Srp - Gor

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla blushes furiously. She believes her entire body must have changed color as he spoke.

How was he able to do this?? How did he know exactly how she felt? What she needed?

She kept her eyes lowered embarrassed at how the pain had made her feel. She had desired it. It had brought such an incredible new and exciting element to just merely fucking. Her body trembled in response to the truth of his words.

"Do you remember? Can you feel it? Isn't that how it felt to you? And when I allowed you to cum didn't the pain that had become such deep pleasure make it the most intense and glorious orgasm you've ever had my slave?"


She peered up through the long sweep of her eyelashes as she thought upon his answer. Her voice lost momentarily, almost afraid to answer. Knowing that if she did, an entire new world would be opened to her. Did she dare venture into that realm of darkness? Did she want to? How much more of herself was she willing to lose??

Myla paused in her thoughts, knowing that if she lost anything it would be nothing compared to what she would gain. Perfect submission, perhaps? If there is truly such a thing. She inclines her head, her body rocking back into the grip of his hand upon her welted ass.

"Yes, Master. I remember it. I can still feelt it. It was the perfect culmination for me, Master, the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced. The pleasure and the pain. I need it. I need you to give it to me."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"In time my slave. In time. For now rest for a short time before I send you to Storm to begin your training. You will work hard slave. You will learn my language fast as no one but me will speak Urth to you.
"Now slave rest with your Master's cock in your mouth to suckle and give you ease and rest."

As you move to obey I begin to mentally map out your training program.

An hour of dance a day, an hour of stretching and flexibilty exercises a day, 4 fours of chore work, of the most menial and humiliating kind like cleaning and washing the floor of the tarn cot, around the compound, an hour to training in various methods and ways of serving food and drink and in the evening after supper an hour or more with me to explore the depth of your appreciation and need for pain and seeing how high it takes your pleasure levels.

However, first and foremost, when I've decided your rest time is over you will be collared to show your Master and branded so all will for all time know you are a slave.

My hand's been idily stroking your hair as I've been thinking. Now looking down at you laying between my legs with your head resting on my thigh and my cock resting within your mouth I smile to myself and wonder if you will be worth keeping so you can assist in the training of other Urth slaves I may aquire.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla was grateful for his words. She needed to rest her sex spent body. She was still smarting from the welts lashed upon her but they were simmering to a low, delicious burn. Just enough to remind her they were present. She wouldn't forget them and the reason for their presence.

She slid down the length of his marvelous, muscle etched form. Her fingers trailing along the angles of his body as she rested her head upon his thigh. Her dark hair fans out over his strong thigh, creating a silky covering upon his leg. Slowly her mouth opens, her tongue curling, drawing his cock into the hold of her lips. She suckles tenderly, her tongue sweeping back and forth over the tip. Slowly, Myla's eyes fall shut and she settles into dreamland while cradling her Master's cock within her mouth.

Myla's mind begins to create images within the dream realm as she breathes deeply. Suddenly she is upon Earth once again, with Josh. Josh...Josh..oddly enough Myla seems to have push him from her mind, only vaguely recalling him. She focuses upon the dream and watches as the images play.

Josh beckons Myla to a bed and she follows. While there they proceed to make love, but what Myla notices is his inattentiveness to her. He takes..takes..takes, but gives so little in return. Myla doesn't even orgasm in the dream. She's left lying upon the bed still wanting, craving fullfillment as he rolls from her and disappears into thin air, like so many of her past lovers.

Myla feels an emptiness within herself as the dream continues. She is cast into darkness, only to hear the erotic sounds of screams and slaps upon bare flesh surround her. She hears a booming voice ordering the girl to perform for her Master. Myla shivers deep within as she recognizes the voice of her Master. Not daring to even move within her dream. She listens to him the sounds echoing upon the wall as he gives the girl her pleasure.

Myla settles into the visions permeating her mind at rest. She watches her Master as he uses the whip upon the girl, marking her with beautiful, red kisses from the tool. Myla cant help but feel envious her. She wanted him. Myla wanted to serve as his slut. She wanted to be the sole receiver of his actions.

This realization snaps her awake. Her eyes blinking rapidly as she tries to figure out how long she has been asleep. Her mouth having slipped away from him. She whispers softly, "Master?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

I sat still watching you as you slipped into sleep while gently suckling my cock as a newborn baby would it's mother's nipple. The sight was both relaxing and very sensual, erotic in a very soft and gentle way.

The way your hair spread across my tanned thigh added to the picture and I decided that one of your first lessons would be the use of your hair to tease, arouse and pleasure a Master. It would be a very revealing lesson to you, I thought, as I suspected that is was something you'd never considered let alone done.

As you slept you moved restlessly and when you shook your head 'no' my cock slipped from between your lips to lay, shining with your saliva, on my belly.

As you dream, the negative head shaking stops. You utter low moans and little whimpers and your hips begin to move as if seeking something, something to give you fulfillment perhaps, something to fill you maybe.

You awaken with a little jerk and your eyes pop open. A moment or two and you softly whisper, "Master...?"

A hard and calloused hand strokes your soft cheek as I look down at my slave in all of her naked glory before I reply, just as quietly,"Yes slave?"

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla takes comfort in his voice. She wonders if she genuinely is comforted by it or is it because he is now her only connection in this strange world. Her mind races with these thoughts and more. She begins to question what she has done. Beginning with giving in to this man, letting him use her sexually merely because she was in heat. But he had created that heat in her, so it was his. Myla shook her head as she tried to sort out her thoughts.

She slathers a little kiss upon his cock, thinking perhaps she could actually live this way. Maybe it isn't worth trying to escape back to the rather mundane existence she had before. Just maybe this is where she needs to be. With him, under his hand, his guidance, his control. She shivers with the wonderful thought. Her head rests upon his thigh gently, eyes wide gazing to him again.

Speaking softly, Myla asks, "Can you call me by my name...Myla? How did you come to this place?"

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"You had a name. Now you have none until a Master, in your present case me, chooses to give you one. Now you are 'slave' and nothing more.
"Please me in all ways, always and perhaps I will give you that name. Perhaps slave.
"Are you rested now slave? It's about time for you to move and begin the training I've decided upon for you." My hand still strokes your cheek, your hair as I was talking and now while I wait your reply.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

As he speaks, Myla's brow furrows with the realization that she could quite possibly be given or sold to someone else. She had to stay here. She had to make sure that he didn't let her go. She couldn't bear to be cast out into this strange world to another now. She trembled with a growing fear.

"Please me in all ways, always and perhaps I will give you that name. Perhaps slave.

Her heart leaps as he utters those words. So he is considering her. She must make him decide. In that very moment, Myla decides she will do whatever...whatever she has to do to remain with him.

"Are you rested now slave? It's about time for you to move and begin the training I've decided upon for you."

Eagerly, she rests her eyes upon him. Her need to please him glossing over the bright orbs.

"Yes, Master. I'm ready to begin."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

"Then up slave."

As you obey I say quietly to you, "You will soon learn to move far more gracefully than you have had to before. Gracefully and sensuously so a Master's eyes are drawn to you and your movements may, you'll hope, be found pleasing and arousing."

I rise, pull on my leathers, rearm myself and, gripping your hair, lead you out of my rooms. We walk around the tower and down, down, down until I stop before a large, heavy wooden door banded in iron.

The guard stationed there and I speak briefly. His eyes rove over your obviously freshly used and newly welted naked body as we're talking and it's very obvious from his expression he's well aware of what you've been doing, with whom and that he too would enjoy using you for his pleasure.

Our conversation over he opens the door. From inside you hear moans, whimpers and an occasional scream of pain or distress.

You're led in by your hair and see many slaves about, most in the very brief slave toga or in just the colored loin cloths to denote the type of slave that they are. You're led along walkways as I look around inspecting the cages that contain many naked slaves, mostly women although there is an occasional male in one of the cages. The males are generally shackled so they can't reach the sides of the cage.

"These are new slaves to my compound. They will be here until they have been listed, their papers completed by the scribes and their needs make them well aware of things that can occur if they don't please always.
"Since you are an Urth barbarian and because you've been pleasing, I think I'll keep you where I can watch you when you aren't training, but remember what you're seeing. Punishments come in many ways and not all are physically painful slave."

As we leave this room for another you realize that the females are all bound in such a way that they can't touch themselves at all. You also realize that most of those bound that way show signs of arousal and need and all are kneeling, displaying themselves to me and seem to be pleading and begging as I lead you past their cages.

The next room contains what seems to be a heavy wooden frame work. You're brought to it, placed as I wish and then all of the belts are buckled and fastened tightly completely immobilizing you. The only part of your body that can move is your head.

You watch as I walk to a brasier full of hot coals and remove an iron. The end glows red hot and as I turn you see that it's in the shape of a flower, perhaps one just opening. Without a word and before you can truly react my arm moves and the hot iron touches your upper thigh just below the crease where leg joins body. It's held there briefly then removed.

The smell of burned flesh assails your nostrils as the pain finally hits you as does the realization that you've just been branded.

The iron is returned to the coals and used to stir them until it now glows white hot and then it's set aside to cool.

When your screams have become moans of pain I say quietly, "Now you are marked as a slave for all to see. Now you are truly a marked and branded slave.
"Now,"I say as I begin to release you from the branding frame, "it is time for you to be given your house collar. It will show what type of slave you are by it's color and who Owns you."

You're led back through the room of cages and upstairs again. Outside and over to the training area of the compound. A slave fits you with a red enameled collar bearing a tag noting you are owned by "The House of Rafe". I explain the color, red telling all that you are a pleasure slave, and what it denotes and what the tag says as I take you to another room.

Here the first thing you see are many naked women. All of them are lovely. Some are tall and others short. Some are fair skinned and others tanned. There's even two with skin so dark, so black that it seems to have a bluish cast or glow.

All of them are kneeling as I taught you to kneel. All of them are naked and all of them are intently listening to the woman standing in front them speaking.

This woman is the most impressive one in the room. She's several inches taller than you and her figure, under the slave tunic is something to behold. You'd imagine her breasts have to be a DD cup size, her waist narrows to perhaps 25 or 26 inches you guess before her hips flare out to compliment the rest of her. Her hair is a lustrous dark red and reaches to her ass. Her green eyes flash with pleasure as she sees me before she lowers them submissively.

When I enter the room she immediately, and very erotically lowers herself to her knees. Her knees are so widely spread that you think she'd find it difficult to maintain her balance. The short tunic is not long enough, in this position, to cover her crotch and you can see her shaven lips and wet, pink slit. She's sitting on her heels and moves her hands to her buttocks pulling her shoulders back as well as her elbows until they touch behind her back. Her breasts are thrust far out in this position and her large, hard nipples clearly ‘tent' the fabric of the tunic.

She lowers her head and says very softly in Gorean, "Tal Master. How may your slave serve you? What may your slave do to bring and give you pleasure Master?"

I explain to her that you're the new Urth barbarian and I what I wish to be your training to be. I make it clear that you are to be given the most demeaning and humiliating tasks as your household chores until I've said otherwise and that you are to be drilled in Gorean until you can speak the language at least reasonably well. Also, if you rebel, I am to be immediately notified and I, personally, will choose or handle the punishment you receive. Also at the end of the training day you are to be brought to me leashed and on all fours.

To you I say, "This is Storm. She is also a pleasure slave as you can see by her collar and tunic color, but she is also my head trainer. Her words as much law as mine. You will obey her in all ways slave. I've told her that if you require punishment I'm to be told. Then I will either choose it or I will deliver it.
"Obey her and don't cause me to have to punish you slave."

To Storm, "Have her bathed and then confine today's lessons to graceful movement, flexibility training and Gorean drills."

My hand grips your hair and pulls your head back so I can look into your eyes. We stand that way for a time as silence reigns around us before I speak, "Do well slave. Mine always are expected to excell."

Your hair is released, your given a little push into the room and I leave you.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

"This is Storm. She is also a pleasure slave as you can see by her collar and tunic color, but she is also my head trainer. Her words as much law as mine. You will obey her in all ways slave. I've told her that if you require punishment I'm to be told. Then I will either choose it or I will deliver it.
"Obey her and don't cause me to have to punish you slave."

Myla's eyes rolled over the woman. The flaming crimson crown upon her head and the stunning green orbs that watched her in return. She was quite a beauty, Myla deducted. Why did He seem so taken with her? She was obviously beautiful, she was well mannered, and she did spread her legs wide enough when she knelt. Myla's rounded shoulders shrugged a bit as she simmered in the swell of envy and jealousy.

Her palm pressed over the still fresh brand upon her thigh, the pain of the touch causes her to whimper softly. The mark raw, but nearly making it official, her new status in life. Myla lifts her palm and just touches her fingertip to it, trying to get used to the idea of being a slave. Without warning, he hand yanks her head back. His strong fingers wound into the dark tresses sending firey pulses of pain as the roots stretch. Her eyes rest upon his, mesmerized by the sheer power, his dominance within them.

"Do well slave. Mine always are expected to excell."

And then he left her.

Myla darted towards the door as it closed."No! Don't leave me! Please!" she cries out to the sealed door before her. Slowly, Myla turns and faces the woman behind her. Scowling softly, she speaks a bit angrily, "When will he return?"

"When he is ready to come for you."

Myla nods her head unsure of what the answer could mean. Would it be hours, days, weeks?? What if he never returned for her? Her eyes cast over with a hint of panic. She considered hurting the smug whore before her.

Storm motions to two of the girls kneeling, "Take her to be bathed. Careful of her brand, sisters."

The two girls quickly rise and move next to Myla taking her arms into theirs and leading her off to a small room. The room is euipped with a large basin, various creams and soaps, baskets of wash clothes and towels litter the area. Quickly, they set to work, filling the basin with warm water halfway, neither one of them speak to Myla as they help her into the water.

"Where are you from?" Myla asks curiously as she stands in the basin. Water is poured over her body, and the two girls begin to simultaneously scrub her.

Neither respond to her question.

Myla wonders if they can even hear. She sighs softly as the washing cloths pass between her legs, wiping away the juices of her earlier play. One girl stood, dousing Myla's head with water, causing her to start laughing. TO her amusement, so did the girls. She was lathered and rinsed quickly.

Myla sighed contently as they continued fulfilling their orders. They helped her from the bath and begin to dry her with plush towels, leaving not a drop of water upon her. Her hair was pulled up into a tight twist upon her head for the time being. Both pairs of hands smoothed a light vanilla rose scented cream upon her. IT illuminated her body, plus give her a wonderful scent.

Myla felt like a new person. Freshly scrubbed and oiled, she was returned to the others. She nearly felt as beautiful as Storm.
Myla smirked quite smugly as her hair was let loose. It feel in a luxurious silk sheet from her head to the middle of her waist.

"You are ready to begin." Storm said, paying no attention to the little envious behaviors by Myla. She knew the urth girl would be rid of all those intentions soon.

"If I tell you no...what shall happen?" Myla arches her eyebrow, gazing boldly at the trainer.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Storm:

SMACK!* There is no pause, no hesitation and no warning. Storm's hand strikes with the swiftness of a snake and the strength of a hunting cat.

Your head is driven sideways and around and you stagger to the side, the side of your face filled with heat and fire.

You cry out in shock and surprise as you regain your balance and, as you turn, *Thwack!* the slave whip in Storm's hand strikes across your already welted ass cheeks.

Both of your hands move. One to your face and the other to your freshly lashed ass as you cry out.

"That is a small sample. I speak you obey. Did you not hear Master. My word is as his.
"Now slave you will take your place with the rest of the slaves in training. . . or shall we continue to 'dance'," she asks, as her arm draws back again and the slave whip moves back ready to strike again.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla didn't know if she was more shocked than afraid. Shaking her head, she decided against fear. She didn't fear this girl. She had struck Myla's face. The burning rage swelled within her body. Suddenly a death wish played within her mind, just as the sting of the whip rang out upon Myla's welted tight ass.

"Ohhhh..gawddddddd...Noooooo..."

Myla's body twists trying to move away from Storm's whip. She doesn't desire any more of the brief punishment. Though she doesn't forget what she wishes to do to her. Her mind continuing to throb with thoughts of payback.

"That is a small sample. I speak you obey. Did you not hear Master. My word is as his.
"Now slave you will take your place with the rest of the slaves in training. . . or shall we continue to 'dance',"

Myla places a little smile upon her lips, despite the simmering of her face and ass.

"Perhaps another time...Storm...and we just may dance."

Myla lowers herself into a gentle kneel. Her seek thighs sliding wide apart, opening the treasures of her body. Her gaze fiercely resting upon Storm.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Storm:

"Your choice was a wise one slave. I've killed better sluts than you in the arena.
"However, to be sure you have no doubts about how it would have turned out I'll ask Master if he would allow you and I to give the Compound a little show, when you can speak Gorean that is.
"So study hard little slave, study hard."

Storm then begins to lead you and the other new slaves in one of the most grueling sessions of exercises you've ever experienced or heard of. It includes everything from crunches to pushups, to stretching and much, much more. At the end there's even a run you guess is 5 miles long.

Three of the slaves don't complete the run and are 'herded' back by guards. Every so often the slave whip spurs them on so they don't just stroll back.

Upon your return to the Compound all are taken to a huge pool, with water flowing from the wall in a waterfall, to swim laps until they can't swim another and have to be pulled to the side the pool.

The session over all are massaged to work out any cramps, each is given the appropriate colored loin cloth and all but you scurry off to their duties.

You are escorted by Storm to the Tarn cot. When she opens the door you see roost after roost with one of those Gigantic eagle looking birds chained to it. They greet you with screams and a look that says, "Foood.".

Storm pushes you inside, shows you where the shovel, broom, scrub brushes and bucket are located.

"Clean slave. The floor will be spotless when you've finished then you will restraw it. The guard outside will summon a guide for you when you're ready for the straw.
"Know Master values his Tarns very highly. If he inspects and finds the floor less than spotless under the fresh straw you will suffer for it slave."

Finished speaking she turns on her heel and walks out the door, but turns just before closing it."By the way slave, stay out of their reach. You'd be a snack for any of them."

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Just as Storm leaves, Myla turns around, knowing that she has to be kidding. There is no way she is going to remain within this place...with those..those...things! Hell, they looked like they were going to eat her already!!

Myla looks at the closed door, seriously considering screaming until someone comes to get her. Slowly, her eyes pull back to the gigantic birds. A shiver rushes through her body. Carefully, she steps towards the arranged items for her to clean. She doesn't make any sudden movements, trying not to frighten them too much. They peer at her through their glassy eyes as she grabs a broom.

Both hand gripping the handle of the broom in a near death grip, her fear pounding within her body. Her head throbs with a deep ache as she sweeps, brushing the debris into a pile. She calms a little as the bird looks away from her for a moment.

Myla speaks softly, "You aren't so bad. At least not at the moment." She lowers herself and sweeps up the debris into a pan and dumping it in what looks like a trash receptacle. She turns back towards the animal, feeling a bit more confident. Humming softly, she grabs the shovel, thinking to herself,

This will be very simple.
Myla turns and begins to shovel the straw near the animal, padding the ground beneath it's coarse feet and sharp claws. Turning to the side, Myla concentrates on her work and without warning the bird turns quickly, hitting Myla with one of it's powerful wings, sending her sprawling to the floor.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhh....FUCKkkkkkkkkkk!
She screams in her earth language. She scrambles against the floor, trying to get away from the bird trying to launch itself at her, trying to snap Myla's legs in half.

Curling agains the wall in the corner, Myla begins to shake without warning. The animal pulling at it's binding, it's beak snapping at her. She looks down at her body, feeling nothing permanent. Her body aching with the soreness as she cringes in the corner at the sudden leap at her from the animal.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

OOC:

There isn't one of them in there with you slave, there are half a dozen. Each has it's own perch and each is out of reach of the others. The perchs are arranged around the circular cote and up the walls. The higher ones are reached via stairs along the walls that connect from the floor to the highest ones.

Have fun. *L

I wonder if Rafe will come and check on your and the job your supposed to be doing.

IC: You estimate 30-45 minutes has passed and no one has come to check on you or see if your alive or dead.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla grabs her head as she gets up. She feels the slight dizziness from the blow and leans back against the wall. Her gaze lifted upwards, travelling over the great birds within the tarn cot. Her body begins to shake, this time out of fear. She had no intention on performing this task when she could be plucked and torn apart by these creatures.

Turning towards the door through which Storm exited, she tried to open it.

It was locked.

Furiously, she began to search for alternate ways out. There had to be someway. She was becoming mroe and more irritated by the moment. Not believing that damn wench had locked her in here. Who did she think she was? Myla growled low to herself, vowing to get her one day.

You fucking bitch!!!!!!!!!! Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Again she screamed, disturbing the birds with her yell. They all began to caw and rustle their feathers as they sat upon their perches. Their beady eyes raced over her as she stood still against the wall, reminding herself not to move, not to yell anymore.

Myla looked at the stairs. Maybe there was an exit along them? But then that would put her closer to the animals. Was it worth it?

Slowly Myla rose from the wall and made her way to the stairs, taking one at a time. She looked ahead of her trying to find another way out. She whimpered as the birds watched her eagerly still.

Ohhh..Master..please save me from this place that girl has put me.
Myla whishes he would come, but then again, she knows he would be very upset and more than likely she would be punished. Her eyes fill with tears as she thinks of the slave goad, reliving the electirc shock that was administered to her before. Her teeth begin to chatter as she lifts up a broom atop a small landing near the stairs.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Rafe:

I stand watching you through the spy hole into the cot. As you pick up the broom and begin to clean as instructed I smile to myself and wonder how long a task that would take a Gorean slave an hour or so will take you.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla doesn't believe she's been a pissed as she is right now. She had been cleaning this hell hole for hours. No one had checked on her. No one had bothered to bring her anything to eat, drink. It was if she had been forgotten about! She growled deeply under her breath as she climbed down the stairs from the various cleaned cots. She was on the verge of exhaustion. At any moment, she felt as though she would collapse.

She stood by the door, looking over the tarn cot. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was immense. It had to be to house the enormous, death birds. They had watched her at every moment as she cleaned their places. It seemed at moments as if they were just waiting to pluck her up and devour her for a meal.

Shaking her head softly, Myla turns against the door and knocks on it weakly.

Hello???? ANYONE!?!?!?
She yells, waiting for someone to come for her, she slips down to the floor, sitting quietly as she takes to control her impatience.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

Just as your mostly bare ass settles on the fresh straw you've strewn about the floor of the cot the door opens.

Master stands there looking down at you, then I glance around to make a quick judgement before the inspection to come. My eyes move back to you again to see if you've assumed the proper position when in the presence of a Master or Mistress.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla scrambles back as he suddenly appears, scaring the hell out of her. Her eyes catch the piercing gaze of his as she stares at him. Her heart rockets within her chest.

I did something wrong! What is it?? Ohhh..gawddd...
Her mind blares with thoughts, unable to figure out what it is. Desperately, she delves deeper into her thoughts, finally happening upon the very basics of what she should be doing for him.

Slowly, she moves her body, her shapely legs bending as she settles into a kneel. Her rounded, marked ass cheeks settling upon her heels as she flares her knees out to the sides, embarrassingly wide, exposing the silken wet folds of her steaming pussy. She rests her hands upon her thighs with the arching of her back, thrusting forth her heavy breasts. Her lips tremble as she tries to find her voice. Almond shaped orbs resting downwards, afraid to look to Him as she is sure He will view her in disappointment.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

I watch the thoughts flicking across your face and you wonder what's wrong or what to do. Then the light seems to go on in your eyes and you begin to move eventually settling into a slave's kneeling position.

I watch and appraise your position before moving and speaking.
Walking past you my hand caresses your head and hair as I say quietly, "Well done slave. In the future be waiting in the proper position to avoid a punishment.
"Now let's see how good a job you've done."

I walk around slowing inspecting seemingly everything. A time or two I call your attention to minor things missed and tell you next time they will be atteneded to properly 'or else'.

Returning to your side my hand grips your long hair and pulling gently lets you know it's time to rise. Once you're on your feet I turn to the door again saying, "Heel slave. It's time to reward your efforts with food and drink before you're given your next task."

You're conducted to a huge room with rows of low tables. A slave is working just inside of the door as we enter, "Slave, a bowl of fruit, watered wine for this slave and bring me a mug of chilled wine. Now."

"Yes Master. Immediately," she says before scurrying through a door.

"Kneel slave." As you obey, I continue, "you're food is coming. While we wait know you're efforts pleased me as you had to be very afraid, and rightly fully so, of the tarns.
"I have another task for you that will consume the rest of this afternoon. You'll find it disagreeable, but you will do it at least as well as you did the job just finished.
"Remember, Mine always excell... in everything. I will accept no less."

The slave returns bearing a tray. She sets in on an adjoining table, kneels and serves me my wine with a seductive smile and then sets your fruit and drink before you.

I dismiss her and sip my drink as I watch you eat and await any questions you may have.

Now as we speak more and more Gorean is being interjected into the conversation to force you to learn the language.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla can't ever remember being so ravenous or so hot. Ever since he had returned, it seemed as if her body was pulsing continuously for his touch.

What had he done to her??

As the girl returns with her food, Myla instantly begins to eat. Both hands cradling the delectable fruit. She swears this is the best fruit she has ever tasted, but it was perhaps the hunger talking. Pausing she scoops up the bowl of watered wine in her hands, bringing it to her lips, taking small gulps and little laps at the refreshing liquid.

Her eyes widen as she whispers softly, "Thank you, Master. I was very, very hungry."

"Yes, slave, I see that you were!" his glorious voice rings out,"Any questions, girl?"

She rests the bowl do back before her kneeling form. Her eyes draw upon him. She can't help but stare at the man who has taken command of her body. She feels uncontrolled within his presence.

"I'm never going home...am I?" she asks outright.

"No."

"Am I to be yours?" her voice lowers almost shyly as she trembles at the question she didn't really didn't want to ask, but she didn't desire to leave him.

 

[PhoenixPrime]

Rafe:

"For now you are for my exclusive use slut, unless I choose to include another or others.
"Whether you remain mine and for how long will depend completely on you slave."

"Have you finished eating yet? You have another task to complete before your work day is finished."

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla nearly leaps for joy as he says she's his, she chooses to ignore the "...unless I choose to include another or others." The thought of herself being with another man made her wary. She didn't know what to expect of other men here. She didn't know if they were like him, her Master or if they were like the men back at home.

Myla took a few more licks of the watered wine. Her mouth supping like a hungry little kitten. She lifts her head, her lips wet with the liquid. She feels better than she has since he last made her cum. A slow grin creases her lips as she looks at to him through her eyelashes.

"I'm ready, Master."

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Rafe:

As I rise to my feet, my hand reaches out to claim a handful of your hair. "Up slave. Time for your next job."

Your hair is used to lead you from the slave's dining area and through the compound again. Past the stables, past those working outside and through a doorway into one of the ground floor room divorced from the main part of the compound.

Inside are two other slaves. Both are fully naked kneeling and working. My hand removes the sash holding your loin cloth so now you too are naked.

The slave's are scrubbing and polishing chamber pots very efficently and well. There is a running water source that empties into a depression and drain in the floor.

Your hair is released and my hand cups your jaw to turn you toward me. "They too are new slaves here. They are Gorean. All new slaves get the, ummm, not good tasks. You will join them now and you will work hard slave, or else."

Still holding you in place facing me I turn to look at them and speak in Gorean. "Teach her. You will not give her more than a fair share but you will be certain she does her share and that she does it well. If not you will answer to me personally."

Turning back to you, "Now slave kneel, kiss Master's feet and get to work. They all must be spotless and shine before your tasks are over for today.
"When they are ask to be shown where to wash, to eat and then to be brought to me where ever I may be in the compound. Tell who you ask it's my wish."

Your jaw is released and both nipples are given a pinch and twist. Then I wait for you to obey before going on about my business.

 

[spiritual_love]

Myla

Myla listened attentively to him. She was so glad to be out of the clutches of that evil wicked one, Storm and delivered into his hands again. She didn't care if he did treat her as if she were a slave. Then again, that's what she was now.

He had removed the sash holding the bit of clothing she was allowed on. Being completely naked gave her an odd sense of freedom. She loved it, basked it in. She wanted to feel the admiration of others as they looked upon her exquisite perfectness as so many had envied her for on Earth.

As he directs her towards the other girls, Myla watches them attending their tasks dutifully. When he speaks, they listen with the utmost attention. It makes her wonderful if he has sampled their womanly treats as well. The thought almost makes her livid.

His low growling wonderous voice calls to them in the foreign language. Myla has begun to pick up certain words as she continues to be spoken in it from time to time. She kn ows he desires her to learn it. She supposes it will be necessary if he ever decides to be rid of her. Myla feels her stomach churn uncomfortably at that thought.

"Now slave kneel, kiss Master's feet and get to work. They all must be spotless and shine before your tasks are over for today.
"When they are ask to be shown where to wash, to eat and then to be brought to me where ever I may be in the compound. Tell who you ask it's my wish."

His word sent a fright through Myla. Kiss his feet!?! Certainly he couldn't mean that. Myla's eyes explored his hardening ones.

"You are taking to long to act, slave. I do not ask twice."
He speaks calmly, though his voice does have a hint of an anger trickling about the edges.

Myla slowly draws her bare body down before him. Her limbs gracefully folding into aperfect kneel before her new Master. Slowly, she flares her curved thighs out to the sides, opening up the sweet little fuckhole of her body. Her honeyed lips part, allowing him or anyone that may care to look a glimpse of her dampened sex slit. Her body blushes deeply with this simple exposure as she is unable to feel natural in it yet. Gently she lowers her head, holding her hair back from her face with one hand. She presses her lips upon his foot in the softness of kisses. Before she can lift back up, she feels his strong hand at the nape of her neck holding her down.

"Your tongue. Use it."

Myla eyes close tightly. How could she deny him without being punished. She didn't want to displease him. She didn't want to be tortured by the goad again. Quivering as her lips parted, her pink tongue painted a streak of her warm saliva over the leather of his footwear. Ending the little lick with a kiss, he allows her to lift back upwards.

Myla sighs deeply as she watches after him, before turning towards the pots and other dinnerware that the girls have placed aside. Not bothering to rise, Myla crawls next to their diligently working forms, quietly joining in. Mimicking their motions as she listens to the foreign chatter, trying to understand while she performs her set task.