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Subject: {ASSM} Slave Raiders part 2
Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 03:10:02 -0500
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Dalvid let Li'sar off his horse, directing her to sit with the other women on 
the grass. 
 
Li'sar looked at her surroundings with trepidation. The encampment was a simple 
opening in the forest, the men were building a fire in the middle of it, and 
there were packs and supplies scattered around. 
 
The women were huddled together, hardly daring to breathe or move, while the men 
went about building the fire, preparing dinner and talking, barely paying any 
attention to their new captives. 
 
Some of the women started talking in hushed, tearful tones. Comforting each other,
considering what was to become of them. 
 
Kalhune shot them an angry look. "The females will be quiet." He said; a hush 
fell over them. Some of them were crying. 
 
Dalvid looked over at Li'sar. She seemed somewhat different to the others. The 
men of Valua certainly wouldn't consider her more physically attractive than 
some of the others, but something about her manner attracted him; something 
about it he really liked. 
 
He wondered if he would be able to buy her back from his employer at a discount, 
or even claim her as his since he was bringing back one extra. He would see. 
 
Token's voice awoke him from his thoughts. "Sir, do you want me to prepare the 
punishment area over there?" he asked. 
 
"Yes, yes, of course" Dalvid responded, shaking his head clear. Wanting to buy 
some silly little slave girl. What was he thinking? He already owned three back 
home anyhow! When would he get time to train the barbarian woman anyhow? 
 
Dalvid watched as Token assembled the punishment block from their supplies: a low,
small table-like platform that is about as high and large as a coffee table. 
Token removed the padding and put it on top of the block. 
 
Dalvid smiled to himself at the thought of what was to take place after dinner. 
He looked over at Li'sar and grinned at her, thinking certain thoughts. She 
looked back at him shyly, hoping that his smile boded well for her. Then he 
remembered himself, and gave her a stern look. She looked at the ground, and 
trembled slightly. 
 
Dinner was the standard unpleasant dried bread, a little soup, and water. Dalvid 
had aspirations of one day being able to have a hunter on his party. A hunter who 
could get them some nice venison for their meals. But that was a distant dream 
for the moment - instead he had gotten this former-Royal-Valuan-Marine who wanted 
to lop every male in sight's head off. He reminded himself that Ragnor did have 
his uses, as he had proven today. 
 
The women were given a half-ration of bread, and water. They ate in silence, 
although some couldn't - or wouldn't eat anything. Dalvid knew that they would 
learn to obey, and eat what was put before them soon enough. 
 
After dinner was finished, Dalvid signalled to Token and Kalhune. They in turn 
turned to the women, and Kalhune addressed them, "On your feet, all of you! Line 
up, straight line, starting here, youngest to eldest!" The women hurriedly 
assembled into a line, organizing themselves, apparently, by age. Dalvid noticed 
that Li'sar was fifth in the line of twelve. 
 
Dalvid loved the post-capture ritual. The point where the captives became slaves,
and were subjected to his will. 
 
"Stand straight, all of you!" Kalhune ordered. "Place your hands on your heads, 
and stand straight!" The women obeyed as best they could, trembling. 
 
The first woman was brought forward, a small, dark haired woman, with deep brown 
eyes. She trembled slightly, as Dalvid questioned her. 
 
"What is your name girl?" 
 
"Adele, Sir" 
 
"You will call men Master; not Sir, from now on." He sternly instructed. 
 
"Yes Master" 
 
Dalvid turned to Kalhune, "Strip her. Let us inspect our new possession." 
 
Kalhune and Token started to strip the woman, taking off her outer garment; the 
men were gathering around in a semi-circle around the punishment block, with her 
standing in front of it. 
 
Her outer garments were stripped from her, her breasts were bared, her 
undergarments, stripped also. 
 
"Place your hands behind your head, stand up straight and look at me," Dalvid 
answered. "Legs apart, one foot between your feet!" 
 
Adele did her best to comply, as she whimpered and blushed. She was completely 
bare before the men, they looked her up and down, smirking at her. She was 
helpless to do a thing about it. 
 
"Measure her," Dalvid instructed. Token produced a measure, and wrapping the tape
around her breasts, he measured their size, he did the same with her waist and 
her hips. "37-25-36" he read out, as Konrad noted it down on a scroll. 
 
"Give her six lashes," Dalvid instructed, with a cold steely voice. 
 
Adele shuddered, and then begged, "Please Master! I haven't done anything!" 
 
Dalvid looked her in the eyes. "Silence woman!" Kalhune instructed, as he dragged 
her toward the punishment block. 
 
Dalvid turned to the other women, "Any females who do not accept their punishments
will receive an additional six lashes." 
 
The women trembled, and one started crying. Were they all to be beaten? Why? 
They hadn't tried to escape or done anything else wrong! 
 
Kalhune started giving Adele instructions. "Kneel on the block, it's well-padded 
so you won't hurt your knees. Then place your shoulders and face down low against
the block and your bottom high in the air. Remain in that position until 
instructed otherwise." 
 
Adele nodded, as tears streaked down her face. Meanwhile, Durip produced a long 
thin leather strap. 
 
The other men were smirking at her dilemma, Ragnor was even sponsoring a bet 
concerning how long it would take before she moved. She knelt on the block, and
was instructed several times by Kalhune to place her head lower and her bottom 
higher. 
 
The men admired her bottom, all ready and exposed for its punishment. Durip waited,
the tension building, he looked at Dalvid to give the signal for the punishment 
to begin. 
 
"Administer the punishment!" Dalvid ordered. 
 
The strap was raised and brought swinging down with a swish across Adele's bottom 
with an almighty crack! Dalvid kept a well-oiled team; each member having their 
speciality, and Durip and Lessa were the experts in administering punishment. 
Durip could bring the strap down with an incredible amount of skill and force, it 
would whistle through the air, and crack so loudly across the female's posterior. 
 
Adele squealed in agony, writhing already. Dalvid could see that there was no way
she was going to make the six. This was fairly normal; he would have to have her 
strapped down, and double her punishment once she moved. He knew some Masters 
would increase a punishment by perhaps two lashes, but he used the traditional 
Valuan punishments: six, twelve, eighteen, twenty-four, or thirty lashes. If a 
girl needed more than six, she needed twelve; if she needed move than twelve, 
she needed eighteen, and so forth. 
 
Indeed, after the second lash, Adele writhed around, and rolled off the punishment
block, clutching at her bottom and squealing for it to stop. The men sniggered 
and sighed with impatience. They were here to watch a new slave whipped, and 
here she was being difficult. 
 
Dalvid gave simple instructions, "strap her to the block, and increase her 
punishment to twelve lashes." 
 
Kalhune and Token forced her to stand, and placed her back on the block. There 
were holes in the block, through which they looped straps of leather, a strap of 
leather was secured firmly around each of her calves, and round her arms. She 
started squirming, but it was to no avail. These men had lots of experience at 
tying a disobedient slave down properly. 
 
Durip stepped back, and took aim. The men nodded with approval. Almost all 
Valuan men loved to see a woman punished; properly punishing a female was 
considered almost as an art form. There was little more pleasing than to see a 
slave girl properly strapped. 
 
The strap lashed down on her bottom again and again; she squealed and writhed. 
Dalvid was looking elsewhere though: he was looking at the smooth, tanned face 
of Li'sar, as she stood in line. He had been in the slaving trade for seven 
years now; he was all too familiar with the squeals of a soundly strapped 
girl. 
 
But Li'sar held some intangible attraction to him. He found himself looking 
forward to her strapping; he wanted to see what the lick of the strap would do 
to her face, to her manner. How would she greet the sting of the leather 
across her bottom? He smiled at her. She looked only at the ground. 
 
Adele's whipping was thorough. The men nodded in approval as lash twelve fell. 
She was unstrapped from the block, and she did the dance of a freshly-whipped 
slave before the men, clutching her bottom, in tears of pain. 
 
Token strictly ordered Adele over to the other side of the block, and made her 
stand there, up straight; hands behind her head. He warned her that she could 
be punished again if she didn't obey. 
 
Dalvid ordered for the next girl to be brought forward. She came forward 
timidly; he asked for her name. It was Chantelle. 
 
Dalvid smiled at the scared girls lined up. He wondered if they realized yet 
that they would all be strapped. He knew that in their primitive society, 
punishment was administered only when someone had done something specific 
wrong. With their poor education, he suspected they didn't yet know that in 
Valua, females could be punished at any time a male pleased. 
 
This was one of the true perks of being in the trade: the enslavement ritual. 
Dalvid always loved every moment of it, having the females stripped and 
inspected, and then punished, and then placed on display. 
 
He had Chantelle stripped before them all. The men enjoyed looking at her large 
bare breasts, indeed Token measured them to be 38 inches. Dalvid ordered for 
her also to be given six lashes. 
 
Chantelle kneeled on the block, as she was ordered, her head down low, and her 
lucious bottom beckoning the strap. The men grinned with delight as the strap 
was brought down again and again. Chantelle squealed with pain and squirmed, 
but she had learnt from witnessing the fate of Adele: she didn't move off the 
block. 
 
After her punishment was over, she clutched at her bottom in pain, tears 
falling down her face. Token ordered her to be quiet, and made her stand aside 
Adele, with her hands behind her neck. 
 
"Bring the next female forward." Dalvid ordered, in his steely cold voice. 
 
The next girl was brought forward. She said her name was Afton, in a quavering 
voice, after Dalvid asked. She was stripped bare, as the men gazed on her 
breasts and her lucious hips. Dalvid allowed them time to look her over. Token 
made her stand with her feet apart. After he had taken his full of looking at 
her, and she was measured - 35-23-36, he ordered that she too be given six 
lashes. 
 
Afton barely survived the punishment without moving off the block. She 
squealed and writhed as each lash landed. The men grinned at her 
unapologetically, pleased to see her punished, and unmoved by her pleas. 
 
Finally, Li'sar was brought forward for her punishment. Dalvid smiled at her, 
moreso than he had at any of the other girls. She had noticed that he seemed 
to be approving of her. She hoped desperately that perhaps, just perhaps, he 
would let her off without her being stripped and strapped like the other girls 
had been. 
 
But no, after asking her name - which he already knew - Dalvid ordered for her 
to be stripped. She stood mortified as Token and Kalhune stripped the clothes 
from her body. She was standing there before them all, before all these men, 
without a thread of clothing on her body. She was forced to stand in the 
undignified position - her hands behind her neck, and her feet apart. 
 
Dalvid looked her up and down, taking her body in. He knew that she wasn't 
incredibly beautiful in the traditional sense, like some slaves he had seen, 
but he still thought she was beautiful. 
 
Li'sar waited, trembling and blushing deeply. She hated being on display like 
this for them, but she dreaded even more what was to come. She was shocked 
when Dalvid announced that she would receive not six, but twelve lashes. 
 
Valuan males punish females that they like far more vigorously than those they 
don't. As the saying goes, "unloved slaves are punished often, but well-loved 
slaves are punished even more." 
 
Li'sar was made to kneel across the block. "And I thought he might have liked 
me!" she thought to herself, as she braced for the very first lash. 
 
Durip whipped her hard. She couldn't recall ever having felt such great pain. 
She struggled to stay on the block, but she had told herself already that she 
didn't want the additional punishment she had seen Adele receive. 
 
Dalvid smiled down at her, as each lash was administered. How lucious her 
bottom was; how nice to see it punished! He loved having her in such a servile 
position before him. 
 
She somehow endured all twelve, though she was in agony by the end. She danced 
around in pain, clutching her bottom, crying, begging. After giving her time 
to recover, he ordered her to be put with the others. Then he turned toward 
Chantelle; he noticed she had been moving and twitching a little too much. She 
had been whimpering, disturbing the males while they were watching Li'sar's 
punishment. 
 
"Chantelle has not been punished enough. She is not standing still, and she is 
making far too much noise." He declared, "give her another six lashes." 
 
Chantelle burst out into impassioned pleas and tears as Token and Kalhune lead 
her over to the block. It was no avail. She was put over the block again, and 
Drelb - who had taken over from Durip, for a fresh arm was required - gave her 
another six lashes. 
 
Dalvid knew well that at least one girl always had to be whipped doubly for 
not staying still during the punishment, and at least one had to suffer 
likewise for not standing still and being quiet after she had been punished. 
 
After Chantelle had been whipped again, she was made to stand back in her 
place, where she was much quieter. Dalvid lectured all the girls on the proper 
behavior of a well-punished slave. 
 
Then the next girl was beckoned forward, and she too stripped and strapped. It 
took the best part of two hours for all the females to receive their 
punishments. The males enjoyed every moment of it. 
 
After the punishments were over, twelve naked, sobbing females were lined up 
before the males. Their clothes were thrown on the fire to be burnt; they were 
slaves now, they would not require their clothing anymore. Their old lives 
were gone, they had undergone the Valuan enslavement ritual, and now they were 
slaves. 
 
They were given furs to sleep under in case they were cold. Dalvid divided the 
watch for the night. The two guards stood, watching and talking about how 
wonderful it was to watch the females so punished. 
 
Li'sar lay confused under the warm furs. Dalvid seemed so nice in some ways, 
but then suddenly cruel like this. She clutched and rubbed her sore, stinging 
bottom, tears still filling her eyes on occasion. Like many of the other girls 
there, she slowly cried herself to sleep.

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