Kara, Catptive and Slave Girl, Part II, Sold

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He disrobed and I showed my oral skills. I sucked him to climax and let him know that I enjoyed it. We played and cuddled for a while, and before long, more sucking brought him up. He said he'd never fucked a girl's ass. He'd previously fucked in brothels and they abort if they think they've become pregnant.

I suggested that for our first time he with draw and finish in my mouth, and we'd heve a completely independent introduction to anal invasion. He thought that a wonderful idea.

I got Arful in my saddle and gave him a wonderful ride. Every stroke of his cock was welcomed with a joyous ass bounce. He lasted a good while and I had a climax before he did. When he announced his coming, I greedily sucked all he had. I think I made a good first impression.

We rested and played until some sucking would yield another erection. I had him oil my ass passage and gave him directions for making it good for both of us. He followed my directions faithfully and slowly pushed his cock into my ass. He remembered to pause until I was comfortable, and then began the slow fucking I like to start the act. He picked up speed and length of his stroke as we both became more excited. He announced that he was going to come.

"Yes, shoot it!" I cried, "Fuck hard!"

We managed one more fuck that night and I took more of his cum in my mouth. I considered staying all night, but I wanted to be in my own room.

The next morning Meera woke me to begin my chores. I had to damp-mop the tile floors, collect bedding, and help in the kitchen until lunch time.

Shortly after lunch, Borf asked if we could become better aquainted. At two o'clock I went to his room. I asked about his sexual experience. He'd had two trips to a brothel and had been sucked by his friend's sister. His brothel girls were, he believed, nineteen and sixteen. His experience was quite commercial, in and out and hit the road, but he said he lasted a long time fucking the sixteen year old and she begged him to come back to visit.

I liked his story and I was anxious to get his cock, but I thought it wise to acclimate him to appreciating my body with his tongue and hands. He'd never kissed a girl's cunt, much less brought her to orgasm. He was about to learn how.

We started with tit sucking and squeezing. I showed him what got me excited. I slid his head down my stomach , kissing as he went, down to my thighs and back up the inside until he reached his goal. I gave directions:

"Kiss. Suck a little while you kiss. Good! Lick right there, back and forth and up and down, Yes! Lick harder, like a cat lapping milk. Oooo! That's it. Keep going here and there. Oooo!"

And so it continued to my orgasm. I told him he'd learned well and trusted he'd remember.

Now it was my turn. I found his cock long but comparitively skinny. It was going to do a good job,though. I licked and sucked cock and balls enthusiastically and before long, got a strong gusher of cum as my reward.

In our intermission, he asked about coming in my asshole as his father recommended. I told him to just withdraw and I'd suck until we'd had some anal experience. He said he wanted to give his friend's sister some anal experience too; he was sure her brother was doing it.

We played for a while and I got him revived. I got on top. God! It was so good to fuck with a boy my own age! It felt so much more natural than getting pumped by all those adult cocks, even Arful. I had a great ride on top of him and he had the wit to withdraw before he came. I got splattered, some but got most of it in my mouth. We held each other for a while. We'd fuck again later that evening.

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To be Continued

By Dick Inkum

(Weeks after her capture and serving as a cocubine, Kara and the other women are sent to the slave market)

In the morning after the party, and all the sex we could stand, we women were loaded onto a wagon and driven to our captors capitol city. We were taken to the back room of an arena to await our fate. About noon the area began to fill.

"Who are these people?" I asked one of our keepers.

"Some are rich old men looking for a second or third wife. Some will buy a girl for their sons or just for recreation. Some are younger men who have lost a wife. Some are brothel keepers who will look for bargains" he replied.

I rather hoped I wasn't a bargain.

The auctioneer called for order. Our group of twelve was led out on stage. I had the creepy feeling of hundreds of people appraising by body for sexual utility.

The auctioneer decided to star with one of the mid-twenties women. He called her forward and disrobed her. There was great applause and many shouts of sexual intent. The auctioneer began taking bids, but wasn't satisfied. He took the girl, spun her around and had her bend over.

"Look at that ass! She'll take all your cock in it. Now what am I bid?" he shouted.

The brothel owners had dropped out at that point. She was eventually sold to a very wealthy merchant.

The next woman up was the other twenty-something in our group. The result was about the same.

I was third. I have to say that when I was stripped, I had to smile at the loudness of the applause and the very lewd remarks.

"Here we have a teenager who will bear many children" said the auctioneer, "she will make an excellent wife or concubine for a young person. Everyone here would love to fuck her and she can be yours!"

The bidding began. The brothel owners, I'm told, stayed in the bidding longer than usual, but eventually an older man with a boy about eighteen or twenty won the bidding at a very high price. I left the stage to await my claiming.

Zetta was up next. She was very nervous when she was stripped. Her virginity was announced and the bidding went very high. The brothel owner would resell her virginity for a very high price. She had hardly started her periods, but she was sold to a brothel where she would immediately fuck four to ten times a day.

The older women (especially those overweight) went at much lower bids. Two of them went to brothels, most as replacement wives.

I was curious about my new owners, but I had to wait until the auction was over. Zetta was crying. I tried to comfort her, a promised I'd try to rescue her if I could. The whorehouse madam came and put her arm around her and led her off.

At length my owners came. The elder man said he had bought me for his sons. Plural?

Yes, he had boys eighteen, sixteen, and fourteen. Fourteen? Yes, he'll grow into a good partner, he assured me.

The father, Mr. Y. said that he expected his oldest son to be married in a year and regardless of where he chose to live, that I would remain in the house. He said I would not be used by the three boys randomly or continuously. He had already considered a schedule. He would tell me later.

The eighteen year old was accompanying him. Arfa was quite nice enough looking and was of medium height and build. He asked me for a kiss. I was glad he asked. After all, he could take what he wanted from his slave.

Mr. Y asked if I had been pregnant. I told him I was a virgin before I was captured and the military made sure I wouldn't get pregnant.

"Ah, yes, of course" he replied.

Arfa looked quizzical. Mr. Y told him he'd explain it later.

We were carted to my new home. It was a very impressive villa in the nicest part of the city. Mrs. Y was quite nice to me though rather imperious. She showed me around the house. I'd have my own bedroom.

I would have household duties in the mornings under the directions of their housekeeper-cook named Meera, an older woman. I would also help serve at feasts and parties.

Mr. Y asked if I could sing, dance, or play an instrument. I could play the lyre a bit. He said I would get lessons in all of these if I showed any talent or desire. I desired.

Starting tomorrow, my sexual favors would be dispensed on a weekly schedule. Alternate days for six days, I would be mistress to Arful (eighteen) and Borth (sixteen). Torf (fourteen would have one day. A sexual working day would start no earlier than two o'clock, have a four to seven dinner break, and resume seven to ten if my master desired. None would sleep with me except by my invitation. I should teach them how to avoid making me pregnant.

"Now" said Mrs. Y, "we must make you some decent clothes".

She called Meera who produced a great deal of material. The cloth was beautiful and I was thrilled. Meera would make me day clothes for work and recreation and I would have four colors of evening dresses required at dinner. The only sandals they had available were noit quite a fit. I was assured that I'd have neew ones in a few days.

This evening we would have a family feast to celebrate my arrival. A feast to honor a slave girl! That probably violated some social code. Wine was served. Mr. Y rose and issued a proclamation.

"Today, we welcome Kara to our family. All of us (he said with a stern look at his sons), will regard her as such and meet our obligations to her as she does to us."

I was flattered and I blushed a bit. I expressed my thanks. Considering my circumstances, I said, I could not anticipate better treatment.

So now I had met all the boys. Borth was a nice boy, just a bit taller than I am and quite slim. God! What would it be like fucking with a boy my age after all the adults who'd had me? Torf was a skinny kid. He was in awe of me. The first three days I would fuck with them serially and then the weekly schedule would begin.