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  ‘I had hoped you would let me play with your pretty new slaves,’ she went on. ‘We had such fun the other night, and my own girls seem so dull. They have no spirit, and I do so want to hear that fat bottomed Aprinian slut howl again. The pale savage too. I want to break her. Just let me have them for the night, and I’ll send over three of my little nut coloured Vendjomois bitches to keep you amused.’

  ‘They are yours,’ Assivetes answered casually, gesturing to Cianna. ‘I ask only that they are sent back with their skin intact.’

  ‘Oh I shan’t hurt them, dearest,’ Lai-Kasae went on. ‘No more than a little, anyway. I don’t suppose their bottoms are even healed yet, after all.’

  ‘Not entirely,’ Assivetes admitted, reaching down to smack at Cianna’s thigh.

  Cianna moved, showing her bottom, and the back of her thighs, which were still welted, with fading bruising covering much of her skin.

  ‘It does show up on such pale flesh,’ Lai-Kasae remarked. ‘No matter, she can take a little more I dare say, and her breasts are quite fresh.’

  Babalyn came back, to pour wine, which Lai-Kasae swallowed at a gulp, holding out her goblet for more.

  ‘You’re coming home with me,’ Lai-Kasae announced. ‘Your savage friend too. Aren’t you lucky little things?’

  ‘Yes, Elite Mistress,’ Babalyn answered, failing to hide the tremor in her voice.

  ‘She is already scared,’ Lai-Kasae laughed. ‘How wonderful! Does anyone train a slave girl quite like me, Assivetes dearest?’

  ‘You have a knack, certainly,’ Assivetes admitted.

  ‘I do,’ Lai-Kasae admitted, then gestured to her male slave. ‘Now, this big ox here will help me home, and come back with my girls. He can fuck them for you too. I know you like that, don’t you, dearest?’

  Assivetes nodded as Lai-Kasae made to rise, leaning heavily on her slave. Cianna exchanged a look with Babalyn, who seemed to be on the verge of tears, but followed obediently as the woman they had been given to for the night lurched from the room.

  Walking behind Lai-Kasae, they left the house, making their way through the warm, sticky Makean night, to a door in a wall, much like the one which led into the garden of Assivetes. Inside was a small courtyard, with twin cressets throwing black shadow and red light from trees and bushes. Cianna took Babalyn’s hand, finding it trembling and wet with sweat.

  Three of the small brown skinned Vendjomois girls sat on the grass beneath the cresset. At the approach of their mistress they put their faces to the ground, to be dismissed at a word, following the Makean from the courtyard. Cianna and Babalyn followed Lai-Kasae into the house, which was oddly silent. They climbed the stairs, into a wide chamber illuminated by a dozen candles, with the arches that normally gave onto the outside hidden behind drapes.

  ‘We are alone,’ Lai-Kasae stated, ‘and we shall remain alone until the morning. Pour wine.’

  Babalyn moved to where a tray stood on a table, with a jug and three goblets. Pouring one, she brought it to Lai-Kasae.

  ‘You also,’ Lai-Kasae said. ‘Both of you.’

  Babalyn obeyed, pouring a second goblet with a shaking hand, then a third. Cianna took hers, sipping at the rich red wine.

  ‘Have you tasted such wine before?’ Lai-Kasae asked.

  Cianna shook her head.

  ‘Yes, Elite Lady,’ Babalyn answered quietly.

  ‘When you were free, I suspect you often drank vintages as fine,’ Lai-Kasae went on.

  Babalyn nodded.

  ‘You were as high, perhaps, as I,’ Lai-Kasae said. ‘How does it feel, to have been made a slave?’

  Babalyn cast Cianna a worried look, mumbling something incoherent.

  ‘You need not be afraid, little one,’ Lai-Kasae went on. ‘Answer me.’

  ‘Terrible,’ Babalyn answered quietly.

  ‘Still unbroken then,’ Lai-Kasae said thoughtfully. ‘My little Vendjomois girls welcome their role. They understand that it is their nature. Some of us are free, little Babalyn, some slave. You, I think, are truly slave. You, Cianna, I am less certain of. Perhaps we shall discover? Now, we shall play dice, and on each throw, she who looses will be punished. First then, for a breast whipping. Kneel on the floor.’

  As Cianna and Babalyn knelt, Lai-Kasae walked quickly to a trunk, opening it to extract a horn cup and three six sided dice. Cianna took another swallow of her wine, her determination not to be broken rising inside her. Dipping further into the trunk, Lai-Kasae pulled out a short quirt, then a hank of red silk cord, the sight drawing a little whimpering noise from Babalyn.

  ‘To add spice,’ Lai-Kasae said as she returned to them, ‘I must exceed your score if I am to punish you. Now, Babalyn, throw.’

  Babalyn took the cup, her hand trembling, and threw the dice out onto the rug. A total of fourteen spots showed, and Babalyn’s lips moved in what might have been a prayer. Lai-Kasae took the dice, shaking them in the cup and throwing them out. Only seven spots showed, and to Cianna’s surprise she gave a little drunken giggle. Cianna exchanged a look with Babalyn, but said nothing, taking the cup herself. She rolled, her heart sinking to see only five spots showing.

  ‘Quirt her, Babalyn,’ Lai-Kasae ordered. ‘Six cuts. Stick out your breasts, Cianna.’

  ‘I should whip her?’ Babalyn queried.

  ‘Do as you are told,’ Lai-Kasae answered.

  ‘Yes, Elite Mistress,’ Babalyn answered, picking up the quirt.

  Cianna had placed her hands behind her head, thrusting out her bare breasts towards Babalyn. The quirt came up, and down, a light blow, barely stinging.

  ‘Harder,’ Lai-Kasae ordered. ‘Make her cry out.’

  Babalyn nodded, again bringing down the quirt across Cianna’s breasts, now harder, making them quiver and leaving a pale red line across the milky white surfaces.

  ‘Harder, I said, much harder,’ Lai-Kasae demanded. ‘Come, I want passion. I want pain.’

  The quirt smacked down again, and Cianna gasped, the leather tip catching one nipple. Both were erect, sticking proudly up from the crests of her breasts, one now marked with an angry red line.

  ‘Better,’ Lai-Kasae said, ‘now underneath. Make them jump.’

  Babalyn obeyed, planting a firm cut on the undersides of Cianna’s breasts to make them bounce and wobble. Cianna gasped at the pain, feeling the tears start in her eyes. Again Babalyn cut, higher and harder, and again Cianna squeaked in reaction, then again as the sixth cut fell, full across her nipples.

  ‘Enough,’ Lai-Kasae stated.

  Cianna sat back, hugging her whipped breasts. Her breathing was fast, and ragged, her sex warm, and she knew that even if she was broken, she was likely to reach a climax first.

  ‘Again,’ Lai-Kasae said. ‘Twelve cuts this time. Cianna, throw.’

  Cianna took the cup and threw, her mouth coming open in horror and all three dice settled to show a single spot. Babalyn giggled, Lai-Kasae giving a faint click of her tongue. Taking up the cup, Lai-Kasae threw, scoring twelve, then Babalyn, with eight. Cianna already had her breasts pushed out as Lai-Kasae reached for the quirt.

  She was trembling, her breasts quivering as Lai-Kasae bent the shaft of the quirt back, eyes glittering with pleasure. It snapped in, hard across Cianna’s breasts, drawing out a cry of pain. Lai-Kasae laughed, again drawing the shaft back, and again letting go. Cianna was watching, and saw the quirt smack into the flesh of her breasts, high up, making them quiver and bounce as she gasped in response.

  A third cut was laid in, and a fourth, until Cianna was trembling hard and mumbling prayers, struggling to keep her chest pushed out and not to beg. Lai-Kasae kept on, stroke after cruel stroke, until Cianna’s breast flesh bore a mess of scarlet welts, wet with sweat, the nipples straining to attention. Yet she held herself, until it was over, taking a hurried swallow of wine. Lai-Kasae was plainly excited, her eyes bright and her mouth slightly open, her full lips quivering slightly as she once more picked up the cup.

  ‘A cunt whipping,’ she said softly. ‘Six strokes.’

  Cianna swallowed hard, watching as the dice rolled out, to show six spots. Lai-Kasae gave a little sob, to Cianna’s surprise, and passed Babalyn the cup. Babalyn rolled, scoring ten, then Cianna, with a full fifteen, looking up to find Lai-Kasae wide eyed and trembling.

  Without a word, Lai-Kasae turned, pushing out her bottom. Cianna and Babalyn exchanged looks of surprise, but Lai-Kasae was already pulling up her gorgeous robe, exposing a slim, naked bottom, the dark cheeks spread wide.

  ‘Am I to beat you?’ Cianna queried.

  Lai-Kasae nodded. Her eyes were closed, her lower lip trembling hard, but her bottom was flaunted, lifted high enough to show the pouting lips of her sex, with white fluid glistening at the mouth of her vagina. Cianna glanced at Babalyn again, who shrugged and passed her the quirt.

  Cianna took it, bending the shaft back as she moved it close to Lai-Kasae’s trim sex lips and letting go to smack the tip down onto the soft flesh. Lai-Kasae screamed, then sank face down onto the rug, sobbing, but still with her bottom lifted. Cianna smacked her again, on the mound of her sex, wringing fresh cries, to leave Lai-Kasae shaking and panting on the floor. Again Cianna applied the quirt, and again, leaving the dark flesh of Lai-Kasae’s sex criss-crossed with purple lines. She was clutching at the rug, and making little snivelling noises, but she stayed still, for Cianna to finish off the whipping, with two firms cuts, full between the lips of her sex.

  Lai-Kasae sank face down, in tears, her swollen, puffy sex pushed out towards the girls. Cianna reversed the quirt, and slid the handle into the wet hole of Lai-Kasae’s sex, provoking only a low moan. Slowly, Cianna began to fuck her, moving the quirt handle in and out. When Lai-Kasae made no protest, Cianna became bolder, reaching under Lai-Kasae’s sex to stroke the welts and rub the big, glossy clitoris that was poking out from between her sex lips.

  Babalyn moved closer, reaching out to stroke Lai-Kasae’s bottom, then to plant a timid, experimental smack on one trim cheek. In response Lai-Kasae gave a tiny, broken sob and lifted her bottom. Babalyn smacked again, more firmly, making Lai-Kasae’s bottom quiver. Again Lai-Kasae gave a muted cry, unmistakably of pleasure. Gaining confidence, Babalyn began to spank, slapping Lai-Kasae’s bottom with firm, open handed swats. Lai-Kasae moaned, pushing her bottom right up, and she was coming, under Cianna’s fingers, her sex contracting on the quirt, her anus winking, calling out in ecstasy.

  ‘Tie me. Use me,’ she sighed as she rolled over onto the floor. ‘Debase me, anything.’

  Cianna took the cord, still uncertain, but Lai-Kasae said nothing, only lifting her arms as Babalyn reached out to pull off the robe. Nude, Lai-Kasae seemed younger, and smaller, her pert body no different from that of any other girl, slave or not. Her chest was heaving, her eyes glazed, and as Cianna began to tie her ankles together she merely sighed. Babalyn joined in, pulling Lai-Kasae’s arms down to her ankles, to allow Cianna to tie them off. More bonds followed, in a pattern Cianna had herself been put in more than once, knees tucked up to her chest, wrists bound to ankles, thighs tied to the upper body, helpless, with her sex vulnerable, also her bottom.

  ‘Now use me,’ Lai-Kasae sighed as Cianna tied off the last knot. ‘Make me learn how it feels to be a slave. Punish me, debase me, make me lick you both.’

  ‘She is like me,’ Babalyn said, ‘before I was taken. I used to come over how it would feel. Not now. Her need is genuine though, use her.’

  ‘I’m going to sit on her head then!’ Cianna declared gleefully. ‘To make her lick my tuppenny, and to put her tongue well up my bottom, as that fat woman made me the other night.’

  Babalyn clapped in delight as Cianna rolled Lai-Kasae onto her back, face up, eyes wide, full mouth a little open. Giggling, Cianna took a draught of her wine, then cocked a leg across Lai-Kasae’s prone body, settling her bottom down onto the bound woman’s face.

  ‘Lick me!’ Cianna ordered, rubbing her sex in Lai-Kasae’s face. ‘Tuppenny first.’

  Lai-Kasae obeyed immediately, probing Cianna’s sex with her tongue, in the hole, then onto the clitoris.

  ‘She’s doing it!’ Cianna sighed. ‘Oh lovely! Yes, like that. Fuck her, Babalyn. She’s sure to have a dildo for her slaves!’

  Babalyn went to the chest, laughing, rummaging briefly before pulling out a great wooden phallus with a system of straps attached to it. As Cianna rode Lai-Kasae’s face, Babalyn fitted the dildo, fumbling the straps in her haste. Cianna turned, eager to watch, settling her bottom on Lai-Kasae’s face once more, only now with her anus against the woman’s nose. As Babalyn squatted down, Cianna wriggled her bottom, squirming her bottom ring against Lai-Kasae’s snub nose so that the tip went up. Babalyn took the phallus, pushing the head to Lai-Kasae’s sex, and up, laughing as their erstwhile Mistress’ vagina filled. Lai-Kasae was shivering, her whole body tense, moving on the fat dildo inside her and licking at Cianna’s sex.

  For a moment Cianna moved forward, pressing her bumhole to Lai-Kasae’s mouth and laughing aloud as a little sharp tongue poked up her bottom ring, licking the hot, wet hole.

  ‘She’s tonguing me, Babalyn!’ Cianna called. ‘Right up my bottom ring! Right in the hole!’

  Babalyn laughed in response, and leant forward, taking Cianna in her arms. They kissed, mouths open, tongues entwined. Cianna put her hands on Babalyn’s breasts, feeling the meaty globes and stroking the big nipples, each with its twist of wire. Babalyn was squirming, rubbing her sex on the base of the dildo, and all the while fucking Lai-Kasae. Cianna moved once more, pressing Lai-Kasae’s nose back up her bottom. Once more her clitoris was being licked, urgently, and she was starting to come, holding on tight to Babalyn, kissing hard, wiggling her bottom into Lai-Kasae’s face, her whole body going taught as the climax hit her. Babalyn was still trying to get there, and Cianna held on, cuddling her friend and stroking her breasts, until with a gasp she too came.

  They climbed off, giggling. Lai-Kasae lay still, breathing deeply. Her face was a mess, smeared with Cianna’s juices, her sex open, gaping for entry. She said nothing, but as Cianna put the goblet to her lips she swallowed, spilling some wine to add to the white fluid around her mouth.

  ‘Do we untie her?’ Cianna asked.

  ‘Only if she orders it,’ Babalyn answered. ‘Meanwhile, she said she wanted to be used, and I need to pee.’

  ‘To pee?’ Cianna demanded.

  ‘Why not?’ Babalyn answered. ‘She made me drink hers the other night, from a goblet, with everyone watching, including the other slaves. It’s probably her favourite thing to be made to do it herself.’

  Cianna shrugged, but Lai-Kasae made no move to resist as Babalyn squatted over her, plump, dark sex directly above Lai-Kasae’s face.

  ‘Here?’

  Babalyn merely shrugged and let go, sending a spray of urine out into the woman’s face. Immediately Lai-Kasae’s mouth came open, taking the pee in and struggling to swallow, but failing, leaving it bubbling out at the sides of her mouth. Babalyn laughed, and squatted lower, directing the full force of her stream in Lai-Kasae’s open mouth. Cianna put her hand to her mouth, giggling to see the woman who had always been cruel to them drinking her friend’s piddle in obvious pleasure.

  ‘Do it up her tuppenny!’ Cianna laughed, and Babalyn responded, rising, with pee still spurting from her sex.

  For a moment the thick stream of yellow fluid was splashing over Lai-Kasae’s bound legs, then onto her sex, filling the open hole to gush out and run down between her buttocks. Cianna laughed aloud, wondering what further indignities they could inflict before the game came to a halt. Lai-Kasae was drunk, very drunk, and it seemed likely that in the end both Babalyn and Cianna would suffer, but for the moment they had their victim helpless and highly aroused. It was too good to hold back.

  Taking the quirt, Cianna began to flick as Lai-Kasae’s sex, sending Babalyn’s pee spraying in every direction. Babalyn giggled and squatted lower, pissing directly onto Lai-Kasae’s clitoris as Cianna flicked at the little bud with the quirt. At that Lai-Kasae called out, in ecstasy, coming a second time.

  ‘Oh do look!’ Cianna called, in mocking imitation of Lai-Kasae’s voice. ‘She’s had a climax, how funny!’

  Babalyn giggled again, standing to empty the last of her pee into Lai-Kasae’s face. Wiggling her bottom to shake free the last few drops, Babalyn climbed off Lai-Kasae, and jumped onto the bed, beckoning Cianna to follow. They came together, kissing and stroking, laughing as they petted each other, with the woman they had used so well looking on meekly from the floor. Before long they were head to tail, faces sunk in each other’s tuppennies, licking and stroking. Cianna was going to come, lost in the pleasure of her friend’s body, her face buried in the plump black sex lips, when she heard the thump of a closing door. She was coming, holding tight to Babalyn and licking desperately, telling herself it was the wind, only to see new light flare, flickering on the ceiling.

  A voice sounded, male, calling Lai-Kasae’s name. Babalyn jumped up, Cianna too, making for the doorway in desperate hope of putting the newcomer off, but too late. He was already on the landing, a young man in the fine robes of a Makean Elite, looking into the room with his mouth open in amazement.

  ‘Help me,’ Lai-Kasai quavered, ‘they’ve violated me.’

  Chapter Four

  Cianna lay huddled in the bottom of the cart, sore, miserable and furious. Her buttocks and thighs were sore from the vicious whipping she and Babalyn had been given for the supposed ravishing of Lai-Kasai. It had been done with them strung up by their hands, face to face, in the courtyard of the house. Their pleas and protests had gone for nothing, Lai-Kasae’s word accepted without question, theirs dissmissed, only earning them slaps and curses.

  Once thoroughly beaten, the girls had been tied hand and foot, gagged and thrown into a cellar. All night they had lain there, terrified, until in the morning the fat steward who worked for Assivetes had arrived, with two male slaves. Without a word, their questions ignored, the girls had been bundled into the back of a cart. Old blankets had been thrown over them and they had left Lai-Kasai’s house, and Ketawa itself, until as the dawn light penetrated the thin weave over her head, Cianna found that she could glimpse trees to either side of them.

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