Continues from Slave tales: The Hunt (XV)
Image – “Bound Dominance” by Mebob / Fleshwerk Photography via Deviant Art
Deep in the forest the slave camp was surrounded on all sides by tall thick trees. We were well hidden. No one would ever find us here. Only the stars in the night sky were witness to our ordeals and only the gods in heaven would hear our cries for mercy.
Through the bars of my cage I could see the horses feeding. The girls in the other cages appeared to be sleeping; naked and wrapped in each others’ arms, the slave hunt had exhausted them. The three boys were still chained to the tall wooden post. They may have been awake. I couldn’t tell. But the heavy silver chain locked tightly around each of their firm cocks made impossible their escape.
From the campfire came the sounds of the slave hunters’ revelry. Among the shouts and laughter a lonely male voice begged for mercy. The answer was always the same – the cruel and pitiless rhythm of sharp leather striking bare flesh. How long had they been whipping him now?
Suddenly it occurred to me that I knew absolutely nothing about my cage mate. Gods I didn’t even know her name.
“Sweet one, how do your Masters call you?”
“Melody, though it’s sometimes shortened to ‘Meli’.”
Then she shrugged, adding, “But mostly it’s just ‘slave’.”
Melody. It suited her. Mellifluous and sweet.
We raised our cuffed hands to each other and bowed in playful mock formality.
I took her hand and held it for a moment and she smiled. There was that spark again. Despite her fears her eyes shone bright and clear.
“Are you from the north?”
She laughed. “Yes. Is it so obvious? I was born of the Skella tribe but when we were captured by the Malovians we were all sold off into slavery…” She paused and shrugged again, “I have no birth family… And you?”
“I’m from here. Trained at the slave seminary. I am a slave of the house of Mistress Theia. Her property and pleased to serve her. And why are you here? On the hunt.”
“Punishment. You’re lucky. My Mistress is jealous of me. The Master gained possession of me upon my maturity, when I was 18. He said I was a juicy peach just ripe for eating. The Mistress thinks I please the Master more than she does and so she hates me. She wanted a male slave and cuts my hair to make me look like a boy. But I also think she does it to make me look less pleasing to the Master. She’s always saying I’m useless and whipping me and blaming me for things. I think she loves to be cruel to me. Last week she accused me of eating some fruit without permission. She said I’d stolen it. But I hadn’t. The Master had given it to me as a reward for pleasuring him after breakfast. But he hadn’t told her. So they had a big argument and she said I had to go on the slave hunt as punishment. I had to learn how lucky I was to be in their house and to obey her and learn to be good but it’s all lies. She just wants to get rid of me. She wants something to happen to me … something bad…“
Her voice broke off. She was almost trembling. I wasn’t sure if from rage or fear. For a moment I thought she was going to cry.
She looked up suddenly, “Oh gods this is so horrible. What are they going to do to us?“
“I wish I knew. When did the hunters capture you?”
“A couple of hours ago. I’d been hiding in a tree but their dogs found me. I’ve never been so scared. They were howling and snapping at me. I surrendered immediately and begged for mercy but the hunters just laughed and whipped me for fun.”
“Have they used you? Punished you?”
“No. They captured me and then just as they were going to… you know… use me, a rider approached and said he’d seen another slave heading west, one they’d been looking for, so they rode off to catch her. The captain ordered two men to bring me back here and cage me. They slapped me around a little but they haven’t touched me since.”
I was sure that other slave had been me. If so then I’d saved her from…. Well, what they’d done to me.
“Don’t worry, Melody. Everything will be alright.” Again I took her hands in mine. “I’m sure someone will come for us.”
Actually I had no idea what was going to happen to us but she was obviously in need of some reassurance. I pulled her to me and hugged her. It was all too much for her and she started sobbing very softly. As I held her trembling body against mine I suddenly felt my desire for her magnify a thousandfold. I felt something new and very powerful rise within me. It was a desire which, apart from my Mistress, I had never felt for anyone before. I wanted to protect her. To keep her safe. I also wanted to have her near me. But we were slaves. That was impossible.
This delightful creature was really too innocent to be on the hunt. She had to be prepared for what was about to happen to us. I raised my cuffed hands and brushed the hair from her tearful eyes. “Shh, my dear. We’ll be alright, you’ll see. And if they whip you… Well, it’s not so bad. Actually,” I winked at her, “I rather like it.”
She was looking at me completely nonplussed so I tried to explain. “They whip us because they desire us. They do it to make us more beautiful. And it makes them feel alive. It makes us feel alive too. I love it. Really. I love to see them craving my body, wanting more from me, pushing me harder. Lusting after what only I can give them.”
She still looked bewildered but I carried on anyway. “If they whip you tonight, think of the beauty you are. That is why they do it. A whipping is a very beautiful thing. For both slave and Master. It brings us to life. Don’t fear it. Revel in it. The gods have made us so.”
I had no idea if she was following me or not but I knew she would have to understand something of it if she was going to survive this night which, I now realized, was a long way from over.
“I was trained in the seminary.” I continued, “I believe what I say is true and I live by it. If you accept the whip willingly, you will feel the exhilaration of the pain, the pleasure in the suffering and the beauty of the submission. The gods will reward you and for a few moments they will set you free. Really free. True freedom. Absolute ecstasy – the way of heaven. Believe me,” I winked again, “I know.”
She reached for my bare arm and stroked it with the back of her fingers. I relished her touch. So tender. So soft. It almost tickled and I savored each gentle slow movement of her hand.
“When my Mistress whips me she does it out of love for me. It’s a wonderful thing and she has told me many times how beautiful I am under the whip. And how much she desires me when I am flogged.”
She furrowed her brow and for a few moments I thought I could see her almost willing herself to comprehend it. As if it were a puzzle or a problem with a simple solution that irritated her only by its elusiveness. She looked so desirable at that moment I thought I was going to have to pinch myself. But then she just looked up at me and said, “Well, when my Mistress beats me she is always angry with me and it hurts. There is no love in her for me. So I’m not sure if I understand you or not but…” She paused for a moment and then continued very quickly, babbling as if the words had been itching to escape from her, “I know I would like to remain with you. You are very loving, I think, and love will always surround you.” She took a deep breath. She looked nervous again, almost as if she was embarrassed by what she was saying. ”I feel safe with you. I wish you were my Mistress. I would love and serve you.”
I gasped. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. I looked directly into those bright guileless eyes and I knew she was telling me the truth. And at that moment I desired her more than I had ever desired anyone. She had something that I lacked. Something which only she would give me. But I didn’t know what it was yet.
Image – “Master” by Mebob / Fleshwerk Photography via Deviant Art
For a few moments we gazed at each other in silence. I desperately wanted to dive into her, penetrate her and explore her more fully. I desired to own that flesh. Make it mine. Experience it so intimately and completely so that it might merge with my own.
I laid my hands on her breasts and they seemed to melt into my fingertips. Her nipples sharpened in willing response. I pinched her right nipple hard and she let out a tiny little cry. I ssh-ed her and told her to close her eyes. I kneaded and pulled at the nipple to make it as hard as possible and then stabbed into it again with my fingernails. She gasped and emitted a long moan. It was like a strange animal sound which seemed to emanate from somewhere deep within her. Somewhere primal. It almost seemed inhuman. In a way it was. But it was more like superhuman.
It was the cry of her sex.
Then, suddenly, her body went limp, her head falling forward as if she’d been hypnotized. As indeed she had been. I smiled. Hypnotized by pleasure. My Mistress had taught me well.
I continued to knead and scrape at her nipples. My fingernails like needles. Pitiless pleasure-pain.
“Come to me,” I whispered, leading her by the breasts, drawing her to me.
She raised her face to me, parting her lips in anticipation of a kiss. Her hips and pelvis had started to gyrate rhythmically. A slow graceful dance that was born of her unconscious instincts and had by now become involuntary. Beyond her will, her sex danced at my command. I had stripped her of everything. She knelt naked before me. Truly naked. Without will or ego. Only the essence of her sex remained intact. Her animal desire. Her true soul finally laid bare.
And it was such a joyful vision to behold.
Suddenly her mouth opened wider and her features contorted into a silent scream. Then her eyes closed. She was staring into nothingness but she was seeing as she had never seen before. She was seeing through her nipples, her pussy, her ass, her skin… She was feeling everything there was to feel. Her senses became overloaded and her body jerked as if in shock, outraged by the ecstasy that had claimed it.
And now, just at the point of being destroyed by it, yet still willing to be devoured by it, she whispered, “Yesss…. Pleassse… Own me… Ohhh…”
Then she started mumbling. Even the power of speech had been denied her now – surrendered to me. She was a vessel. And when she was penetrated there would be no words or thoughts. No ego or self. Only essence.
Blankly her eyes opened again. She was so far away. Consumed in the depths of a swirling ecstasy that refused her all reason and will. Somehow she managed to focus on me. She was pleading now. Begging.
“Shhh my dear.” I soothed her and whispered,”I know what you want. Let me just keep you here a little longer. You are so beautiful like this…”
I lingered for as long as I dared and then placed my hand against her sex. My fingers sought and quickly claimed the fruit within. All of a sudden her head jolted back sharply and she stared rigidly up at the night, as if contemplating the stars and heavens and all the wonder they contained.
Then, like a slow moving tidal wave, a smile engulfed her features. It was warm, bright and full of life. Beautiful. Like a sunrise on a summer morning.
She let out a laugh. Then another. Suddenly she was giggling, her entire body trembling with joy. And in the midst or her crazy ecstasy her eyes locked onto mine and in each other’s gaze we dwelt an eternity.
With my arms outstretched I gripped the bars of the cage and parted my thighs for her to play her song more fully within me. I wanted her to enter me and lead me. Yes… With your fingers… lead me… with your eyes… lead me… with your light … lead me…
Oh lead me please. To the eternal song within.
As one we surrendered to the serene measure of our desires. In sublime harmony beauty and melody merged and our bodies writhed, combined and fused in a seemingly infinite number of forms.
Now and forever we sang in unison. Purified of all fear and pain, we swam naked through the heavens and offered our hymn of joy to the gods, whom we besought only to smile upon us.
Their dutiful, obedient and loving slave sisters.
Her caresses a pillow of feathers and weary beyond all reason I surrendered to her loving arms. And finally in sleep I was reborn for in her dreams and desires would I now joyfully dwell.
Continues The Hunt (XVII)