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Thanks for your efforts Aimee. I aim to please.
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NAN GREEN
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"Aimee" <aimie2@programmer.net> wrote in message
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> Dear Readers,
>
>
> To get the dull stuff out of the way: The usual disclaimers apply. This
> is a fantasy of an adult nature. Do not read if this is illegal where
> you live or if you are under age.
>
> It is copyrighted by the author as per the provisions of the Berne
> Convention, and permission is expressly denied for reproduction
> without attribution, or for any profit-making venture.
>
> Most importantly, I write stories to try to please and excite you! (My
> ideal outcome would be if the stories inspire to you come, hard.) I'd
> love to hear feedback, whether you'd like me to continue the story,
> ideas for where to take it from here, or just how it made you feel
> (hot, I hope).
>
> Luv,
> Aimee
> @2004
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
>
>
> The slave girl Rina spilled the wine. Normally she would not do such
> a thing -- she had been well trained -- but she feared her master's
> guests tonight, and her fear made her clumsy.
>
> Instantly she drew back with an apology -- "Forgive a clumsy slave
> girl, master" -- and rose from her serving crouch to fetch a cloth to
> wipe up the spill. Her back seemed to sting already from the touch of
> the birch. Her master, though not the worst, tended to impatience and
> a quick hand with the rod.
>
> She was forestalled, however, when the guest whose tunic she had
> splattered leaned forward and caught her wrist. "Not so fast, pretty,"
> he said, with a smile. He sounded good-humored, but her heart jerked
> into her throat. They were frightening, these guests of her master's
> -- soldiers, from their uniforms and polished boots and weapons that
> all matched each other's; but clearly soldiers of high rank and an
> elite unit. They looked like professional killers with fine tailoring
> and civilized table manners. There were seven or eight of them,
> sitting crosslegged on cushions at the low table, feasting on her
> master's largess and the good local wine.
>
> This one looked to be in his mid-thirties, dark-haired and blue-eyed,
> with a weather-darkened face. He looked too cheerful to be threatening
> her, but his grip was hard. "Ay, so what's made you so clumsy, girl?
> Not afraid of us, are you?" His grin widened. She was. Although she
> knew a smiling compliance to his wishes was called for, she hung back
> at the full length of her arm.
>
> Her master leaned back to catch her eye from where he sat, a few
> places down. "Idiot slut. I'll be taking that out of your back
> tomorrow." To the man who held her, "Sorry about that, Captain. She's
> only good for one thing -- when she's not on her back, she's clumsy as
> a she-camel in water. I'll have her scrub down your tunic by morning."
>
> "Na, no matter," said the man addressed as Captain. "Perhaps our
> pretty slave will lick it clean, eh?" He gave her arm a jolly tug that
> nearly pitched her into his lap.
>
> The other soldiers had stopped eating and were all looking at her,
> some with wine cups or hunks of bread paused halfway to their mouths.
> Conversation had stilled. The torches crackled and popped in their
> sconces overhead.
>
> "Kneel down, girl. No need to stoop."
>
> Trembling, she did so. She hadn't much choice, for his grip on her
> wrist forced her down by him.
>
> "Position," he said.
>
> She threw one misery-filled look to her master, who returned it with a
> scowl and a forceful nod.
>
> "Position" mean kneeling with knees apart, arms crossed behind her
> back, head up, back straight, and eyes straight ahead. She assumed the
> posture quickly, pulse banging in her temples.
>
> The man released his grip on her wrist, and regarded her. "Nice, very
> nice." He reached over and brushed her hair back from where it had
> fallen over her chest, concealing the breasts beneath her thin tunic.
>
> "Nice," he said again. He reached and with his fingertips brushed one
> nipple lightly where it dimpled the cloth from underneath.
>
> She shuddered. He smiled at her again, lazily this time. He took the
> front hem of her tunic and lifted it, baring her to the torchlight and
> the men's eyes. She almost twisted away and bolted, but years of
> slave discipline, enforced with the whip, kept her in position. Almost
> gently, like a nanny tucking in a bib, he tucked the hem down the
> front of her neckline and wound it up and over again a few times,
> leaving her tunic rucked up under chin. She was effectively nude
> before them. She could feel the heat of the torches playing on her
> body, and the men's burning gazes.
>
> "Stay still," he said softly. He began to trace a pattern with his
> fingertips over the bare skin of her torso. She couldn't really see
> what he was doing, with her eyes face forward like any soldier's on
> parade, but every nerve-ending screamed it. Around and around each
> breast, circling in toward the nipple and lightly over it, then
> circling away again, down in loops over her belly, grazingly up her
> sides, but not so close to her armpits as to tickle her. Sweat burst
> from her hairline and ran down her face.
>
> He grasped one of her buttocks and turned her more fully to face him.
> "So, a good slave girl, really, so obedient and sweet to touch," he
> murmured. "Is she good in all ways?" This last louder, and seemingly
> addressed back over his shoulder, though he did not turn his head.
>
> "Ay, for a clumsy slut, she's tasty in bed," answered her master.
> Wriggles and jumps like a tadpole, but hotter than any tadpole, that's
> sure."
>
> "Hot, indeed? So all this charming bashfulness is only for show?"
>
> "Well, maybe she likes being scared, for many's the time I've
> threatened her with a whipping, and then found her cunt creamier than
> fresh butter when I came to take her." From the sound of it, her
> master was grinning.
>
> Shamed and burning red to her hairline, from the feel of it, Rina
> squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth.
>
> "Creamy, so. That sounds delicious. Are you creamy, slave girl? Let us
> see." The captain traced farther down her outer thighs, and inward
> towards the tender inner thigh of her right leg. He brushed over her
> pubic fur, and put both hands between her thighs, palm out, to pull
> her legs a bit wider.
>
> Rina sunk her upper teeth into her lower lip. Unseen by the men,
> behind her back, she clenched her fists. The captain grasped her hair
> close to the back of her head and pulled her head back, forcing her
> upper body to curve backwards like a bow. With that firm hold, he
> slid his other hand between her thighs again. He brushed the soft
> flesh at the very top of the creases where leg met body, and then
> cupped his hand between his legs with his fingertips between her
> buttocks, the heel of his hand over her pubic bone. He gave a playful
> squeeze. She winced.
>
> He began to caress her pussy lips -- not seeking entrance, but only
> lightly tracing the outer folds and ruffling the fur. Still, as he
> parted the lips the barest amount with a finger, she could feel to her
> shame that she was already wet. A tingling flush had spread across her
> breasts and buttocks, and the skin of her whole body felt moist, as
> the warm air around her eddied beneath the torches. The captain
> laughed lightly at his discovery. "She's hot, to be sure," he said.
> "She's juicing like a slut already, and I've barely touched her.
>
> "Let's see what she does if we go ... deeper."
>
> Rina moaned lightly aloud in protest. She dared not break position or
> do more to evade his caresses. Shame seemed to clothe her whole body,
> from scalp to toes, but she knew that to move meant a caning, or
> worse. The captain's caresses, however shaming, were better than the
> slave whip's.
>
> True to his words, the captain hiked himself a bit closer to her, so
> he need not stretch, then spread her nether lips wider with the
> fingers of one hand and reached between her legs with the other. He
> slid the middle finger of this second hand between her taut rear
> cheeks and lightly nuzzled and then probed the flinching bud of her
> anus.
>
> When she pulled away involuntarily, he hooked the finger into the
> opening and used it to pull her back towards him. His stiffened digit
> penetrated her rosebud by perhaps a half an inch, and she gasped. Her
> chin lifted, and she swallowed. The captain used his thumb to feel for
> the place where her pussy lips came together at the top. He found it
> easily, for her clitoris had swollen to pea size and erected itself.
>
> He laughed again and moved his hand to lightly grasp her clit, in its
> protective folds, between his fingers and gently move it about.
> Despite herself, Rina moaned and shuddered. He had a skilled and
> softly ruthless touch, lightly squeezing and moving her clit around in
> little, slow circles, always leaving enough of her wet pussy folds
> between it and his fingers that he did not hurt her.
>
> Except her dignity, all trace of which had been banished. Rina bit her
> lip and arched her back, spreading her legs a little wider to grant
> him better access. She could not help herself. She had not forgotten
> the audience to this little passion play -- indeed, she was still
> blushing furiously even as he stirred her, and her juices glistened on
> his fingertips -- but her responses had passed beyond her control. Her
> nipples had risen to points and jutted from her naked breasts.
>
> The other guests uttered hoarse laughs and sharp exclamations as they
> watched the slave girl heat before them. Several had reached beneath
> the table to open their trousers and were unselfconsciously
> masturbating. "Aye, Gunther, warm her for us," one of them said,
> admiringly.
>
> "Oh, fear not," the captain said. "This oven needs little stoking." He
> raised one hand and stroked her flushed stomach. She felt her juices
> wet upon it. "She has slave fires in her belly."
>
> Without warning, he slid two fingers deep into her pussy. She was so
> wet that he reached fully into it without effort. He fingered the neck
> of her womb, making her gasp. Again she tried to pull away, and again
> he held her firm. Pulling her to him, using her pelvic bone as a
> handle, he seized her hair and used it to yank her head to one side,
> baring her neck to him. He seized the exposed side of her throat
> between his teeth. She moaned in terror.
>
> He did not bite down, but rather merely held her fixedly for a moment,
> letting her feel that he could, if he wished, tear her throat out like
> any animal.
>
> She felt his saliva warm on her throat as she hung in his grasp,
> nearly fainting. Her limbs had gone all to water and she could not
> have resisted if she had tried.
>
> The he swirled his tongue with exaggerated lasciviousness around her
> throat, as though it had all been a joke, and released her. As she
> collapsed, and gravity tugged his fingers out of her pussy, a wet,
> sucking noise was heard by all, and got a general laugh.
>
> Smiling, the captain rose to his feet and spurned the unmoving slave
> girl with his boot. "Hurry, lazy girl, bring us more wine. The feast
> is young."
>
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> To be continued?
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