Part IV, Kara, Captive and Slave Girl, Part IV The Rescue

                                         By Dick Inkum

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 I will skip ahead in my story. I controlled and educated my three sex partners,Arful, Borth and Torf, and had no unusual occurances personally.

 Torf delivered an ultimatum to his friend's sister who'd sucked his cock and he now fucked her ass. As he suspected, her brother had been doing that deed for some time before. He suggested taking her virginity but she was afraid it would diminish her marriage value and doweries were important. She did agree to oral and anal with some regularity.

 One night at dinner, I asked permission to bring up a topic. I told the family about the thirteen year old Zetta who had been sold into a brothel and I wondered what could be done to get her into a better arrangement.

 "My dear" Mrs. Y began, "if we tried to rescue every young girl sold into a brothel in this city, we'd have hundreds on our hands."

 "Oh, I wasn't especially thinking about here" I said, "just some place that would treat her decently. She's been prostituted now for several months and has nothing else in her future". (Not that I had any end of slave-concubine in sight)

 Mr. Y suggested that he would inquire among his aquaintances who might take her for a maid or companion for his son, but it would be up to me to fetch her.

 I already had a plan, but Mr. Y would have to finance it.

 "Aha!" Mr. Y exclaimed, "I suspected a plot against my purse!"

 "Not very much" I replied hopefully.

 "The law is all on the side of the brothel owner" Mr. Y cautioned, "He bought her in a public auction and we'd be illegally tampering with his property".

 "We're fighting for justice!" I proclaimed boldly.

 Mr. Y laughed and said "I knew you had spunk. How can I resist you. But, caution, it would not go well for those caught doing this."

 I proposed my plan. Borth and Torg would visit brothels. They would ask if they had any very young girls there. If a thirteen year old was presented, ask if she was Zetta. If so, go ahead and consummate the deal. When alone, let her know you are a friend of Kara and would like to help get her out, presuming she wished that. Ask her how and when she could get free if a cart was waiting to whisk her away. The boys would need brothel money.

 "That gets you half way" Mr. Y said, "What happens next?"

 " If your horse is fast, and she breaks free at a particular time, they speed away" I replied.

 "To where?" asked Mrs. Y.

 "If you don't have a place for her to go, then I guess here" I answered.

 "This sounds dangerous" Arful contributed.

 " Yes, and you're the one to do it!" I exclaimed, "You'll drive the cart!"

 "I think this is thrilling!" said Borth.

 " I'm excited, but scared" said Torf.

 "I think you're all crazy" said Mr. Y, " But I applaud your idealism and I'll go along with it. Let's send the boys out in two days."

 I was doing my duty with Borth that night and at one point he asked if he should fuck Zetta at the brothel, or if I just Torg should. I replied that it would probably be less suspicious if, once you were in the brothel, that Torg take Zetta and he take a different girl.

 "Keep it clean in there" I admonished him as I fondled his cock.

 The boys went off on their mission. The rest of the household waited anxiously for their report. As soon as they returned they gave us the story.

 The first house they visited said they had no girls under sixteen. They probably lied, but the boys asked to see their youngest anyway. None there fit the description I had given them.

The second house said they had two fourteen year old girls. The madam led them out for inspection and had the boys feel their tits and cunt. None of the girls fit the description though Borth said they were sorely tempted and might return there as customers. Borf apologized to the madam and said none of the girls was the right age for Torg.

 The third try brought success.The owner claimed he had two thirteen year olds and brought them out. One was Zetta. The other girl was obviously more developed and probably a little older. Torg said he would take Zetta. Borg said he wasn't satisfied and would take an older girl. They paid and fucked.

 Torg said Zetta was desperate (as were all the girls there). She thought she could get out the back gate but then there was a six foot wall to the alley. Torg suggested that they could make a rope ladder secured to the cart, and send it over the wall. They agreed on making the attempt three days hence.

 Arful assured us he could construct the ladder.

 "What will we do with her when she arrives?" Mrs. Y wondered.

 "She'll probably be dirty and hungry and in need of some comforting" I suggested.

 "Actually", Torg chirped, " she's quite clean but probably not well fed and the only clothes she has is the little tunic they wear in the brothel.

 Privately, I asked Torg about fucking her.

 "She liked me" he said, "She says she rarely gets young guys. She does fuck pretty well but she's not up to your standards".

 I kissed him for that.

 Everyone in our household was up at the break of dawn on the day of the escape. I'd slept with Arful that night and kicked him out of bed with the rooster crow. The boys hitched the horse to the cart and were off.

 Meera brought in breakfast and asked what all the commotion was about. We told her .

 "Oh, bless them" she cried, " I hope they'll be safe and sucessful."

 Mr. and Mrs. Y and I sat at breakfast, barely eating and barely speaking.

 Half an hour later , the clatter of hooves anoounced the boys' return. We ran toward the stable.

 Zetta came running toward me, arms outstretched.

 "Oh, Kara!, Kara!" she cried "I always thought you'ld find me!"

 We embraced and kissed, and cried. Mr. and Mrs. Y were crying too. Meera was crying.

 The boys swaggered in.

 After things settled down a bit, Mrs. Y told Meera to bring Zetta some more appropriate clothes.

 We talked, and talked, and talked. I told Zetta my circumstance here. This night, she could take my bed and I'd sleep with Borth if she wanted to be alone. She wanted to be with me, but she wanted to give a favor of sexual attention to Torg in gratitude and because she liked him.

 That was it then. Early evening with the boys and we'd sleep together. Early evening, we had both of the boys in my room. Only Torf fucked Zetta. Both had some time with me.

 When we went to bed, Zetta didn't want to talk about any of her experiences. She cuddled up to me all night.

 The next day Mr. Y said we would have visitors that evening. A friend with his wife and thirteen year old son would come to look Zetta over. They might take her as a companion for their son.

"Do I have sex with the kid?" Zetta asked.

 "If both of you want" Mr. Y responded, "but it won't be required by me or his father".

 I had a music lesson that afternoon, and I had learned enough that I was asked to play my lyre for the guests that evening. My first public performance! I was much more concerned with that than whether Zetta found a home immediately.

 Meera supervised Zetta and me in preparing a small feast. The guests arrived and everyone was introduced. Zetta and the boy seemed to get along well, though he certainly had eyes for me too. I was not in this game. I thought to myself that few slave girls would have had any choice in the matter. Most of the priviledged boys take whatever they want from slave girls.

 At one point the gentleman guest said " I heard a young slave girl escaped from a brothel yesterday. The brothel owner said he would hang her if she were caught. If, she happened to be under my protection, it's the brothel owner who would be hanged"

 His speech was greatly applauded.

 As more wine was served, it became time for my musical performance. I was very pleased that it went well. Mr. Y gave me a kiss on the forehead.

 "You are such a jewel" he gushed.

 Zetta and the boy, Jank, were off together giggling in a corner. She'd extended an invitation to my bedroom. He replied that he would have to ask his father. His father though Zetta a very nice companion for his boy said they could leave the group After they left, Mr. Y advised the gentleman that Zetta was in need of basic education as he had determined earlier. She was illiterate, or nearly so, and had no skills. Our guests understood and would provide for her. They decided to leave Zetta here another day while they prepared a room for her.

 In the meantime, young Jank was getting a sex education. Zetta told me later that he couldn't come yet and she had him in every oriface until she wore him out. She said that although her cunt had had too much experience, she was really hot for fucking that night.

 Zetta departed the next day in her new clothes. We would be able to see each other often if we wished.

 A letter arrived from my uncle. He was overjoyed to hear from me. He feared I had been killed +in the fighting. He had still not found my mother and feared the worst. He said our country was still in a terrrible state, and if I was healthy and being cared for, it was best for me to remain until someday I could return if I wished. He assumed there would be a monetary consideration at that time but would be willing to pay it.

 Both Mr. Y and I answered his letter. I don't know what Mr. Y wrote, but he got an answer.

 Zetta's guardian wrote to Mr. Y to ask if I might visit for a dinner. Zetta had now been there a week.

 There was also a note from Zetta! Zetta couldn't write any more than her name a week before! She wrote, guided by her guardian, that she had four hours a day of instruction. She had to learn math too.

 I was asked to bring my lyre on the visit.

 I was escorted to her house by Arful, who would come to take me home that night. I was welcomed in like a hero. Zetta couldn't wait to show me her very own room and around her new house. She said she slept with Jank sometimes but only when they both fell asleep. She said that since Jank couldn't come yet, the fucking was all for fun. She still had a thing for Torg too. She wouldn't mind a return invitation that ended in Torg's bed.

 We had a fine dinner, and her guardian declared me lucky beyond words for being in Mr. and Mrs. Y's custody. Her guiardian said he understood that I had bedroom duties with the boys, but that I seemed none the worse for it.

 "I'm their teacher" I replied, " and I'm delighted when my pupils learn well".

 That got a great laugh.

 I played my lyre and the lady of the house played the flute. I even danced a little, though I'd only had a few lessons.

 Arful arrived to take me home and the hosts insisted he stay for a cup of wine and take back an invitation to the whole family, including me. Especially me.

 Arful and I went back home. He'd missed his evening with me, so I slept with him. I wanted to celebrate and Arful had the fucker to do the job. He's my only "big people" fuck now, three days a week, and I like a big cock in the right places.

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 I'm leaping ahead in my story now because nothing changed in my relationships in the next six months.

 Torg is fifteen now and much more sexually adept. I've turned sixteen and my figure has filled out, much to the admiration of my friends and lovers. I have developed a real love for music and dance and have read many more books. Borf is now seventeen and has put on some muscle. What causes me to pause here is that Arful is getting married. It's a somewhat arranged affair. Both families are prominent. Mr. Y has given Arful more responsibility in his business. Arful and his new bride, Lenna, will live in this house for a while. She and I have become friends despite my inferior social status. Arful and his parents impressed upon her the case that I am not an ordinary slave girl. I have left Arful's bed. He has priviledges if he chooses totake them, but he's no longer on a schedule. I split my time equally between Borth and Torg.

 Oh yes. Zetta is developing and since Jank ejaculates now, they must be more careful. Her schooling has been effective and we exchange letters. She wrote that Jank suggested (not demanded as he could have) that she fuck with his friend. She liked the boy, so she did. I cautioned her to stand up for herself before she found ten cocks in line at her bedroom.

 My tale is at an inconclusive conclusion. I'm really powerless to determine my future. If either Borth or Torg wants to keep me as a concubine forever and Mr. Y agrees, that's it. While my place in the household makes any onerous outcome very unlikely, uncertainty is always present. I must just continue as best I can in the circumstances.

                                     THE END