Continues from Slave Tales: The Hunt (X)
“Go now. Run.”
Mistress Alena untied my hands and kissed me on the forehead. The two lovers were freeing me. Night would be falling soon and they were returning to the town.
“Be safe, precious slave.”
Master Tonaius came over and hugged me.
He said it shyly. Almost as if he was embarrassed by it.
“What is your slave name?”
Mistress Alena looked at me and nodded. “May it please the Master and Mistress, my name is Bella, slave of the house of Mistress Theia.”
There was a look between them and Mistress Alena said, “Bella. Your submission to us today was really beautiful and we are so grateful to you. And also to your Mistress. You are a credit to her. You have served us so well.”
And for a few moments I stood naked between them as they embraced me, their willing slave.
Then Mistress Alena slapped my ass. “Now, quick, be off with you. Run that way.” She was pointing toward the setting sun. “The river and the seminary are west of here and you might find a refuge there until the slave hunt ends. You have about an hour left before dark. May the Gods protect you, slave Bella. Now go.” Then she smiled and said, “Or I shall whip you for your slowness.”
I thanked them for the mercy they were showing me. Then, naked, as the gods intended and the Masters had ordained, I ran into the forest and my fate.
The sun was sinking low and there was already a soft dreamlike quality about the fading light. Long shadows reached across the ground like disembodied limbs.
The day was dying and the forces of darkness were reclaiming the earth. The creatures of the night were stirring, hungry for prey. I needed to get to the river as soon as possible. If I could make it to the ridge where I had been this afternoon I could still follow the river up to the seminary. I hoped the Master to whom my Mistress had ordered me to surrender would still be waiting for me there.
I kept a steady pace and skipped, as best I could, over the fallen branches and scattered brushwood debris. At my feet the shadows now looked like strange creatures plotting to trip me into their clutches. I needed to be careful. My ankle was still weak from being caught in Master Xiron’s trap. Running naked and barefoot also meant the twigs and plant life scratched and cut into the heels of my feet and at my ankles. My feet were killing me. It had been a long day. I had run miles and been caught in a trap, tied up, hung from a tree, drugged with a sex potion and whipped for pleasure.
I thanked the gods for the times the Masters had let me come for them and all of a sudden I thought of the river man. I would never forget his gorgeous cock and the way he had enveloped me in his arms and made love to me. It had been beautiful. No man had ever penetrated me so deeply and possessed me so entirely.
But now I was beginning to feel the first real signs of my body’s fatigue.
It was only fear and adrenaline that were keeping me going.
Yet again I wondered why my Mistress had entered me for the slave hunt. I loved her with all my heart and I had served her impeccably and selflessly in the two years I had been with her. The hunt was brutal and exhausting. That was well-known. Slaves were often entered as a punishment. But there had been absolutely no reason for her to punish me like this.
Was this just a little entertainment for her, a game, something she had arranged with her friends to make the weekend more amusing? Had she even bet money on me? How much? If I didn’t succeed and she lost money, would she sell me to recoup her losses? I would lose the only family I had ever really known. I thought of my slave-sisters, Soraia and Risa, and their playful embraces. How I wished I could be in their arms now.
Oh but I wanted nothing more than to kneel naked at my Mistress’ feet and to tell her of my love and obedience to her. I prayed the gods that I could have her play with my hair and call me her sweet slave once again. Or a whipping. Yes I would give anything now to have her whip me again and tell me how much pleasure my cries gave her.
I continued to run. With every step I imagined myself closer to home.
Suddenly cold breeze blew at my back. It felt like the icy caresses of invisible hands and I shivered. There was something behind me. I couldn’t hear it but I could sense it. The night was falling but this was more than just darkness. It was huge and black and there was something malevolent in it. And it was following me. I sensed its hunger. It was like a void. A cold emptiness that sucked me into it.
It knew about me. It was coming especially for me. I was its prey.
Then I heard a noise.
It was like a long peel of thunder. Only there was a kind of rhythm to it. Or rather there were lots of different rhythms all mixed in together.
It was horrible. Like the roar of chaos. Or the rage of the devil himself.
As it approached it seemed to gather strength and come into focus.
Horses. Galloping. Men shouting. The cracking of whips. Dogs.
Breathless, terrified, I lost track of where I was. I looked around. I had no idea where to go. In the twilight the trees were a blur. The forest all looked the same. I was confused and exhausted and alone and helpless. I just wanted to cry out for help.
In the distance I caught a glimpse of a figure in front of me. A man. He was naked. Beautiful like an angel. I thought I recognized him. The river man? Could it be him? He was pointing towards a small cluster of trees. I ran towards him. Please save me…
But suddenly he was gone.
My confusion increased and overwhelmed me. I was panicking now. Where was the sun? The river had to be near somewhere. But I couldn’t see it. Gods, where should I go?
Opposite me was a massive oak. Maybe I could hide behind it. But what if they found me hiding? I should really have already turned round and submitted to them. Perhaps I should surrender now. But no, they’d already seen me. They’d think I was a runaway. Oh Gods please, what should I do?
The cries were so close now and suddenly my legs took on a life of their own and I found myself racing to the cluster of trees ahead. I wasn’t even thinking now. All I could hear was the noise of shouts, whips and the tumultuous thunder of the horses’ hooves.
Then I saw the river. It was a my sanctuary. Without a thought I ran to it. My river man would be there. He would save me and carry me home. He was close. I knew it and I ran to him. Crazy. Possessed. Breathless. I ran. I ran to his beauty. I ran to his goodness. I ran to the safety of his sturdy arms. Run… Run… Just… A little… Further…
Suddenly I felt a sharp flash of pain as if something were biting into my back. A whip. A bullwhip. Another lash tore into my waist and wrapped itself around me clawing at my naked breasts. It paralyzed me momentarily and the pain was so intense I thought my skin was being ripped from my bones. I screamed and raised my arms to try and defend myself but it gnawed deeper into my back and slashed mercilessly at my shoulders.
I thought I had been captured by a huge vicious monster – a hideous creature with razor-sharp tentacles which wrapped themselves tightly around me and pierced my bare skin with their sharp fiery claws.
Then everything spiraled and I felt myself spinning through the air. I hit the ground hard and was dazed for a moment. Angry voices rose above me and seemed to be howling and crowing their victory over me.
I was surrounded by galloping horses. They circled me and their hooves pounded at the ground near my head. I lay with my legs tightly tucked into my belly and my arms over my head. I had never been so frightened. I thought they were going to crush and trample me to death.
Eventually one of the men – a massive giant of a man – dismounted and roughly pulled me up by my hair and held me by my arms. He shouted to the others and stood behind me, lifting me and raising me like a target with my naked breasts and belly exposed.
His grip was vice-like and I could not move as they rode around us taking it in turns to lash at my breasts with their horsewhips. I screamed and begged, “I surrender! Please! I beg you! I surrender. Please…” They just laughed and whipped me harder until my belly and breasts were engulfed in a blaze of burning red whipfire.
Suddenly the giant threw me to the ground and fastened an iron collar around my neck. It was too tight and I almost choked as he yanked my head down and forced me to kneel with my face on the ground. I coughed and gasped for air and someone slapped me and I fell over sideways. He grabbed my hair and yanked me up again and slapped me hard on the face and then, with his manic bloodshot eyes only inches from my face, he screamed, “Stay still cunt and do exactly what you’re fucking told!”
He made me kneel again with my head down flat on the cold earth and my arms stretched out in front of me. Someone put his boot on my neck and shouted at me to keep my ass raised and legs apart. Suddenly there were hands clawing all over me. They slapped and pinched me and horrible ravenous wormlike fingers entered my sex and penetrated me as if to feed there.
I have no idea how many of them there were. They were like a pack of ravenous snarling dogs scratching and clawing at me. I tried to ignore the pain and humiliation and made my body limp for them so my submission would be obvious but they didn’t seem to notice or care.
Behind me something hard and wet was pushed up into my ass and I screamed.
“Shut up slave cunt!”
“Hey! I caught the cunt so I fuck it first.”
“Fuck off. There’s plenty of cunt meat there for all of us.”
Suddenly I was dragged up by my hair again. Someone slapped me and shouted “Open wide!” and a massive cock was rammed into my mouth. Just as I started to suck on it another cock punctured my ass from behind. It split my ass cheeks and hammered and drilled its way into me and my body jerked and shook to the force of its pounding pitiless motion. The cock in my mouth started to spurt hot cum and before I could even swallow or spit another cock took its place. And when that gushed there was another. Then another. So many. I lost count. I drank their cum but they continued unquenchable. It was like a dream. Cocks everywhere. All around me and inside me. Massive, hungry, fiery red cocks circling like birds of prey about to devour my fresh slave cunt meat.
I have no idea how long it went on. They all took their turns with me. Two or three at a time. Others stood over me and watched and cheered showering me with their cum. I was totally overwhelmed.
With their anger and their lust, they tore at me, devoured me and consumed me whole. Of course I submitted. I wanted to please them. I was a slave. They had caught me and I was theirs to use. They had every right. I was their trophy. Captured dominion. All of my gates were flung open to them and they could wonder through me freely and use me as as was their due.
The gods had conceived my sex to bear their beautiful wild lusty cocks and it welcomed them and pleasured them until they could stand it no longer and they came for me. They came a river of cum for me. Hot and gushing, it flowed within me and all over me and I bathed luxuriant in it. They came on my face and on my eyes and in my hair. They came in my ass and in my cunt and in my mouth. I was theirs to fill, feed and coat with their cum. All of them came for me. Yes. All of them. Coming for me… me …They were all mine…
There could be no pain now. I had become pleasure itself. A goddess giver of ecstasy conjured up to satisfy their lust. But it was I who held them in my spell. Their seed was their tribute. I immersed myself in the divine moment and gave myself up to it. I submitted to their brute power and I lost myself in their anger and their muscle and their lust. Soon I began to feel an exhilaration. A kind of euphoria. They had wanted to capture me and tame me but they had only succeeded in delivering me the very thing that set me free. Suddenly I felt my sex rise and take flight. Its energy unconquerable and eternal, it began to flow through me with such force and such fury that I cried out not from pain but in absolute ecstasy. My sex was my power. A far greater power than their brutish anger and violence. Mine could never be spent nor used nor defeated. Mine gave birth. Mine was the power of creation. Mine was life. And I rose and soared with it. Not subject to it. For it could not enslave me. It was me.
And I was free.
Continues – Slave Tales: The Hunt (XII)