The Slave Barge very rarely docked at a port to do business. Instead clients would meet the barge at a specified set of coordinates. The Slave Barge’s clients were all independently wealthy and many owned their own personal yachts. Today the Slave Barge was meeting with a valued Russian customer, whose crazy sadistic sex drive meant he was a frequent buyer.
Amanda was the slave he was buying, of course now she was known simply as Fuckbitch, the Russian named all his slaves that. She’d been a waitress at a restaurant in London a few weeks ago, that’s where she’d caught the Russian’s eye. After arranging her abduction, the Slave Barge set about training her.
Normally a slave is subjected to a seven day regime of spankings, whippings, and painful forced sex to break their spirit. But the Russian was very particular about his slaves; he wanted them in pristine condition. No bruises, cuts or scars of any kind. He also preferred that he be the first to force his cock into their holes.
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Which left only one option for training Amanda by De Haro
She sucked the slave’s clitoris in between her front teeth by Damian
Roman Decacence
On this occasion the guests were trying to make a slave piss herself. This was kept secret from the slave so that she didn’t cheat. There were ten guests and they each had three blows with a flogging instrument. Most of them chose a whip or a riding crop, but there were also bamboo canes and a bundle of birch twigs.
The rules were simple: if the slave didn’t wet herself, the guests tried to make her cum.
“Take that, bitch!” a man shouted, bringing his long flogger down onto the girl’s naked buttocks, breasts and thighs.
SLAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
They all flogged her but she didn’t piss herself. The last guest was a woman who flogged her with birch twigs, very hard.
“NOOO! PLEEEASE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
But she still didn’t piss. Marcus explained that in the second round all guests would have the same time, measured by a small hour glass, to lick her vulva. The slave fought against the tongues at first, but she ended up started swaying gently from side to side and moaning softly.
The Cobra poured olive oil onto his cock and pushed it deep into Domina Rufia’s vagina by Mr Kane
GQS – The curse of Isthar
“If you want to know the truth, you belong to me now! UGH! You’re part of the ludus and its slaves! UGH!”
“You’re a filthy liar, Cobra! Your forked tongue couldn’t speak the truth if it tried! I was a slave but I’m a free woman now! I was released! My husband released me when he married me!”
“Prove it!” the Cobra said. ”Where’s the document? Nobody’s seen it! It must have got lost in Rome!”
“No! The deeds were all presented in Alexandria! It was all done legally!”
“They were never presented, Rufia! If you look in the inventory of the ludus, you’ll find yourself there! You’re described as the principle slave! That’s the pleasure slave! Haha! You’re just a slut, a whore! And it’s giving me a lot of pleasure to fuck the pleasure slave, bitch! Take that! And that! And that!”
With his left hand he was holding the hair of his new slave by Damian
Slavegirls in an oriental world
The Sheik filled her with his semen and covered her face and breasts with it. He fucked her day and night for the first week or two and then began to lose interest.
If he went to sleep when his slave was sucking, his personal guard had orders to take her to the slaves’ quarters. Instead they took her to their quarters and fucked her.
She satisfied five men at a time by riding one, lifting her buttocks for another to fuck her in the anus and giving a third a blowjob. The two remaining guards put a bench under her chest with holes for her breasts to hang through. This left her hands free to give them a hand job.
One day the Sheik woke up and went to the slaves’ quarters. He heard shouting and groaning coming from the guards’ quarters. He went there and found all five guards fucking his slave.
SUCK! SUCK!
“UGH! TAKE GOOD ROMAN COCK, BITCH!”
The Sheik smiled. He ignored the men and spoke to his slave.
“Do you like what these men are doing to you?” he asked.
“No, Master. I hate it! You are my Master. Only you can have my body!”
“It is good that you do not like it!” the Sheik said. “Your disgust will make my pleasure greater!”
The Sheik sat down and watched. The look of disgust on the girl’s face made him horny and his hard-on grew until it was about to explode.
The slave trader inspected the new slaves who had arrived in the port that day by Damian
Roman Decacence
The customer had asked for them to be trained. The trader hung them both in ropes and brought a selection of flogging instruments: a leather belt, riding crops, cat o’nine tails with hanging leather straps, bundles of twigs tied together, wooden paddles for making butter and bamboo canes which cut into the skin. He also had a small collection of metal clamps which could be tightened on breasts and nipples, or attached to belts and used to squeeze cunt lips together.
SWIIIISH! THWAAACK!
SLAP! SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
AGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The more he flogged, the hornier the slave trader got. After a time he couldn’t stand it anymore. His erection was bothering him too much. He took both girls to an area where he had big wooden barrels, cut in half and fixed to the ground.
“Sit on those barrels and let your arms and legs hang down like table legs!” he ordered. He fixed their wrists and ankles to rings set on the floor.
“That’s the way a slave should be,” he said, “with her cunt up in the air, ready to serve her Master!”
The girls were now completely helpless. They knew that their cunts were the highest parts of their bodies and that their cunt lips were open and defenseless against flogging devices.
The trader picked up a heavy leather belt and brought it down onto their cunt lips.
SMACK!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Who does your cunt belong to, slave?”
“To my Master!”
Tell me your story, whore by Damian
Consul Flaminius gently stroked his cock and watched his young slave girl scream as his son whipped her soft white ass. The slave’s identical twin sister was kneeling in front of him, tears welling in her eyes as listened to her sister’s agonized screams.
“Give another son, right across the base of her ass. See if you can bring the whip down and catch her across those lovely nether lips of hers.”
“NIEEEARRGHHHH!” The girl wailed as Flaminius’s son succeeded, a dark red welt blooming across her tender feminine lips.
“Now you, you’re going to take my cock in your throat and keep it there like a sword in a scabbard. And don’t you dare make me cum until I tell you to, or you’ll take your sister’s place and we’ll see if she’s a better slave than you.”
She was embarrassed but she obeyed and stood naked next to the slave by Damian
Slavegirls in an oriental world
The Sheik called his two servants.
“Fuck the two on the left!” he ordered. The men already had big erections and they didn’t need to be asked twice.
“It’s time to train you now!” the Sheik told his concubine, who had turned her head away again. “Nobody is fucking the Iberian girl,” he said. He ordered two servants to sit her on a table with her legs wide apart.
He turned to his concubine.
“Kiss the slave on her cunt lips”
“I… I don’t like women!”
“I said kiss the slave on the cunt! Get your face in there! Use your tongue! Lick her and suck her!” The concubine looked confused and frightened but she obeyed.
As she kissed and licked, one of the Sheik’s servants brought his riding crop down onto her buttocks…
SWIIIIISH!
SLAAAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The Sheik let her work away at the girl’s vulva for a minute or two.
“Are you sucking her clit?” he asked.
“Yes! Don’t make him flog me again, please!”
“Get sucking! And make it wet and noisy!”
SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!
The wet noises mixed with the groans and grunts and it all got through to the Sheik.
“Stick your ass up, concubine! Higher!”
He sank his cock deep into her cunt with a quick thrust and soon shot his load into her.
“OH! GASP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Lifen opened her mouth to take in another cock by Damian
Chinese torments
Lifen’s husband had been killed in an ambush in one of the remoter provinces and Lifen had been sent to the Palace. The intelligence services were always glad to have information about the more distant parts of the empire.
She was taken to the Emperor’s chief slave trainer. He examiner her teeth and felt her buttocks and biceps.
“Take her and clean her up. Let her rest for a week,” he said.
A week later Lifen was given a robe to wear and taken to the slave trainer. She was sobbing and frightened but she looked better.
“We will forget your past,” he said. “You are a slave now. You will work in the kitchen and we will see what information you can give us. We have no one from your province in the kitchen.”
Lifen looked surprised.
“I can cook,” she said
“Can you fuck?”
She nodded.
“Take your robe off.”
She obeyed.
The trainer looked at her critically.
“You look quite strong. You’ll need to be. The soldiers are hungry when they’ve been out for a year or two. Hungry for food and hungry for cunt.”
She obeyed, He looked down at her cunt by Damian
Slavegirls in an oriental world
The Sheik wanted his sons to know how to treat and train a slave, so he invited them to watch the first training session.
His slave trainer stripped her naked and made her turn round slowly in front of the men.
“Bend over, bitch, and lift your buttocks!”
The girl obeyed. The men fell silent as she raised her firm buttocks. The deep dark cleft between her cheeks fascinated them.
“Pull your ass cheeks apart! Show my sons your anus and your cunt, slave!
The men fell silent with lust.
“Now face your Masters and show them your tits! Put your hands behind your neck! Arch your back and stick your tits out! Turn left and right! Again! Make your tits move, like a whore!”
The men watched fascinated as her irresistible breasts wobbled and jiggled and settled back into place…
SLAP!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Without warning, the trainer had caught her a stinging blow on the breasts with his riding crop. She had not expected it and she brought her hands down to rub her breasts.
“Nobody told you to do that, slave!” the trainer shouted. “Put your hands back up and stick your tits out again!”
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Don’t, please! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The trainer tied her arms out sideways.
“There is only one rule to learn, bitch!” the trainer said. “It is to obey all orders, right?”
The girl nodded.
“This will help you remember!”
He selected a long, flexible riding crop and flogged her all over her naked body.
She pressed dates and figs between her cunt lips and went around the table offering them by Damian
Slavegirls in an oriental world
After the meal she was dragged out and fucked by all the guests, two or three at a time. With her head hanging back over the table she was forced to satisfy one guest with a blowjob, another by riding his cock and a third by leaning forward and showing her anus. That was the one that hurt…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The next day the Sheik called his slave trainer.
“I will use a stick, Master,” the trainer explained. “Big tits need a big stick!
The Sheik nodded, watched and listened…
SLAP! SLAP! THWAACK! THWAAACK!
“NOOOO! PLEEASE! IT WON’T HAPPEN AGAIN, I PROMISE!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!”
“That’s enough!” said the Sheik. “Now make her go down like a crab, cunt up!”
The girl was made to push her bottom up off the ground. Her open vulva was now the highest part of her body. The Sheik picked up a cat o’nine tails and flogged it with the leather straps…
“Keep your buttocks off the ground, slave!”
THWAAACK! THWAAACK!
“AAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“Will you behave like a slave at the next banquet?” he asked.
“Yes,” she sobbed.
The following week she served at another banquet and everybody took the dates and figs from between her tits and open cunt lips. Some of them fucked her too.
