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Barbaria Act 2 Chapter 6PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF TARQUIN –30-YEAR-OLD OVERSEER AND SLAVE TRAINERThe voyage was longer than on most expeditions and I felt some trepidation as we moved further and further into the Eastern Sea. This was unknown territory for all of us. But, of course, the expedition was very necessary in view of the rumours we had heard about Sythia. No one should be permitted to challenge the might of Barbaria!I was on one of the transports in the reconnaissance fleet. As usual on an outward voyage, it was empty but for a handful of crew and we overseers… six men, six women. On the return journey, it would be full of slaves and we would start initiating them into their new mode of life immediately. They usually don’t take very kindly to that! But I can’t say I mind. I like a bit of resistance in young female captives!We of the reconnaissance had left the main fleet behind. It would not be brought up until we had found out the size and scope of the opposition. If it was small we would deal with it ourselves. If it were large, we would send for reinforcements. That way one didn’t risk the main fleet unnecessarily. It made sense and it had worked on previous occasions.On the third day after leaving the main fleet, a sail was sighted and we gave chase. By the gods, those galley slaves were really put to work! So it wasn’t long before this vessel was overhauled… and then overpowered. No problems there.As had been anticipated, this was a ‘scouting’ vessel for the Sythians. The main thing to do was find out where the Sythian domain was… and what was the size of their forces. So the crew were questioned. It seemed they were a stubborn lot. It wasn’t until the Captain and his first mate had had red-hot pokers rammed up their backsides… and the rest were threatened with the same… that the information was forthcoming.What was heard put most fears at rest. From all accounts, the might of Sythia had been much exaggerated. Their domain consisted of two islands. One small, no more than five miles in circumference, the other about three times that size. Not much of a threat to Barbaria there! Nor was their fleet which, it seemed, was not even as large as our reconnaissance fleet. So we forged ahead in the direction given us, taking the Sythian ship as our first prize. There would be many more, we reckoned!Within less than twenty four hours, the smaller island of the domain of Sythia was seen on the horizon. Aboard our fleet, assault troops were assembled. They were armed with a variety of weapons… slings, bow and arrows, catapults, swords, spears and so on. Also some special devices produced by Barbarian artificers, like studded balls on the end of chains and double-bladed hatchets. All the paraphernalia required by an army of a world power.At dawn, we sailed into the harbour of this Sythian island. There was so little resistance it was pathetic. Our troops landed with hardly any casualties and were soon in command of the main city. It was incredible to us how this rumour about the might of Sythia could ever have arisen. By all accounts (for we were not in the actual attack but waiting outside the harbour) the troops and citizens of this minor State seemed all too eager to give up. Frankly, I was rather annoyed that so many high personages in Barbaria had been put to so much trouble – and possible nervous agitation – by this puny community. How I wondered, could these rumours have arisen in the first place? The only true thing about them seemed to be the fact that their ruler, like ours was a woman. Well, I said to myself, she’ll get short shrift from Princess Alexena! It wouldn’t be a nice, clean sweep of the sword to finish her off … it would be years of mental and physical torment of a kind which scarcely bore contemplating! Still, losers were losers and anyone who dared to challenge Barbaria deserved what they got! In my opinion.Within a few hours of the initial landing, captives were coming aboard our transport, having been ferried out in flat-bottomed boats. There were men and women in more or less equally proportions … and, I must admit, they were a good-looking, seemingly well-fed lot. They also had an air of confident intelligence about them. This annoyed me rather. None of them seemed to appreciate that they had become slaves of the mighty State of Barbaria and all that that implied.The men were separated from the women and then, in groups of twelve, the women – who were my concern – were put into large cages set on the deck. A dozen to each cage.I entered the first cage and quite liked the look of what I saw. Healthy, robust young women. Some in their teens, some in their twenties. They all looked excellent slave material. The protests and chattering cries ceased as I came into the cage a three-foot whip of rawhide leather trailing from my right hand.“You are all now slaves of Barbaria,” I announced without preamble. “Obviously, at the moment, you don’t quite realize what this means. But you soon will.”Shouts of protest rose up.A pretty young blonde rushed at me, pounding her fists on my chest. “Monsters!” she cried, “how dare you violate our beautiful, innocent land!”That kind of thing made one want to laugh. How pathetic these outlandish people were! They had not the faintest conception of what being a great power implied. They had caved in. Instantly. They deserved their fate for such weakness, didn’t they?“Strip them all naked,” I ordered my men. “Then have this arrogant little blonde brought to my feet. “My team of four, all big, strong men and well experienced, went quickly to work. Amidst a lot of shrieking… with female fists and ankles flying… the robes quickly came off In no time at all, it seemed, there were twelve naked young lovelies before me, all trying to cover their more intimate parts with hands which were too small. Some were shivering; some were weeping.This was their introduction to slavery. It was always a difficult time for them.The blonde was dragged to my feet… by the hair… and screaming. I put my foot on her neck.“You, girl,” I said loudly, “are going to learn that you do not attack officers of the Barbarian empire!”“Y-You… b**sts… ohhhh… how can you t-treat helpless women… like this?” she shrieked, even though she was under my foot. I must admit, she had spirit. Which pleased me.“I will show you,’ I said easily. Then I beckoned to one of my men. “Horse her,” I ordered.The man hauled the girl up by her hair, still screaming, and flung her over his back. Expertly, he gripped her legs and pulled them around his body. Then he seized her ankles one by one, pulling down the girl’s wrists as he did so. Thus she was held over him, her naked back and buttocks arching conveniently. The girl had an excellent bottom. Very white and tender-looking. One obviously quite unused to pain.“You are going to learn to behave yourself!” I said loudly.Then I cracked the whip across her buttocks… and her terrible, gasping shriek echoed up into the sky. It was a shriek which casino oyna said… this pain cannot possibly be true!It cannot! It cannot!Yet it was!I gave it to her again, right across that curving bottom, and another howl of agony erupted. It would drive stark terror into the hearts of those who watched. And that was what I wanted.“EEEEEE… aaaaaiiiieee… EEEEEE! O-O-Ohhhh… y-you… c-cowards… y-you… d-devils… ““You’ll learn to watch your tongue, girl,” I said, and gave it to her for a third time.Ccrraa… aacckkk!That tender young bottom squirmed beautifully and another shriek rent the air. Similar sounds were coming from other cages on the deck nearby whilst, further off, the howls and bellows were deeper as women overseers got to work on male captives. As I raised my whip again, another blonde-haired girl detached herself from the group and came running wildly forward, arms outstretched. She had very good breasts and they danced delightfully.“Stop… ppp… ooohhh… stoo… ooppp… you can’t do this to young Deema!” she cried.“Can’t I?” I enquired with a cynical grin… and my whip set the girl’s bottom squirming agonisedly again.The newcomer leapt at me, gripping my arm. “Stop… stop … you cruel b**st!” she cried.Who are you?” I asked looking down at blazing blue-green eyes. “I… I’m Mara I… I’m Deema’s sister…” “Is that so?” I smiled. I signed to a nearby guard. “Horse her, too, “ I said. “We’ll make it a family affair.”Shrieking and struggling, Mara was hauled up like her sister, presenting me with her white back and buttocks. I guessed her a year or two older than Deema and she was slightly more fulsomely shaped.“Stt… oooppp it… stoo… ooopppp!”Ccrraa… aacckkk!Now Mara felt what her sister had just felt… and she contorted, writhed and screamed just as agonisedly. I gave her five. Then I gave Deema an extra one so that they were level again. I like to be fair! Then I had both weeping, sobbing girls carried up and down before the rest of the group. I pointed to those blood-red weals now Slashed across quivering buttock flesh.“Does anyone else want to have stripes like that across her bottom?” I demanded.Silence. Only petrified eyes. And some sobs and tears.“Because that’s what you will get… and plenty more, if need be… if you behave like these two…”Some terrible high-pitched howling-cries were coming from the next cage and all heads turned. One of the captives had been strung up, spreadeagled, on the side of the cage facing us. She was being flogged mercilessly.Stroke after stroke after stroke after stroke … .Until she lost consciousness.“You see what I mean, “ I said as the last awful choking wail died away.Now petrified eyes were even more petrified. There was much trembling and tears of terror ran down most cheeks.“Very well,” I said. “Now you will all make your first submission to your new masters. Each of you, in turn, will crawl here and kiss my feet… and then say ‘I am a slave of Barbaria’.“They looked at each other in frightened disbelief. As if I had asked them to do something indecent. But, of course, I hadn’t. That would come later! Already I was looking around, weighing them up, to see which one I would have first.I pointed with my whip to the nearest. “You, on your knees… crawl…”The girl, a pretty, brown-haired creature with doe-like eyes, looked around as if for help. Then I cracked my whip through the air, close to her trembling body. That did it! Sheer terror overcame her reluctance and with a gasping-moan, she fell to her knees and crawled towards me. By the time she arrived she was sobbing heartrendingly; No doubt her modesty and pride were very wounded! Too bad. She didn’t realize it was going to get far, far worse before very long.Her head bent over my leather boots; her lips pressed briefly.A pause.Then a whispering voice. “I… I… a-am… a… s-slave of… of Barbaria… ““Louder” I ordered. “Much louder. “She said it again. It was still not very loud, but I let it go.“Next!”The doe-eyed girl crawled away, giving me a nice view of her rounded bottom as it rolled from side to side. Another girl went down and came crawling. Now that the ice had been broken, they seemed to find it a bit easier. We’re all in this together, one could imagine them thinking. It’s no worse for me than for them. If she can do it, so can I. In any case … there is that dreadful whip!I left Deema and Mara till last. Then I ordered them put down and had them come crawling to me together. They were both sobbing incessantly, white shoulders heaving. Both obviously thought it was the end of the world! Poor dears … little did they know.“Stand up… the two of you.”They had to be helped to their feet and stood before me, wincing and shuddering. Their cheeks were wet with tears; their eyes were red. And in those eyes I saw mingled hate and terror shining through the torment.“You, if I recall aright,” I said, turning first to Deema, “had the temerity to address me as ‘monster’. You also called me a ‘devil’. A slave does not address her master in that fashion.”I saw Deema flinch at the word ‘slave’. For a moment, I thought she was going to deny she was any such thing. Then her eyes flickered to my whip and she bit her trembling lower lip. I smiled, then I turned to Mara. Yes … the girl had a superb figure. Really magnificent breasts, high and firm. She flushed deeply and covered them as she saw my eyes lustfully upon her. Yes, I guessed she would definitely be my first choice. “Hands away!” I ordered sharply.She hesitated, looking wildly left and right as If seeking a means of escape. I simply moved my whip slightly. With a moan, she lowered her hands. Also, her head.“Head up!” I snapped. You can’t let a new slave get away with anything. Now there was fury in her eyes, too. Yes, she would make a very good fuck. Plenty of spirit, plenty of resistance… which I would enjoy overcoming.“You, slave,” I said, “called me a b**st. A most insolent thing to do!” I shook my head almost sadly. “But you’ll learn. Both of you will learn that a master is addressed humbly and with respect.” I could see they both hated the idea of that. “Addressed simply as ‘Master’ … for that is what he is.”I made a sign to two of the guards who, as I had expected, had anticipated what I had in mind. Each advanced with an iron pear-gag which was held in the mouth by means of a broad leather strap across the lower part of the face. These gags were quire large, stretching a jaw uncomfortably and filling a mouth almost to choking point. Pretty uncomfortable to wear for any length of time. As Deema and Mara were about to find out.“Open wide,” encouraged one of the guards to Deema, at the time punching her sharply in her solar plexus. With a breathless gasp, the girl’s mouth sagged open and the iron gag was at once placed within, Deema’s gasp was replaced by a whinnying-choking sound. Meanwhile, the other guard had dealt similarly with Mara. Swiftly the broad straps went around and were buckled tight at the canlı casino siteleri back of each head. The eyes of both girls bulged with horror.With shock!With utter disbelief.How could such inhuman things be happening to them!They turned this way and that, looking at each other in terror and dismay.“I warned you that you would learn to watch your tongues,” I said, smiling upon them. Both were still gripped by guards. “You will both wear those gags for five hours. After that, perhaps you will be ready to show rather more respect.”They shook their heads.The choking whinnying sounds grew louder.They just couldn’t believe it!It was impossible!They simply couldn’t endure it!Those gags must come out NOW!Such was the incredible choking agony…Oh the terror in those eyes! And oh how pleadingly they looked upon me!“If you do not,” I concluded, “the gags will be put back and you will wear them for ten hours …”“Nnnnnneeeeeee… nnnnneeeeee…”“Eeeee… hhheeee… eeeeee…”“Twenty hours if necessary.” I favoured them with another smile. “There is really no limit. “Then I signed to the guards who pulled each girl’s arms behind her back and fastened her wrists with a thong of leather. The end of the thong ran up and was placed through a ring on the back of the strap which held in the gag. Each thong was pulled through the ring and, slowly and painfully, the girls’ arms were drawn up until their wrists were almost touching the strap. More discomfort.More pain.But they had to learn.Above all, they had to be made an example of. That, as often as not, is how one cows new captives. By example. Only the strongest, the most courageous, the most stubborn, seem relatively uninfluenced by what happens to others.Guards were man-handling each girl to the side of the cage. Here they were secured with more leather thongs, facing their comrades. I too, faced the terrified group.“Look upon Deema and Mara,” I said, addressing them, my legs astride and the butt of my whip held in both hands. “Look upon them and see what happens to slaves of Barbaria who show disrespect for their master. Learn the lesson!”I turned on my heel and one of the guards hurried to open the cage-door for me. without a backward glance, I strode out.There was no doubt in my mind that I had softened up that little bunch considerably. And they would be even more malleable by the time I returned!I walked along the line of cages with their varying contents. Naked flesh. Overseers and guards at work.Awful screams…Heart-rending pleas…All very familiar.One young girl was frantically trying to clamber up one side of the cage she was in, whilst a whip repeatedly cracked across her. She was desperate beyond all belief. A being suddenly endowed with abnormal strength … on account of pain. She fought … she scrabbled … she climbed. Most courageously. But that whip beat her at last. Shrieking, she lost her grip and fell to the deck with a terrible thump. That whip continued to fall.I moved on past cages which held male slaves.One was hanging by his heels and another whip was at work.One, wild with panic-stricken terror, had a leathern loop about his balls and was being hauled aloft. A young man with little future, I reflected.One, even more panic-stricken, seemed on the point of being castrated. The female overseer had a razor-sharp knife in her hand and a wicked look in her eye. That knife was hovering dangerously near…Ah yes, the State of Barbaria was in business again!Collecting its slaves. Ensuring its lifeblood.I went down to my cabin and took a rest.First I consumed a bottle of wine. To get relaxed. Frankly the expedition had been somewhat nerve-racking. Going into the unknown always is. However, it had turned out far more simple than anybody had imagined. Even top commanders had been rather on edge, that I knew.So I slept well for an hour or so, my last thought being of young Mara’s bottom as it squirmed under my whip. Soon, I reckoned, it would squirm for another reason. Resist she might out of maidenly modesty, but I would conquer her in the end.Women may fight tooth and claw to avoid ravishment… but how often those women ended up squealing in lustful release!When I awoke, I got down to another bottle of wine and sent to the Captain to see if there was any new of our fleet’s future procedure. A messenger returned to say that it seemed that main island comprising Sythia was already prepared to surrender and we would shortly proceed there. Though it was not strictly required, our main fleet would move up and join us, so as to make our entry into Sythia’s main port a truly triumphant one.Well, why not? Though Captain Varian had taken no part in this particular action, he was entitled to the rewards of conquest. After all, it had been his plan and he bore ultimate responsibility. So, it seemed, we would heave to, awaiting the arrival of our chief commander. Perhaps that would take twenty four hours.Well, no matter, I had things to occupy myself with!Things like Mara…When I returned to the cage early in the evening, I realized my tactics had been successful. The small group of slave-girls was docility itself. Without having had a hand laid on them, they were already defeated. Having to watch the sufferings of Deema and Mara had been enough for them.A pitiful race, I reflected.Still, they were but weak women…I ordered the gags to be removed. Saliva-covered iron pears were pulled out, amidst horrendous groans of relief wrists and arms were lowered again. There was no doubt it had been quite an ordeal for those two youngsters. Of course, they would get harder later… but, meanwhile, they were pretty well done in.I considered.Would Mara have any resistance left?It would be a pity if she didn’t. On the other hand, it would be most enjoyable either way. I came to a decision.“Take these two to my quarters,” I ordered, indicating Deema and Mara. “The rest to be chained for the night in the bilges.”“Yes, Sir!” I got a smart salute from my deputy… and he herded the girls out. No doubt he had a few plans himself. Anyway, he had carte blanche, after me, with no questions asked. Good luck to him.Deema and Mara were escorted off; I followed at my leisure. There were, I noticed, a few bodies… both male and female… hanging from the sides of the wire cages.Thou doth resist too much, I reflected.What was the point? Why not accept defeat? Accept the fact that you are a slave of Barbaria, the mightiest power in the world! Oh how foolish to have such stubborn pride! To have such courage beyond the normal!But then, I reflected, perhaps these are, in the long term, the lucky ones. No years and years of slavery ahead. No years of degradation to come. No years of agony enduring rod and whip.Just the peace of oblivion.Nevertheless, death was the ultimate. No one could look upon it with equanimity. Would I, I asked myself, be as bold and as brave as they who, at that moment, hung bloody and silent on Barbarian wire?Deema and Mara awaited me in my cabin. In the same casino şirketleri fashion that they had been secured whilst in the cage… with wrists held by a thong which ran to a collar on the neck… they knelt on the floor, each with a hank of blonde hair tied to a ring on the wall. With two such lively young women to deal with, it was necessary to have them rendered pretty helpless, even if both were still in a state of shock after their ordeal. I began by removing all my clothes.Then I released Deema, who was cowering on the floor… taking her honk of hair in my hand.“N-No… n-no… ooo… “ she moaned, eyes dilating at the sight of my hairy male nudity.I grinned. “Do you not realize you are now a slave, girl?” I asked “And that you have to do anything that is demanded of you?”“N-No… oh… no… not that… ohhhh… ooooh… I’m only young… y-you can’t… you m-mustn’t… “I grinned again. “Actually, it’s your sister who is going to get my cock up her,” I said with deliberate crudity. However, that news did not seem to re-assure Deema, who went on sobbing and looked as distraught as ever. “You’re simply going to suck me…”She blanched, mouth sagging. “OH… NO… OOOO… NEVER!” she cried.I grinned yet again… and took down a leathern crop from the wall.Pulling her back, I lashed it across her young titties.Once… Twice…She shrieked in agony, eyes wild and bolting.Then I twisted her over and laid the crop twice across her tender bottom. She shrieked again, threshing frenziedly.“Never?” I enquired.“N-No… OOO… I… I… C-C-CAN’T!”I laid her back again and, once more she got it across her tits. Pity to spoil them… still… needs must. Over she went again and up came that young bottom.Tthwwaaccckkk! Tthwwaaccckkk!Real hard strokes… both making her squirm like an eel. I pulled her up by her hair and looked into her pain-and-terror filled eyes.“Like some more?” I asked. “There’s plenty more where that came from, slave!“AAAAAGGHHHH… .OOOOGGGHHH… NO… M-MORE… NO… M-MORE… OOOOHHHH… I C-CAN’T STAND… ANY… ANY MORE ..”She was right at the end of her tether. First the whip… now the crop. So unused to either, too!“That’s better. So you’ll suck me, girl?”She went berserk again. “NO… NO… OOOOOOO… I C- CAN’T!”At that, losing my temper a little, I really laid into her with the crop. Breasts, back, flanks, thighs, buttocks… it mattered not to me where it fell, as I hauled her about the cabin by her hair, laying on with might and main. This youngster had to be taught a proper lesson! Thwaaaccckkk! Thwwaacccckkk!“AAAGGHHH… M-MERCEEEE… EEEEEEEEE!” Tthhwwwaaaccckkk! Ttthhwwwaaaccckkk! “YYYAAAIIIEEEEEE… MERCEEEEE… EEEEEEEE!” Still she got it. I was determined to break her.And I did!“AAAAHHHHHHHH… I… I… I’LL DO… AAAAAHHHHHHH… I’LL D-DO…. OO… IT… AAAAAHHHHHHHHH… I WILL… WILL!”Yes …she’d had enough. Surprising, in fact, that such a youngster had held out for so long. There must be a right streak of stubbornness in their family. I sat down on a chair and pulled her between my open thighs.“All right, little one,” I said soothingly, “get on with it…”And that is just what that little beauty did! What is more, despite all her initial resistance, it was obvious that this was by no means the first time she had had a man’s prick in her mouth. She sucked me with feverish abandon.Weeping all the time.Utterly despairing; thus with nothing to lose.Weeping all the time.I enjoyed it immensely. For me, it’s always better when you know how much they loathe it. And this one certainly did, though she did it very well. It wasn’t all that long before I had to pull her off me. There was Mara to be dealt with!I tied the sobbing-retching Deema’s hair back to the ring on the wall.She had served her purpose. Then I released Mara and looked into her wild, wild eyes.“You know that I’m going to fuck you, don’t you girl?” I asked softly. By then I was solid in erection, of course.She made no reply. Her breasts heaved, her wet mouth hung open.“You can have as much of this crop as you wish beforehand,” I said, smiling down at her. “Your sister’s had it across her tits… and her bottom. She didn’t like it. Probably you heard that?”She shook her head slowly from side to side, great heaving sobs jetting from her open mouth. “Well?” I enquired.There was a long pause; her blonde head drooped. Then she nodded once or twice and, with a kind of exultation, I realized she had surrendered. The one I had thought would resist longer (indeed, in a way, had hoped would) had caved in the more quickly.“Sensible girl,” I cooed, feeling the lust surging through me. Realizing, yet once more, the power that pain gives one.“Mmmfff… mmmfff… u-ugghhh… uuuugggghhhhhh… “she sobbed as I fondled her lovely breasts. She made no attempts to resist me. Nor to recoil. She just accepted it. Seemingly quite defeated. “Kneel,” I ordered. “Get your bottom in the air.”She did so, with little delay, shuddering and sobbing.“Sensible girl,” I repeated, pulling her thighs apart. The young delights awaited me. My prick was a throbbing pole of desire.“Mmmfff… uuggghhh… mmmmffff… uuuuuggghhhh… “ I positioned myself. Felt her flinch as my knob touched her lips. “Uuuuuughhhh… uuuuggghhhhh… mmmff… mmmff…” I gripped her soft flanks tighter. My knob slid up and down. Hovering.There it was. All ready for me. Mine…I lunged.Lunged with brutish force. Deliberately. Because that is how I like it. There is nothing quite so exquisite as to penetrate an unwilling youngster in that fashion!I felt her writhing convulsively under me… savoured the delicious warm, girlish softness of her.gasping-cry.The wailing cry of violation.Oh how often I had heard that!And revelled in it…I hauled her hindquarters up a little… steadied myself… and then began to fuck her with a rhythmic, pounding savagery.Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! No finesse… Thump! Thump!Just the pure joy of violent possession …hump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Hauling on those young flanks …Belly thumping and thumping to a soft bottom … Ohh… oohhhhh…Using that young cunt… Feeling it getting warmer and more melting all the time… Because it simply couldn’t help itself …Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Oh joy! Oh delight!The master taking his slave as a master should…Then, suddenly, all too much!Yes… yes… too good to bear!Unendurable!For a moment, a tinge of regret. That it is so soon Then, overwhelmed by insensate lust…Just ramming and shooting… Ramming and shooting…Gasping out… groaning…Still ramming… still shooting…And she’s wriggling and moaning…Me, too. Now. Now, me too… sinking down…Down… down… sighing… aaaaahhhh… yes… yes… it’s over. She’s palpitating beneath your slaked body… still moaning. Lovely… oh lovely…****… yes… ****… but lovely… So lovely…Yes… it is over.For perhaps half a minute, I lay there, savouring it all. The melting stickiness. her sobs. My satisfaction. Then I pushed myself up and withdrew. About as brutally as I had gone in. I smiled as I heard her gasp. Another slave-girl had been fucked.One among hundreds who would be getting the same treatment aboard the reconnaissance vessels of the Barbarian fleet that night!

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