

A New Slave Part 3 (Mf soft-nc anal) by Foxbat


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EXPLANATORY NOTE ON STORY CODES!!!!!


Due to some rather angered reader responses to The Breaking, I've decided to change my coding of stories from just "nc" to two new codes: "hard-nc" and "soft-nc"

"hard-nc," which will denote non-consensual sexual activity which in which the victim derives little to no enjoyment or gratification.  Compared to soft-nc, there will be less emotional complexity, since the sub-dom relationship is forced and built upon pain and violence.   The Fun series and The Breaking fall into this category.

"soft-nc," which will denote non-consensual sexual activity in which the victim may [eventually] enjoy what is happening, or somehow derive gratification from the events.  This entails a certain level of emotional reaction, lending the story a very different feel from hard-nc stories.  Early chapters of My Megan, Subordinate, and A New Slave fall into this category.





A New Slave Part 3 (Mf soft-nc anal) by Foxbat


   Olaf walked back through the capital at dusk, troubles from the day still creasing his brow.  There might be war soon, he thought, unsure how he felt about this, and how this might affect him.  Perhaps he would have to follow his patron off to battle in another land, as that was what good retainers did.  But he was tired of war, and not yet convinced it was necessary.

   Olaf entered his apartment, to be greeted by the smell of his favorite dish cooking.  His slave was bustling around the tiny kitchen, making sure that nothing was neglected, pausing only to give him a quick kiss.  She had taken quite quickly to the cooking, he thought, probably because it gave her something to do all day in his absence.  Soon her language skills might be up to par for her to accompany him around the city.

   There were certain things expected of a slave in this culture, and a slave who couldn't understand orders would likely be mistaken for a slave who did not wish to obey orders, and that was a bad thing.  Not only would it shame him, but he could lose her if it was determined that she was sufficiently deficient in obedience.

   Olaf moved into the sleeping room, removing his outer robe and footwear in exchange for more comfortable house garb.  Coming back out, his girl had set the table, and small pots were steaming as they waited for his approval.  Often, she would eat after he had finished his meal, but today he beckoned her to sit across from him and eat with him.

   One of his closest friends, who had helped him through the arduous process of becoming a master, had suggested that perhaps that might have a little get together with their slaves in a few days.  Between close friends, this was a very common thing, but Olaf was unsure how he would feel sharing his girl with Jann, even though Jann was a very gentle soul.  Jann had acquired his second slave only a few months before Olaf got his first, and Olaf had to admit that she was quite stunning.  He would not trade though, for he had become quite attached to his girl.

   It was unfortunate, he reflected, that the naming of slaves was forbidden.  Officially, it made sense - a name meant an identity, and slave were supposed to exist solely to serve a function.  One does not name a slave any more than one would name hammer or toilet.  In the way of things here, though, many found ways around this, calling a favorite slave by the diminutive form, or by something which sounded like their number.  For while no slave could have a name, all slaves had a number so that they could be kept track of and organized, much like hammers or toilets might have a serial number.

   Olaf had taken to thinking of her as, "Sklavia," which was a distorted version of the word for slave in the language of his homeland.  Naked, save for her cooking apron, she sat across from him, watching him eat.  He worried that her eyes betrayed too much adoration for him.  He hoped maybe it would be mistaken for a more appropriate feeling of devotion.

   As was his custom, Olaf thanked her for the supper when he was done, and watched her clear the remnants of the meal and begin washing.  Her blond hair tumbled down her shoulders as she scrubbed the dishes in the sink, her youthful breasts jouncing with the effort.

   Unable to contain himself any longer, Olaf came up behind her, placing his fingertips on her ribs as he breathed softly into her ears.  Playfully, she tried to shake him off so that she could finish her job, but Olaf let his fingertips wander, until they found her nipples.  Pinching them gently between his fingers as he held her breasts, she let out a tell-tale gasp - washing dishes was a lost cause.

   Pushing her forward ever so slightly and pinning her against the sink, Olaf aimed his raging erections between her soft buttocks, penetrating her smoothly to the accompaniment of much heaving breathing.  She was as wet as a rainforest, and he stroked in and out slowly.

   "Why are you not washing my dishes?" he asked playfully, punctuating the question with a short fast thrust which almost made the girl drop the dish she had still been holding.

   "Please to not distract me then," she replied, putting down the dish, and reaching behind her to urge him on.  Olaf loved her thick accent and broken speech - it made her seem more familiar and more exotic at the same time.  "Or please to take me harder!"

   With that, Olaf pushed her head down, so that her face was almost in the sink, and began giving it to her in earnest, his thighs slapping against her buttocks as his cock sawed in and out of her sodden folds.  He groaned in ecstasy as he felt her fingernails gliding over his balls, urging him on, and then grabbing them lightly as she howled in the throes of orgasm.  This pushed him over the edge, as he thrust as far into her as he could and released his load into her with a sigh of accomplishment.

   When he had recovered sufficient strength to get off her, she obediently dropped to her knees as she had been trained to clean him off, sucking just a little harder than she knew he liked, prompting him to try to pull her head away from his sensitive organ.  Instead she pushed her face even more into his crotch, swallowing his entire length, bringing stirs of life to his penis again.  Smiling, she rose to her feet, picked up the dish that had been abandoned earlier, and looked at him with her best innocent look.

   "But just I try to be bestest slave for you!"

   He smiled back, pinching her ass before retiring to the sleeping room.  He had been putting off telling her about the get-together.  He had not taken her out of the apartment since her arrival, and there were a few things in which he his training of her had been lax.  Those would have to be remedied soon.

   When she was done with the chores, she wandered in, slipping into his arms.  Having her around made him feel so less lonely in this land.  It was usually when lying together like this that he would tell her about his day and what was going on in the greater world.  He didn't know how much of it she understood, since most of her language instruction had centered on practical terms a slave would be expected to know.

   But now, instead of speaking, he was silent, just listening to them both breathe.

   Eventually, he spoke.

   "Sklavia, Jann has suggested that he and I have dinner tomorrow.  You will accompany me."  He had spoken of Jann enough that, while she had never met him, he could tell she recognized the name.  

   "It would dishonor me to refuse his generous invitation, so I have accepted."  This wasn't easy to say.   He wanted to make she understood what he was getting at.  "You will be expected to perform as a good slave for him, treating him as if he were me."

   Olaf felt her tense up, a sign that she understood what he meant.

   "Anything he asks, you must do, or it would be a dishonor to us both.  Likewise, I will be expected to test the training of his slavegirl.  Not to would be an insult.  I have trained you well, and he will be gentle, so you have nothing to fear."

   She said nothing, but rolled towards him, and kissed him lovingly.  He could see the fear and pleading in her eyes, but she had been trained not to say anything.  He kissed her again.

   "There is one more thing a slave is expected to do that we have not done.  I doubt he will try this, but you must be prepared."

   Olaf could see the question on her face but rather than answer, he drew her to him, stroking her side reassuringly as they kissed.  With very little further encouragement, he found his cock had come to life again.  She noticed too, and gently stroked him with one hand as he ran his hands over her naked body.

   Shedding his robe, Olaf lay back on the bed, pulling her on top of him.  She guided his member into her hot wet center as she settled down on him.  Olaf pulled her forwards so that she was lying on top of him as he gently moved in and out, enjoying the sensation to the full.  

   Her eyes closed, her breathing ragged, she was biting her lip in pleasure, a habit Olaf found indescribably sexy.  Stroking her face, Olaf put his finger on her lips.  She accepted the finger into her mouth and sucked on it as Olaf continued the steady rhythm.  After a minute, he removed the fingers, and increased his pace a little bit.  He could tell that she was getting close to orgasm as she flushed red.

   When he judged she was pretty close, Olaf let his saliva lubricated finger rest on her anus.  Seeing no reaction, Olaf pushed gently, letting the finger snake in to her nether hole.  He could see her face reflecting the surprise of the penetration competing with desperate need to come.  Slowing down to keep her on the edge, Olaf worked the finger in and out a few times, before adding a second finger.  The girl just moaned in pleasure though as Olaf worked the two fingers in time to the thrusting of his penis into her drenched pussy.

   When he felt her finally relax, he decided to reward her with her first come, so he drove both fingers in as far and as hard as he could, and pumped into her vagina with all of his strength, valiantly fighting the urge to come himself.  Her eyes fluttered as her moaning became screaming.  He felt her body spasm around his penis and invading fingers, as she convulsed a few times before going slack.  Withdrawing all penetrating digits, Olaf moved out from under her, leaving her lying face down on the bed, face flush and breathing hard.  

   Pushing her legs slightly further apart, Olaf guided his shining penis towards her now exposed asshole.  She shuddered when the tip of his penis came into contact with her ass.  Olaf pushed against the reluctant  opening with his cock still lubricated from its time in her pussy. 

   "Push back," he whispered in her ear, watching her fingers curl into fists clutching the sheet, as the head of his cock slipped into her hole, distending it in a way he found somewhat fascinating.

   Giving her a minute to adjust, Olaf admired the incredible eroticism of the girl under him, her white knuckle grip on the bed, her face red from exertion, her blond hair matted with sweat to her forehead.  When he thought her ready, he experimentally moved further in.  He felt her ass clench tightly around him for a minute, so he told her to relax before he realized she was coming again.  When Olaf started fucking her in earnest, he realized that she had slipped a few fingers into her pussy to keep herself going.  When she tripped into her third orgasm, Olaf couldn't hold back any more, and came hard, pumping in and out of her ass in long strokes to the accompaniment of her incoherent screaming in their home language.


   Later, as they lay in bed with her head on his chest, she smiled and whispered to him her favorite phrase, "I be bestest slave for you now!"



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Christmas was kind to my writing :) I may take a shot at continuing My Megan at some point, after I finish a story for s special someone.

This story was originally going to be one which was a quick one with an actual ending, but it's turned out so well that I keep finding myself tempted to continue writing.

I read the most excellent story the other day - Intersection by David Lawrence (you can find it here - http://assm.asstr.org/Year2003/46056).  It made me realize that while I write well, I have a long ways to go before I write beautifully.  

Lastly, my apologies to anyone who was caught off-guard by The Breaking.  I didn't mean for it to be so brutal - it just came out that way.  I felt like it was kind of heartless - just as brutal as the Fun series but without the humor.

Best,
Foxbat
