could get. She held his cock there, pressing her lips about it and sucking as her tongue squirmed against its sensitive underside. She wrapped a hand about his shaft and pumped it as she sucked.

The Bull looked down at the top of her head in approval. Captive females did suck and fuck wonderfully. However, it was plain that it wasn’t just fear of a beating motivating her—she truly enjoyed sucking his cock. She started sliding her head up and down it, sucking for all she was worth. Hasti was loving it. His thick cock stretched her mouth to the point where her jaws ached slightly and that was exciting, too. She could taste more of his pre-cum leaking into her mouth. She sucked and sucked and her tongue squirmed.

Osric felt a slight tremble in his genitals. Much more and he would come and he didn’t want that just yet, nor in her mouth this time. A hand in her hair raised her head off him. He had her get on her hands and knees on the slope of the sand dune, facing up it. With their difference in height that placed her in just the right position for him. She knelt with knees wide and tail lifted, ready for him to mount her.

They were far more sophisticated in a city than out in the villages. He had learned that there was more to fucking a female, even a slave, than just having her suck cock and mounting her. Ensuring that she enjoyed herself ensured that she would be more enjoyable to mount. He brought his face to her rear and sticking out his long and wide tongue, lapped at her vulva.

“Ohhhh!” she cried out. She’d heard of a male using his tongue on a female, but none of the ones she’d been with had done it for her. She wasn’t sure if husbands even did it for their wives. Yet her master was doing it for her! Hasti pushed her rear back, trying to get more of his tongue.

She tasted good. He enjoyed her flavor as he licked at her. A moment later he stuck his tongue all the way into her cunt and rolled it around, licking her interior. She sobbed in joy and tried to capture more tongue inside her. All he intended was a lick and a promise, though. She’d make a better ride if she had hope that sometimes she could expect special attention when he wanted to taste her.

He tongued her briefly, then slid it out of her and rose to kneel behind her. He entered her and shoved his cock all the way up her in a single stroke. She sobbed at the hurt as his huge maleness stretched her cunt wide. He was so much bigger than the other males who’d mounted her! He grunted in satisfaction—she was tighter than his wife or other slave girl and hot and wet. She was also years younger than either of them and it’d been years since he’d had a young female.

Osric bent over her back and reached under her to grasp her hanging tits, capturing her swollen nipples between a pair of fingers. He jabbed himself back and forth inside her. While he was older and had more restraint than most of the pirates, it was immensely exciting to mount a young female he had taken captive, one to whom he could do anything he wanted. He fucked her quick and deep, his fingers kneading her tits and pinching her nipples. He didn’t consider that she might need time to adjust to his size or that he might come too quick for her. His pleasure was all that mattered now. Gasping from his exertions, he drove himself in and out of her.

Hasti rocked on her knees and wagged her backside from side to side as he fucked into her. Her cunt had yet to fully adjust to his huge size and she groaned deeply at the hurt. But it was a good hurt. He filled her so completely and his hands grasping her tits and nipples felt wonderful. She grew hotter and wetter as he fucked her and she wriggled more and more.

He felt his balls tighten and stabbed into her as fast as he could. Snorting, he came and pumped jet after jet of his seed deep inside her. She felt him empty himself into her, more than a male had ever given her before, and wriggled desperately, anxious to come herself and so close to it. As his spurts died away she gave a little scream and bucked as orgasm griped her.

His balls empty, the Bull slumped down upon her, his weight pushing her flat on the ground. He lay there atop her, waiting for his strength to recover. When it had somewhat he pulled out of her and sat up.

The girl lay there more than content with her mounting. Some of the males who had mounted her previously, especially the younger ones, had been quicker than him and she had not always orgasmed. With his willingness to use his tongue on her, her new master promised to be better than any of them. He seemed kindly and considerate. She doubted that the tasks in the household of an officer of a royal regiment were harder than those in a peasant’s hut. They must certainly be less arduous than the hard labor in a field. Perhaps slavery would improve her lot in life.

Osric smacked her ass, hard enough to sting and bring a yelp from her. “Get me some wine.”

He was closer to the jar than she was. She got up and went over to it. He had filled her full with his cum and she could feel it dribbling out of her, matting the fur on her legs. She returned with a cup, knelt in front of him and offered it to him.

The Bull accepted it and took a long drink. Then he held it so she could have a drink. “You were a good enough ride,” he told her. “In the future you should squirm more, though.”

“Thank you, Master. I will.” She hesitated, then, “Master, will you, will you use your tongue on me sometimes?”

“When it pleases me. From time to time I may even lick you until you come if you deserve a reward.”

“I shall do my very best to deserve a reward!”

“Do as you’re told, work hard and pleasure me well and you will, sometimes.”

“Aye, Master!” She was thrilled by the prospect.

Osric knew there were plenty of males who thought they need pay little attention to a female’s pleasure and simply had to use force to get what they wanted from her. If he had remained a peasant in a village, he might have become one of them. It was better to hold out the carrot as well as use the switch or strap. He finished the wine and had her fetch him another cup from which he gave her an occasional sip.

“Master, do you think my face too plain?” she suddenly asked.

“ ‘Twill never be considered pretty,” he answered honestly. “However, it suits me just as it is. I could have chosen another girl.”

“Thank you for choosing me, Master.”

The wine had restored his strength and the nearness of a naked girl had a predictable effect upon him. His cock stirred and started growing. Noticing it, she giggled.

He drained the cup’s remnants. “Suck my cock,” he ordered. “Your master wants to come in your mouth this time.”

Hasti hesitated. Other males had sometimes wanted her to do that after they’d mounted her, but she had always refused to suck a cock that had just been in her cunt. He slapped her hard, knocking her head to the side with the force of the blow. She cried out as tears welled. Grabbing the back of her neck, he forced her head down to his growing maleness. There was no trace of kindness and consideration in him now. Frightened by the suddenness of his violence and the pain from his blow foretelling the consequences of further refusal, she opened her mouth. He shoved her head down over his cock until its end nudged the entrance to her throat. She commenced sucking him and squirming her tongue upon him. She could taste herself upon him. It wasn’t disgusting like she had thought it would be. She wondered if other females tasted the same.

“You’re a slave and a slave does what she’s told and does it at once,” he said menacingly. “No one cares about what you do and don’t want to do. You’ve earned yourself a beating. Suck me good or it’ll be worse.” He released her neck.

The Donkey bobbed her head on the Bull’s cock, sucking frantically. She was frightened that she had angered him and frightened of the punishment to come. She sucked for all she was worth, hoping thereby to temper his anger. To her astonishment, her fear stirred her in a way she would never have imagined. Sucking the cock of a male she knew was going to beat her was exciting. A hand wrapped about his long shaft, pumping that portion she could not take into her mouth as her other hand fondled his massive balls.

Osric grunted happily as her head bobbed upon him and she sucked and sucked. He would still beat her, but pleased with her efforts, he would show a little mercy. Aroused by the thought of how her ass would writhe as he whipped it, he swelled rapidly in her mouth. Soon he gave a loud groan, seized her neck again and worked her head upon his cock as he flooded her mouth with his massive load. She sucked and gulped rapidly, drinking his cum. He jerked her head off and held her face above his cock as he shot the rest of his cum onto it.

She didn’t orgasm, but she did enjoy it and wondered at that. Did she like being the property of a forceful male?