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SLAVE
(M/F, Slavery)
Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
*****
This
is no more than a poor attempt at imitation of Dana Williams’s
superb stories... Just had to make an
attempt to place myself in there
J
Just
go read the real things, linked on my web site
:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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The cannons
still roared from afar, less frequent now, part of the Tacikian
army surely moving towards other cities of Akatia…
The same
cannons had been decimating the walls of my own city, Reina, just hours ago,
every cannon shot piercing through my heart, shaking me and everyone else with
a fear the kind of which we’d never imagined before. We’d been waiting, trembling and fearing for
weeks. Still, we’d never believed
it. Akatia was strong, the Akatian
military the best in the world. We’d
beaten the Tacikians, and others, many times over, we
had conquered and ruled their cities for centuries. And there had been peace for so long, peace
for nearly half a century - war seemed like a distant barbaric memory my
parents spoke of. No young Akatian woman
like me had lost a brother or a lover to a war with Tacikians for decades.
But hatred
had remained the same.
I’d
shivered in fear as cannons ripped through the walls of Reina. Many of the men had been summoned to the
military months ago. My father was in
the capital, serving despite his old age.
My lover, the only man I’d ever known, had been killed already at the
border. The men who were left to protect
the city were no match for Taciks.
Early in
the morning they finally came: The Taciks tore through the walls, the soldiers firing and
yelling and rushing through the city with glee, laughing at us, laughing at the
feeble defense we managed to put up against them. It had been so sudden, the fall of my city,
there had not even been time to flee or hide.
I’d watched out the window in shocked agony as the soldiers began
breaking into homes one by one, hauling people out like mere cattle, shooting
boys on the streets, tearing women’s clothes at once. There was nothing but sheer chaos everywhere,
the victors’ vicious jubilation mixing with the panic and torment of the
conquered…
When two
soldiers broke into our home, my mother and I had no defense, not even a gun –
I tried to protect us with a mere kitchen knife, only drawing laughter from the
two Taciks, two ugly, dirty savages.
They were skinny, yet strong, roughed up by war. No razor had met their young, rugged faces in
a long time, and they had long, oily hair.
They grinned like hyenas. I’d
never imagined such hatred and fear possible in my heart…
Mother did
what she could – she threw herself between them and me, but they struck at her
like they were kicking a dog. I attacked
them with fury, wishing to Gods I could stick the knife right through their
hearts – but they grabbed and took the knife away, chuckling and mocking in
that beast-like language of theirs, growling of animals, nothing else… And they began tearing at my clothes – I
fought back, amidst Mom’s cries, and the pigs’ howling and laughter, but it made
no difference.
Once they
tore off most of my clothes, they pushed me down on the floor…
And they
took me like they wanted.
They took
me like a couple of wild beasts, rough, savage, angry beasts, wanting to hurt
me, humiliate me, with their fucking...
As they
took turns raping me, they made my mother watch it, too. Nothing so thrilled Taciks as humiliating
Akatians.
They did
not stop until a third soldier came in much later – he laughed and uttered
something in the Tacik language at first, but he was firm, so the soldier on
top off me got up, leaving me on the floor, soiled and used, my clothes torn to
pieces, and my mother crying in the corner.
Soon after,
my wrists were tied tight behind my back and I was being pushed out the door,
down the stairs and onto the street, all but naked, paraded on my own street,
in front of my neighbors – the panic seemed to continue everywhere. I felt my eyes watering and my face burning
in shame, all to no avail. Even the
desire to fight was gone…
Soon we
were at the town square – the plundering had slowed and order was being mostly
restored, now in the hands of an invading army.
There were other girls there, in the town square, all like me, close to
naked and hands tied in the back – the soldier who’d been leading me shoved me
towards a fat, chuckling soldier who held a cigarette in one hand and a hose in
another. Soon I was being hosed down by
ice-cold water, unable to silence my shocked cries – he just kept chuckling as
he pulled me by the hair and pushed me towards the other girls.
I watched a
few more girls being brought to the town commons in the same fashion, crying
and dying in shame, some clearly raped – they all got the cruel hosing down
before being pushed to the pile in the middle.
I knew most of the girls standing around me; Reina was a small town,
most everyone knew each other. The men
had picked the better-looking girls of the town and I knew I’d been one of the
most beautiful girls in Reina – now surely a curse, rather than a blessing…
If there
was one thing Taciks were organized about, we knew it was slavery.
We were
made to stand side-by-side in a straight line, close to 30 of the prettiest
girls of the town. They were my friends,
even relatives, and that made my shame all the more unbearable. We could not even face each other.
The town
commons was surrounded by more and more Taciks, but there were townspeople,
too, brought there by force – mostly women, kids, and toothless old men. There were a handful of fighting-age men,
too, remnants of a broken down army charged with protection of the city. They were all forced to watch it, for their
humiliation... I knew many of the boys
who were haplessly restrained and they all knew me; I couldn’t tell who were
ashamed the most, them or us.
“Akatian
whores!” suddenly the town common echoed with the angry voice of a woman. She was a Tacik, one who obviously spoke
Akatian, if with an accent. She wore
something close to a military uniform and she was holding what looked like a
horse-whip in her hand.
“On your
knees!” she barked. “And spread your
legs!”
Too shocked
and too scared to disobey, I did as was ordered, getting down on my knees and
assuming the humiliating position – so did all the other girls, but some were
not quite fast enough: The Tacikian
woman picked a girl by the hair; I knew her, Katrina Devi. She was a haughty bitch most of the time, and
I never liked her - still I feared for her now.
“I am the
slave trainer” the Tacikian woman screamed.
“When I tell an Akatian cunt to do something, she does exactly as she is
told – instantly. Or she is punished…”
she smiled cruelly.
She barked
an order to a soldier near-by, and soon soldiers were tying Katrina by the
wrists to a post in front of us, leaving her dangling in the air. They tore off the remnants of her clothes so
she was completely naked in front of the townspeople and the Taciks. Katrina’s parents and young brothers had to
be somewhere in the crowd, watching helplessly, barred from us by the Tacikians
soldiers, who were drinking and chuckling, watching the spectacle with glee.
Katrina
first cursed and yelled, then begged and cried, but all of it was no use: We watched her scream in agony as a Tacikians
soldier whipped her a dozen times and her red-welted body dangled in the air.
The slave
trainer watched it, too, in obvious amusement.
“Understand
this, Akatian whores – you disobey me, or any Tacik, and this will be your
faith!” she barked.
“Your men
are either dead or prisoners. Your men,
the gutless bugs that they are, lost the war.
Your men are no match for Taciks, that’s why they have to stand there
like little dogs and watch us take their women.
Akatia is now our property and everything in it, too, including Akatian
whores. The only thing you may expect
now is serving the pleasure of your superiors, providing amusement to your
Masters...”
“You have
been chosen as slaves. That is all you
are – slaves. I am your Mistress and you
are our property! I will train you like
dogs. And I will make perfect slaves out
of you. You will learn to obey without
question. You will learn to be perfect
concubines. You will learn to please
your owners in the most intimate ways, you will learn
to fuck a thousand times better than the most shameless of whores. Your only cause of existence, the only worth
of your life, the only reason we will let you and your families live is that
you may serve the pleasure of Taciks…”
“Some of
you – the luckier whores - will be sold to wealthy owners in Tacik Republic or
will be reserved for the pleasure of commanders… Most of you, however, will be
chosen as whores for our military’s brothels – so that you will be able provide
amusement and pleasure to brave Taciks when they come from the front and are
tired from killing your measly, weak brothers and fathers…”
“You will
begin serving your owners tonight. You
will prepare and serve a grand feast for the brave Taciks who defeated your men
– and after that you will be used and fucked by your new owners all night
long…” she smiled cruelly.
“You!” she
suddenly turned towards another girl.
It was
Cecile, I’d known her forever. She was a
shy, slender, beautiful girl; easily scared, easily hurt… She was on her knees, doing her absolute best
to be pleasing, but the curtain of red hair that blocked her face could not
silence the scared tears coming from her…
“You’re
crying, cunt! Slaves do not cry – Slaves
always smile” the slave trainer barked.
“I’ll give you a reason to cry” she pulled her by the hair. “This one, too” she barked at the soldiers.
And soon we
were watching Cecile, having replaced Katrina, dangling from the post and being
whipped by Taciks. There were silent
tears in my eyes, too; I didn’t care much about the haughty Katrina, but Cecile
was the nicest girl I’d ever known.
After what
seemed like an unbearably long time, Cecile’s screams stopped, and she was made
to go back to her spot, her body shaking in obvious pain, but she was on her
knees all the same, and she no longer dared to cry.
After two
whippings, we were all shaking in fear, all desire for fighting back lost in
thin air.
“Let’s see
what we got here” the Tacikian slave trainer walked by us one by one, tapping
her leg with the crop. We were all
kneeling the same way; hands tied in the back, thighs spread wide, heads naturally
bowed in dread.
“Well,
well, well, what do we got here!” she remarked with an evil glee when she came
to Melanie and Monique Luvel. “Twins!”
she chuckled. “I love twins…” The two girls, daughters of the wealthiest
family in town, shivered in fear.
“Oh, the
amusements you will provide to Tacikian men!
You twin cunts will learn to be hot lesbian lovers for the viewing
pleasure of your owners. You will learn
to fuck and punish each other in furious fashion... In fact, tonight you will put together your
first show for us during the feast… And
if you fail to put together a show that is for real, I will have you tied
together and buried alive so that you can fuck each other to death!”
The terror
of the girls was visible on their faces, but they could not so much as utter a
word of disagreement as the slave trainer moved along.
She stopped
at the next girl. “What is your name
slave?”
“Gabriela”
the girl replied. She was a distant
cousin of mine. “Gabriela Pera”.
The slave
trainer leaned down and slapped Gabriela in the face with such force that
almost the whole town square echoed with the smacking sound.
“Slave, you
address your owner as Mistress!”
“Yes,
Mistress, I’m sorry, Mistress.” Gabriela whimpered. I could feel her humiliation from where I
was.
The slave
trainer snickered: “And your name is not
Gabriela anymore, you Akatian cunt! Look
at the tits on you! From now on your
name is Dumb Cow - because you got tits like a cow! Tell me slave, what is your name?”
Gabriela
gulped hard only for a second. “My name
is Dumb Cow, Mistress!”
“Good”. The
slave trainer smiled. “We’ll get you a
pair of bells, too, so that every man will know when the big tittied Akatian
cunt is around – I bet all the soldiers will love fucking those big cow tits of
yours.
You happy to
hear that, slave?”
“Yes,
Mistress” Gabriela replied, giving the right answer, despite her cracking
voice.
“Very well”.
She moved on, moving towards me.
“Well, what
do we got here?” The slave trainer stood in front of me. “What is your name, slut?”
“Cindy
Calina, Mistress” I said, my voice full of fear.
“And you’ve
been enjoying yourself, slut?”
“No,
Mistress” I answered.
“Lying
Cunt!” she struck me in the face, a smack as loud as my cousin had gotten. Suddenly my eyes were filled with tears.
She
chuckled. “You’re in luck boys, I got a hot little slut here! She’s dripping wet…”
My face
suddenly burned with red hot shame and I realized it was true – I was wet.
“Here’s a
cunt who can’t wait to begin serving her Masters!!”
she spoke loudly, rubbing my face in it.
Was I
getting off on this? I trembled with
shame at being exposed in front of all the other girls.
“If you
want it so badly, you should beg for it cunt” the slave trainer hissed at me. “Beg now to be used as a slave”! And if you don’t sound sufficiently
convincing and pathetic, I will have you whipped two dozen times”.
I didn’t
want to be whipped.
“Please,
Mistress, accept me as a slave” I whined.
“Please take me as a slave for your soldiers’ pleasure”. There were tears in my eyes - yet I could
also tell my thighs were getting wet with my juices. “Please accept this worthless Akatian whore
as a slave” I begged, desperately trying to find the sufficiently humiliating
words for the approval of my Mistress.
She had me beg pathetically on and on for everyone’s amusement– I was
the most pathetic of all the slaves.
“Very well”
she finally cut me off. “Let’s see how
much you’ve been enjoying yourself…” she pushed the tip of the crop between my
legs, playing with my pussy.
I could
only whimper haplessly. It was just too
much – I felt myself shaking, moving closer and closer to a moment of complete
shame. It must have taken no more than
30 seconds: She drew the orgasm out of
me with hardly an effort, and I moaned and shook on my knees, under the
ridiculing snicker of the slave trainer and the shocked gaze of the other slave
girls and townspeople. The soldiers were
laughing and mocking me. They all
couldn’t wait to get their hands on the hot little Akatian cunt who was so eager to be used and fucked.
I wanted to
disappear into thin air.
“Clean my
crop, slave!” the slave trainer barked.
“Yes,
Mistress” I managed to say despite my shame and she pushed the tip of the crop
in my mouth. And under the gaze of
everyone, I sucked on it like a cock.
There were more chuckles.
“I bet you
can’t wait to have the real thing in your mouth” the slave trainer said. “Isn’t that true, slave?”
“Yes,
Mistress” I replied, not daring to contradict.
“Maybe not”
she hissed this time, lifting my face up with the crop. “I think you and I will spend a lot of time
together, slave. I think I’ll keep you
for myself for a while…” she said. “A
hot cunt like you should be reserved for the commanders – but not before I
supervise your training very, very closely…” she
smiled.
My eyes
watered some more. I was no lesbian, that disgusted me more than anything. But what difference did that make? I was but a mere Akatian slave in the hands
of Taciks…
This was my
life now… the
life of a slave… a life of servitude and ridicule…