Continues from The Hunt (V)
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The sky was an immense dome of pale blue tarnished only by a few threads of wispy white cloud. Before me a lay vast patchwork of green, yellow and orange farmland and behind me rose a densely populated wood of tall eucalyptus trees.
I was lying naked on a small ridge overlooking the river as it curled around the woods. I was fascinated by the way the sunlight shimmered and danced on the flowing waters beneath me.
Beyond the fields lay the town and castle and further upstream, and hidden by the trees, was the seminary – now turned into my sanctuary – where I was to meet the Master to whom my Mistress wanted me to surrender.
I had a good view of downstream, where the hunters would come from, and the trees behind me offered protection not only from the fierce sun but also from being seen. The woods were also too densely populated for horses to ride through with any ease so I felt my back was more or less covered.
As soon as I’d arrived, I’d dived in the river and lingered in its cool refreshing waters for a several minutes until I started to feel the fear and the anxiety of the last hour drain away from me.
It was a good spot to rest and, as I lay drying in the sun, I wallowed in the sensuous delight of the soft breeze brushing against my naked wet limbs. I felt soothed by it, as if gentle ghostly hands were caressing and massaging my body after all the exertions of the run.
The rustling leaves seemed to whisper and hush me like a mother calming her baby. Perhaps it was the mother goddess Malala soothing me and healing me and I closed my eyes and thanked her. I stretched my arms and legs and offered my body to her for her use and protection.
Her obedient slave. May she keep me safe.
The events of the last hour were a blur. When the horns blew signalling the start of the hunt there was a sudden roar from the crowd and everything seemed to descend into madness. Slaves were running in all directions and the Masters rode around on horseback laughing and cracking whips at them to get them out of the arena.
For a moment I froze. And all the pandemonium and chaos threatened to overwhelm me. Then I suddenly woke up to my own fear and I ran.
I ran through the arena gates past the tied up pony girls parked at the entrance. I ran out into the square full of cheering, banner-waving spectators. I ran as fast as I could through the dirty back streets with its markets stalls and hungry dogs. Out of nowhere a bag of fruit was thrust into my hands and voices shouted “Good luck pretty one!” I didn’t have time to say anything but I glimpsed Soraia and Risa and thanked the gods for their kindness.
The problem was everyone else was going in the same direction. It was a sweltering hot day and we hadn’t been allowed to drink during slave inspection so everyone was making for the river. And of course, that would be the first place the hunters would go so we’d all be rounded up in no time.
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I’d decided it was best to separate myself from the main group and take a longer route through the wheat fields. Although I would be more exposed at first, I would arrive at the river higher upstream, where it was more secluded, and then be able to follow it up to the seminary – a journey on foot of about an hour.
So I turned down a narrow path that led to the open countryside and the river. And, I hoped, safety
My Mistress had only given me one instruction. Go upstream and wait near the seminary and surrender to the Master who will be waiting there. In the few moments he had spoken to me before the hunt started, I had sensed the goodness in him. He was infinitely preferable to the malevolent “old razor teeth” who had whipped and abused us before the start of the race. I thought my Mistress had chosen well.
After about thirty minutes on the ridge I still hadn’t seen or heard anyone. It occurred to me that I might be able to hide here until sundown and then quietly make my way up river to the seminary and surrender just before midnight. That way I could free myself from many of the punishments or “games” the hunters would inflict on me when I was captured.
However I knew the hunting teams would be combing every inch of land between here and the seminary. This spot could only be a temporary haven. I needed to keep moving. But slowly, quietly and very cautiously.
Risa and Soraia
I’d spent the previous day preparing myself – Mistress had spared me my usual domestic duties – and last night Risa and Soraia, who were very concerned about me, came to my room wanting to share my bed.
They had known each other since they were little and shared an intimacy the like of which I had never seen in other slave girls. They were like sisters, intimate, always laughing at their own private jokes, and very physical, always touching and hugging each other. They shared everything together. Even their pain and especially their pleasures.
Not being blood sisters they also lacked that sense of rivalry that siblings often have. Their slave faith was not only to serve others but also each other. They were truly beautiful in that respect and I understood why my Mistress had made sure to buy them as a pair at the auction.
Because to separate these two would have been a tragedy and a crime. They really were spiritual twins. In separation each one would have been consigned to a hell of loss and solitude that we, ignorant of such powerful ties, can barely begin to comprehend. Their love for each other was one of the strongest and most powerful loves I have ever seen.
Most of their sexual activities and experiments had been with each other or as a pair so each one had an intimate knowledge of the other’s needs and desires and they worked with a kind of sixth sense which allowed them to act in unison. It was like making love to one mind with two bodies.
Last night they came to me full of sorrow, Soraia was sobbing and put her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She was terrified of losing me. I was also more scared than I had wanted to show and the three of us just lay naked on the bed for a while just holding each other in stillness and silence.
But soon their sorrow and tenderness began to turn playful and amorous. Four hands tentatively began to trace a slow criss-crossing trail of caresses over my skin. Before long we were kissing and I felt myself yielding to them.
Then I realized what they were up to and as I wasn’t really sure if I wanted to continue – I had wanted to meditate before bed – I pushed them away.
They looked at me in surprise. Then, for the briefest of moments, there was another look between them. It was a playful look.
Soraia pouted and played with her hair. Then she asked me if they’d done something wrong and did I want to want to whip them.
I thought about it for a moment. My Mistress always said that she felt so much better after whipping me. For a slave a whipping shouldn’t be seen as a punishment but just as another way of serving a Master.
But at that moment I wasn’t sure what to do. I felt quite preoccupied and anxious about the hunt and well… I am a submissive and I am very much a seminary girl. I enjoy whipping as much as the next person but receiving a whipping is something far more sacred and holy for me. Especially if it is done well.
I decided to tell a little white lie. “I can’t,” I said, “Mistress hasn’t given me permission.”
“Oh but she told us to look after you.” And they giggled, “It’ll do you good. You know it will. You can get rid of all your worries about tomorrow by giving us a good hard whipping and making us sing for you. And you’ll sleep better and feel good in the morning.
She raised her arms and turned around for me show off her body. “Look at me.”
She wriggled her bottom. “You know you want to.”
She was gorgeous and very inviting but I shook my head.
She pouted for a second and then looked behind me.
At that exact moment Risa grabbed my wrists and held them tightly behind my back. I struggled but there were two of them and the next thing I knew was that I had been pushed onto my belly and then, to the sounds of shrieks and giggles, I felt my wrists being bound by a cord.
I couldn’t move my arms and Risa pulled me up from behind and put her arms around me, holding me tightly in place as Soraia leaned into me, took my face in her hands and kissed me full on the mouth.
Risa leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You’re ours now, pretty one. We are going to prepare you for tomorrow.”
In a few seconds I had lost all authority over them. They were like two mischievous puppies whose idea of play was to bite.
Suddenly a blindfold appeared from nowhere and I was lost to darkness.
But weakly, I will confess.
“Shhh. Or we’ll gag you too.”
“I’ve been wanting to do this to her for ages.”
“I know. I want to hear her sing.”
Then silence returned as four gentle hands once more slowly caressed and stroked my skin. I yielded again. This was what I had needed and my body went limp and all the anxiety started to dissolve. I delivered myself willingly to their fingertips and to their will. I had wanted them to use me. And they had known that all along.
With their hands they bathed me in caresses. Soraia gifted me a rainfall of the softest velvety kisses all over my breasts, belly and pussy and Risa kissed my neck and twisted and plucked at my nipples.
Then she held me still as Soraia’s butterfly tongue landed at my blossoming bud. I moaned and whimpered as she fluttered there seeking my nectar. Risa put her hand against my throat to silence me and pulled me back by my hair exposing my breasts more fully. I sank back for my nipples to suffer a torment of pinching and biting and I could only cry out in the most excruciating and absolute ecstasy.
Soraia’s mouth was pounding hard and relentless at my pussy now, her tongue a merciless pleasure that slithered and crawled inside me, twisting and curling and teasing and I screamed and shrieked as four hands pressed and held me down and I shook in spasms as my flower, defenseless against the overwhelming desires that assailed it, was plucked and devoured whole, its juices sucked away, and I was laid waste, desiccated, light as air, and I floated to the sun and my petals flew to the four winds.
And in their arms I sang my joy, and in their flesh I felt my bliss, and in their souls I knew their love.
And that night, in their loving arms, I slept.
Resigned and at peace.
And my fate.
“Bound and Pleasured” (Perfect Slave)
I took an apple from the bag they had given me and bit into it. And as I sat there looking at the river I realized how much I had come to love them both. Soraia and Risa gave me love and a feeling of family and belonging that I had never known before. I felt like their older sister. And so scared had they been of losing me that they had wanted to tie me and bind me to their love.
I smiled. The apple was sweet.
I took out another.
It was then that I noticed someone walking upstream.
Continues – The Hunt (VII)