Spring is definitely here. It will be summer soon. My favorite time of year. It’s hot and I get so horny and just want to take all my clothes off and be naked all the time. I want to touch and be touched. To experience and be experienced. Skin on skin. Flesh on flesh.
Anyway, before I get too carried away, with this post I thought I’d return to the forest and the slave hunt. For there everyone is naked all the time and there are no laws and no limits.
Plus the weather is always hot and sunny.
My idea of paradise in other words.
It’s been a while. six months since the last post. But they are still there at the riverside – my slave Bella, her lover Melody, the Gladiator with the long gorgeous succulent cock and the godlike Dom that is the Riverman.
Has Bella been spanked yet? She’s been wanting it for what seems like forever. Are they really alone, safe? Or is someone watching them?
Continues from Slave Tales: The Hunt (XXVIII) – “Possessed by the Riverman” but who cares much about plot anyway?
Image – La lutte des baigneuses – Etienne Dinet
Mid morning. The sun is high now. The air is warm, humid and the forest is brimming with life. The luscious green foliage shimmers, ablaze with luminescent sunlight. The leaves are softly rustling, in hushed whispers they are sighing longingly at the miracle of our youth and the wonder of our lovemaking.
At the river’s edge I lay blissfully in my lover’s arms, our limbs entwined, our desires sated, atoned, we are at one. I am hers as she is mine.
I feel so tired. But utterly calm. Languid. At peace.
Happiness is but a moment.
And this moment belongs to me.
A sudden flickering movement on the other side of the riverbank caught my attention. I gazed into the dense green foliage which covers this entire stretch of river. We are well hidden here. The Riverman chose this spot well.
An animal? A deer? I wonder if it could be runaway slaves freed from the hunters’ camp last night. No. Not possible. They couldn’t have come all this way on foot in such a short time.
I had a strong sense we were being watched. But whoever – or whatever – it was I sensed it benign. We’d been here for some time. It could have attacked us at any moment but it had not. It evidently just wished to observe.
Were there driades or nymphs in these woods? I’d heard of their existence but never seen any. This morning seemed so magical. It would not have surprised me in the least.
Or maybe just a man – a lucky poacher perhaps – who had just happened upon two naked girls lying by a stream and had stopped for a moment to enjoy the beauty of it. I smiled. Were we a gift from the gods to some weary soul? I didn’t care. In fact I hoped it were true. Let them all see. Why shouldn’t they see the beauty of our nakedness? I was with my lover and I wanted the world to know it. I parted my legs. I shifted onto my back and raised my cunt to the sky. Here. Take me. Fuck me. Sun and Gods and Moon and heavens. I am yours to fill with your life.
For I am a Thanasian seminary slave. An elite pleasure slave. I serve both cunt and cock. I exist only to give pleasure.
Years of training and discipline have made me what I am. And if there were two things that the confessors whipped out of me in the slave seminary it was the sin of ego and the sin of shame. So come, use me, fuck me. Life and beauty are but a moment’s pleasure. I am a sweet peach to be savored and you shall know that my cunt is deep and warm and so very tasty – the sweetest of all fruits.
I was starting to feel the call of my sex once more. I placed my hand between my thighs and my fingers pressed soothingly at my moistening bud.
The new morning was a gift from the Gods. But, and may the gods forgive me for saying so, at that moment, it was a gift incomparable to the one that lay before me.
The site of my lover sleeping.
The rhythm of her breath as she slept enchanted me. And she was so still. So calm. Long departed was the petrified slave girl who I’d found sobbing in her cage last night.
In my arms I held her. I had been intoxicated by the smooth silky texture of her skin. I had swum in the warm tides of her lusty convulsing sex. I had tasted her virgin fruit, bitten into it and devoured it joyfully. And finally, our bodies and desires had merged and fused in an abandon that had left us empty, exhausted but blissfully enraptured.
I felt something within me had changed. I wasn’t sure what exactly. The events of last night already seemed like a dream. I still wondered why my Mistress had sent me on the this cruel and barbarous slave hunt. Was it just a test of my devotion to her or was I also supposed to discover something? All I knew was that in the last 24 hours I had been captured, tied up, whipped, abused and fucked by all and sundry, and had enjoyed every single second of it. I loved the danger. Confronting my fears. There seemed to be no greater aphrodisiac.
All of a sudden I heard a cry from downriver. I looked up and saw the gladiator and the Riverman. They were fucking. And it was glorious. I watched transfixed as the gladiator sank slowly to his knees in front of the Riverman. I saw him take the hard erect cock in his mouth and suck thirstily on it with his hands clenched tightly on the Riverman’s shapely muscular ass.
I was quite fantastically aroused at the sight of them and my hand instinctively quickened its pace upon my enthralled sex.
I have always loved watching fit young men make love to each other.
So much better than watching them make war.
Image – sproject
The gladiator turned around and bent forward, offering his ass to the Riverman. He too must submit as I had. It would be my lover Melody next. I hoped I would be allowed to watch. I was due a punishment – a spanking – for my misbehavior at the camp. After that would he take Melody too? Both of us? At the same time? Oh gods yes please. I longed to feel him inside me once more. And the Gladiator. Yes. Both of them. All three of us. Altogether. As one. Serving him. Flesh on flesh, cock and cunt and cock and cunt. Divine ecstasy. Gods I wanted it so bad. Please…
Fantastically aroused I watched as the Riverman turned and took the gladiator from behind. His cock was long, firm and gleaming wet. It shone like a golden beacon in the morning light and I felt a pang of jealousy for the gladiator.
The Riverman placed one hand on the gladiator’s shoulder and the other at his waist. He slowly forced his cock up into the gladiator’s ass. The Riverman’s hard sculpted body seemed to grow in stature until he seemed so much taller, firmer, more muscular, almost godlike. Captivated, I watched his divine ass pumping and pounding as he drove into the gladiator with a violence that was as breathtaking as it was beautiful.
I felt the hot violent flush of my own arousal overwhelming me now. I wanted to be fucked like that. Right now.
I turned to Melody. I blew on her ear and gave her a nudge.
“Wake up, precious. Look, you’re missing all the fun.”
She flinched and stirred slowly. I blew on her cheek again and full of desire for her, leaned forward to kiss her mouth.
She awoke slowly and made a little gratifying moan and her arms reached behind my shoulders to embrace me and pull me closer.
Opening her eyes blearily she grinned and said, “Hello, my love.”
“Look. Downriver. The Riverman and the gladiator.”
She turned and stared. They were lying at the water’s edge now. Their naked bodies were shining wet in the sunlight, glorious, majestic, their hard statuesque limbs intertwined in the most divine of all erotic movements. They bucked and they fought and they fucked like powerful young gods. All the power and the lust in those two finely chiselled bodies breaking loose in a torrent of desperate and brutal ecstasy.
Image – sproject
Melody, now wide awake and her eyes aglow, turned and looked at me with the conspiratorial grin of a naughty teenager
“Oh how beautiful. I want some of that.”
Suddenly she jumped up and ran to the river’s edge.
“Come on,” she shouted, “we deserve some too.”
Without a thought, I ran after her.
But she turned and started to splash me. I returned the gesture and we frolicked and teased each other and then a giggling push turned to a provocative shove and suddenly we were playfully scuffling.
I slapped her ass and she leapt on me and tried to push me over. I staggered laughing and fell at the river bank with her on top of me. She held me down by my hair and then covered me in kisses.
She was the possessor of such a powerful lust that it left me momentarily stunned. She was like an animal now. She pulled my arms above my head to fully expose my breasts to her. It aroused me enormously to see her like this. This was the real her. The caged beast finally released from darkness and solitude and frustration.
Joyful, lusty and so very hot. She was my tigress. Roaring and hungry. She had caught her prey and was now playing with it. With me. She put her face close to mine and made to kiss me again and then laughing suddenly withdrew and bit my nipple. She pulled on it viciously, flicking at the tip with her tongue and I screamed in pain and in ecstasy as her teeth bit harder and harder.
Oh Gods yes. I wanted her to ravish me. Utterly. Bite me. Eat me.Take everything. Everything you need. I am your prey. Let the forest see you carry me away. Let them all see us. Let them see your hunger for me. Yes. I want them all to see. Take me. Hungrily, viciously, without thought or mercy. Fuck me darling. Fuck me hard fuck me oh please fuck me fuck me fuck me…
She put her nose against my cheek as if inhaling my scent. Still holding me by my hair she suddenly yanked at it and with her free hand she slapped me. Hard. There was an evil glint in her eye. Gods how beautiful she was like this. I laughed out loud. What had I done to her? Was it really me who had turned her into this vicious lusty tigress? In that moment she was so gorgeous and desirable I felt my heart pounding and my sex filled with a longing that would now brook no denial
She yanked at my hair again.
“You’re a naughty slave girl. You must be punished.“
I laughed. “Really? Last night you told me you wanted to be my slave”
She giggled. “I do. But not now. Maybe later. Now you’re mine to do with as I please.”
She slapped me again. “And don’t interrupt!”
“Ow! That hurt!”
Actually it hadn’t hurt at all but I was loving the game and adored this new frisky dominant side to her.
Another slap. Harder. I sensed the playful malice in her. She was enjoying this.
And I loved her for it.
“Oh Mistress. Punish me, Mistress. I must be whipped. Hard. Then fucked. Really hard. I am a such a bad naughty slave. I was watching the men fucking and was so aroused by it. I forgot myself. I’m such a slut. I’m only good for the whip.”
She slapped me again, “I said silence, you bitch. You will obey me!”
I looked up at her. I couldn’t help but grin. I loved this game.
“You deserve to be whipped. And the Riverman is going to spank you. But I’m going to watch,” she laughed. “Then he’s going to tie you to that big oak tree and you’ll have to watch as both he and the gladiator take it in turns to fuck me.
“Mmmm… I’d like that.”
“Gods, you’re such a slut and I love you for it.”
She grabbed me by my hair again and pulled me to her lips.
And once again I dived within her and bathed ecstatically in the hot torrents of a desire that was totally unrestrained, truly free and so very beautiful.
Image – Sous les lauriers roses – Etienne_Dinet
To be continued.