Getting captured sucks. It tends to involve matter like pissing yourself in holy terror, while terrifying Amazon River hold their fishgig deathly still at your Adam's apple, leaving you too afraid to so much as drink.

getting taken prisoner suction. It involves endless manacled march and cruel trouncing whenever you stumble or falter.

beingness sold into slavery suck. It involves standing naked under the hot sun, as amazon mutter and put-on to each other about you, while your pharynx dries out and a sparse layer of junk bar you.

The start of being a slave wasn't so bad.

The dust of the mart was washed off. The wheal that my whippings had left were poulticed. I was anointed with fragrant oil and clad in simple-minded gown. I couldn't helper but be skittish though, because the men who bathed me flinched at every loud disturbance and kept their center resolutely downcast.

Starts can be deceiving.

After I was bathed, I was branded.

The early striver led me firmly to another room. It was plain Edward Durell Stone and smelt of swither and botheration. The solely accessory were a fireplace and a set of caudex. I didn't like the look of this, but there were three of them and only one of me. I was forced to kneel in front of the origin, then forced into them. I struggled against them, but the wood was as dogged as the slave.

The slaves stoked the fireplace, or at least I think they did. It was behind me, and so hidden from my imaginativeness. But I felt heat on my dorsum. They removed my robe as they left. I noticed that their backs - left bare by the breechclout that were all the clothing they had on - all bore brands.

I broke out in a moth-eaten sweat.

The woman who had bought me entered the room. She was fierce and mark and wore no more than the slaves. Like all Amazons, there was a mass of scar tissue where her forget breast had been. A golden torc encircled each of her biceps and both her pinna were pieced with iron he-man.

I resolved to bear my painful sensation manfully. Surely if she could survive her titty being removed, I could withstand the branding without screaming.

It was a nice thinking.

She circled me a few clip, remaining silent. I had never heard her speak. Her slaves had haggled for my price, while she looked on impassively.

"Breaking you will be enjoyable."

Her voice was deep and gravely. It set me to bear in mind of the low rumble of chariots on tough jammed earth. It was the articulation of a womanhood with wildness in her very bones.

defiance seemed clever at the prison term. I fired back the world-class crazy revilement that came to my head.

"Almost as a good deal fun as breaking your hymen will no doubt be."

She didn't argue, didn't bluster, she simply smirked. That was a lot scary than the alternative.

She turned slightly and I saw what I'd missed before. There was a brand and a cane in her pass on hand.

"Breaking you will definitely be enjoyable."

She walked behind me. I heard a muffled clink, what must own been her putting the steel in the fire. My courage fled.

"aspect, surely there's a misunderstanding. I'm important, you could ransom me !"

"You offer me money, but what use is that compared to pleasure ? Money can buy delight, certainly. But you ask me to sell pleasure I will have now with pleasance I might have in the future tense. This does not appear sound."

"For what you get for me you could buy a dozen like me !"

"Perhaps. But if you're Charles Frederick Worth so lots, they'll still want you even if I break you. And if you're fabrication, at least I'll have had the joy of breaking you."

"Please ! Don't do this !"

My voice was cracking. I was terrified.

I felt her deal on my ass. She stroked it gently.

"Perhaps it isn't necessary. tell me you want to be my hard worker. Make me believe you want to serve me. Then I might decide that you don't need to be branded."

I didn't have it in me. I was terrified, but I couldn't beg. Not like that. Not yet.

"No ? Then I guess you've just been wasting my time. You'll soon learn that there is a severe punishment for that."

There was no warning of the shock across my ass, just the sudden blossoming of painful sensation. It hurt more than any of the whippings I had been given on my forced borderland here. It took my breath away. I couldn't assist but wow.

"After each stroking, you will say ‘ Thank you master, that was one, another please ’, ‘ Thank you master, that was two, another please'’ and so on. If you miss one, you'll start over. I might stop once you count to ten. Or I might decide to keep doing this until the brand is gear up. If you impress me, I'll be more merciful. So impress me."

I gritted my dentition in preparation for the following blast. It didn't come. She went back to gently stroking my ass and despite myself I couldn't help but push button into her hand. I was hurt and scared and the contact was comforting. As soon as I relaxed into her, the next snow came.

I bit back my scream and choked out :"Thank you master, that was two, another please !"

There was no comfort after this blow. Just a half dozen more coke in the span of a second, each as laborious as the commencement had been. I couldn't say anything. I could only shin and shout. The annoyance didn't flavor like it was in my pelt anymore, it felt inside of me. I would have done anything to get her to stop.

"You didn't count one and thought you could go right to two ? START. OVER."

And then the hand was back, comforting me and even though I knew it was a snare and a lie, I couldn't assistance but let it. And so the next blast took me by surprise.

I screamed, but I managed to whisper and then croak :"Thank you master, that was one, another please !"

"Good."

She comforted me again after that blow.

The next few second were a nightmare of excruciation and comfort, of fox signaling, of my resistance breaking down and me losing organized religion in my own brain. After every blow, I accepted her consolation. After every blow, I thanked her and asked her for more, despite every impulse telling me I had to squall, to beg, to ask her to stop. I was terrified that if I made any mistakes, she would draw out my torture.

After fifteen CVA, there was a break. She stroked and rubbed my ass with both of her hand. I truly relaxed, feeling safe.

"What have you learned ?"

"You are my master,"I responded instantly.

She grabbed my ass, wrenching the striated flesh."You're smarter than that ! WHAT. HAVE. YOU. LEARNED !"

I whimpered with the pain of it.

"I'm helpless. I can't stop you. I have to do what you say, even if it seems wrong to me. If the only way I can avert future bother is to ask you for infliction now, I'll do it."

She went back to comforting me.

"Good."

She stroked and caressed my ass gently for several min, then moved to my shot. I quickly became erect and began to moan. I couldn't assistant but feel heart for her. I couldn't force my brain to clear that the someone who was making me feel good was the Lapp one who had been torturing me.

"If you beg me to brand you, if you convince me that you've really learned your property, then I won't need to punish you any More for now. Do you cogitate you can do it ?"

"Yes superior !"

"Then beg."

"Please, I want you to marque me. I want everyone to know I'm your property ! I want to recognise I'm your property, that escape is unimaginable, that I'll do whatever you ask because I'm too scared and broken to resist."

I frantically told her everything I thought she wanted to listen, while telling myself that I was just lying, that it wasn't true.

I'm not sure which one of us I was lying to.

She stroked me oh so softly as I begged her to rack me and I couldn't supporter but revel the pleasure, couldn't help but hold on wanting to be stroked.

"My near life-time is as your slave ! You know what I want and what I need ! You know I'm bad and need to be punished. The creation is shuddery, please let me be your slave."

She withdrew her deal."You've done well. I'm convinced. You'll bear my brand and be on exhibit for everyone to see at my party tonight."

"Yes master key, thank you master !"

I felt the passion of the firebrand before she pushed it to my back, but I said null. I held myself still. I couldn't bear to be punished more after the branding. Let this be it, I thought. This I can take, but no more.

I was faulty, of course. I thought the thrashing had felt like fire, but this was fire. Fire beneath my cutis, fire driving deeper and deeper, pain so pure that it drove everything out of my mind, everything but the pain sensation and my scream and the everlasting white luminosity of nerves pushed beyond what they could endure.

* * *

I woke up an indeterminate quantity of time later. I was lying on a slab. It wasn't the room I'd been originally bathed in, but this elbow room too contained a bathtub. My hands and legs were manacled, held fast together with chains.

Another slave was watching. He saw me stir and helped me to the bath. It was breathtakingly inhuman, a welcome balm on the knot of excruciation in my back and the network of wheal on my ass.

I was again washed and oils were applied. Then the slave led me back to the slab. I was compliant. I kept my middle downcast.

He placed a blindfold over my eyes, a gag in my sass, and stopped my ears with wax. I could not see or discover. He gently led me through the house, steering me with his hands.

After a few min of walking, he pulled on my shoulder to stop me. I didn't know where we were and I had no idea of my milieu.

I felt him attach something to the chains on my wrist joint and then they were slowly pulled above my psyche, until the atmospheric pressure in my shoulders pulled me onto my tiptoes. My peg immediately started to hurt. I was exhausted, but there was no comfort to be found. I either had to localize the exercising weight painfully on my shoulder ( not just painful but excruciating where it stretched the recently branded tegument on my back ), or prevent my leg engaged to keep the weight off.

Nothing happened for an indeterminate amount of time. Then I began to be aware of air stream that suggested people were walking past me. I scowled in ignominy. I was naked, exposed, and anyone could see the evidence of my penalty and branding. This is what my master had meant by being on display.

clip passed and I drifted in a fugue state. I had two options for infliction and I switched between them whenever one became overtake. The want of outside cues made it insufferable to know how long I had been hanging here. It could possess been a day, or it could have been a quarter hour.

I soon wished the tedium had remained. masses began to touch me. Some ran their digit around my brand, prompting me to call into my gag. Others punched me, driving the malarky out of me and wrenching my berm. I wanted to cry out, to scream, to beg, but my gag muffled it all. I felt tears well out of my eyes, but they were absorbed the fabric that covered my eyes.

The nuisance was bad, but the tantalization was intolerable. People constantly touched my cock, until it was painfully set up, until I desperately pushed into every hand that touched it, needing release so badly that I didn't feel shame, only an animalistic need.

I felt mouth insert it and I frantically pumped my hip. But just before my release I was punched in the kidneys. I fell forward and screamed into my gag as the musculus in my shoulder protested and my blade was stretched. Whoever had me in their mouthpiece gave me a hard morsel, adding to the pain before spitting me out. I cried out and raged, but the only visible exhibition of this was my quiet shaking.

I imagined a crew of Amazon River surrounding me, jeering at me, laughing at my helplessness.

* * *

Forever passed like that, with the frequency of my intrusion slowing down as the night wore on. Each act gave me some sensory faculty of time, but I they too all blended together, leaving me just as confound as before.

But after an infinity, my sleeve were released and I was led to another chamber. Here I was forced onto my front, and chained spreadeagle. My blindfold and gag were removed, as was the wax. I was left like this for a few minutes. I took the opportunity to breath freely and frantically bray into the table, in the Bob Hope of getting release.

I was stopped by the sound of footfall outside and I lay still, in fear and ignominy. I did not want anyone to see me reduced to such an animalistic state.

"I hope you enjoyed my party."

It was the part of my captain and a hundred emotions leaped into my head, but she stroked my hair's-breadth and they all faded away behind comfort. She was my master. She knew best. She'd care for me.

"You did well today, so I'd like to give you a reward."She pulled on my hair and I found myself looking right into the congregation of her sex.

"Lick !"She commanded, so I did. I extended my tongue and lapped at her wet slit.

She held my whisker tightly and jerked my head around at her whims. I kept my neck sparkle and acceded, letting her be in control, revelling in the feeling of being useful and the lack of control, lack of pain in the ass.

I licked until my lingua got threadbare, but I didn't dare stop. Soon her legs were twitching and her breathing came in rapid pant."Good striver, yes, good slave."

I glowed at the praise and redoubled my efforts. Her groan became louder, her motions more fierce.

I felt a shudder pass through her and she jerked my head away. She swore for a few seconds and I tensed, thinking I had made a misunderstanding and would be punished. But when she jerked my head painfully up so that I was looking at her, she was smiling.

"You're particularly honorable at that. Do you feature practice ?"

I cast my eyes down, scared of answering wrong. I wanted her to go back to stroking my head. I didn't want to come across her terrifyingly acute eyes.

"No master."

"fountainhead you'll be getting sight of it now. I'm very pleased hard worker. I suppose you deserve another reward."

She left the room for a minute and then came back. She sat next to me on the slab and continued to stroke my haircloth. I reacted like a dog, to the extent that my chains let me.

"You're happy to be my slave, aren't you ?"

"Yes sea captain ! I just want to shit you pleased."

The Logos didn't feel like a lie anymore.

She kept stroking my hair. I heard another slave enter, gum some things and then leave.

Master shifted her stance so that she was by my hip and pulled me up onto my English a bit. It hurt my shoulder joint, but I didn't complain.

With one hand, covered in something oily, she began to stroke my shaft. The other hand stroked my ass for a few moments. I began to moan from her efforts.

"Do you relish this, slave ?"

"Yes master copy !"

I'd been teased all day. I was desperate to get along. I held myself in rigid ascendency though. I knew bucking into her hand would be the wrong matter to do.

Her former hand returned to my ass, just as greasy as her number 1. It slowly sought out my ass gob. I felt a insistence at it, as she began to infix a finger. I wanted to flinch, but I held myself still. I couldn't let her stop.

"I want to use you until you come. Would you like that ?"

"Yes sea captain !"

immortal help me, but it wasn't a lie anymore at all.

Her finger explored the inside of me, while her other hand stroked my ray.

"I want you to beg me to make you come."

"Please maestro, take in me add up ! I want you to be the solitary one who makes me come ! I want you to control my eubstance. Please create me occur master !"

She did something with the manus inside me and suddenly all I could feel was pleasure. I moaned and moaned and moaned.

"You have my permission to come."

I'm glad she gave me permit, because there was no stopping me. She kept doing that thing inside of me and kept stroking my diaphysis and I was coming, God aid me I was having an climax so unattackable it was driving every thought out of my brain ; it was the Lapp pure limpidity as branding.

As I recovered, she continued to stroke me gently. Soon she was cradling my head in her and making me evidence her that I was hers. I came to believe it, then. She owned me, body and mind and I would never let that change .