Cotyledon (All Welcome, Please Join)

[hazel43]

300 years ago, an organized group of Magi discovered a worm hole leading to another planet. The new world supported an abundance of wildlife. It had all of the most desirable ecosystems found on earth. There were no dominant terrestrial species comparable to humans. At the time of the discovery, they decided to name the new paradise Cotyledon "coat-el-eden."

This organization of 200 men and women represent almost every culture found in the eastern hemisphere. They are all proficient in the use of spiritual powers and abhor the use of machines.

Over the years, the process of settling Cotyledon required a huge amount of labor. They began to abduct ordinary human beings as slaves. Slave trading became an established profession. These merchants often returned to earth to obtain new merchandise.
The new society relied on their slaves for all remedial work. There was very little need for technology or labor saving devices.

Today the slaves are used for sexual pleasure, as well as for athletic sports exhibition and competition. Sporting competitions featuring their slaves are held every week. Their captors think of them in the same way that ordinary humans think of their dogs, cats, horses, and livestock. Except , of course, the slaves are not a source of food!
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OOC:Cotyledon OOC (Shortcut)

 

[hazel43]

The council meeting is over at last. Annatalia feels relieved it is over. She is 38. Her brown robes are made of fine silk. Her long light reddish blonde hair flows behind her slender figure as she gracefully gracefully descends the steps in the direction of her magic carpet.

She had been proud to become the representative of her family at the council. Her grandfather, magus Franklin Pendleton, is 135 years old. Five years earlier, he had given Annatalia the responsibility of representing the family. He said she was his most successful descendant and he had asked her to take over for him.

The meeting took most of the afternoon. Annatalia looks forward to being home with her slaves in her mansion. Saturday was only five days away. Scotty, her best stud slave, is having a winning streak in the local racing circuit. Annatalia is eager to see his afternoon workout. She is always personally involved in his training. She constantly admires him with pride, not only as she watches him run, but also when giving him his body rubs after his workouts.

Slave husbandry had always been a subject of great interest to Annatalia. Scotty was the first slave she had produced through selective breeding. Scotty's parents had come from Earth, and were purchased by her father. Scotty was 19 years old now. Annatalia has begun her careful search to find suitable mates for him.

 

[scribe_m]

Scotty toweled off the perspiration from his sweaty heated body. He gazed across the training field to his mistress, then looked up at the warm sun above. The sun was warm, the sky blue, and the air clean. He had mixed feelings of this false world forced upon him. His own Earth had been fouled, polluted, destroyed, by his own, and he felt it well-deserved that his captors had so easily taken it over. Yet he had heard that the humans of Earth lived as they would their own, free to determine their own lives, free to find whom to love. His father, however, said this was all nonsense, and Scott should appreciate his masters. "The lone wolf that runs free in the forest dies in the winter," his father said. "A dog may wear a collar, but he grows fat by the warmth of the fireplace." Scotty, of course, was all but fat. His lean trim body glistened with sweat and oils. He did not dislike running, and admitted that the bodies of the women he was forced to copulate with were not unpleasing. Nor was the touch of his mistress when she touched his body. "My mistress," he kneeled, "I hope my performance on the training field is to your satisfaction." He admitted that her post-training ministrations pleased him greatly, but found advantageous that crouching before her hid his interest.


Scribe.

 

[Tseranc]

Yegor was a descendant of the magi that had come from the motherland. They who had traveled perhaps the furthest to join this new world so long ago had been some of the first to recommend human slavery as a viable option to building their new world.

They had all left in the early 1700’s and eventually came back to claim the normal humans as a labor force.

Yegor carried on that tradition with pride. He used the dull witted inhabitants of earth’s own superstitions against them as he plucked away new slaves to be had. His favorite was the so-called Bermuda Triangle. The area’s energies allowed for easy movement between worlds, and the rumors of ships planes and people gone missing were all founded on an element of truth. It was prime hunting ground for new slaves. Humanity in all its vanity had thought the area a great vacation spot, and it was located well for shipping too. Peoples of every type from earth came here, and occasionally Yegor, or most likely his employees, would snatch up a few to bring back home. Some to sell, some to keep. Others to serve as examples during the various phases of a slaves training.

Today Yegor waited in his large hall, his hunters had told him to expect some delightful specimens today. He would inspect them, and judge what best purpose they may serve.

 

[KallistiHam]

Sorry...made a mistake!

 

[KallistiHam]

The Hunt...


It was a beautiful day for a flight as Eric took me on a chartered jet tour of the islands. It was a small aircraft, but big enough to hold the two of us and six members of the OU football team as well as 4 OU cheerleaders. Eric wasn't a player, he was way to scrawny and not coordinated enough for sports, but as a sports medicine major he had got an internship with the team. The plus was he got to travel with them to this exhibition game over Spring Break.

Furthermore, Eric had proposed to me two nights ago on the beach. It was so romantic! So I decided I should return the favor and tonight I planned on giving him my virginity. We had played around some; I had given him head and let him freely explore with his hands but no more. Thus arrived at the airport wearing the little black dress that drove him nuts...the black thigh highs that made my legs irresistable and pumps. I'm pretty sure he knew something special was going to happen tonight.

We had been airborne for 15 minutes when I asked for one of those flimsy airline blankets. Within minutes his hand was on my knee, slowly moving up my thigh. I gave him a further treat by spreading my legs just enough that he could get access to my naked pussy without being too obvious. Just as he smiled at his discovery the plane was engulfed in a bright light...a burly football player two seats behind me screamed like a girl...

 

[Tseranc]

The Hunts' success

The flying machines these earth born had created since the time the portal was first open always caused problems. The magics used to cease its movement seemed to stop its flight as well, and they plunged to the sea.

Which was not necessarily what concerned Hunter Anton. It was the fact not all the damned humans would likely survive the impact. He hoped Tanya was in place to grab as many as possible before the odd craft hit the water.

He saw her flying carpet descend with the craft, her hands glowing with energy. Another flash happened and he noticed her carpet slow with the weight of several more riders. Anton shot his magical cloth transport to her as swiftly as he could, regaining himself after halting the plane. She always had a problem with grabbing more then 10, but he couldn’t hold it against her…she was better at that detail work then he.

The plane impacted the water and was torn to pieces by the surface along with the three males left inside the thing – the once most neat the front. But five males and five females, all of amazing quality were acquired, and Lord Yegor would be most pleased.

Anton shot fire from his fingers, burning the floating wreckage to little more then waterlogged ash. Sinking and forever forgotten by the humans that had made the contraption.

The humans were put to slumber for the journey back, the portal easier to navigate without the worry of frightened and struggling slaves.

 

[KallistiHam]

The jostling woke me up...I wish I had remained asleep.

I was on a wooden platform hovered in the air while being drawn by two white stallions. My arms were chained behind me at the wrists, my feet bound at my ankles and a collar was around my neck. Locked on the collar was a chain that was attached to the platform. My LBD was gone replaced by a very uncomfortable PVC dress. The only scrap of clothing I had on that was mine was my thigh highs. I tried to look around and only saw the cheerleaders and several football players. Eric, my love, was nowhere to be seen...

My chains would not allow me to do anything other than get into a kneeling position as I looked around. I was in a great hall, luxuriously appointed. Two people floated beside the platform on...magic carpets?!? What the hell was going on!?!

"Excuse me...Miss?" I said to the female.

"Shut-up slut." Came a curt reply, she did not even look at me.

"But..." She just glanced at me and I felt a burning/stinging sensation across my back.

"That is what a whip feels like. I suggest you do as you're told slave, or you'll feel its sting many more times." She turned and faced forward. I hung my head and silently began to sob...

 

[Tseranc]

Anton and Tanya entered the hall with the newly acquired slaves. The levitating carriages had been left outside, while the slaves were chained together in two groups by their collars; the females separated from the males. Each slave had their hands tied behind them, and wore the simple black coverings that the Magi had conjured.

“Lord Yegor, we present to you your latest catch,” Tanya spoke with pride, the groups led in and stopped in a line for his inspection.

Yegor stood from his seat and came to walk the line of beasts. All present were in outstanding physical condition, and would fetch the highest prices. Pity that council had already been concluded today, for he would have relished the chance to brag and advertise his newest acquisitions. He knew several potential buyers for the men, though he may retain the largest to see if he were up to some gladiator training.

The women were all attractive, very much so. But one stood out with her stockings still on. Tanya’s idea no doubt, he mused. He enjoyed few things from the other world, but the contrast those garments brought to long sexy legs was undeniably appealing. The tiny dress she had been placed in never reached the top of her stockings, which left her with an even more slutty look then the rest.

He grabbed her chin, forcing her face to his. He saw the terror in her eyes before she quickly looked back to the ground. “Secure this one to my chair for now, take the rest to be cleaned up and tested for any skills.”

Nine slaves were shuffled out of the hall, while the one he had chosen already was chained to his thrown-like chair. As he sat back down he ran his fingers through her hair, and jerked her head up, “So pet, what was your name on earth?”

 

[KallistiHam]

Kallisti could not believe the palace she was in, she had never seen anything like that before. She was brought before the head slaver who singled her out for some reason. As she was being brought before him she caught a glance of Eric...he had survived!

The man grabbed her forcefully by the jaw and examined her as one would a horse or dog. She even thought he checked her teeth! He issued orders to his employees in what sounded like Russian, sending spittle all over her face. She saw out of the corner of her eye the other survivors led out of the massive hall while she was chained to the foot of his throne. Then he spoke to her in English.

“So pet, what was your name on earth?”

"Ka...Kallisti...uh...Sir..." She said timidly and not without a little bit of fear...

 

[hazel43]

Annatalia slows her carpet. In the distance, she beholds the glorious caravan of new slaves. A twinge of hope fills her. Magi's Anton and Tanya are arriving at Lord Yegor's estate with their new catch.

Annatalia's carpet touches down at the training field. She dispatches her courier slave to Lord Yegor's estate. Her letter asks for an appointment to view the new slaves.

 

[Tseranc]

Within less then an hour of his own inspection, Annatalia’s slave begs his audience; presumably to discuss matters of trade. Acquiring new slaves from earth had become increasingly difficult over the years. The more machines those vain monkeys produced the harder they were to capture. Annatalia was known, world over, for her breeding program, but that just made her a top interest for new blood.

“Tell your Mistress I would welcome her to my estate at her convenience.” He was short, and to the point with the courier. No point in wasting pleasantries on slaves.

He looked down to his latest pet, who had since been fed. Her chain allowed her room to move up to 10 feet from the right side of his chair. He had her hands freed, and left her to her own devices while he ate.

Once finished he motioned her over to him, patting his lap in an invitation to sit there.

“Kallisti, come here. Sit. Let me enjoy you while we wait on my friend. Behave well and you’ll be rewarded.”

He took the risk of displaying the girl so close to him without any training, hoping her fear kept her in check. Were his guests to see a slave so easily handled, it might fetch him an even higher price on the rest.

 

[KallistiHam]

Feeling somewhat better after my meal I sit in the fetal position, trying to cover up my body and disappear. When He motions me over I realize this is irrationally futile. I obediantly walk over to him and climb upon his lap. I try to look down, away from his face. I feel his hands start to explore my body. Fearful of the whip I allow him as free access as I had allowed Eric...

 

[Wyld52771]

The last thing Tim remembered, he had been talking on his cell phone on the plane to his best friend, Johnny Kleinmann.

Johnny had gotten to Bermuda yesterday and had been telling him on the phone how beautiful the place was, and how the girl/guy ratio was definitely in their favor. "It's too bad you got pulled over by that cop, Tim," Johnny had said chuckling, "You missed out on one hell of a first day."

Tim sighed, and replied, "Yeah...well, guess I lost one day off of my vacation, but at least I should be there later this evening. So, there are alot of hotties there, eh?"

"Yup," Johnny said, "Hell...Tommy hooked up with some drunk hottie he met from LSU last night. If THAT putz can hook up here, you should be able to have your pick, man."

The two of them had laughed together about that, when all of the sudden the phone went dead. it didn't lose signal...it just stopped, and made a strange whining sound in his hand. Suddenly it sparked, and he dropped it in surprise. Tim had unfastened his seat belt and bent over to pick it up, when suddenly the whole plane had seemed to fill up with blinding white light englufing the cabin. The plane had lurched violently, and Tim had felt himself flying through the air, his head slamming forcefully into something...and everything had faded to black.

*****

He woke up, his head pounding in pain, the world seeming to be spinning crazily. He suddenly realized he couldn't move his arms...something had a hold of him, and his wrists were bound behind him. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling somewhat disoriented. As his vision cleared, he looked to either side of him, and saw that a couple of weird looking guys dressed in robes had a hold firm grip on his arms and were dragging him along. "Uhhh," he moaned, wincing in pain, "What the hell is going on?"

A stern voice yelled, "Silence, slave! You'll only speak when spoken to!" He heard a loud cracking noise just a a burning line of agony raced across his back, causing him to cry out in pain and surprise. "A whip?" he thought disbelievingly, shock making him feel numb, "Did I just get hit by a whip?"

He suddenly registed that the other passengers on the plane were here too. This must be some sort of really fucked-up, vivid dream...it must be. He must have hit his head harder than he thought! It seemed damn real...but this was just too off-the-wall to be anything but surreal imagination...they were all bound, and collared, chains linking them all together. They were all dressed in black robes, and looking down at himself, he saw he was similarly attired...and collared. He unthinkingly exclaimed, "What the fuck is thi...!"

He never got a chance to finish his sentence...the whip lashed across his back again, the pain almost driving him to his knees. The same sinister-sounding voice yelled angrily, "Hold your tongue, cur...or we'll remove it! I'll not tell you again!"

"Wake up, Tim," he thought to himself wildly, and began to repeat it in his mind like a mantra, "wake up, wake up, this isn't real....wake up, wake up...."

He found himself being dragged along, feeling fingers digging painfully into the muscles of his arms, and started to realize this was no weird dream...this was REAL...he began to feel VERY afraid.

 

[hazel43]

Scotty, of course, was all but fat. His lean trim body glistened with sweat and oils. He did not dislike running, and admitted that the bodies of the women he was forced to copulate with were not unpleasing. Nor was the touch of his mistress when she touched his body. "My mistress," he kneeled, "I hope my performance on the training field is to your satisfaction."

"Scotty, you have never failed to please me. You are the fastest racing slave on Cotyledon, and my most prized posession. "

Although her affection for Scotty gives her a strong desire to trust his obedience, Annatalia respects the need for safety. Rule of thumb, always keep slaves on tight leashes. Snapping a leash to the thin leather colar on his neck, she commands him. "Sit on the carpet Scotty. It is time for your bath and a nice rub down."

With him safely secured by his wrists and ankles, she flys them to the bath house. She leads him to the shower, enjoying the movement of his slender 6' 2" body. She removes his running silks, securing his arms above him. The skin on his arms, ass, legs.. feels smooth and firm. She shackles his ankles to a spreader bar.

The routine is well established. A female slave arrives with bathing supplies. Annatalia speaks to her. "Thank you Saedie. You are a good slave."

With a reverent bow, the slave woman moves away, kneeling in a corner near by.

Being only 5'6", Annatalia climbs a ladder to reach Scotty's head and shoulders. She keeps his hair short. It is jet black and feels soft between her fingers as she rinses away the soapy lather. A gentle touch accompanies her sudsy wash cloth. She washes every inch of his body with careful precision. Taking care not tease or acknowledge his semi erect cock, she enjoys her opportunity to handle it with routine necessity. By the time she finishes his legs and feet, his cock is erect with arousal.

Annatalia leads her clean slave to a long soft bench. He obeys her command, lying on his back. The rubbing oil is carefully formulated with herbs and honey to maximize Scotty's experience. The biceps and triceps of his left arm relax between her hands. Her messaging strokes progress rhythmically to his pectorals. His relaxation deepens after she finishes his right arm. She rubs his waist and hips, slow kneading his flesh with her palms and fingers. She allows her fingers slide under the cheeks of his ass. His thighs and calves soften between her fingers.

Annatalia is pleased. Her slave enjoys her attention. His ten inch cock is erect and tight. She grasps it firmly, rubbing it with a generous layer of the oil. She checks the twinges of her own arousal. Standing aside, she motions to the slave woman. "Come here Saedie. Suck Scotty's cock until he cums."

The slave woman moves quickly, bending to lick the sweetly oiled cock and balls. She skillfully sucks the huge cock into her mouth and throat. Her hands message Scotty's balls as she slides her lips firmly up and down the shaft of his cock. His breath quickens, He groans with pleasure. His eyes closed. His mouth gapes open. The slave sucks him without mercy. He pants as his pleasure surges through him. His orgasm explodes. His cock shrivels as the slave woman milks him. After swallowing every trace of his cum, she moves away.

"Good job Saedie. Go now, take the bathing supplies and put them away. You may go back to work after that." Annatalia returns to Scotty's side. "Get on your stomach now. I will message your back."

A different oil preparation works best for his back. Annatalia likes the fact that it gets warm during the rub. Pouring it into her hand, she rubs it down the center of his back with a long gentle stroke. She presses outward on the grove of his spine, making small circular patterns, working her way back up to his shoulders and the base of his neck. The oil makes her own skin tingle. It must feel good to him. She messages his shoulder blades, under his arms, then down his sides, making larger circles that caress his backbone. As she works his ass, finishing with his legs and feet. He is extremely relaxed. She knows that he is probably hungry.

 

[scribe_m]

"Scotty, you have never failed to please me. You are the fastest racing slave on Cotyledon, and my most prized posession. "

Scotty blushes, looking down at his Mistress' feet with demured satisfaction. The heavy burden of being but a plaything to his Mistress weighs on his heart, but such thoughts are driven from him as she lifts up his chin to snap a leash on the eternal reminder that encircles his throat. As ordered, he kneels and sits on the carpet. Man -- or at least humankind -- was never meant to fly. His world is the ground, where his feet may prove his worth. Wrists and ankles be damned -- his hands grip the carpet with a temperate fear not of the racetracks. Yet his body responds to the flight of wind, the cooling air brushing against his heated body, drying his sweat. The carpet lands, and he feels relief. A tug at his neck reminds him of his place, and he accompanies his mistress to the showers.

The restraints on his arms and legs are unnecessary, yet her touches on his body, her fine hands on his skin as she removes his silken clothing, causes his body to writhe and him not to regret the restraints preventing him what he may do unshackled. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, not letting his Mistress hear the moan that was welling within. Saedie enters in, and he feels anticipation. He looks at her, tries to read her thoughts, and is unsuccessful yet again. What is she thinking? What are her feelings towards her Mistress? What are her feelings towards him? His thoughts are again driven by the feeling of his Mistresses' hands through his hair. Her soft touch is joined by the warm water and lather spreading upon his body. The water is a delight, tingling his skin and removing the dirt and sweat from his running. The attention his Mistress gives to him is appreciated and welcomed. He closes his eyes and again breathes in quiet gasps, as the feelings on his body are a mixture of the warm soapy washcloth and her hands touching his body. The washing stops all too soon, and he glimpses into her eyes as he lays back on the bench. Her touch, her hands travelling across his skin, make his arousal quite apparent. His body accomodates her, his back arching and his buttocks raised so that her gentle hands may touch all of his body. He finally collapses, muscles relaxed. But it is all to brief as she now massages his manhood, the oils permeating his cock, gentling tingling as her hands wrap around his firmness.

And then Saedie goes to work. He wonders what Sadie thinks as she takes in his cock. What does she think of the Mistress? Is there pleasure for her as she takes him? What is the Mistress thinking? But just as his thoughts appear in his head again, his orgasm flows, milking him of these notions, leaving him tired, drained, content. The Mistress then massages the back of his body. His mind drifts to a numb peace. He knows not of her affection towards him, but knows there is affection nonetheless. When her ministrations end, he says, "I thank thee, my lady. I cannot express my appreciation to be under your care." His words stop, refusing to let him say his feelings towards his Mistress. Food is next, though what would satiate him could not be food alone. His chin raises again -- this time, of his own volition -- as he is led for feeding.

OOC: Mmm... wonderful. Hope you don't mind my being less physically-oriented in the posts. I must admit I do enjoy having my mind played with as much as my body.


Scribe.

 

[Tseranc]

The new slave was indeed a fine specimen, and he grew to enjoy his new possession with every inch he explored and inspected of her body. But Yegor was most pleased by the fact she sat quietly throughout the experience.

“Well my pet, do you understand your new status in life? Do you know what has happened to you?”

His voice was calm and level, but not demeaning nor held any malice. He was sure she sat so calmly out of fear and shock over the day’s events.

“I give you this chance now, this once and only this once, to ask any questions you may have. I will answer them for you as you begin your new life here in my service. Now pet, what is it you wish to know?”

As Lord Yegor caressed the flesh of his new toy the doors at the far end of the hall flew open once more, and Hunter Anton came through holding yet another slave; a new one from the look of it.

“Milord, we had such good hunting earlier Tanya and I decided to make a second trip. We’ve acquired even more then last time, here is but one sample of the 30 we have taken.”

Anton pulled a somewhat more willful male in inside, Tanya stalking close behind stroking the whip she menacingly held. She enjoyed her job to much Yegor thought.

Once before the Yegor’s perch, the young girl still in his lap, they stopped the new male. He didn’t immediately kneel, so Tanya took the opportunity to kick him behind the knee, which dropped him immediately.

“Outstanding work you two. I believe that has us actually full, overly, on new slaves does it not? I will have to have an auction within the next day or so, though Lady Annatalia has already made plans to come see the new take today.”

He waved his hand off, dismissing the slave. Two servants came to take the new male away to be cleaned and tested with the others from his plane already on their way to the same. Anton and Tanya stood proud before their liege.

“You have done well, and deserve your rewards. Choose any of the available stock and one each it yours if you desire. If not, then take whatever pleasures you may find on the estate as yours for the next two days – you both deserve a break.”

They bowed, and Yegor saw the wicked smile on Tanya’s face as she rose. Anton was always the more tame of his Hunter Captains, but he too wore a devilish grin as they left the hall.

 

[Wyld52771]

This whole thing was like a bad nightmare that he just couldn't wake up from.

After being dragged for some distance, and finally having his head clear enough to where he could walk on his own, Tim found his eyes wandering to his surroundings. He was in some strange looking city, the buildings all white marble and ornate gold etched columns, somewhat reminding him of pictures he'd once seen of the Greek Parthenon, although not exactly the same. The architecture seemed almost...alien, somehow.

He saw more people wandering the streets, giving his party a wide berth as they passsed. Some were dressed as he and his fellow passengers were, in plain black cotton robes...and others were dressed in elaborate silks and bejeweled finery. Those dressed as he was, looked to be doing daily chores. Black robed figures carrying things for their "masters", their heads bowed in deferrence. Others looked to be maintaining the streets, picking up trash and sweeping the walkways before their "betters".

"Slaves," he thought to himself, "like ME..." The thought of that filled him with anger. He knew he couldn't do anything about it now, bound and guarded as he was by the "slavers" leading them along...but they couldn't watch him forever. He'd find a way to escape...he HAD to. The only problem was, he had no idea HOW or where he'd be escaping TO. He had no idea where he was.

A stern feminine voice, the one that had berated him earlier and then whipped him, exclaimed loudly, "Hold column!" The other slavers jerked the chains taut, stopping them abrupt, causing Tim to momentarlily choke against the tight collar at his throat. He recovered quickly, and looked around.

Two figures walked down the column, and man and woman. They seemed as if inspecting each of the passengers in turn. The woman pulled out a rod, roughly lifting each chin of a slave looking deep into their eyes. She would have been beautiful, except for the continual look of malice eminating from her gaze and the wicked smirk on her face. The man seemed more reserved, but he too seemed to inspect them as if they were nothing more than animals headed to the slaughter.

Inevitably, the woman was before him, the rod digging painfully under his jaw. He fought back the urge to spit in her face, to yell and scream at her...it would do no good, and she'd hurt him for it. He could not wipe away the defiant look on his face however.

The woman leered at him, and then looked to her companion and spoke, her voice containing a strange accent, similar to what he'd imagine Russian would sound like. "This one will do, Anton. Let us unlatch him and bring him to Lord Yegor's audience room. He's a bit battered, but Lord Yegor tends to like spirited slaves...this one DOES have some of that temperment, it seems."

"Very well, Tanya," Anton said, nodding in agreement, "this one will do as well as any of the others. We've made some fine catches today. Lord Yegor shall be pleased."

*****

Tim found himself again being pulled along, this time by Tanya, who dragged him along by the chain that was fastened to his collar, like a disobediant dog on a leash. Whenever he balked too much, Anton was behind him, violently shoving. He had no choice but to follow where he was being led.

The building which he was in looked like a palace, fine furnishing, ornate artwork, inherantly beautiful. As an art major, had circumstance been different he might have appreciated the beauty of the place...if he wasn't being dragged along to be inducted to a life of slavery and subserviance.

Eventually, they came to a set of double doors, and Anton grabbed his arm as Tanya released his "leash", opening the doors and entering. Anton led Tim inside as well, walking past Tanya, to stand before a richly dressed man who sat high upon a dais, perched upon what looked to be a throne made of pure gold and silver, with a pretty young slave girl on his lap.

Anton bowed, and said, “Milord, we had such good hunting earlier Tanya and I decided to make a second trip. We’ve acquired even more then last time, here is but one sample of the 30 we have taken.”

"So," Tim thought, "That's the Lord Yegor they were talking about..."

Anton pulled him forward, and Tim stood, examining the man before him...until a hard kick in the back of his leg from Tanya dropped him to knees before Lord Yegor.

The man spoke, his voice sounding heavily of a Russian accent, much like Tanya's. “Outstanding work you two. I believe that has us actually full, overly, on new slaves does it not? I will have to have an auction within the next day or so, though Lady Annatalia has already made plans to come see the new take today.” The man waved the young slave girl off his lap, and with a gesture, two burly looking servants nearby moved forward. Grabbing Tim's arms, they dragged him away, out of the room. Where they were going, he had no clue, but Tim had never been so angry and so full of fear all at the same time...

 

[rippleroses]

Sherry never dreamed her senior year spring break would be spent in Bermuda. This game would make OU world famous. As the plane leveled off, her heart sailed on the uproar of excited football players chanting and playfully slugging each other. The girls unfastened their seat belts and giggled at some of the better jokes.

The sudden bright light blinded Sherry. The next seconds filled with a crashing roar. Everyone was screaming. She felt a roaring wind. She was lifted, her body tumbled through open air. Her back landed on something hard, her mind went black.

When Sherry's awareness returned, she forced herself to open her eyes. Her arms were chained to a rail above her head. Everyone around her wore collars and chains. Their clothes were gone, replaced with simple robes made from some strange black material.

Struggling to her knees, she could see they were flying through open air on a wooden platform pulled by two white horses. A majestic woman flew beside them riding on something that looked like an oriental rug.

The platform landed in front of an enormous palace. Sherry heard whips snapping and whimpers from some of the girls. She was chained to the other cheer leaders and they were lead inside. Fear and resignation sent tears down Sherry's face as she struggled to stay in line with the others.

“Lord Yegor, we present to you your latest catch,” She heard the announcement.

The strange black dress exposed the tops of her breasts and barely covered the cheeks of her ass. Lord Yegor's piercing black eyes settled on her momentarily. She felt relieved when his attention shifted to the brunette, still wearing her thigh highs.

She shuddered as the girl was singled out. She obediently followed the others. The idea that she had dodged the worst evaporated as they entered a giant room. The hard stone walls were lined with an array of weights, pulleys, and whips. Pairs of chains hung from the lofty ceiling. They were separated and placed in the hanging chains. One by one they each endured the hours of physical testing and examination.

 

[hazel43]

The exhausted courier returns with the message from Lord Yegor. Annatalia is pleased with the reply. Making sure Scotty is well cared for, she flies to Lord Yegor's estate.

Anton and Tanya have out done themselves again. The large group of slaves on the lawn look a little ragged from their ordeal. Knowing they have just been brought in from their capture, Annatalia looks beyond their outward appearances. With experienced eyes, she studies each individual slave, taking note of those that might be suited to her needs.

Lord Yagor's servants receive her at the door. She follows them in. The great hall is crowded with guests. The air brims with excitement over the newly arrived slaves. Many watch Lord Yegor as he plays with a slave girl tethered to his chair.

Annatalia admires the fine young brunette slave. She smiles to Lord Yegor in greeting.

OOC: Hope this is better.

 

[Tseranc]

“Lady Annatalia ! How great to see you again, come in, come in. Please make yourself comfortable.”

Yegor clapped his hands which summoned two servants to bring forth wine for both he and his guest.

“I understand you are in the market once again. Anything in particular I can show you? Bah, let just let you see the whole bunch!”

His fingers snap and servants run off to collect the new slaves. In two long lines they are brought into the great hall, their bare feet patting and shuffling against the cold floor.

They have been ranked according to apparent value, the most valuable at the head of each line. Leading the males was the green-eyed beast with a rebellious streak a mile wide. The leading Female was a blue-eyed blond from the first batch this morning.

Each line was halted 10 paces from the other, and facing each other.

“Care to inspect the merchandise milady?”

Lord Yegor stepped down from his high seat, clipped a collar with leash to his current pet, and walked over to join his guest – Kallisti in tow.

 

[hazel43]

"Thank you Lord Yagor. Your great and elegant hospitality is well known. As is your reputation for making available the finest of slaves."

Annatalia perches lightly in a chair near him. She accepts the glass of wine. It is delicious. The robust aroma soothes her.
"This is excellent Lord Yagor. It is so perfectly balanced. I find it the perfect complement to the inspection of new slaves."
A second sip of wine, Annatalia's pleasure in the moment is unmistakable.

"I was flying home from the council meeting and saw Anton and Tanya bringing in the caravan. Their work is incredibly impressive. I hope you have promised them great rewards for such a successful catch." Swirling the liquid in the glass, she inhales the fragrance. The procession of slaves marches before her gaze.

"Yes Lord Yagor, I am in the market for a few. I am especially interested in one very high quality female for breeding." Annatalia stands and casually begins to browse the lines of slaves. "And I think I would enjoy having a couple of new sex slaves to train for personal use."

As she walks, her hand occasionally reaches to rub a shoulder, or to grasp an arm or a thigh. She takes her time, assessing the flesh with her usual measured precision. She returns to Lord Yagor and the brunette slave. This one is cute in her earthling stockings. I can imagine she will make a fine pet for you."

Annatalia can see the expression on the young girls face. Clearly she is attracted to one of the other slaves. But the glint in her eyes is more then that. It is love, it is longing, and it is pain.

Without expression, Annatalia follows the girl's gaze back to the line of slaves. That one? She wonders. How could she be in love with that scrawny thing? Annatalia casually approaches him. She orders him to step out for closer inspection. Moving around him she lifts his robe, inspecting his cock and balls. The horrified look on the face Lord Yagor's pet is unmistakable. Annatalia feels the slave's arms and legs before deciding to take a chance on him.

Browsing back to the two first slaves she secretly acknowledges Lord Yagor's taste for quality. She commands the male to step forward. He has good strength in his shoulders and upper body. Annatalia sees a wrestling prospect in this one. It would be difficult to train a fresh Earthling slave for wrestling though. She sees the defiance in his eyes. She lifts his robe, handling his cock and balls. The cock is long and thick. It will function well for breeding.

Stepping him back into the line, she turns her attention to the blonde female. Annatalia appreciates the fullness of her breasts and hips. She presses the slave's cheeks, blocking her nostrils, forcing her mouth to open. Her sweet breath rushes across Annatalia's face. She is strong and healthy. She might be a good match for Scotty.

"Spread your legs." Annatalia lifts the short robe. The slave is obedient. Her clit is soft and inviting. Her opening is moist. The skin is smooth soft and unblemished. "Good slave." Annatalia moves the slave back into line. She returns to the chair beside Lord Yagor.

"I am interested purchasing the quality male and female, and the scrawny male. Lord Yagor, what are your terms for the three?"

 

[Wyld52771]

Tim had been taken down to to a huge room room with a bunch of chains, pulleys, whips, weights and other various equipment. There were other new "slaves" here as well, both men and women, all looking like deer caught in the headlights. For the next few hours they were stripped, humiliated, and put through their paces..and whenever they balked at what was commanded of them, they were whipped. He heard the trainers talking about him as he rested.

"That one," one of them said, pointing at him, while making his report to his superior, "is going to be hard to train. He has a rebellious streak."

The overseer, nodded, and said, "We figured as much bringing him in. Anything else?"

"Yes, sir...physically, though not much in the way of brute strength, he does have some speed and endurance. he might make a good runner. Not one of Lady Annatalia's prize stud's caliber, but he could win some races. Also, he seems to be a healthy specimen...might make good breeding stock."

Tim gritted his teeth in anger....they were talking about him as if he was a racehorse or something! What they said wasn't a surprise tho...back when he was in high school, he had been in track, and also on the cross country ski team.

He turned his head, muttering, trying to hold in his outrage, when he saw one of the slavers whip a young blonde woman when she tried to prevent him from feeling between her legs. He finally snapped. Without a thought, he charged, his fist pinioning back, and then driving forward hard, punching the offending man in the jaw with as much force as he could muster. The slaver fell hard to the ground, Tim standing over him, breathing heavily, his face flushed with fury.

It was a small victory, and very short lived...more slavers grabbed him, throwing him to the ground, and he felt multiple strikes of whips on his back. A voice cried out loudly, over the cracking sounds of the whips. "Hold! Don't damage him...Lord Yegor will be furious! Lady Annatalia will be inspecting these slaves today!" The whips stopped, and Tim shuddered, his back fiery agony. The overseer commanded two of the other slaves to help him to his feet. "Enough with the workout...take the slaves to be cleaned and readied for exhibition."

*****

He was taken to a large room, a sort of communal bath. All the newly inducted slaves were again stripped, and more slaves, these ones of the houeshold of Lord Yegor, entered, bearing washcloths, soaps, and scented oils. Tim was too exhausted to fight...he disrobed without a stuggle, wincing as one of the house slaves, a lovely young woman, washed him thouroughly, his back stinging painfully. After being cleaned, she followed, and began to rub floral scented oils over his body. He had to admit, it did feel good...and parts of him were responding to the attention of their own accord.

Suddenly, the slave girl's hand reached down between his legs, beginning to stroke his penis, and he lurched back, shocked, and exclaimed loudly, "What the hell are you doing?" Her eyes met his, seeming dull and almost lifeless, as she replied, "Preparing you."

He looked at her, disbelieivngly and said, "I think I'm fine, thanks." He quickly pulled away, and walked towards the door, shaking his head in stunned wonder. What kind of world WAS this, anyway?

*******

They were lined up like cattle headed to the slaughterhouse, and made to walk single file into a large ornate room, where they were arranged for display. Lord Yegor sat on his "throne", and another chair resided next to it, where a beautiful and richly dressed woman lounged comfortably, sipping wine. She and Lord Yegor exchanged pleasantries, and she rose to her feet, walking down the steps, and began to examine each of them in turn.

Suddenly she was standing before him, examining him. Without warning, she suddenly lifted his robe, her hand encircling his cock, causing it to stiffen in unexpected arousal, and then lightly gripping his balls, fondling them gently, and causing him to gasp in surprise. As quickly as she did this, her hand was gone and she moved on, inspecting the blonde who Tim had tried to defend in the training room, in much the same way.

The woman, Lady Annatalia, then turned to Lord Yegor and said, "I am interested purchasing the quality male," as she pointed to him, "and female," she said, pointing at the blonde, "and the scrawny male." She pointed at another man near the back. "Lord Yagor, what are your terms for the three?"

Tim suddenly realized...they were negotiating and he was being SOLD! He suddenly felt trapped, his throat seeming to constrict in panic, as the realization hit him fully....he was free no longer, no matter how much he wanted to BELIEVE he still was.

 

[Tseranc]

He chuckled, Annatalia had always demanded the best, but had no idea what she wanted the little one for. Sure his own new pet might think he was something, but who cared?

“Let me think on that. I’ve yet to even review the findings of their tests. "His fingers snapped loudly in the air, and a slave scampered off to find the results he needed. The small girl returned quickly with a scroll, presented it to him and backed away into obscurity once more.

“Hmmm.”

The Male’s fight was recorded here…as well as the damage done to the trainers jaw. Impressive…violent but impressive.

“Lady Annatalia, it seems out spirited one here is a fighter, perhaps not so much a lover. I feel I need to make you aware of this before I would sell you things under another assumption.”

He read further. “The girl is currently untouched in the ways of breeding. But by all accounts should bear only beautiful offspring.”

The scroll said that the scrawny little man she also wanted cowered in the corner with a completely broken spirit. His pet would one day thank him for sparing her a life with such a weakened heart.

“Lets say 900 gold strips for the male, 1000 for the female – and I shall give you the other one as a token of thanks for your continued patronage of my humble business. Have we an accord?”

 

[rippleroses]

Sherry felt cold. Her shoulders ached and the numbness in her arms bordered on pain. She was faced away from the main part of the room. She could only hear the sounds of her friends being forced to do things for their captors. Her turn came soon enough.

A man removed Sherry's dress. He had a long thin strip of cloth with numbers on it. She cried silently as he measured the parts of her body and recorded the information. The man was ugly with long hair and a scraggly beard. His hands were hard and rough against her skin. Her nudity made her feel embarrassed and humiliated. She was so cold the goose-bumps made her feel like a pin cushion. The man had just recorded the the circumference of her breasts. He held the measuring tape next to her nipple. It was hard and tight from the cold. Sherry shuddered as she felt him touching her.

The man placed his hand on her pubic mound and nudged the inside of her ankle with the tip of his boot. "Spread your legs." She heard his order but her body just stood there. "No please don't touch me there," she pleaded.

Sharp pains irrupted on her ass and thighs. His whip swished through the air a second and third time. "You will do what I say. Spread your legs slave."

He turned his head, muttering, trying to hold in his outrage, when he saw one of the slavers whip a young blonde woman when she tried to prevent him from feeling between her legs. He finally snapped. Without a thought, he charged, his fist pinioning back, and then driving forward hard, punching the offending man in the jaw with as much force as he could muster. The slaver fell hard to the ground, Tim standing over him, breathing heavily, his face flushed with fury.

It was a small victory, and very short lived...more slavers grabbed him, throwing him to the ground, and he felt multiple strikes of whips on his back.

A fourth blow stopped short of her pubic mound as the man jolted sideways and fell the floor. Sherry stared wide eyed at the naked young man standing in front of her. She had never seen him before, but she would never forget those defiant green eyes, or his long brown hair. The whips lashed viciously at his beautifully tanned skin as the captors forced him to the floor. Her heart felt like lead as she watched them take him away.

The rough ugly man returned. Before he had finished stating the command, she forced herself to move her feet apart.

"Good girl." His voice hinted of sarcasm. He unfastened her arms, allowing them down in front of her. The numbness gave way to rushes of pain as the circulation returned. He took her pulse, made her jog in place, Then tested her strength with the exercise equipment.

He made her lie down on a table, chaining her to it. She began crying as he clamped her pussy lips, spreading her open so that he could see inside her. He pressed his huge finger into her rectum, then pulled it out and left. After some time a slave woman came. The woman shaved her completely, then gave her an enema.

The constant stream of humiliation was defeating her spirit. By the time they had finished giving her a bath, Sherry felt resigned to obey each and every command without question. She was no longer a cheer leader or graduating college student. She was no one, and she felt nothing. The fact that she lead the line of slaves back into the great hall meant nothing. She stood quietly with her head bowed. She barely noticing the woman's inspection of her, or the transactions that took place.