Posted by Falcon4451
on Thu 24 Feb 05, 4:44 PM to Falcon4451's blog.
Well I've been creating again, as folks seem to like my new found flair.
Here's my latest, a long one but rewarding I think I hope you all enjoy and feel free to comment
The horsemen circled the village, methodically sealing the escape routes. People ran, panicking, as they were rounded up like cattle and herded into the centre.
The leader of the men looked at the assembled villagers, his expert eyes searching for his goal. Girls, pretty ones, fit and healthy, fit to serve. He smiled as he surveyed the crowd.
The girl knew of these men, they came once in a while to take girls away. The girls never returned, she gulped fear down as she looked at the floor, hoping to hide her beauty. The leader, resplendent in his black leather riding uniform, atop a strong black stallion, continued his search.
He pointed at a girl with his crop and hissed a command, “her”, men rushed forward and grabbed the girl, she shrieked in alarm as she was dragged to the horses. The Leader looked down, as the men began to strip her, tearing off her simple dress, her underwear, her shoes, leaving her naked; the sun kissing her naked skin. The men bound her wrists with rope and passed it to one of the riders, he held it, tugging it sharply to remind her that she was now controlled, she looked at the ground panting.
Another was selected, she was brought forward, showing no fear, she looked at the sky as she was stripped and bound, showing no emotion, defiant. The girl looked at her, seeing the power in her, though she was enslaved, she remained strong, the girl noted her dignity.
She cast her eyes down covering her face, hoping she would remain un-noticed. Her heart began to beat hard, as she could feel the eyes of the Leader look through the crowd for more victims. She was frightened so much she could almost taste it, blushing from the heat of the tension, forcing herself to look down, though she longed to see where this beast of a man was looking.
She began to shake as she could feel his eyes on her, she felt aroused but frightened, not understanding the emotions running through her.
The Leader pointed his crop, she could not see it but could feel it, pointing at her. Her ! he snapped, she immediately realised she had been chosen, a burst of fear ran through her. The men approached her, she could smell their sweat mingling with the leather of their uniforms as they gripped her and dragged her forward. She followed the lead of the second girl, and raised her eyes, gritting her teeth to show her defiance, as these brutal men, ripped away her simple dress, her underwear. She had a fleeting idea of kicking one of the men as he bent to rip away her shoes; she banished the thought as she had no doubt she would be immediately punished for it. The soft soles of her bare feet touched the sand as her wrists were pulled in front of her to be bound. She felt the rope wrap tight around her slender wrists knowing that escape was now impossible; one of the men held the rope, ready to tug it at the first sign of resistance.
Her naked body blushed with humiliation, as she stood there naked, she panted but remained defiant. The Leader noticed this and his horse moved over to her. She felt his eyes on her, her heart pounding, blushing from her nakedness and anger. She dared not look up at the Leader. He lent down from his horse and placed his crop under her chin, raising it so she was forced to look at him. She looked with hatred, fear and a strange excitement and he hissed at her. “I see we have a tiger here, and a pretty one at that” His crop stroked down her neck as she panted hard, the tip of the crop flicking over her erect nipple. He continued his speech, “Make no mistake girl, if your are disobedient in any way, I shall have you whipped”, he continued to stroke her bare breasts with the crop as he continued; “perhaps I shall whip you myself, you have a fine body, I shall enjoy it”.
He snapped his fingers at the man holding her rope, the rope was thrown to him and he caught it, smiling down as he tugged, she felt her arms snap up as he demonstrated his control of her.
Their task completed, the men began to leave the village, 4 girls in total were taken, each naked and bound behind a horseman. The walking pace was slow as they went into open country. She walked dutifully behind the Leader, her bare feet on the soft sand, thankful that they were not walking on rougher terrain. She knew now why they had been stripped and their shoes taken, it was to make them feel, worthless, weak, without possession and subdued.
One girl was sobbing; she pulled at her bonds, slowing the horseman. Another came up behind her and barked down at her “Keep up! “ he snapped. She slowed again, and received a harsh lash across her smooth shoulders, the whip making a thin red mark, making her yelp and quicken her pace. The other girls took note of this, not daring to slow.
They entered a small town; people came out of their houses to see the spectacle. The girl, blushing at her nakedness in front of strangers, felt and overwhelming sense of deep humiliation. She was warmed by it, confused by her emotions. She stumbled, missing her footing, one of the outriders came and raised his whip, she quickened her pace, closing her eyes momentarily, as she expected the harsh sting of his whip. It did not come, she breathed a sigh of relief as she realised that the only way now to survive was complete obedience. She was now in a world where she was controlled, by the whip and the chain. Freedom would never come to her.
She looked briefly at the people who watched her; most were showing sympathy and compassion. Some leered at the free spectacle, young men licked their lips at the sight of naked female flesh paraded before them. She was overpowered by the hot feeling of humiliation; her groin became moist, as she felt the eyes of many on her. Her bare feet picked through the sharp stones as she was pulled to the centre of the town.
At the centre the horsemen stopped before a raised stone platform, a wooden frame fixed to it. She guessed that this is where criminals were hung or flogged. She wondered why they had stopped at this place, then it became apparent as people, predominantly men, but some women, gathered.
She looked around as an event was unfolding, unsure as to what was happening. Her attention snapped back as she felt her rope tug, her wrists shot forward and she stumbled after the rope. She was tugged to the short stairs leading to the frame, the Leader was already there talking to the crowd.
“Welcome!, we have 4 for you today, fine, pretty, healthy girls, fit enough to grace any court or household.
She gulped as she realised, she was about to be sold, and there was nothing she could do about this. Her rope was thrown over the cross beam of the frame, and she was pulled onto tiptoes. Moaning slightly as she was stretched, her humiliation over whelming and she was displayed before these, prospective buyers. She panted hard as the humility took hold over her, briefly looking down to see the faces of these people, looking at her like a piece of meat. Her bare feet maintained her balance as she felt intolerably vulnerable, her naked breasts and groin exposed brutally to the crowd.
The Leader continued his sales pitch. “Here's the first, a fine young girl, eager to please, fit and graceful, with a reserve of 1000 you can inspect her more closely” “4000 is the asking price”
She panted hard as she hung on the frame, looking down at the people, who would buy her. Several shook their heads, as the price was too high. She looked in horror as a well-dressed woman stepped forward to pay her deposit. She tried to look away as the woman, dressed in a dark blue dress, walked up the stairs. Looking at the floor as she felt the woman near her, inspecting her naked body. The woman moved to the rear, the girl bristled with fear and anticipation, letting out a yelp as her leg was touched. Her ankle was gripped and raised, the woman nodding approval as she inspected the sole of her left foot, her right foot was raised and similarly inspected. She was confused, her mind in a whirl, why are they inspecting the soles of my feet she wondered. Her question was answered as the Leader laughed, “Madam, we aren't selling rubbish here, the girl is obedient” She realised with horror that it was common practice for slave traders to beat the soles of a girls feet as punishment for disobedience, so that their bodies would not be marked for sale.
The woman smiled, moving to the front, she looked at the girl, who looked back in fear. She hissed, “Hmmmm if I buy you girl, I shall look forward to beating you myself” Her slender fingers massaged the girls clitoris as she spoke. The girl bit her lip, praying she was not to be sold to this monster of a woman. The woman looked over to the Slave Trader, “I shall consider” she said, walking away.
Her heart was pounding now, as she noticed a handsome man in military uniform pay a deposit. Obviously he was some kind of Officer as he seemed to command natural respect from all around. He strode up to her as she remained motionless, eyes down. He too lifted her feet to inspect them, continuing to walk around her, inspecting, she could smell his fine scent and polished leather, and felt the coolness of his uniform brush the backs of her legs. His strong hands cupped her breasts, lightly squeezing them, as if he were checking ripe fruit. She felt his hand descend over her buttocks and his finger slip over her clitoris; she could sense his approval as she was wet and hot, unable to contain her sexual excitement. She gasped as his boot pushed against her heel, opening her legs more, as he slowly slide his expert finger inside her, to touch her G Spot briefly, her head went back in pleasure as she was violated.
He turned to the slave trader speaking in a confident controlled tone. “This one is good, can she dance ?” The Trader, an expert in deception, replied, “of course she can sir, she is from the East, a finer dancer you could not wish for, she would grace any banquet and you would be the envy of your guests for owning such a thing” The girl gulped, the slave trader lied, she knew nothing of dancing, only tales from the elders of their travels to foreign lands, and the exotic girls they had seen.
The officer pondered, looking over at the other girls waiting to be sold. Then his gaze returned to her. He looked at the Trader, Ok “I'll take her for 3500”. The Trader scowled, “She's worth 4000 he snapped” The girl looked around to see the evil woman who had inspected her, she was obviously thinking of making an offer too. Her heart began to pound hard as she hung there, in between people who were debating her future, and her price.
The Officer pondered, then he spoke “Ok 3700 and that's the best I can do” The Slave Trader, wary of angering the military, smiled, “Ok” he said, “She is yours”. She felt the rope holding her wrists slacken, as two soldiers approached her. One carried iron fetters and manacles, the other a small box. As the Officer was engaged in counting out the purchase price, under the Slave Traders greedy eye She felt her wrists tugged behind her as the soldier proceeded to chain her wrists, the metal was cool as it encircled her wrists, she felt a burning sensation in her lions as the second manacle snapped into place. The soldier tugged the chain between the manacles sharply, making sure they were secure. She could feel him bend and felt the cool metal of the fetter on her left ankle, it snaked around and was snapped into place. She her the clink of the connecting chain as the second fetter was snapped on her, her clitoris swelled as she felt a wave of strange sensation come over her as she was now totally controlled. She felt a push in her back as she was directed toward a table; she panicked as her bare feet padded across the stone to the table. What are they going to do now she thought? her mind a whirl She reached the table and a hand gripped her hair, forcing her to bend till her face was on the table. She heard the Officer snap a command, “Mark Her” Fear ripped through her, “Oh god she thought, they are going to brand me”, she panted hard as She imagined the red hot brand, approach her flesh, where would it be destined for, her thigh ? Her buttock? The sole of her foot ?. She found a knot of wood on the table and prepared to bite on it, hoping to dissipate the coming agony. She yelped and then relaxed as she felt a tattooists needle begin to stamp a mark on her right shoulder. Small pricks of the needle began, as the soldier traced a pattern on her. She was being marked like a beast, like property. She tried to picture the design that was being etched into her shoulder, feeling the grip of The soldiers hand on her hair as he held her in place. Her chains clinked as her bare feet brushed against the boots of the soldier.
The Officer walked back to his horse, the soldiers grabbed her arms and behind him. They reached a wooden horse drawn cart, with a wooden cage installed on it. She was led to the steps at the rear, receiving a push from one of the men as she was forced to mount the steps, the soldiers giggled as she placed a chained bare foot on the harsh step, feeling the rough wood under her toes. She quickly negotiated the steps avoiding the splintered wood, adapting quickly to walking in chains. Grateful that she would not have to walk to her new destination. “Kneel”, one of the soldiers snapped as he grasped an iron collar attached to a chain on the roof of the cage. He opened the collar and slipped it around her slim neck, snapping it shut with a heavy click. She felt a was of humility spread over her as she was now totally secured, like a beast. She saw the door of the cage close and heard the primitive lock snap shut. The cart jolted forward as she began her journey into the unknown.
The journey was slow and long, she looked out at the countryside in the warm sun, not knowing her fate, her chance of escape hopeless. Eventually they arrived at the destination. She looked out at a magnificent Castle, set on a hill, its huge doors opened, this was to be her home. The cart pulled into the courtyard of the castle and she looked for a final time at the outside world as the heavy doors closed.
She surveyed the Castle, its grey walls and circular gravel courtyard. The centrepiece of the courtyard was a single wooden post, surrounded by a sand base. She looked, transfixed by this post as it dawned on her what its purpose was. This must be where slaves are whipped she thought, she looked at the numerous bare foot prints in the sand at its base, this was obviously used quite regularly. She pictured herself dragged to it, tied to it, the smooth wood on her breasts, stretched, vulnerable As the whips bit her naked flesh, the walls echoing to her screams and pleas of mercy.
She jolted back to reality as her iron collar was tugged, a short command, “up!” had her crawling to the open door of the cage, she crawled out and nervously got to her feet, as the steps were dropped. Another tug of the collar had her gingerly walk down the steps on her tiptoes.
The Officer came up to her, she began to pant, he placed his whip handle under her neck And lifted her head. “You will speak only when spoken to, and you will obey” He hissed, and your only words will be “Yes Master”. He touched her cheek with the handle of the whip and pushed her head to look at the whipping post She panted hard. “Do you know what that is girl” he hissed “Yes Master” she replied, her firm breasts heaving. He let the handle of the whip glide down over her breasts, she felt a burst of excitement at being in such peril, her hands flexed in her chains, her feet altered position making a soft clink, she became wet once more, her clitoris swelling. He barked a command, “Take her away and clean her up, she dances tonight”
She was taken to a lower floor within the castle, A woman who seemed to be in charge removed her chains. She was ordered into a bath of warm water and was bathed, slave girls soothed her with gentle washing. Adorning her with beautiful scents. She was taken from the bath and dried, softly and gently, she felt unlike a slave now, more like a queen as she was pampered and prepared. Her hands and feet were precisely manicured, her long dark hair brushed and prepared. Never had she known such luxury, she was relaxed, losing all thought of fear. The woman in charge snapped a command “stand, hands behind your head” She obeyed.
The slave girls now came with riches she had never seen the like of before. Fine jewellery and silks, she stood there naked as the woman supervised.
First came the jewels, golden slave bands for her arms, slipping on her like the manacles. Golden ankle chains with small bells the tinkled softly when she moved. Her toenails were painted a fiery red. Finally a pure red ruby was glued into her navel.
She gasped as a golden bra slipped over her naked breasts, the soft inner fabric gently running her nipples to erection. The bra had coins on its lower edge that tinkled and shimmered at the slightest movement. “arms out” the woman snapped, she obeyed and her finger nails were similarly painted. A girl came with a multi silked red skirt, held together with a golden belt, as it was slipped on She felt sheer pleasure as the soft silk caressed her smooth legs. The woman supervisor sensed the girl was bursting to ask a question.
She looked directly at her, “You have a question girl ?” “Yes mistress the girl said, hoping that she addressed her correctly” “What is expected of me ?, she asked” The woman smiled, “You have been bought to entertain the Master and his guests, you will dance tonight at the banquet., you are pretty, you should please the master” The girl was washed with pride, remembering the defiance of the girl in the village, she could turn things to her advantage. She asked more, “and if I fail to please mistress ?” The woman smiled, “Then you will be taken into the courtyard, whipped harshly, and sold” She gulped down fear, though she already knew this was a consequence. The woman offered advice, “When you are summoned, use the rhythm of the music, lose yourself in your desire to please, show the master that you wish to please him and show yourself off to his guests as his prize, Fear of a flogging is not enough to make you perform well, the master will look for desire, show him how much you wish to please, or you will suffer” The girl nodded, her sexual heat building once more, driven by the anticipation of what she must do. She looked down at her fine clothing, feeling more sexual than she had ever done before. There was a long mirror in the corner of the room, she glanced at it, and was overwhelmed at the way she looked, feeling deeply sexual. She was given food, and waited patiently for the evening.
The time was now upon her, she was led up to the great hall, flanked by two soldiers, who now did not dare to touch her. Her bare feet walked precisely on the smooth warm floor tiles. As they approached she could hear the sounds of the banquet, the clash of cutlery, laughter and soft background music. As they entered a long table at the head of the hall greeted her, slave girls serving food and wine, and the guests eating drinking and laughing, most were male, but some female, all powerful people. At the centre was the Master, the Officer from the town, the one who had purchased her, her heart jumped and she moistened as she took in his beauty. He had jet-black long hair and a precisely clipped beard and moustache. He wore a black silken shirt opened giving a brief glimpse of his solid chest, though she could not see, he wore black leather trousers and buckled riding boots. She briefly saw his steel blue eyes flash as he laughed at a joke, sipping his wine. He seemed totally in command; a slight snap of his fingers and his goblet was filled, everyone doing their duty. She was captivated by him, his power over people; she longed to please him now, no longer fearful of the lash, her desire natural now. She was directed to sit with the musicians on the floor at the side; they played a soft background tune as the meal progressed.
She dutifully kneeled, watching, her eyes not leaving the Master, but when he looked her way she hastily looked at the floor, not daring to meet his gaze. Her toes flexed and she panted softly, the anticipation of what she must do dawned on her. She had no idea how to begin, at the clap of his hand she would be required to perform something she had never contemplated. The anticipation was overwhelming, her fear of failure, her fear of embarrassment and her fear of certain brutal punishment , she panted hard trying to control her nerves. Her heart pounded and she blushed a fiery heat, licking her dry lips. She was wet, slowly rubbing the soft rug with her groin. The anticipation was almost unbearable.
The it came, the Master finished his wine and clapped his hands hard, “Dancer !” he barked. The musicians started a powerful tribal drum rhythm, pounding, the tom tom drums laying a foundation of a hypnotic beat. The girl sprang up, skipping on her bare feet into the centre of the room, feeling all eyes focus on her. Her coins and bells tinkled as she reached the centre. She looked directly at the Master, her eyes meeting his; she smiled trying to show her joy performing for him. Her hips began to sway with the rhythm as she quickly lost herself in the music, rolling round and round as if she were drawing a circle with her clitoris. She pointed her left big toe forward and began to thrust her hip out, slamming it upwards as she rotated around on the fixed point of her right foot. As she came full circle she flashed a look at the Master to find him smiling back at her, sipping his wine slowly. She made another thrusting circle as the rhythm worked her body. She could feel all eyes on her; she held the attention of the whole room, all watching her use her body. She was wet now, moist from the power of her own sexuality. She dropped to her knees and began a thrust to the music, up and down though she was riding an imaginary shaft. Her arms above her as if tied by invisible rope. A cymbal crashed and she arched her back as if being stuck by an invisible whip, her tongue tasting the air. She was possessed now, losing herself as she had been advised, the fast rhythm was intense. This music was not designed for slow artistic expression, it was a brutal fast paced sexual Piece, designed for lust. She jumped up and began to move forward, thrusting hips out alternately, left then right as she Her eyes never leaving the Master, she looked deep into his, suggesting he take her. She could sense the lust in the dinner guests; they had all stopped speaking and sat captivated by her. She made another circle as she hand done before, allowing the guests to see all of her body, then she risked something, she skipped away with her back to them, as if running away, a slave would be punished for turning their back on their owner. She turned and snapped her wrists in front of her and tip toed forward, following her expressive lead the cymbal player crashed them together, she arched her back as though she was being whipped forward, arching her back and closing her eyes as she looked up.
She became bolder now, noting that the table was big enough to accommodate her. She approached the master and stood in front of him grinding her hips in rhythm, then she leapt onto the table and began to dance along its length, picking her way through the plates and glasses. The some guests whooped at this bold move, she danced along the table and then returned to the Master.
Standing with her back to him she shimmered quickly, then dropped to her knees, bending all the way over, shaking her breasts the shimmered with coins as the musicians anticipated her movement and shook a tambourine.
She looked upside down at the master and noticed a wine bottle, she shunted forward, flexing her toes as she began to lick the wine bottle suggestively, drawing her tongue up the neck of it and then circling it. Above the noise of the music she heard a guest to the right of the Master say “Falcon, you have a fine dancer, is she for sale”
She felt a wash of pride come over her as she continued to lick the bottle, her ruby glinting in the firelight. She rose shimmering and turned rolling her hips again, dropping to her knees in front of the master Looking directly into his eyes as she took her boldest step yet, she reached out and caressed his face, a risky move, she heard a body guard extend his sword only to see the master hold his hand up in a silent command for the body guard to stay his hand. She lifted sprang from the table as the music built to a climax. The rhythm started a whirling circular trancelike crescendo. She took the lead and began swirling around, her bare feet propelling her as if she danced on hot coals. She spiralled faster and faster, hoping she had predicted the music correctly and it would end soon. The tom toms built till they reached a peak like the hammering of a woodpecker Then……………they stopped.
She dropped to the floor immediately panting hard, her face down and arms outstretched, her moist groin releasing a powerful orgasm She tried to hide it, covering her bucking motion with a breathless panting.
She heard the approving comments of the guests. “A fine dancer Falcon where did you get her?” Another repeated his earlier question, “Is she for sale. I'll give you 10000 for her right now”
She felt the Masters eyes on her, knowing that she had to wait to be dismissed. She heard him reply to the question, almost sensing that he looked on her smiling. “No my friend” he said, “She is not for sale”
She felt a powerful inner joy at hearing this, her swollen clitoris longing for him. She heard his powerful clap, signalling her to leave the floor. She rose remembering the pride of the girl in the village, and precisely walked back to her place Head high, on tip toes as graceful as a swan. She knelt contented, all fear banished from her as she felt at home.
Edited Wed 2 Mar 05, 11:35 PM by Falcon4451
| 20 Feb 06, 8:50 PM MsDarklove_Hurts UK(WF), 7 yrs £  |
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| 25 Feb 06, 12:25 AM Falcon4451 UK(BD), 9 yrs |
OK lol | |
| 24 Jan 09, 9:26 PM fern14u UK(BL), 3 yrs |
wow you captured so many emotions and images thank you for sharing smankmekissme from cm |
