Dreams of Freedom, Collars of Steel (Closed)

[RotheAllure]

The room was usually filled, and usually with male faces, gathered to watch her dance. But tonight, tonight was different, Kasey could feel that in the air, could feel it all around her. Reaching up, a tentative touch of the leather collar about her throat with a stroke of fingertips. He had taken off her steel collar, that had been the first hint, the leather was temporary. The thought made her shiver.

She would be sold tonight.

It was not uncommon for the rich, the Lords, the Ladies, the Earls, The Viscounts, The Kings, The Queens, even the occassional Reverand, when not of a celibate practicing belief, to purchase, use, and then sell, slaves. Even a Knight, if perhaps he won a tournament, or came into an inheritance, could purchase flesh.

Slaves could be any number of people, captors of an enemy land, perhaps a poor soul who owed money or land and was unable to pay, petty theives to killers could all be enslaved. In some cases, especially with a beautiful woman, the enslavement came because she turned down a suitor and said suitor would not take no for an answer. If he were powerful enough, wealth wise that is, wealth and standing, the woman could be, and often was, enslaved.

Females outnumbered males in the world of slavery. Females were the weaker, both in strength and standing, and in this time, in these lands, females were to be used for the pleasure of men, it was pretty simple. The females that managed to remain free, and there were plenty of those, either had rank and standing due to family or heritage, or were wealthy. Free peasant females, and again there were plenty of those, were always subject to the whims, and the collar, of men, Masters, and the occassional Mistress, who was lucky enough to be able to purchase and command slaves.

Male slaves were a bit more rare. Most of these were either captors from a war, criminals of one kind or another, or in debt to the one who enslaved them. Most were used for fighthing. Fighting slaves, also known as Pit Fighters, were a very wanted commodity. Like cock and dog fighting, it was a spectacle where 2 male slaves were set upon each other, often without weapons, and would fight until one could fight no more, or sometimes, to the death. It was not pretty. Often the Owners of said slaves, as well as others, would bet large amounts of money on who would win. It was grand entertainment in a time of vicious wars, the soldiers finding it a way to relieve the stress of the horrors they themselves had witnessed in war.

And these lands were always at war.

Female slaves, needless to say, were used mainly for pleasure. Often being used as barter with another Lord or King for alliance, and of course always at the beck and call of their Owners. Female slaves spent a great deal of time upon their backs, being used, sometimes being raped, for the amusement and pleasure of their Master, or even their Mistress. Often these females were captives from the fighting. Scared, bound, and used.

Kasey was such a female. Kasey was not her original name. That had been Cassandra, Cassandra Devin, the daughter of Lord Gabriel Devon of the land of Mercia. His small realm had been attacked, and overrun by the neighboring, and much larger realm, Golgotha, an enemy that Lord Garbriel had been trying, without success, to negotiate with.

That enemy had used the negotiations as a front to attack the smaller kingdom, killing Lord Gabriel, slaughtering most of her family, and taking her, as well as others captive. Many of her own people were enslaved, she herself, the Princess and only child of the reigning Lord, was viciously raped and then collared.

It was a memory that Kasey wanted to forget, her entire life, any life that she knew, was gone in that flash of a moment, as she lay beneath the Soldier raping her.

She shook her head, casting that memory aside. That had been a lifetime ago, or so it felt, and she had belonged to several since then.

But this night, this night she was to be sold, that was obvious. Lord Lucas had a glut of slaves, mostly female. Selling some of his more prize pets, would bring him a good deal of money, and standing in his lands. He invited any of worth, including the Lords and Viscounts of neighboring realms that he was currently in alliance with.

Kasey would dance, for the interested. Then the bidding would begin.

She touched the leather collar one last time before the music began.

Kasey felt the music glide into the air, as if a thousand butterflies had been released, their gossamer wings dancing around her as she swayed, upon her knees, in the dimming light. Her breathing moved to the lilting melody, a slow side to side motion, long dark hair gently gliding along her nearly bare back..

Slowly she leans forward, the music seeming to move with her. Hands coming to rest upon the hard, yet smooth floor.. she let her body slip down, as she stretches along that floor, rolling to back, arching as the music takes on a stronger beat, rythmic, slow, sensual. She rolls again, once more upon her belly, to hands and knees, and a the drums gather around her, she begins to crawl, stalking, prowling along the floor, from the mid to the perimeter.

It is there that she gains her feet, the music turning almost primal as she dances, body swaying, undulating, sexual, erotic, as the music carries her. She moves across the floor, pausing as the music pauses, fingertips traveling up her nearly naked body, the flow of silk her only accent, touching, caressing both her breasts and the soft curve of hip and ass. The silk kissing her skin, making love to her flesh.

Fingers lift within her dark mane, tendrils curling around slender lengths as she moves, dances, possesses the music. She feels the eyes on her, but her Master now is the music and only the music. She answers the command of the melody, the lyrics, the drums, all that play around her, enslaving her.

Commanding the dance floor, Kasey's feet glide, tap, her body one now with the dance she is doing. She circles the pole in the mid of the room, as if wary, scared, arching back, turning as if wishing to flee, she swaying back as if drawn. The music builds, loud and deep, she races to the edge, almost free, her dance taking on a desperate tone.

She rushes back to that pole, falls to her knees before it, bowing, pleading, her body gliding back and forth as she begs. Arching her back as the music hits a crescendo, as if struck, an imaginary leather lash kissing her flesh, at the whipping pole. She throws back her head, shaking, mane wild upon her shoulders, a silent scream upon her lips. Bowing forward, another deep drum beat, she again reacts, her body arcing, she falling to her belly, she rolls, silently crying out as the drum beat lashes her, the sounds of the music beating her.

A final crash of drums, she is left upon the floor, panting, shaking, the music silent for the moment. The only sound is her breathing, her soft whimpers.

Gently, quietly, the music begins again, as if urging her from her prone position upon the floor. She lifts, to hands and knees, this time she crawls, slithers to the feet of the Master, laying her head to His leathered boot as the music fades.

It is there she stays, letting her dark eyes close, hearing Lord Lucas open the bidding on this "fine dancer".

By the time all was said and done, Kasey had been sold to, for a amazingly good price, yet another Prince, there were so many in these lands, these days, the Kings seeming to reproduce like rabbits. This Prince, Prince Miles Huntington, was building himself a stable of both fighting and pleasure slaves for his Father, the King. He was not a kind man, not a compassionate man. But his fighters, and his pleasure slaves were well known, even tho he had but a few.

This night he was here to purchase perhaps several of both, even tho he had just spent a much larger sum for the dancer than he had expected. He had only just purchased a fighter the night prior, a rather vicious man, a captive from an enemy land. If another stunning prospect did not present itself here, then he was done for this trip.

Already he was pleased with his purchases, he reaching down to stroke his fingers gently thru the soft mane of his newest.

Kasey nudged into the touch, knowing she had no other choice but to accept what was happening to her.


Kasey

This story is closed for myself and Karnelman
We hope you enjoy​

 

[karnelman]

Jake lay upon the cot in the cold dark dank cell below the slave-traders stables. Since his ankles were still shackled for travel he knew that he had likely been sold. He found it amusing how much he frightened his owners. He truly did not care that he was a slave or who claimed to own him. He was a fighter, a damn good fighter. He never really understood why many of his fellow warrior-slaves struggled so with their plight. What difference did it make whether a man fought other men and dangerous beasts for the pleasure of their keepers or he killed men for a cruel king or prince. Though most soldiers claimed to fight for their homeland, in most realms as in his homeland they truly fought to preserve their own hides. If they refused to fight their ruler’s wars their comrades would end their miserable existence. The truth was that life as a fighting slave if one was good at killing was far better than life in the battlefields of the endless wars between the realms.

The only thing he really did not like was the name he had been given. After being taken prisoner and sold into slavery in a far distant land from the one he was born in his new master changed his name. The stupid oaf couldn’t pronounce the name given him in his native tongue. It had been many years since he had heard any words spoken in that tongue. He only used that language in his silent prayers to his departed mother. Even though he had changed masters three times since the name given him that day stuck. It rhymed with snake, which seemed fitting to successive masters, as his cock was both longer and thicker than most men. His current master had quite enjoyed making his females fuck and suck what he called Jake’s horse cock. That it was not in his nature to hurt innocent females Jake did as his master wished. It was the only sexual release he was allowed.

That first oafish master had lost Jake to a gambler. The gambler had no real use for or means of keeping a fighting slave. However, knowing he had an unusually valuable and talented fighter as his property he staged a demonstration that no doubt made him a very rich man. Jake was scheduled to take on three large vicious creatures at once. The cat-like saber-toothed and clawed beasts were known to individually tear men to shreds in seconds. No one imagine a single fighter could survive long. The gambler booked huge sums in bets. If Jake won he would practically own the town, if he lost the gambler’s escape was well planned. Though he suffered severe cuts from claw and tooth, Jake slew two of the vicious beasts and badly crippled the third. Prince Alian Renauld had been in attendance that day. He paid handsomely for his new fighter. But it seemed his treasury was vastly depleted by his many wars and he had more than enough slaves.

In the darkness of the windowless cube Jake wondered how long he was to wait for his new master to take him. Though he did not know for sure he imagined that he must have been sold to the wealthy-looking finely dressed prince that had examined him so thoroughly before he was tossed into the timeless cell he occupied. Though the man did not seem the type to favor men for sexual use the prince had insisted that Jake be stripped naked. The rather forceful and surly man had prodded the fighter’s genitals as well as his muscles. Jake hoped that it was his reputation that prompted the man to want to examine him naked and not some prurient desires. He would certainly not be the first that was curious about the snake. The Prince had seen him fight and knew his prowess in battle so it was a concern when he insisted on the inspection. His new owner would be the first to have a reason to fear Jake if he expected the fighter to lay with him. Of course Jake reasoned it could be that like Renauld he merely wanted to see his females impaled upon Jake’s large shaft. He closed his eyes leaving such matters to fate. In had no say in the matter. As in the arena what would be would be. If he had to kill his owner and die at the hands of the Prince’s guard so be it. It would be no worse than dying on the sword of a fellow slave for the amusement of the rich patrons.

He slept and he dreamed of his homeland. He saw himself as a teen. He said goodbye to his mother the day he was conscripted into the army. At sixteen he was already a large strong man. He towered over most in the small farming community he grew up in. Working on his parents’ meager farm had built his strong body. His moth had hoped the isolation of their home would save her son from the eyes of the ruler’s army. But that was not to be, word of the strapping young man had reached a general who ordered him inducted. He saw his mother’s image disappear in his dream. The last time he saw her was the day the soldiers took him away. He was well trained and as it turned out he had a natural talent for fighting. Soon he was distinguishing himself in battle. He rose in rank and fought many successful battles.

His dream changed, became darker. It was that terrible day when all was lost. He had only just received word of his parents’ death. The black sickness had come upon them. Nearly the whole of his village had perished. He was far away at war they had been dead many months before the word had come. Perhaps it was the grave news that hampered his judgment. In his dream as it had been long before he was trapped with a small group of his men. His men were dying all around him. He slipped into blackness. He thought eh was to join his parents, but how could he? He was a warrior, a killer. Surely he would not join them in paradise. He would likely suffer on for his sins. But it was not to be the sweet release of death he earned that day on the field. He was taken and sold to the oafish man that stole his name. His dream ended as the slave trader poked his ribs.

‘Come on meat! Time to move on. Your new owner is ready to take you!” The vial trader in flesh spat out.

 

[RotheAllure]

Indeed the night did not present another as stunning as the one that now lay, curled up, at his feet, and the Prince, abit disappointed, retired for the night. He chose not to use his newest pet, he was tired, and had worn himself out earlier in the day with 2 of his more expierenced slaves. He was in no mood to sample the new girl, in no mood to find out that she knew nothing of carnal pleasures, never mind what the Lord had told him. All Sellers lied about how *good* their females were, just like most lied about how strong their fighters were.

If he found out that he had been short changed in either respect, there would be hell to pay. But for now, he was content to have her chained up in the slave stables til morning.

The slave stables, well in reality, sold slaves were not kept in the upper stables, they were chained below, out of sight, the place, and it was not a pleasant place at all, was dark, often very dirty, a smattering of furs and bedding, maybe, just maybe, a blanket could be found. Females, many just sold, were chained via a rather long snaking of steel, to a deeply embedded pole, in the midst of the darkness, not much light got in down there. They were allowed enough slack to select a bedding, as well as retreat to the bathing room close by, if needed.

The males were another story all together. To prevent the males from seeking the females for mating, which would often happen if left unattended, especially when in a enclosure such as this with others, and no Master present, the males were kept caged, in the same dank dungeon below the stables, but the cages, portable, were lined up along one side. Most female slaves knew better than to even think of approaching the cage of their male counterparts.

Kasey was no exception, save for the small fact that she had been brought to the stables later than the others, the Prince having kept her at his feet well after the bidding had ended, and the other slaves had been sent away. Her choice for bedding was limited, and was very close to the cages.

The only saving grace was that most of the cages were empty at the moment. Most, but not all. There were several that were occupied, and those males took keen notice of the beautiful, and nearly naked female slave that came so very close to them. Kasey ignored them, even when one begged for water. She knew the tricks a male could play, a male slave, in a cage, grabbing a female who ventured to close. He had gotten himself a good grope before the Guards had managed to yank her out of his grasp. In fact, she, yes she, Kasey, still had a scar around her left nipple where he had bitten her, having pulled her to the bars and gotten ahold of that nipple in his mouth.

She did take a moment, tho, to gaze into the cells, curious of the batch of males that had been bartered and sold today. She had not seen any in the bidding arena she were in, but again, males and females did not mingle that often, except when in their owners home or stable, where they grew used to one another.

Did the Prince that had purchased her have male slaves? The thought made her shiver. She hoped not, because she was much too aware of the pleasures that many Master's took, watching a male mount and take a female. Or worse, watching one rape the other. Not pleasant thoughts to entertain her mind before she went to sleep.

Most of the males looked pretty beat up, as many did. The life as a fighter was never easy she supposed. But one, one caught her eye. He was sleeping, which for her was a good thing, otherwise she was sure he would be tearing at the bars trying to get to her, not because he wished to mate, but because she was staring.

A sign hung on his cage door.... "Lethal" ... and even laying on the floor asleep, the man was huge. Kasey had never seen such a large male in her entire life, build of solid muscle. She wondered how long he had been enslaved and fighting, but that was none of her business.

She turned away, ignoring the growls and foul words of the other more awake males, and curled up on the small fur she had gotten for herself.

Sleep did not come easy that night, for whatever reason, the image of that male would not leave her mind.

‘Come on meat! Time to move on. Your new owner is ready to take you!”

Kasey blinked at the words, were they directed at her? Wait, she blinked, trying to focus, she had fallen asleep, but it felt like only a few moments before and now she was awake again. She sat up slowly, the chain clinging and clanging as she did so. She turned to see the Slave Trader poking awake the very Male that she had been staring at. He was a smaller man, small and weasely, as most seemed to be, but armed with a slave goad, he commanded and got obediance... the slave goad hurt like hell when the jolt of electriciy hit you, think cattle prod. It was this that He jabbed into the Male .. Kasey made a point of getting to her feet, she did NOT want to feel that thing jabbing at her.

Taking a quick look around, she saw that most of the others were already gone. It seemed that her new Master had a penchant for going to bed late and obviously sleeping late...

 

[karnelman]

“Damn you! All you need do is ask. You know I have no truck with you or my duty, pig! Besides I only engage in fights worth the effort. Even with the goad and me chained it would take little effort to crush the breath from a weasel like you,” Jake boasted as he struggled to get to his feet.

The slave trader knew the slave’s words were true. He stepped back not daring to use the painful weapon on the large fighter. The slave had a hearty laugh over his keepers fear or a shackled slave. The big man stretched as best he could to free his muscles of the kinks of sleeping on the cold floor. After being stripped for inspection he had been left with little more than a rag around his waist. His fighting armor and leathers as well as his other clothing remained the property of his old master. His new master was obviously wealthy and would no doubt provide proper clothing, assuming his land was not one where male slaves remained as exposed as the females. The cloth around his waist covered little of his body. When he stretched it allowed any that cared to look to glimpse the source of his nickname.

He really didn’t care who saw what and there were few about anyway. It seemed that whoever purchased him was not one for early travel. That suited him fine. Of course almost anything that suited his master would suit him. Eight years in the service of others; killing for their amusement had taught him that he had few choices in life. As he was led from his cage he saw the girl looking at him. He snarled in her direction. He liked to see the reaction of others to his fierce persona, especially those that did not know that inside he was tame and calm. The strong young country boy was still there underneath the warrior’s exterior. He rather liked that she did not flinch and his snarl quickly became a smile.

Something about her look nagged at him. She was certainly not a peasant of the godforsaken land in which they now dwelled. He thought perhaps she was from a southern land, maybe near his own homeland. But then likely she would be the daughter of some old forgotten enemy. He never really understood why some people grew up hating and despising others that they did not even know. He of course had been taught the traditions of his land and even as a child knew who were friend and who were foe. His parents had been somewhat liberal and accepting of strangers but still he learned of the old hatreds and foolish prejudices. As a soldier he those hatreds were encourage to assuage the guilt of killing. For so long killing had been a matter of sport and survival that he could not muster up hate for anyone, other than the man who took his name away so long ago.

He obediently followed the slaver up the narrow stone stairs and out into the light of midday. After many days in the dark the sun’s brilliance was blinding. One of the Prince’s men took his blinded hesitation as defiance and gave him a dose of the goad. The guard was unnerved when the big man wheeled around and faced him seemingly unfazed by the powerful stick. The guard prepared to defend himself for an expected attack that did not come. Even in the glow of the sun Jake could see the man was a keeper.

“Sir, please. The sun has taken my sight. If someone could help me I will gladly go where I am bid,” The big slave said innocently quickly regaining his composure.

The guards where too frightened to go near the powerful slave. Instead one of them ordered a female to guide him into the gage that sat upon the conveyance that would take him to his new master’s home.

 

[RotheAllure]

He was even larger when standing at full height, her eyes roaming over the large Male Fighter. She had not even realized that she had been staring at Him, and His myriad of scars, until He snarled at her..

Snarled...

Kasey did not flinch. Funny that she didn't. After the one had grabbed her that time, and bit her, one would think that she would cower back from the Male slaves. But she knew, and understood where that agression, that lust had come from. Some Masters would starve their Fighters, not of food, but of sex. Females would be pranced before them, just out of reach, and to enhance the lust, and the subsequent rage, many of these females were... aroused... before being brought before the Fighters. The scent, the dampened flesh, the heated flush to the skin, the peaked nipples, all were used, often just before the fight began, to enflame the Fighter.

It had backfired on more than one occassion.

A Male Fighter had attacked a female spectator before, and obviously been killed for it. A Male Fighter had attacked a female slave before, dragging her onto the battle sands, where both he and the other Fighter proceeded to rape her as the spectators cheered on.

Sometimes the gathering was for just that. A female slave would be aroused, then chained in the midst of the battle sands, several Fighting slaves set loose. More often than not a fierce battle ensued as to who would mate the female, and when one, sometimes two, emerged victorious, she would then indeed be mated. Figthers did not tend to cooperate well with each other, except perhaps in twos. When this scene was played out, usually 5 or more were let loose in the sands to battle for the right to mount and fuck the female.

Thankfully Kasey had not been a part of such a sport. She hoped she never would be. Her talent for dancing had kept her safe from such, brutalities. Altho she indeed had been used to arouse and enflame the Males, on more than one occassion. She was a stunning beauty, natural and enchanting. It was discovered early on that many Males, Free and enslaved alike, showed a great interest in her.

Emerging into the sunlight, it took Kasey a moment or two to let her own eyes adjust to the harsh light. Judging by the angle of the sun, she surmised it to be late morning at this point. The courtyard was nearly empty, most of the others having already departed for home. She took one last look at the place that she herself had called home for the better part of a year.

“Sir, please. The sun has taken my sight. If someone could help me I will gladly go where I am bid,”

She turned to the voice, seeing the guards standing back of the big Fighter. She shook her head, wondering for a moment where Lords and Princes got such cowardly men, FREE men none the less, to be guards.

She would never profess to NOT be afraid of the Fighters, anyone with half a brain knew these men were more dangerous than any soldier in any war. She did not step forward and touch the Male's arm to offer help because she had any compassion for Him, no, she did it because she was afraid that if goaded again, the Fighter would attack and kill the cowardly guards.

"This way" came the soft, lilting sound of her voice "look down at the ground and your eyes can adjust, the light is lower and does not glare." she advised as she turned and walked Him, to the amazement of the guards, who half expected a fight from the beast of a slave, to the rolling cage where He would be transported.

It appeared that she and He were the only acquistions of Prince Miles, so she was allowed to ride within his carriage, curled up at his feet. He showed no interest at the moment in sampling the slave. She obviously needed a good bathing, before he would even entertain the thought. And, he had not purchased her for his own use. He had his favorites, Belle and Asha.

Kasey had been purchased for bartering with others, use for money or considerations when others visited his small kingdom. His Father the King wanted a healthy stable for the entertainment, fighting and sexual, of others. He needed allies, this was his way of luring said propects.

The small caravan, a contingent of 4 guards, the carriage with the Prince, his personal slaves, and Kasey, and the wagon with the caged Fighter, set off. The sun was high in the sky, the heat already warming. Kasey was warm, even in the shadow of the covered carriage, well, it did not help that the Prince was getting pleasure from his girl Belle, who was upon his lap, riding him ever so slowly. Asha watching from the floor, same as Kasey was. Neither slave was overly friendly, Kasey chalked that up to petty jealousy. She didn't care and stayed silent, wishing there were at least a cool breeze blowing in, but all windows were shaded, seems the Prince was a shy man when taking a slave or two.

She could only imagine how hot the sun must have been on the unshaded wagon that carried the Fighter.

 

[karnelman]

The fighter heard the female’s soft lilting voice and allowed her to touch his arm. He seldom allowed anyone to lay hands on him. Even his owner’s keepers and the handlers at the arenas knew it was best not to touch him. He never gave the guards trouble and they were happy to stay clear of the big man. Her touch was soft and gentle her words kind and reassuring. He calmly entered the cage like some trained bear might. He knew the guards thought him no more than beast. What pleased him was that they feared him more than they feared even the most vicious wild creatures.

As the caravan rolled along Jake tried to sleep. However, the bumpy road and nearly intolerable afternoon heat made for fitful sleep at best. Still nearly naked the strong sun began to burn the fighter’s already leathery scared skin. There was no shade to be had and he well knew that his keepers cared little about his discomfort. At least they had provided a small trough. He immersed his face in the water in the hopes of getting a bit of cook and then drank; lapping at the water like the animal he was thought to be. When he lifted his head water dripped from his long tangled hair and thick beard. The fresh water ran down his flesh mixing with the sweat that formed a glowing sheen on his muscled body.

He thought again of the female that had been so brave in the slave pen. He thought that she was the one who had helped him into the cage but could not be sure as he did not entirely regain sight until after she had been taken into their new owner’s carriage. For the most part Jake tried not to think of females, preferring to avoid the desires such thoughts aroused. Unlike some he did not need such stimulation to make his blood boil in the arena. He was a fighter pure and simple. Even though to most observers his life was hardly worth living, the desire to live was enough to motivate him in battle. As for sex, when he fucked it was for the pleasure and at the whim of others. There was always an audience; always the amazed expressions of awe when his manhood was exposed and became engorged and always the cries to make the slut feel the pain of his snake. Yes there was the pure physical pleasure of the climax, but there was also the shame. He knew it was not his doing and nothing he could do would help the poor females. He did his best to make it easy on them, but still left many wailing their anguish.

He had seen the darkest and most evil side of men. He knew he would never lay with a female for their mutual pleasure. He knew he would never love or be loved again. The only love he had ever known was that of a mother for her son. The only love he had ever given was as a devoted son. In general females were no different to him than males. Some were wealthy and free, some were slaves and some were peasants. The slaves like him did what they were told, what they had to do to survive. The peasants likely just toiled hoping to be rewarded with eternity in paradise when life finally mercifully ended. The wealthy ones were no different than the wealthy males. They lived to indulge their pleasures. He had known of fighters, purchase to sit at the feet of such women just as the female slaves sit at the feet of the masters. He hoped this would never happen to him. He much preferred a life in the arena to a life serving as some cruel bitch’s concubine.

But something about the female slave in the pen was different. She interested him and invaded his thoughts now. Though she was beautiful it could not be that alone that kept him in his mind. He had encountered hundreds if not thousands of female slaves as beautiful. The wealthy master’s could afford anything they wanted so all of their playthings were stunning. Less attractive women had other uses. They cooked and cleaned and washed. They toiled in fields and perhaps serviced the master’s guards but the master’s only fucked the finest women. No it was not her looks or her alluring sexy body that haunted Jake. He thought perhaps it was her courage. Even battle tested soldiers tended to shy from the big fighter. She did not even flinch at his snarl. There was one other thing; even with his diminished sight he had seen the sparkle of her beautiful dark eyes and the softness of her petite pink lips as she left him in the cage.

When finally he managed to loose consciousness he dreamed of her. He dreamed of those eyes. He imagined them happy because she was free. He imagined kissing those sweet soft lips and her embracing him because she desired it. He tossed and turned as he dreamed of making love purely for pleasure. No one watched or cheered or called out for him to feed her the snake. He felt her legs wrapped around him as she opened up and welcomed him. He felt the bliss that male and female were meant to feel with one another. He awoke with a start as his huge engorged cock spewed forth his seed into the filthy rag he wore. He hid his face in the hay so that any guard that happened look would not see the tears that welled up in his eyes.

Thankfully, the caravan came to a halt soon after he awoke. His skin burned and his muscles ached from being in the cramped cage. The cage was designed to hold beasts smaller than he. Obviously his new owner had not been prepared for such a purchase and settled for any cage available. When the guard came to shove some putrid food into the cage, Jake pleaded to be allowed to relieve himself.

“Piss, where the other beasts do, in the corner,” The guard said callously as he spat just outside the cage.

“Sir, it is not piss and I am tired of muscle and my skin is burnt. Please ask the master. I am certain he would not want his new fighter weakened,” Jake said in his most humble and submissive tone.

The guard fearing the Prince’s retribution if harm did come to the big fighter reluctantly opened the gage. He stood back as Jake struggled to get out of the gage. With his feet shackled the big man had to walk carefully. He could barely get his feet a foot apart making walking extremely difficult. The guard stayed nearby as Jake made his way to a semi-secluded spot and squatted. He wondered how the guard or the master would feel if someone watched him while he took care of such business. The thought passed quickly as he was not used to privacy and could not imagine the feelings of men who were accustomed to such things. When he finished he stood and stretched as best as he could. The guard ordered him to return and he moved slowly back toward the caravan.

 

[RotheAllure]

Kasey had fallen asleep, despite the heat of the carriage, despite the erotic encounter going on before her. In truth, such things did not interest her in the least bit, not anymore.

Once, when she had been the virginal daughter of Lord Gabriel Devon, when being virginal was actually important, considering who she was, then sex did interest her. She was curious about it, knowing, or at least thinking at the time, that she would only expierence sex with one man, that being the man she married. That she would loose her virginity upon her wedding night, in her marital bed. Just as her mother had, and her mother before.

Those thoughts, the dreams of a large beautiful wedding, of looking into the eyes of a man she loved, of raising a family, were gone now. Her virginity had been ripped from her that very night of the attack that had killed her family. It was not a memory she cared to think of. She had managed to force it far back in her mind, where it stayed buried in the darkness, where it belonged.

As was mentioned, such erotic entertainings no longer held an interest for Kasey, not unless she herself was involved and even then, those encounters STILL held not a whole lot of interest for her. She had become quite adept at, well, faking it. Sex held no real pleasure for her. Not anymore.

Her sleep was filled with dreams and images of a life past. She as a child, free and playful. Her young adult years, as she was maturing into the beauty she still was despite her slavery. She had always been a sweet, strong willed girl. She never treated the slaves of her father's manor badly, always had a kind word or a comforting touch. Her father never always understood why she felt such compassion for the servants and slaves. He himself cared less, he was not cruel, just stern. He, himself enjoyed many a slave dancer. She wondered, in the realm of her dreams, what her father would think now, knowing that she was one of those slave dancers.

Dancing had come easy for Kasey, one of her own father's slaves had taught her. She thanked the heavens for that lesson and her apptitude for it. Dancing saved her from some of the more, unsavory aspects of slavery, as mentioned before, being sexual bait in the fighting sands for instance.

The carriage grinding to a halt awakened her. Prince Miles was now engaged with his other slave, Asha, Belle was lounging across the opposite seat, obviously still lost in the haze of her climax. Asha was under the Prince, lain on the long seat, he atop her, grunting and sweating as he rode her. Kasey thought it really was a disgusting site to see, and hear for that matter.

"may I " she hesitated, but damn it she had to interrup. "may I use this moment to..." The Prince got the idea amid his rutting of his slave. "go" he huffed, waving her out of the carriage. Kasey quietly thanked him and slipped from the stifling heat and heavy sex scent of the carriage, and into the warm, but fresh air outside. She paused to take a deep breath, before heading behind a nearby shelter of low shurbs.

What she sought was water. Not what the Prince and guards thought she, well, needed to do. The heat, the sex, being made to stay curled up on the floor of the rocking carriage, she was damned thristy. She could hear a stream bubbling close by as soon as she got within the shadows of the trees. She was about to make her way there when she heard the Fighter. Turning, she watched Him exit the cage. He looked burned and uncomfortable.

Kasey hesitated.

She knew she should not care for any other than herself, but that was not the way she was. If she were thristy, He had to have been parched, even if water had been provided Him, it would become heated and stagnent quickly.

Her mind was racing. The Prince was involved, and would be for a while, she surmised. The guards, seeing the drawn carriage shades would not dare to disturb him, or so she hoped.

The Fighter, on command from the guard, was heading back toward the cage. That was when Kasey stepped into view.

"Guard" she quietly called out. "We" she indicating the Fighter and herself, "are to be allowed to venture to the nearby stream just beyond the tree line for bathing and water. The carriage is hot and I have not had the chance for cleansing" she continued to explain "and in order for the Fighter to stay in optimum shape, He is to be allowed fresh water as well. One Guard is to accompany us"

It sounded legitimate. Often a slave was a *first girl* and the guards, not exactly the brightest men in the world, took Kasey to be just that by the tone of her voice and the sure inflection of her words. They had already made note of the drawn shades in the carriage. It was obvious the Prince was, busy. None would disturb him at the moment.

Kasey, stood there without a tremor, without a flinch. For them to believe her she had to sound and look convincing.

She was thirsty that was all. It wasn't like she was planning an escape.

The guard nodded, the pointed to the youngest of the 4, a junior guard on his first trip. He had no desire to go anywhere with or near the Fighter. If it had been just the girl, that would have been a totally different story. But his fear of the Male, overshadowed his lust for the girl.

The junior guard had no choice and since he had no idea where this stream was, he followed along behind Kasey and the Fighter, who was confused by all of this, the look in His eye told her that.

"You need water, just trust me" she managed to whisper as she lead Him and the guard just beyond the treeline to that cool, so very refreshing stream. The shade was so welcome, as was the taste and splash of water.

Kasey drank deep, watching out of the corner of her eye as the Male did too. The guard stood several feet away watching, but in all reality he was not paying that much attention. He was nervous, that was obvious, being so close to the Killer that the Male slave was. His reputation had preceeded Him when He was purchased.

"Let me bathe Your burns, otherwise You will be in great pain by nightfall, the sun will only burn You even more. I am sure that once the cool water soothes the skin, I can use some of the fluid from that nearby plant" she pointed to a proliferation of what looked like aloe plants, she knowing indeed that was what they were "to help deflect anymore of the burning.... Trust me " she whispered.

"My name is Kasey"

 

[karnelman]

The cool water was most welcome. The trough in the caged was no cooler than the baths he soaked in to relieve the sting of his battles in the arena. Yet the motive behind the female’s kindness confused him. He doubted his new owner had even given him a thought let alone ordered him to be watered. The master would have cared more for the beasts then he did the fighter. Besides Jake had heard the pig rutting as he fucked one of his females when he passed the carriage on his way to relieve himself.

"My name is Kasey"

“I have no name anymore,” He replied. “And you should not take such chances to help a stranger.”

It was an odd feeling having someone care for him. It had been a long time since he had felt the gentle touch of a woman. He recalled the touch of his mother, but of course Kasey’s touch was different. When he had been an officer he had been tended and bathed and his battle wounds dressed by females. Those same females tended to other needs. It was a time when there were still pleasures to be had. Her kindness and gentle touch made him rethink his own gruff attitude.

“Kasey, I am sorry, my last owner called me Jake, I do not know what my name shall be next. In my native tongue I was known as Garendalgoda, my mother called me Garen. But it is long since I have been that boy,” He said in the softest tone he could.

“You may call me what you wish. I doubt you will have much need of calling me anything. You are a rare beauty that will dwell at the feet of the master. I am but an animal to him. You will not likely see the stables behind the arena where I shall sleep with his other beasts,” He continued in a resigned yet somewhat sad tone. “Thank you for your kindness. But I think it would be best if you just gathered the plants and let me take them back to my cage. Even though my hide is tough the oils cooling will be welcome. However, the guard might find your tending me to be odd.”

He motioned in the young cowardly guard’s direction as he continued. “You see him? He is far too frightened of me to approach us. But he is far more terrified of our master. Though he will not interfere he will report what his eyes see. I fear that the master would not interpret your actions as mere kindness. I do not wish you to fall out of favor to relieve my discomfort.”

He flashed a rare smile at the pretty female. In another time and place his actions may well have been much different. There was a time when he had thoughts of courting the pretty daughter of a neighboring farmer. He thought surely he would marry and his wife would bear him many children and tend his house while he toiled on their meager farm as his parents had. But those thoughts no longer existed and the female he knelt beside belonged to his master. Even if he was free to court and marry she was not and never would be. If the master wished it Jake would fuck her. There would be no joy in it for either. This was the way it was and would be.

Further there was now even more of recognition of her features. She was most surely from the one of the lands that bordered his homeland. He had likely killed many of her countrymen in battle. She likely would abhor him if she knew where he was born. For some reason he could not grasp he did not want to feel her distain. She was the first to show any compassion or kindness in many years. He wished to hold onto the brief moment of happiness. If she knew who he truly was and spat upon him as would likely do, there would be no happy memory to carry to the bleak cell he would soon inhabit.

 

[RotheAllure]

It was more than a nice surprise to, 1 - not have to worry that the Fighter would try to rape her. Again, she understood the urges, and in all honesty did not think it fair that the Male Fighting slaves were so often deprived of such a basic an act as sex. Surely there were slaves, the kitchen wenches, the scullery girls, who did not possess the qualities that most men looked for in a pleasure slave. Surely they too were as empty for sex as the Fighters. Why not allow them to mingle, as long as a guard or two were present to make sure none were harmed.

That was how her Father had tended to handle things. Well, in reality, it had been her Aunt, her Mother's sister, who herself, was not the most attractive woman, that had convinced Lord Devin to allow the Fighters of his stables access to the wenches. It had worked out quite well actually, altho it was noted that the fierceness of the Fighters had diminished a bit.

But again, it was a nice surprise that she did not have to worry that this particular Male, Garen, would rape her.

And it was an even greater surprise that He spoke with such a deep, yet soft voice, and, low and behold, he was intelligent. That was a rarity in slaves these days, both male and female. Even Belle and Asha, the Prince's favorite concubines, were dumb as rocks, or so Kasey thought. That made her almost giggle for some strange reason.

“You see him? He is far too frightened of me to approach us. But he is far more terrified of our master. Though he will not interfere he will report what his eyes see. I fear that the master would not interpret your actions as mere kindness. I do not wish you to fall out of favor to relieve my discomfort.”

She glanced in the direction of the young guard, who was now looking at the two of them, no doubt to see if they would try to mate. Such an action would give him reason to call for the others, which it was clear he wanted to do.

"Remember, Garendalgoda" His name easily slipped from her lips, altho she did not recognize the dialect. It was very close to her own, that much she was sure of. Was He of the South by chance? Maybe Lunen, a potential ally for her own land, or perhaps Calulia?..another benign land.

A dark thought crossed her mind then as His name rolled around in her mind. No, He could not be of Golgotha.. just the name of that nightmarish land made her shiver.

Golgotha, bordered her own peaceful land of Mercia. Mercia was small, quiet and tried to keep to themselves. Golgotha was a war mongering people. Vile and foul, the land itself was wicked, never mind the people within. It was said that Golgotha bordered Hell itself, and that the people were demonic, evil, vicious.

And even with that known, or suspected fact, her Father, Lord Gabriel Devon, had tried to negotiate with his wicked neighbors. Tried, until they attacked, using the negotiations as nothing more than a front to gain access to the smaller, more profitiable land of Mercia.

No, no, she would not relive that horror again. Her Father being killed, she being raped. NO.

She shook her head slightly.

"Remember Garen" she again whispered, using the more familiar version of His name "often in the fighting pits, female slaves are used for bait, for encouragement" what she really meant was for enraging the Males "and as a prize for a victory." she knew what usually happened to those females, as described earlier. She knew it well.

"The guard is young, he more than likely has no clue about the roles of female slaves for the Fighters, and I for one am not going to tell him. As long as it does not turn, sexual, he more than likely, being as naive as he is, thinks this is fine, considering what I said to get us here. Do not worry for me"

If He had taken a closer look at her back, He would see the faint traces of her past beatings. She had been whipped, on more than one occassion, due to her strong will. The Master's had not marked her permanently, not yet at least, they thinking she was far to pretty to do so, and her value as a dancer would be diminished. One had to really took to see the marks, her long, dark hair more often than not hid them from most eyes.

He was right in the aspect that if she lingered too long, that indeed would be suspect.

Both were emmersed in the water at the moment and she took great care in soaking His burned skin with the cool touch of water.

"I will get the plants" she finally whispered softly as she exited the stream, altho she had encouraged Him into the water because of His red hued hide, she had enjoyed the refreshing interlude almost as much if not more than He.

"More than likely You will not be allowed to take the plants into Your cage, so I will have to rub the ... well... goo.. on You... I can explain to the guard that it is neccessary, trust me... "

Where He was wearing very little, nothing more than a loin clothe, she was wearing almost less. A silken shift was all that covered her lithe, supple frame and when she exited the water, the silk from just below her taut belly, down, was dripping wet and adhered to her skin. The curve of her ass clearly visable beneath the pale almost white material. The chill had an effect on her as well, one the young jr guard had noticed as she passed him to gather the nearby plants.. her nipples were peaked, darkened and quite prominent beneath the silk. She was more alluring this way than if she had been completely naked. The silk shimmered against her skin.

 

[karnelman]

The big fighter chose not to argue further. He accepted the wisdom of the beautiful female’s words, thinking that she likely had more knowledge of the master’s ways then he. After all he well knew that pain could extract much from men, but he knew even more what cunt could elicit from many a man’s tongue. Besides, he found being tended to by the female very pleasant and comforting.

However, the idea that the guards might prevent him taking a few bits of weed into his cage amused him. Even if they were want to forbade his having the plants he doubted they were brave enough to enforce such an order. He had already seen that this lot were cowardly buffoons who would shy away if he merely looked cross-eyed at them. Though truth was guards and shackles were entirely unneeded in his case. They served only to comfort the fears of his owner. The big fighter had no desire or intention to escape. The distinctive tattoo on his neck marked him as the property of others. There could never be true freedom for a man so marked. He could no doubt escape, but to what life?

He could not live amongst men except perhaps in his homeland. There was no life to return to even were it possible to travel there undetected. His family dead, the farm likely taken by strangers; he would have only the army. He did not care to fight and kill his lands neighbors for reasons no longer remembered. The other option would be to live as the wild beasts do, secluded in the forests where men dare not go. This would be less of a life then he had. His life was and would be what it was until he was bested in the arena. Unless of course he was given an order he could not follow.

But there were few things he would not do. He had killed friends and foes alike for his master’s pleasure. He had encaged in brutal sex acts for show. He had even seen an innocent female have her throat cut as he rammed his cock deep into her resistant cunt at the command of his owner. But there were things he knew well that he would not do and he would kill those who ask such things of him. He would never lie with a man. It seemed unlikely that would be asked of him. He could not imagine an owner brave enough to want to be alone in their bed with him. There was another even more troubling thing that he had heard tales of some men enjoying. The very thought of such things consumed him with rage against the evils of men. He would not under any circumstances be involved in anyway with one who had not yet reached adulthood.

In any event escape would mean the end of life. Any thinking man would know that once enslaved, freedom was forever impossible. But most fighters were weak minded. Their lives were devoted to building muscle at the expense of brain. He had known many to escape. He had seen them all returned; some in chains, some lifeless on slabs and others horribly crippled. It did not matter how they were returned the reward for their capture was still great. Those that came back alive suffered brutal torture before being returned to the arena to die. Some faced fierce beasts unarmed while others were made to fight despite being crippled. Jake would not run. When the time for his end came it would be as a strong healthy fighter.

He watched the female leave the water and begin to collect the healing plants. He seldom took much notice of the females that were paraded before the fighters to stir their emotions and juices. But this one was different. As he watched her bending, pulling the plants from the ground her shapely ass almost called to him. He felt desires he had long ago relegated to the recesses of his being. He felt his cock twitch as he imagined standing behind her and sliding into her warmth. He thought for the first time in many years of making love to a female. But there was another watching her too. The cowardly guard was leering lasciviously at the beautiful female slave. Jake had to fight both his desire for the female and his rapidly building rage toward the weasely guard. He doubted the guard would do anything because to be caught fucking the master’s property without permission would mean castration or death. But still he was well prepared to defend her. That he was willing to place his own life in jeopardy for another surprised Jake.

He stepped from the water and moved his large body to block the guards view. He stared straight at the frightened young man, almost silently challenging him to protest. Neither spoke. They both just stood unmoving while the female finished her task. When she returned to Jake’s side the guard called to them.

“Come you two! It is time we moved on. We have delayed long enough for the likes of animals and cunts like you!”

 

[RotheAllure]

“Come you two! It is time we moved on. We have delayed long enough for the likes of animals and cunts like you!”

Kasey stared right back at the Junior guard, her dark eyes glittering with the mirth she felt for the coward that stood before her. Sometimes she got so angry at the small fact that such stupid people were free, and she, and the Figther beside her, who was obviously intelligent, were enslaved.

"This delay has naught to do with myself, or the *Animal* beside me. Master was enjoying the pleasure of his preferred slaves. If you wish to declare that as a delay and face him with such an accusation, than please feel free to go ahead. But he was naught near finishing when I excited the carriage, and I can not imagine that such a viral man as the Prince would have climaxed so soon."

"This Fighter is a prize specimin, altho I do not expect you to understand that. Once I have taken care of His charred skin, we can head back and await the Prince to finish with the others. You do not fool me guard. The small fact that you are uncomfortable having been assigned the task of keeping watch over us, or should I say, over Him, is obvious."

She said no more. She knew she was pushing her luck, but had a tendancy to do so, especially with a new Master who did not know, nor suspect the intelligence of the dancer that he had purchased.

She ignored the near flabbergasted look in the jr guard's face and busied herself with the task of extracting the needed salve from the plant, said salve being the sap from within the thick vines. Her hands becoming coated with the slick, clear, very heavy liquid, she steps behind the equally flabbergasted Fighter and smears the stuff along the back of His shoulders, down the length of his spine. She was quick, not lingering in any one spot. Soft, delicate fingers dipping into yet another plant to replenish.

Within a few minutes she was standing around the front of Him, using the last of what she had gathered to coat His chest, arms and a bit for His nose.

"There, that should ease the discomfort of the sun for the rest of the journey"

Stepping behind Him once more, she lowered to her knees, bending forward to cast her hands into the cool water once more, washing them free of the remaining sap. Her now damp silken shift, which barely covered the curve of her ass before, now slipped up to reveal that supple, rounded flesh of ass. The lower she bent to cleanse her hands, the more of her ass, and now her sex, bare and slightly pink, could be seen.

The jr guard's eyes nearly fell out of his head.

Kasey could feel the stare, but it no longer mattered to her. Where once she had been very shy and pure, she now had no more issues baring her body for the eyes of men. That was what she was, even if she did hate it.

She stood up, shaking her hands lightly to dry them. The look on Jr's face was priceless, and she almost burst out laughing.

Unfortunately at that moment, the Senior guard burst into the small clearing.

"The Prince is demanding an explanation on what is taking so long. MOVE IT"

 

[karnelman]

Jake saw the female’s skirt ride up as he turned to thank her for her kindness. He turned his head allowing her the privacy to wash without his eyes upon her entice pink folds of her pussy. When he turned he saw that the guard was not surprisingly as much of a gentleman in the matter. Staring directly at the little pig he spoke to Kasey loud enough for the guard to hear.

“Thank you My Lady, you are far too kind to me, as I am but a lowly fighter.”

He used the term lady honestly as well as to rankle the coward that pretended to guard him. To him Kasey was indeed more of a lady then any he had known since his mother. Certainly she had more class than the wealthy bitches that cheered for blood as he fought in the arena. He knew to free men the female was no more than a beautiful soft thing with a cunt and mouth to be used for the pleasure of those that could afford her. For the kindness she showed and her courage she would always be a special lady to him.

Then in a lower voice so the guard could not hear, “Come now, please do not take further risk. He is a cowardly fool, but there are other guards about and no matter how occupied the master may be, once his filthy pleasures are satisfied he will want to know where you are. You are far too great a prize for him not to notice your absence.”

As she stood the older guard who seemed to be in charge came upon them.

"The Prince is demanding an explanation on what is taking so long. MOVE IT"

Despite the disapproving looks of the guards Jake offered his hand to help Kasey up the hill and back to the small caravan. He smiled at her as he turned to climb into his cage leaving her to the master’s bidding. The caravan continued its journey to their new home. As he suffered the bumpy ride, the fighter felt sadder than he had since learning of his parent’s death. He knew it was foolish to allow himself to feel an attachment to another, especially a female slave, but he could not shake the feelings off. For all he knew their owner was at that very moment using the sweet female who was so full of kindness, courage and intelligence as nothing more than a vessel for his otherwise useless cock. To him this had always been the natural order of things. It was neither good nor bad. It was simply the way things were. Beautiful females were used and strong males killed each other for the pleasure of the wealthy. He had never given any concern to such things before; never cared about the plight of such females. It was their lot in life as fighting was his. But now he was set upon by a foolish desire for one of his master’s finest females. He knew it could not be and this troubled him beyond his understanding.

At last they arrived at the lands of their new owner. Jake felt a pang as he watched the carriage with Kasey in it move off down the lane toward his owner’s fine palace. He could see from his surroundings that he had been sold to a very wealthy estate.

First he was taken to the blacksmith to have his shackles removed. The blacksmith who was a large man himself seemed kind even as he devotedly tended to his work. The blacksmith’s tattoo told Jake that he was also enslaved and in his younger days was a fighter. Jake instantly liked the man that showed no fear as he worked between the fighter’s huge legs to free his ankles. Jake did not like what came next. The studded collar bearing the mark of his new owner was to be locked around his neck. His previous owner did not require fighters to wear collars. Even though they did save some necks from the blade, Jake hated the things more than ankle shackles.

“Come on, now, you know neither of us have a choice. I no more want to do this than you want to wear it but the King insists. Please bend down,” The blacksmith said casually.

Jake bent and allowed the man to do his work.

“I am called Jake; at least I was by my last owner. You must have been very able in the arena in your day to still be with us, friend,” Jake said actually hoping to make a friend of the older man.

“I was the best, but I fear that is only due to your not yet been in the arena. Even if your reputation did not come before you, the look of you would tell any fighter to avoid meeting you in the arena. As for being your friend, that is a question for the future. Though it is my experience that fighter’s make poor friends. At least in your case though I doubt you would die on me,” The blacksmith said with a hearty laugh as he locked the collar. “My name is Bedian, I am from the northern land of Talinaud, though I have not seen it in many decades.”

“I am from the south and for all I know the land of my birth like my name no longer exists.”

The blacksmith understood Jake’s meaning and did not press for more information. In the endless wars of the realms lands changed, overlords disappeared. What had once been one country became another. Slaves bore whatever name and were from whatever land that their owners chose. It mattered not where they were born.

Jake was surprised to find he would be quartered n rather comfortable surroundings. Instead of a slave pen in the stable he had a room above ground. There was a window for light and air, a major luxury for one such as he. There was a communal bathing facility he would share with other fighters. The training and workout areas were impressive. But the arena loomed over it all. He knew soon that he would be spilling the blood of those he shared a bath with.

 

[RotheAllure]

Perhaps He did think that she was even now, as the carriage rocked along the road, in the throes of a sexual orgasm beneath the rutting, bucking, body of the Prince. But in all reality, that was far from the truth, Prince Miles had worn himself out with both Belle and Asha, which for Kasey was just fine. She held no attraction to the Prince, and was just as content to not be touched by him. Let the other two have him, she thought to herself. He was nothing but a priviledged, spoiled loser, as far as she was concerned.

She was back to being curled up on the floor, the Prince having fallen asleep.

Belle and Asha on the other hand, were awake and observing the newest member of their chain. Neither were particularly intelligent, and saw the new girl as a rival for the attentions of their beloved Prince. If they had half a brain between them they would have taken into consideration that their beloved Prince had fucked both of them silly and left her, gratefully as far as she was concerned, alone.

They had been peeking out of the carriage when Kasey had returned with the Fighter.

Why would she even want to be near such a brute, they wondered to themselves. Fighters were no more than animals, not worthy of even being spoken to.

"dirty cunt" Belle intoned, kicking at Kasey with her bare foot, she still naked after being with the Prince. "Yeah, what's he need with you when he has us" Asha commented, grasping a fistful of Kasey's long mane and jerking her head back painfully. The Prince, blissfully unaware of his bullying slaves, slept on.

"It must be painfully obvious, even to you two ignorent sluts that perhaps he desires more stimulating, and more ...... INTELLIGENT.. company" Kasey hissed back, knowing that was more than likely not the truth. In fact she was unsure why she had been purchased, because it was true that the Prince had shown no real interest in her.

"why you bitch!!" Belle snapped, backhanding Kasey across the side of her face.

The sound roused the Prince, who slowly, groggily sat up. "what the?" He quipped, looking at his two *innocent* slaves who were curled up on the seat opposite him and then down to the one upon the floor.

The darkening bruise evident upon the side of her face, he wrapping his own fingers into her long mane and yanking back her head to examine the darkness a bit closer. His father would NOT be happy.


Upon arriving at his home manor, the Prince left orders with the guards of the Fighter to have the Brute brought to him the moment his collaring was done. His own carriage carrying on further into the lush compound. A plentiful supply of trees, flowers, greens and colors, danced thru out the luxerious yard. It was obvious someone liked alot of color around them. Kasey would come to realize it was the Queen. But for now, she was content on just standing there, once she was allowed from the carriage and letting the myriad of flowers wash over her. This truely was a beautiful place, she thought to herself. But of course she did not realize she had been taken into the Queen's private and very tropical garden. She, from there, could not see the slave stables, the training and workout areas, the dancing and practice sands, nor the larger fighting areana that reared over it all.

The other 2 slaves, Belle and Asha, departed the carriage with the demeanor more like free women than the slaves that they were, disappearing into the compound. Kasey, unsure where to go, waited while standing outside. "In there.. IN THERE" the Prince motioned impatiently, shoving her before him.

Once inside the compound, Kasey tried to get a handle on all that was around her. To one side was a bathing chamber, large enough for several slaves to bathe at the same time. No doubt it was so large and opulent because slaves were expected to.... perform... with one another within as well. It was very common practice for females to be instructed to pleasure each other before the eyes of men. Females slaves were allowed the one freedom of being able to touch, pleasure and even engage in sex with each other with no permission needed, at least in most houses. It kept them wet and almost always ready for when use was demanded, whether by male or female.

The Prince had pushed past her and was following either Belle or Asha for the moment, already reaching to loosen his pants. Kasey just shook her head and looked around, feeling very lost and alone.

"hi"

The voice was soft, and Kasey turned to see a pretty blonde emerging from one of the side sleeping rooms. She was naked, with a towel in her hand.

"hi" Kasey answered back

"I'm called Amber" the
blonde smiled

Amber

"I'm Kasey, at least that is my name for the moment. Not sure if Master will change it"

Amber smiled "true, you never know what may strike his fancy for a name change" a soft giggle followed. "He named be while he was using me near the fire, said the light cast an amber glow on my skin"

Kasey just nodded. She was tired, and her cheek hurt, alot, where Belle had struck her. She had not told the Prince, he had not asked, altho it was not lost on her that he had seen the dark bruise.

"what happened?" Amber asked, reaching out to touch the bruise with a fingertip.

"Nothing" Kasey answered not up for explaining.

Amber showed Kasey the bathering chamber, explaining that more than likely she could use a bath and she was about to take one herself. Kasey was grateful, the carriage had been so hot and sticky, and despite the cool retreat into the water of the stream, she was hot and sweaty again.

They had no more than climbed into the water when a commotion caught both girl's attention.

The Prince went stomping by, yanking up his breeches once again. Did the man ever get enough??

"Something's up" Amber whispered, seeing Belle and Asha hurriedly follow their Master outside. "Come on"

She and Kasey quickly got out of the bath and followed the others. All female slaves were kept naked here, so coverings were not an option.

There were at least a dozen guards, at least that was how many it looked like, surrounding the Fighter as He was lead before the Prince. Miles simply pointed to a whipping cross, that stood secured in the center of the yard, something Kasey had failed to notice.

Why was He being chained? What was going on?

The Prince came to her and wrapped his fist into her hair once more, pulling her along until both were beside the now chained Male, within His gaze, as His head was turned aside.

"How dare You mark a female slave of MINE, how dare You do ANYTHING without permission" the Prince growled. "If she is to be marked or bruised it will be the hand of the Punisher that will take care of that." at those words a hush came over the gathered slaves, and guards, as another rather large man came into view.

He wore a hood, masking his face, but it was clear that he too was slave from the steel about his throat and the mark inked into his skin. He was another Fighter, one that had risen thru the ranks to attain the Punisher status. He carried a vicious looking bullwhip, tipped with thin, razored, blade.

Kasey's eyes went wide.

They thought that HE had struck her. And they were going to beat Him for it.

The Prince dragged her out of The Male's line of sight, handing her off to his 2 prize slaves to hold. Kasey tried to protest, but a hand, Belle's, slapped over her mouth silenced her then and there.

He, He would think she said nothing in His defense.

 

[RotheAllure]

Asha and Belle

Pics of Asha and Belle

Asha

Belle

 

[karnelman]

“Go now and wash the sink from your hide!” A rather gruff guard said to Jake as he was still taking in his surroundings. “One of the old crones will find you something more suitable to wear. The Prince wishes you brought before him and that rag covering your cock is not a proper way to appear before him.”

Jake went to the bathing chamber. He was quite happy to wash away the stink of the last several days. He was accustomed as a champion fighter to but a few privileges, bathing being his most prized. He had not had that privilege for a few days hence. However, it seemed he was no sooner naked and immersed in the warm communal bath with another rather mean looking fighter when several guards appeared.

“You are to come with us now!” The leader of the group barked at Jake.

Startled but not wanting trouble his first day at his new master’s estate Jake climbed out of the water. He was not allowed a towel, only a small rag to cover his exposed manhood. He was surrounded and told to follow the guards.

“Sir, please, I was to meet the master, a prince I believe. I am not properly attired. Where am I to be taken?” He asked demurely.

“Silence animal! The Prince has ordered you brought before him at once and you will not need attire for what he has in mind for you!” The lead guard spat out.

How dare You mark a female slave of MINE, how dare You do ANYTHING without permission" the Prince growled. "If she is to be marked or bruised it will be the hand of the Punisher that will take care of that."

Jake was truly shocked at the Princes accusation. He was even more stricken when he saw Kasey and the ugly mark on her face. Still he was not one to accept punishment that was not deserved.

“Sir, I beg you to hear me. No I demand it! I doubt you purchased me without knowing my reputation. I am not one to touch anything that is not mine to touch, my lord. Ask the weasely little guard that watch as we cooled ourselves in the stream what happened. Ask you own captain if your female was marked when she left me. Your female thinking I had some worth to you only sought to sooth my burned flesh so that I could indeed fight for your pleasure. I do not know who marked your property my lord, but I will die before I will allow that whip to kiss my flesh for a crime I did not commit.”

The prince was truly shocked and actually impressed that a slave dared speak to him in such a manner. The guards were frozen in place. None wished to die that day.

“Who was with this animal at the stream?” The prince bellowed.

“James the younger attended the fighter and the dancer. She told us you gave permission for the bath. I myself escorted them back to the carriage,” A terrified sergeant offered.

“Well does the brute speak the truth?” The prince asked of the sergeant.

“My Lord I saw no mark on the female when I returned her to your carriage. I do not know how such a thing occurred. Perhaps she hurt herself somehow. The road was rough, there were many bumps,” He replied earnestly.

“Sergeant you are fool. Anyone can see no bump in the road damaged the female. Also you should well know that I do not send slave girls to deliver my word. Find this James and have him brought to me. I want to know exactly what this beast did to my female,” The Prince ordered.

The prince was one of the three men in that courtyard that was not cowardly. The punisher because he was a great fighter and carried a lethal weapon feared not. Jake because he feared nothing and might well welcome death stood ready to defend himself. The Prince because he knew the assembled host of guards would die for him and thought slaves would cower at his word had no fear. He did not know that Jake would indeed kill all he could before dying if the Prince did not back off from the planned punishment. The Prince did however know Jake’s reputation and it was a good one. There was no record of him ever having been a trouble maker or doing anything out of line.

“It seems fighter that someone has lied to me. For the moment pending further inquiry I will accept your version of events as my Sergeant seems to corroborate your story. However, your insolence can not be allowed no matter your innocence or quilt,” The Prince spat out as he stormed toward the big man.

As Jake tried to make an apology the prince came upon him. Jake was astonished when the much smaller man drove his fist into his stomach. Even though the Prince’s punch was forceful it was hardly a damaging blow to a man like Jake. However, the big fighter was smart enough to fain injury. He bent and staggered a bit as if the blow had caused true discomfort.

“On your knees animal!” The prince command and was instantly obeyed. “You will not ever speak to me in that manner again fighter or I shall see you face far worse than the punishers whip.”

With his head bowed Jake spoke softly, “Forgive my insolence my lord. As a fighter I do not take well to injustice I fear. I only ask that you let me prove myself and my loyalty in your arena.”

“Take this pile of excrement away,” The prince said as he turned toward his naked slaves.

The guards surrounded but would not approach the fighter. Jake stood on his own, thinking that he was lucky to be able to walk. As he turned to return to the fighter’s pens he looked sadly at Kasey. He wondered who it was that had hurt her. It did not make sense that the prince would have done such a thing and then accused his new fighter of the crime. If the Sergeant or one of the other guards had done it he would have lied and put the blame on Jake. It was a puzzle without solution for the fighter as returned his new home. He was allowed to have his bath and was given new clothing. There were fighting leathers and armor a plenty and the arena loomed. Soon he would kill again for his new masters.

 

[RotheAllure]

As soon as the Prince turned toward where Belle, Asha, and Kasey were standing, Belle's hand almost magically disappeared from over her mouth, leaving her nearly gasping for air.

Both Belle and Asha smiled prettily to their Master, but the look on Kasey's face was one of pure disgust. She would not be the pansy to Belle and Asha, even if it meant a beating from the Prince, or even persecution from the other 2 slaves for she speaking her mind, which was the truth of what happened.

It was obvious that the Prince did not like the look on Kasey's face, and he pointed to the ground at his feet. Kasey, who had pushed herself away from both Asha and Belle, quickly obeyed, falling to her knees and crawling to where her Master pointed.

"SPEAK" was all he uttered, his eyes not on her, but on his two favorites just beyond her.

This was not going to be easy for her, she realized, the Prince was so enamoured of his 2 chosen favorites, that more than likely what would come pouring from her mouth would first be denied by Belle, which of course the Prince would believe, and then she herself would face the beating that the Fighter had almost dealt with. She could not help but sneak a sideways glance at the imposing form of the Punisher, a shiver, despite the warmth of the sun, racing through her.

"Master" she began... she was going to tell the entire story, from her taking the Fighter to the stream and why, but decided at the very last moment to only address the bruise aside her face. It was always best to offer as little information as possible, instead of opening up another can of worms, and thus a worse possible punishment.

"I was struck across the face while within your carriage, while you slept. You wish to know who, I name Belle as the one who struck me. You will desire to know why, it was due to the words that I spoke that she found offensive. Please know Master that the words were naught to do with you, and more to do with your preferred slaves."

She stopped there, the Prince had managed to drag his eyes away from the preening and flirting Belle and Asha back down to Kasey. Several of the guards were staring at the brazen girl that knelt before the Prince. Many knew of Belle and Asha's antics, and their favored status, but none dared speak of it, until now.

Kasey could feel his eyes, as well as the burning gaze of the 2 slaves.

"Master.. I did NOT" came Belle's expected disagreement.

"Silence" he pointing to Belle, but still staring at Kasey.

"Explain these words you speak of" he commanded.

"It is simple Master, I told both girls that perhaps my purchase was because you, the Master, desired more intelligent and stimulating company than that of 2 ignorant sluts as they"

The Prince's eyes widened at that.

Kasey waited for the strike she was sure would come. Or the order of punishment. Her breath held, her body trembling.

He had not quite expected such a calm and well spoken answer to his question.

Bella and Asha were seething, staring daggers at the kneeling girl. How dare she speak against them. NO slave spoke against them. A hissing sound slipped from Belle, she obviously having trouble keeping her curse words restrained.

He lifted his gaze to his favored slaves. He said nothing. It was obvious his mind was racing, working, thinking. He was wondering if he had made a grave mistake in his purchase of both the dancer and the fighter. Both had already shown that rare flash of intelligence.

He looked back down at Kasey.

"You will be bathed, scented, and will be sent to the arena this night. I will display both my new aquistions, you will dance for the gathered, and then the new fighter will take on my stable champion. The winner will mate you, before the crowd. THAT will be your punishment for such insolence. The fact that you are marked as you are makes you undesirable to any Free at this moment."

The Prince at least could explain to his Father the King, who would be PISSED the dancer was bruised, that this way she can prove her worth, and entertain, for from a distance the ugly darkness upon the side of her face could easily be hidden from the various creams and such that many free used to enhance beauty. And it was known that fighters would often be more vicious, more brutal, when the reward was sex.

He turned toward Belle and Asha, and together the 3 of them disappeared into the Keep. Whether Belle would be punished was not to be known to either Kasey or anyone else. There was a good chance that she would not.

Kasey was left upon her knees, closing her eyes and shaking for those few seconds. This was the one thing she had wished to avoid, and for her, a punishment worse than any beating.

 

[karnelman]

“It seems you are either the luckiest man ever to bear the tattoo or a piece of arena fodder. I am not yet sure which,” Bedian the blacksmith said as he entered Jake’s room unbidden while the big fighter was still dressing after his delayed bath.

“It seems you are to fight the King’s champion this very evening. It also seems there is a most unusual prize. The new alluring female is to be offered up to the winner to fuck for the amusement of the Prince’s guests,” He continued.

The blacksmith explained that Jake was to be fitted for the finest fighting leathers and armor. He also warned Jake not to kill the King’s champion should he best him. In the mind of the older man the Prince was playing a dangerous game. The King would not be happy to have his favorite fighter killed by the new meat. Nor in all likelihood would he be happy to have lost the huge price paid for Jake so quickly. It would be best for all if Jake won and then asked the King’s permission to show mercy. The King’s favorite would be in Jake’s debt, the King would see the strength of character as well as the physical prowess of his new fighter and the foolish might be spared a bit of his father’s ire. Though Bedian doubted the King would be pleased that his alluring new female was being publicly fucked by the behemoth of a fighter. The blacksmith had already sent he legendary snake and thought the female might well be stretched too far to be of use to the King and his far lesser manhood.

Jake laughed heartily as the blacksmith spoke openly and honestly of these things. He indeed thought he and the older man would be fast friends. He even told Bedian of his distaste for having to fuck the female in the arena. He told him of her unusual kindness and intelligence. The blacksmith warned Jake not to let such feelings make him do something foolish. Jake understood and knew he would mate with Kasey after winning, which neither he nor his new friend thought was in doubt. Once measured, Jake went to the practice area to stretch and prepare while the older man went to work adjusting armor for the big man.

 

[RotheAllure]

The King heard about the events of the trip, and the return back to his Kingdom, but he heard these several hours later. The Prince, of course, had taken both Belle and Asha to his private chambers to question them further on what had happened with the new aquisition. That questioning, as expected, had turned into several hours of recreation for the three of them.

The King was well aware of his son's fascination with the two slaves. While he understood having favorites, he disapproaved of this particular union. But he was extremely pleased with both the purchase of the Fighter, the one Fighter the King truely wished to own, and of the dancer, despite the news of her being bruised. At least a mark such as that healed with no permant marring of the skin.

The idea of her being the reward for the winning Fighter, did not sit well with the King at all. He also did not like the idea of his newest, and expensive purchase being slaughtered, if He lost, so soon after he had bought him.

But, already the news was travelling. Already the bets were being placed. Maybe this would turn profitable, since his arena would take a percentage of the coins bet and the winnings earned.

He had researched this particular fighting slave. This would be quite the match, between Jake and the Champion, aptly named, and already met, Punisher. As stated, He had researched this particular fighting slave, and knew about his *nickname* the snake.

The King was not a stupid man, he had researched the dancer as well.

Dancers were wanted commodities. They were the most alluring, most enticing of slaves, and often generated a great amount of revenue and pride for the owner. Dancers were not virgins, not by a long shot, altho they were not used as often as most slaves, for dancers were again prized and their use often very tightly controlled by their Owners.

She had been spoken of beyond the borders of her past owner. Of her stunning beauty, but moreso, of her erotic dance and her intelligence, quite the arousing combination as far as the King was concerned. Some liked having slaves that were dumb as rocks. He did not. He liked the talk of her feisty nature and sharp mind.

If she were to be taken by the large new Fighter, that would greatly diminish her worth, as both a dancer and as one desired to be used by others.

"send word to my son" The King turning toward the messenger "the new girl's mouth shall be the only offered reward this night. Her sex is to remain reserved until I see fit that she be used."

The messenger nodded and quickly left with the message, to be repeated verbatim to the Prince. Miles was not happy with this decree, until that is he remembered several particularly erotic encounters with Asha and her mouth.

Oral sex could be quite, enjoyable, and quite the site to witness. This may indeed be something to watch, especially given the new Fighter's well endowed attributes, that is IF He won.

He sent word to the slave Trainer

Kasey was to be prepared within the slave baths.

"She is to be taken to the arena at the 8th hour, after the feast. Once the winner is declared, she will be brought and chained in the center. If needed a mouth restraint is to be used" the slave trainer, meaning that her mouth would be bound open using a special gag , the Trainer having been told of the change in plans "but it would be better if one is NOT needed" he levelled his gaze at Kasey.

Only her mouth would be raped this night.

 

[karnelman]

Jake eyed the man he assumed to be his opponent as the two of them were prepared in opposite corners of the staging room. The blacksmith assisted him with his armor as one of the other fighters assisted the Champion. Jake was certain he had seen the man he was to fight before but could not place his face.

“Bedian, do you know the history of my opponent? He seems familiar yet unknown to me,” The fighter whispered as he slipped on the last of his battle gear.

“My friend, that would be the man who was to wield whip this afternoon,” The blacksmith answered.

That explained that Jake thought and gave the brutish man that would have terrified most other man a hard stare of defiance. In truth he held no grudge against the punisher. Even had the whip been employed he still would not have blamed the man that wielded the device. All blame would have been upon the prince and anyone who had falsely accused Jake of the crime.

Already they had heard the roar of the crowd many times. The preliminary battles were nearly complete. Jake’s challenge of the champion and the subsequent taking of the prize were to be the climax of the evening. Jake did not yet know that the King had altered the prize. Though he no more wished to force his cock down Kasey’s throat then he did to forcefully fuck her unwilling cunt, he would have been glad of the change. He knew being taken like that in the arena would not be likely to properly arouse her. If she was not moist between the legs he knew his girth would hurt and likely even cause damage to her. At least he could make a mouth fucking look worse than it was and not cause any damage to the female he considered a friend.

The two fighters were taken down separate corridors. As was tradition they would enter the arena from different portals and meet at the center. As he walked along the corridor he passed the naked females that were chained just out of reach of the fighters. The idea was to stir the males’ passion by causing lust to build within them. The big man could smell the distinct aroma of their sex and knew that they had been made to arouse each other with fingers and tongues. Jake wondered if the champion was as indifferent to the presence of the females as he. One of the guards whispered some vial suggestion as they passed the last female. In the dim light of the corridor she looked alluring, but she was just on of the older ones that few freemen still desired. Fortunately for her, she kept her figure and was still useful to bait the fighters. Otherwise she might well be toiling in the fields or serving the soldiers needs.

They stopped in a spot where the fighter was just out of sight of the crowd. However, he could still see the activity in the arena. A gallant fighter was on the ground; a bear-like beast from some distant land was upon him. Dragging him around by a nearly severed arm. The sands of the arena were already stained crimson in many places. At least two fighter’s bodies and a few of various vicious beasts littered the field of battle. Obviously the match prior to the main event was of a type known as a mixed melee. A group of vicious beasts and a number of the lesser talented fighters entered the ring. The task for the fighters was to be the last standing. The task for the beasts was to prevent any male from leaving the arena. If any could manage it the reward was great, but few such fighters ever prevailed.

Another fighter retrieved a sword from the body of a fallen comrade. Dragging himself along on a broken leg he moved toward the rampaging beast. The nearly crippled fighter struck a blow with the sword behind the head of the beast. Though not dead the fight was gone from the creature. He released his prey and went to cower in the corner. The fighter raised his sword again to strike the helpless man on the ground and looked to the King’s box. Thumbs were turned down and the sword fell severing the head of the fighter’s last opponent. As the arena was cleared of beast and fighter alike, the Prince stood to speak.

“Ladies and gentleman it is again my honor to welcome the guests of my father to the arena. The time has come for the featured match you were promised. The King’s own Champion and Punisher will fight a newcomer for your pleasure. Following that battle you will be treated to a display of the winners prowess with another of the King’s new acquisitions. You are all familiar with our great champion and his reputation. He enters the arena today as the undefeated and undisputed Champion of our realm. He has dispatched hundreds and fighters and vicious beasts to their final reward,” The Prince declared to the approving roar of the crowd.

“Today he is challenged by one whose reputation is legendary. No doubt many of you know the exploits of my Father’s newest fighter, Jake the Snake. I myself saw him dispatch two Calinian cats without a claw or tooth mark to show for it. I saw him defeat a heavily armed fighter while he himself was unarmed and nearly naked,” The Prince exaggerated for effect.

The guard gave him a gentle nudge and Jake stepped into the arena. A loud chorus of boos rained down upon him. It was an odd feeling. He had become accustomed to being the one cheered. The fighters walked to the middle of the sand. They stood ten feet apart as they turned and bowed in respect to the royal box.

“Fighters this is to be a no-limit, no methods barred contest. The last man standing shall have a great reward”

The Prince motioned and Kasey was brought onto a balcony above the Royal box. She was naked and the mostly male crowd roared their pleasure at being treated to the sight of the amazingly beautiful female fully exposed. The Prince looked up and grinned wickedly at her. The King continued to stare down into the arena, sizing up his new fighter and wondering which of his valuable pieces of property was to be lost that evening. Kasey was taken away as the Prince took his seat.

The fighters turned and approached each other. Only fighters knew what was said in pre-battle meetings. It was one of the few secrets the fraternity of male slaves held amongst themselves. On this occasion they wished each other luck even as their eyes conveyed the fire that portended the furry of the battle to come. Both knew that they were kindred spirits. Neither truly wished to end the other’s life. But these things were not a matter of choice for them. One would win, one would die, and that was the way.

They stepped back and each drew a weapon. Forged steel clashed loudly sending sparks flying. The two men engaged in a violent dance which found them traversing the whole of the arena and switching weapons with a kind of grace most would subscribe only to the dancers. Though each landed blows as the contest raged none of them seemed any more damaging then the sting of tiny insect. Sweat dripped from their flesh and soaked their leathers. With each mighty blow droplets of water were flung from their bodies to the sands of the arena. After some time the heat became some oppressive that Jake tore his helmet form his head and tossed it forcefully at his opponent.

The move so surprised the Punisher that he was thrown off guard for but a moment. That moment was enough. The blunt side of Jake’s broadsword crashed upon the surprised fighter’s shoulder sending him sprawling to the sand. Jake was upon him and managed to unarm the big man. He pressed his heavy boot into the big man’s throat, cutting off his air and temporarily paralyzing his opponent. Jake turned to the king as he raised his sword.

“My King, I beg thee hear me,” He called out.

The King nodded and rose hoping the expect plea for mercy was coming.

“Master, my opponent has fought brave and well. Though it is my fortune to now have him at the brink of defeat he doth not deserve this fate any more so than myself. I prey thee to show your mercy and allow me to spare his life so that he may serve you in the future.”

The entire arena was silent. Even though Jake had lessened his pressure on the felled fighter’s neck and allowed him some breath the Champion knew his fate was no longer in battle and did not move.

“Why do you ask this of me, snake? Are you not man enough to spill his blood upon the sands?” The King asked to the roaring approval of the crowd.

It was a game that had to be played out. All knew their parts. Only the King knew the outcome for only he could make the decision. Jake on word from the blacksmith thought he knew the outcome but was still ready to strike if the King ordained it to be so. The crowd likely would prefer blood but they had affection for the champion so it was not his blood they preferred.

“My lord I have the will and will happily drive my sword into his chest if you decree it, however, I only thought to spare the destruction of your valuable property. Tell me he has no more value to you and a river of his blood will flow in these sands,” Jake answered.
The King was impressed with his new fighter. It was evident that he had purchased two intelligent and brave new slaves. He could barely suppress the smile he felt as he turned his thumb up and declared the match to be won by Jake. He wondered if perhaps he shouldn’t breed his new interesting slaves to see what the union might produce. But that was for another day, the reward would be her mouth as planned. He knew well his guests would enjoy seeing her take the rumored large cock of the snake. As the panting body of the punisher was dragged from the arena the King spoke again.

“And now for your reward, snake. You shall have the use of the mouth of one of my most alluring females. Bring her in!” He commanded.

The crowd once again roared. The excitement of the evenings contest and the anticipation of seeing the fabled cock of the snaked fuck the beautiful slaves mouth was intoxicating.

 

[RotheAllure]

As Jake was being prepared for His battle with the Champion, Kasey was being prepared as well, to be the reward for the victorious one.

She was frightened, having seen with her own eyes what happens to females brought within the battle arena, and knowing that either Fighter would be, not only aroused by the fierce battle, but upon knowing, and seeing, what one was battling for. This would not be a pleasant encounter for the female slave, Kasey knew they never were. But she had no choice in the matter, no choice whatsoever.

Subtle, warm, whisps of steam rose from the smooth waters of the slave bath. The heat entwining in the air, teasing and alluring, even just stepping within often dampened the skin with beads of moisture.

Kasey was brought within, stripped naked. She was to be prepared for the battle aftermath. Luckily, and a pleasant surprise for the otherwise frightened slave girl, Amber was allowed to help with the preparations.

"I begged the Trainer and he agree'd " she giggled as she stepped up behind Kasey. Seeing the one slave that had offered a word of friendship to her made Kasey feel at least a little better.

The two of them approached the steaming water. The warmth looked so very inviting and a moment later both girls were emmersed, sighing softly as their bodies relaxed. The sensation was helping Kasey to calm down and accept what would be happening to her, even tho the thought, as chilling as it was, still mulled around inside her mind. She herself had yet to be told of the change in plans, that only her mouth would be raped. That was not something that the slave needed to know.

As this was preparation for a slave to be a battle reward, no others were allowed within the baths, that including the Prince, as well as his favored concubines. This did not sit too well with Belle and Asha, who in truth wanted to terrify Kasey with their vivid stories of the Fighters in this land and their treatment of females. No amount of begging, cajoling, flirting, would budge the Guards, who were acting on both the Slave Trainer, and the King's orders.

Amber drew Kasey into her embrace and began the delicate job of washing the slightly trembling girl. She could not help but notice, and enjoy, the feel of the new slave against her, the tenderness of her curves, the unmarred, smooth skin, breasts that were a bit larger than big man's handful, Amber sliding her own smaller hands around Kasey's front as she leans into her from behind, her own smaller hands slipping up and under those breasts, soapy fingers begin a slow, and quite sensual massage.

Kasey shivered slightly but leaned into Amber, letting a soft, almost hushed moan escape her lips at the sensation. This, Amber took, as the invitation she needed. She let her head lower, nuzzling along the slightly shorter girl's throat, lips gently tickling, teasing as her hands continued to fondle to caress those beautiful breasts.

Kasey found that her nipples were becoming sensative and swelling with aroused heat, heat that Amber was generating within her. This was unexpected, but quite welcome by the newest slave girl. Each trembling breath she took allowed those heavy breasts to sway just a little, a motion that Amber countered by palming her breasts, holding them, squeezing lightly, liking the weight of them in her small hands. Kasey was reacting and not protesting, which for Amber was a good sign. This was how a girl needed to be prepared for what Kasey would be enduring, Amber had yet to be told that the plans had been changed. As far as Amber was concerned, the more aroused Kasey was, the easier this would be in her, and Amber was good at arousing others, both male and female.

Gently, ever so gently, Amber began pinching each tender nipple, feeling them warm to her touch as Kasey squirmed, her eyes fluttering and her head falling back. Amber was rolling the swelling peak between her thumb and forefinger, bringing a passion laced, and what Amber took as an aroused moan, rolling along Kasey's lips. Amber held her tightly against her own body there in the water, lowering her head, nuzzling kissing, her breath hot, and tingling against the side of Kasey's neck, her own soft sounds vibrating along the skin, feeling Kasey tremble.
She almost painfully pinching both Kasey's nipples, feeling the warmth in her fingers as she rolled and pulled at them, enjoying the cry from Kasey as each nipple reddened. "Ahhh yes, I like those sounds, those moans, yessss" she whispered in her ear, her breath teasing and tantalizing, the feeling slithering thru the compliant and now needy Kasey. "feel those nipples respond"

Amber then turned Kasey around, slowly and gently backing the quivering girl until she was trapped between the hard surface of the bathing pool wall, and the soft, curved body of Amber the slave. "shhhhhhhh, just enjoy" Amber whispered as she trailed a fingertip down Kasey's cheek, before once more letting her hands find, and pleasure, those lovely breasts.

Amber smiled at her, a trusting, and heated smile, and before she could react, or even realize what Amber was going to do, that smiling mouth was latched onto her left nipple. Kasey's eyes went wide at the sensation of wet heat that surrounded that now so very tender peak. A gasp slipping from her lips, one hand steadying herself against that wall behind her, her other hand slipping into and thru the long blonde mane of the one suckling her.

Amber cupped Kasey's breasts in her hands, she suckling and biting at that delicious nipple. Kasey was writhing and moaning, and that only seemed to excite Amber all the more. She had begun this with the intention of exciting and arousing the new, pretty slave girl. And she herself was becoming more and more aroused as well, her own pussy, even emmersed in the water of the bath, was dripping wet upon the inside.

At the moment, Kasey was helpless, lost within the now heated and racing sensations that Amber had unleashed inside of her. Just the pressure of Amber's mouth as she suckled at her, Amber clearly enjoying the feeling of that taut nipple in her mouth, brought forth a series of hushed moans from Kasey, she panting, her breathing deepening.

Amber pulled on it with her lips, suckling hard, like a babe trying to feed, moaning around it. Kasey had smaller, yet prominent nipples, that were now peaked and nearly throbbing at the manipulation, the suckling, from Amber.

As she worked one with her mouth, she ran the thumb of her other hand over her other nipple as she nursed from her, getting it more aroused... more.. ready... for her mouth. She pulled from her left, and devoured her right, suckling so hard that she almost left a deep red mark around that nipple. She kneading the breast as she suckled and licked, as if wanting milk from it. The softness of her body pressing into Kasey's as she writhed and whimpered, her nipples burning and aching from Amber's attentions.

Amber slowly slid one hand down between Kasey's spread legs. Her fingers found her sex beneath the warm water.

Amber paused, releasing her nipple and looking at the slave girl. A slow smile spreading across the blonde's face.
She began an slow, deliberate stroking as she relaxed her mouth around that nipple... releasing it and licking with the very tip of her tongue.

Kasey's body slowly began rocking to the motion, her hips moving without the benefit of her mind telling them too. Amber's hand felt so very good. The massaging, caressing, felt exquisite.

Her breathing became somewhat ragged as Amber continued stroking, caressing. Her delicate fingertips finding and arousing her clit. "Ahhhh... now I see what you like" she whispered as she felt Kasey trembling, felt her becoming warmer and wetter, even beneath the water. With her slender middle finger, she circled her clit, watching Kasey's eyes go wide as she reacted with a cry at what the sensation, the pressure was doing to her. Amber only smiled, and let that finger press to that tender swelling clit, knowing full well what Kasey was feeling.

Her finger moved back into the folds of her sex, searching, and locating that still amazingly tight entrance... slowly... deliberately.. she began to push that slender middle finger inside of her. Ever so slowlys he let that finger push within the warmth of Kasey. She was still soooo tight, tight and shuddering, that Amber was amazed, she guessing it were true what they said about dancers not being used as often as most other slaves.

Amber slid that finger out, then guides it back in, deeper this time, back out again and back in as Kasey softly cried out. Amber leans in and meets those moaning lips with her own, a deep kiss ensueing. Kasey was taken a bit by surprise, but quickly embraces the blonde girl, tongues entwining, tasting, curling around one another as each explores the other's mouth, Amber's finger still deeply buried in the silken grasp of Kasey's sex.

"You taste so good" Amber hushed as the kiss broke "I want to taste more" and with that, she coaxes Kasey to sit on the side of the bathing pool wall, her legs still dangling in the water from the knees or so down.

Amber, smiling up at the pretty Kasey, gently opens her with a touch of her fingers. Kasey gasping at the sensation, Amber then lays a hand to Kasey's chest and guides her to lain down upon her back, to lift her hips for Amber, which the slave girl eagerly does. Amber gently opens the folds of her sex, she was soaking wet, glistening droplets moistening the dark pink skin. Amber easily found her clit, swollen, reddened, and her tongue danced out to touch, lick, taste. Kasey's eyes going to the ceiling overhead as she cried out at the erotic sensastion that raced thru her, jolts of electricity that ripped thru every nerve ending. She tensed, shuddered, this was like nothing she had ever felt before and Amber, Amber was in extasy, unable to control herself.... She devoured her.

Kasey was helpless, writhing, as Amber feasted upon her, her tongue now thrusting into her dripping wet sex, wiggling and tasting, licking along the slit, teeth raking her clit. The feelings were exploding thru her lust and pleasure, uncontrollable tremors rippling over her flesh. Kasey found herself rocking to Amber's thirsting mouth, her hips beginning to roll slowly up off the ground, wanting, needing to feel more.

"mmmm yess " Kasey heard Amber groan as she flicked her tongue over that sensative clit, feeling Kasey shudder, hearing her moan. She taking that delicious clit into her lips for a light suckle. Kasey was trembling, quaking, and moaning continuously now, as Amber thrust her slick, slender finger back into that welcoming pussy, manipulating the helpless, writhing, wanton girl, her breath warm over her clit, her sex.

Kasey was crying out now, a sensual, muffled, moaning sound. Amber, lost in her own lust, thrust her tongue inside Kasey, over and over again, at one point lapping at her like a dog in heat, then fucking her first with a finger than her tongue with Kasey writhing in response.

Kasey , at the mercy of the blonde Amber, crying out, moaning, begging for more as Amber took her with her fingers and tongue, waves of pure pleasure crashing over her, making her shudder almost violently upon that floor, Kasey screamed out as she suddenly came, spilling her hot, sweet fluids, a torrent of her own lust, rewarding Amber for her attentions, for her actions. Hungrily Amber lapped at what Kasey fed her, drinking from her, feeding from her orgasm as her body shook.

Within the hour, as Kasey recovered from the near mind numbing orgasm she had thanks to Amber, she was taken, naked, from the bathing chamber and to the arena, where she would be presented to the crowd. The scent of sex clung to her, her arousal still very evident, from the peaked darkness of her nipples, to the glistening wet folds of her bared pussy.

"She is to be taken to the arena at the 8th hour, after the feast. Once the winner is declared, she will be brought and chained in the center. If needed a mouth restraint is to be used" the slave trainer, meaning that her mouth would be bound open using a special gag, the Trainer having been told of the change in plans "but it would be better if one is NOT needed" he levelled his gaze at Kasey.

She could barely nod that she understood before she was lead away, and to the Arena.

Kasey saw the two fighters, the one she knew, Jake, He had said His name was, and the one she actually remembered, the Punishing Slave. But she was not allowed to watch the fight, not that she wanted to. She was drawn back to her knees beside the thrones of the King and the Prince. She could hear the brutal match below, but could not see it. She would not know who would take her mouth until she was dragged out onto the sands. At least it would only be her mouth, she thought as she heard the two Men battle. Even tho that could be as brutal as a full rape.
She was staring at the ground, doing her best to try and stay calm, when the fight ended and the crowd roared. Who had won? Who would be raping her mouth as the others watched?

She was hooded, and taken down to the sands, a chain snaking from her collar, and handed to the winning Fighter.

"Do you wish her to remain hooded ?" the Trainer asked the Figther, a choice that He actually would be allowed to make. Her answer came as the hood was slipped free of her head and she was allowed to look up at the Man, the Fighter that would be taking her mouth.

Her eyes met Jake's, she blinking as she realized that He had won, that He would be doing this to her, before the crowd of people.

Speaking of the crowd, they, at this moment, were dead silent, waiting for Jake the Snake, to reveal, well, to reveal Himself to the helpless slave.

 

[karnelman]

Jake stood in the center of the arena basking in the only true reward a real fighter enjoyed, the adulation of the crowd. Those that had so loudly booed him now cheered him as the merciful victor. He had bested the most skilled fighter most of them had ever seen and yet let the brute live to fight for them again. The crowd though they enjoyed blood truly appreciated this act mercy. The big man’s joy was tempered by the knowledge that he was to publicly rape the intelligent and kind female he would like to call friend. She was the first female he had desired in a very long time, but he did not want her this way.

Kasey was dragged into he arena and the chain holding her given to the victorious fighter. Her hood was removed and their sad eyes met. It was evident to each that neither wanted things to be as they were. The slave trainer ordered the female to her knees and Jake learned that it was her mouth that he would be given. The fighter declined to have her jaw forced opened and the slave trainer retreated. Two others were suddenly at the fighter’s side. He offered no resistance as they began to remove his armor. Though he could have easily killed the two servant slaves with his bare hands, nothing Jake did could stop what was to be. Once finished with the armor they began to strip the big man of his leathers. He realized he was to be laid bare as the female at his feet. The previously silent crowd began to rumble as the exposure of the fabled cock drew closer.

When the servant slaves went to remove the last piece of cloth concealing the snake, the big man shook his head and growled. The other men backed off and Jake himself tore the cloth from his waist. The crowd roared as if he had just spilled the blood of some exotic beast of felled a fighter from an enemy land. He raised his arms as if in triumph and spread his legs slightly to give them a good show. In reality he was mocking them, but he knew he would be well rewarded for his openness in displaying the beast between his legs as the scribes would call it. Using the roar of the crowd to mask his words he spoke to Kasey who was perched unmoving upon the ground.

“My friend, though it pains me I must ask that you help in this thing we must do. If you pleasure and guide me, I will do what I can to ease the unpleasantness for you. I have no wish to use you in this manner, but if these pigs do not get a good show it will be an insult to our master.”

He stepped forward and took the female by the hair. In a showy but not truly violent manner he pulled her face to him and rubbed his still flaccid cock on her face.

“Open your mouth and do what you do to plesuare the master’s, sweet lady. Please, so that this may be done soon,” He whispered sadly as his big cock pressed to her soft cheek.

 

[RotheAllure]

She was not even allowed the use of her hands, those being bound behind her back. This was to truely be a rape of her mouth, at least that was what it was supposed to look like. The crowd, already driven to a near frenzy by the fight, would not settle for a gentle act of compassion amidst the sands. This had to at least look brutal, which both Kasey and Jake seemed to understand.

She swallowed hard, giving Jake the barest of nods to His words, letting Him know that she understood, even if she hated what she was being forced to do. Kasey knew what she was, but none ever said she had to like or enjoy the fact that she was nothing more than an owned animal to be used for the pleasure of men.

He was quite well endowed, a fact that Kasey, amazingly, managed to hide from her face. She did not want the Trainor, nor the Prince, nor even the King, to see that the fact that this Fighter was huge, scared her. Kasey more often than not hid her fear. She did her best to do so this time, from all of them, as well as from Jake.

He wrapping His large hand into her hair, she obliging when He yanked back her head, not offering any resistance, so that force was not really needed. This would be a show of smoke and mirrors. If the crowd even thought that the Fighter was being easy on the girl, more than likely she would be raped by the other fighter, as well as the guards, and He, Jake, would be killed on the spot for not being the brutal animal people thought that He was. This had to be believable, and even tho Jake had tried to promise He would be as gentle with her as He could, Kasey knew this was not going to be all together pleasant.

"Please" she cried out, as if begging for mercy. Her mouth open, gasping, the glide of His now hardening cock felt along her trembling lips. She met His gaze again, her eyes staring deep into His, before she let hers close, resigned to what was about to happen. "I hate being a slave" she managed to whisper, just as Jake's cock, now hardening from the soft touch of her lips, the warm caress of her breath, pushes into her mouth.

Her eyes shoot open at that, lips tigtening upon the width of Him, reacting, trying to close to prevent something as large and long from pushing deeper into her throat. Her mouth's wetness, warm, slick, coating Him, and He is flaccid no longer. She is forced to wrap her mouth around Him, suckling , her tongue cradling Him as He pulls back and thrusts forward, the whole of her form shuddering as she struggles to take Him, the crowd around them roaring their approval.

 

[karnelman]

"I hate being a slave"

It took a minute for the whispered lament to register and when it did he little understood. It made no sense for one to hate their very life. He had once had a dream of a different life. He had wanted the life of his father. He had wanted a wife and a family to love and the pleasure of honest toil on his own land. But those dreams were gone. He was now a slave and fought for the pleasure of others. If one was to be a slave there was nothing to be done about it other than to find whatever pleasures one could in life. If that life were so horrible as to be despised than why would one not end their existence? His query was unspoken and therefore unanswered. His confusion was set aside as he began to feel the pleasure of her soft lips and moist tongue touching his rapidly growing manhood.

He did not want to hurt her and even though her touch aroused him he did not want it to be as it was. But he had no choice. He held her head gently trying to convey his concern for her as he thrust in and out of her mouth. The crowd roared their approval and gasped in awe when his fully erect cock came free of her lips. Applause mixed with vile and crude expressions. Though he much preferred receiving the adulation of the crowd for his prowess in battle, the roar was like a drug to the great fighter. Adrenaline began to flow through his body. He pushed his cock back into her mouth forcing most of it past her alluring lips. He looked up at the crowd and roared as he drew back again. His cock popped out of her mouth again. His large hard shaft smacked her cheek as he turned to survey the roaring crowd.

His eye fell on the royal box. One of the nasty females the Prince seem to favor stood naked at the younger master’s side. The other female was on her knees, he naked ass facing the arena. The Prince was forcing her head into his lap. Though unseen, Jake knew the master’s cock was buried in the female’s throat. Revulsion shot through him and he wanted to bring the show to an end. But that required him to climax and to climax he would have to either truly fuck Kasey’s mouth or convince her to help. Looking back down he spoke to her as he pushed his cock head back into her mouth.

“Please, help me so we can end this. Swirl your tongue around the end of my cock. That will help bring my climax,” He moaned as he grabbed the base of his now throbbing shaft.

 

[RotheAllure]

This Fighter was strange to say the very least, she thought to herself, a breif moment where her mind retreated within itself, the roar of the crowd no longer heard, the steel of the collar about her throat no longer felt, the fact that was was naked, on her knees, about to give head, against her will in reality, to the Male before her, all that was cast aside as she pondered the Big Man before her.

He was very strange.

Most Fighters would need to be restrained to prevent them from raping her outright in a fit of lust. But then again, maybe that was what the Master's both the King and the Prince, wanted, it certainly was what the crowd wanted.

The crowd would have to live with disappointment, at least this time. This very strange Figther did not even want to rape her throat. It seems her kindness had paid off, He was repaying her by trying desperatly to make this as easy on her as He could.

Very strange.

But very welcome.

Drawn back into the here and now, Kasey met His eyes, taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to what she knew had to happen, what she, and He for that matter had to do. Otherwise, if it was even hinted that either were, acting, or rushing, or anything of that sort, both would surely would be killed.

Kasey leaned forward, her soft pink tongue darting out to lick at the head of His massive cock. Silken muscle caressing that smooth surface. She then relaxes her jaw, to allow her mouth to envelope Him as best she could, she quickly learning to breath as He exits her mouth so that when He again filled her throat, she was not choking or suffocating. The whole of her form moved as she suckled Him, her mouth and head moving back and forth, long dark hair swaying with her rhythm, lips tight around Him, brushing over the surface, her tongue cradling the length. Her mouth was soaking wet, and searing hot as she breathed over Him, a moan escaping her, the vibration only accenting what her mouth was doing. She had closed her eyes, concentrating, yet in the midst she opened them once more, wanting to see if indeed He was pleased, pleasured, for that was the key. He had to be made to climax. She had no choice in that.

His cock was dripping now from her saliva, she pausing from nearly swallowing Him to instead graze her tongue down the underside, teasing that nearly throbbing vein beneath, she licking, tasting, before embracing once more. He was not still during this, no, not stilled at all. The Fighter was thrusting forward, and back as she took Him, she establishing the speed, and the depth, as long as both were moving, it looked as if she were taking more than she was. As it was, His cockhead was forcing to the very back of her swallowing throat.

His face, His eyes, and His breathing, betrayed how close He was to climaxing, Kasey letting His cock slip free of her mouth for just a moment, whispering, "let me taste You... Fighter..please"

Only she and He could hear the actual words. The crowd, the Masters, the Guards, all looking on, thought she was begging for mercy.

 

[karnelman]

Despite his not wanting it to be the way it was he was feeling true pleasure for first time in recent memory. The female was treating him as if he was a master, as if she needed to use all her talents to make him happy. But he knew it was more than that. It was more than a slave doing her job as she would just to stay alive. Somehow he felt they had moved passed being a fighter and sex slave, just performing for the pleasure of the crowd. Even the crowd’s cheers no longer mattered to him. Those cheers had been his main pleasure for so long. But now there was something new, something unexpected; a female that gave him pleasure for the joy of it. He looked down as she released his cock and whispered another plea.

let me taste You... Fighter..please"

He knew the crowd’s renewed vigor and the growing crescendo was due to their belief that he was indeed hurting her as he raped her mouth and that she was pleading for his mercy. He also knew he could only give her part of what she asked. He could only give her the first taste. The rest would have to be sprayed on her cheeks so that the crowd could see it drip from her sweet face as he was led away. Fortunately his seed was as large in quantity as compared to others as his cock was in size. He knew she would likely choke if she tried to swallow it all down anyway. Continuing the show, he spoke to further excite the crowd. They were words he did not feel and he hoped she would understand why he said them.

“Be silent, slut! You are my prize to be taken as I and the master’s guests please. Your mouth, like your loins is but a vessel for the pleasure of men,” He roared as he raised his arms and accepted the crescendo of approval from the crowd. Then turning to the King he added, “My lord, shall it be done? Be it your will that I fill your female’s mouth?”

The King, having no choice in light of the lust of his guests, nodded his head in approval. Jake lowered his hands to kasey’s face as if to hold her head while he forcefully fucked her mouth. In reality it was to hide the final deception. With his large hands he could mask the part of his cock that remained free of her lips. She closed her lips around his cock and looked up at the big fighter. Her eyes told him what words could not. He felt she understood. He moved his hips and flexed his strong legs as if he was truly ramming his entire cock into her throat. She again used her tongue to coax his seed forth. Suddenly the moment of climax was upon him. His body jerked and a thick rope of fluid gushed into her mouth. Even in the throws of bliss he maintained the presence to withdraw before a second gush of fluid escaped his body. He grabbed his cock and aimed for her pretty face as he shut his eyes to hide the scene from his mind. Spurt after spurt of his thick seed splattered on her face and began to drip down on her exposed heaving breasts. The crowd again roared their approval. At last the eruption ceased and he let go his still engorged cock. The sight of the fabled snaked now completely free of the sheath of her mouth caused the stunned crowd to fall silent. The big fighter stood head down, over his friend with his eyes closed knowing he was being raped by the eyes of the crowd even as his own shame in taking the beautiful kind female nearly overwhelmed him. He did not want to look upon her face. He did not want to see his pretty friend covered in his seed. Of course neither could move until commanded to do so. It was a command that felt like it was an eternity in coming. The King could not cut short his guests pleasure even to end a scene that he himself was finding increasingly disturbing.

Finally, the King raised his hand and two handlers approached Jake with a robe. He shoved them aside and turned to walk toward the exit portal. He marched purposely from the arena his body naked, bared to the eyes of the crowd. He knew that was how she would be taken from the sands and he felt he deserved no better. Though in reality he knew he got far better than she. He was allowed to walk tall and to the crowd’s eyes proudly from the field as the victor. She would at best be dragged from the sands. But likely before being taken away she would be paraded around so the vial pigs could salivate over her beautiful nude body and the sight of his thick seed dripping from her sweet face.