After our rest and recovery period, I told Borf he could fuck my ass. I had him do the olive oil preparation and finger-fucking with other attentions I wanted simultaneously. When we were ready, I lay on my side and put him behind me. With my top leg forward he had an easy target.

Aaaah!! He was in comparatively easily and though it still caused me to pant, I didn't feel splayed as some others had made it. I got him fucking slowly and slowly going deeper in. I put his hand on my cunt and he got the idea of that.

"Faster now!" I commanded, "Oh God! That's so good!"

It was. This was the nicest experience of my asshole's fucking career. I met his thrusts and reached back between his legs to fondle his balls. I grabbed and rubbed and soon got a great gusher of cum up my ass.

"Oh, yes! That's the way I like it!" I almost shouted.

We rested and played for a while. I worked on reviving his cock and directed a different position for our next fuck. I wanted a rear entry with me on all fours. I directed him to finish in my ass. He followed my wishes and I had his balls in my hand much of the time. I like that.

Borth said he liked finishing in my mouth more than my ass, but he liked a long ass-fuck a lot. I suggested we vary the finishes and we'd have a long ass fuck when I wanted it, but not every time we were together. Of course he had the legal right to fuck his slave's ass all day and all night if he wanted, but I knew I had Mr. Y on my side for regulating my sex life.

I decided to sleep with Borf that night. We did get a little sleep.

The next day at lunch, Mr. Y gave me the writing paper for my letter to my uncle. I related my experiences to my uncle and told him my status though well treated now. I explained to Mr. Y that my father had been the mayor of our town and that there's little chance that he would have survived, since he fought with the defending soldiers. I told him my mother had left three days earlier to try to reach my uncle's house.

"And you stayed and fought, didn't you" Mr. Y surmised. I nodded.

"I thought so" he said, "you have spirit".

This was my day with Torf. After he'd finished his lessons with his tutor, I took him to my room. His was packed with boy stuff; not the right setting for amorous delights.

I questioned Torf about his sexual experience. He had also been sucked by Borth's friend's sister, both before and since he was potent, Borth didn't know. He'd felt her cunt. That was it.

I had a lot of teaching to do. We kissed and I had him undress me. I taught him to suck my tits and how I liked fondling and squeezing. I got him down between my legs and directed his licks, probes, and finger-fucking. I kept him at it until I was satisfied he'd learned well.

I had him stripped and sucked him off. The skinny little kid had a skinny little cock but I enjoyed it. If I'm destined to stay here, he'll be a good fucker before long. We played during his down time and wrestled. I jerked his cock a lot so he wouldn't be shy about offering it.

When I thought I could revive him, I started sucking. He came up fast. I wasn't really hot yet, so I had him rub his cock on my cunt and tits until I told him to mount. I put him in my saddle and guided his cock.

"Come on! Shove it! Fuck me ! " I squealed.

He got his ass moving. I kicked his butt to inspire harder thrusts. We found a rhythm now and the fucking got better and better. I told him to finish in my mouth. He groaned and and shouted "Oooh! Oooh!" as he withdrew and splattered cum, mostly on my tits trying to get to my mouth. I sucked his cock, licked up some cum, and had to wipe down.

"Not a bad first fuck" I said.

"I'm killed!" he answered.

"No you're not" I replied, "You're going to do a lot more with that cock today! "

In a while, I resumed sucking and turned to put my cunt on his face. He knew what to do about that now. I got him erect again.

"Let me know when" I said and I got on top of him and guided his cock into me.

I bounced my fucking ass merrily and massaged his chest as my cunt became even more appreciative of it's partner. He told me when he was coming and I lifted up, and lowered my asshole slightly on his cock head annd jerked his cum into it.

"I've never fucked an asshole before" he said.

"You still haven't really" I replied, " tonight you'll really do it."

At dinner that night, Mr. Y said that he had sent my letter. He didn't have to ask Torg about his sexual experience. The kid was mooney.

Mr. Y gave me two books to read and he had arranged to brrow more from his friend when those were retuned. His books, he said were all very dry, but if I liked history, I might find some of interest.

I told him that in "adult" reading, I liked to learn about other countries. He smiled and said he'd pick one out in a day or two.

In the early evening, Mr. and Mrs. Y had some visitors, and I guessed, very important ones. All youngsters were obliged to be in attendance, have a cup of wine, and keep our mouths shut. I was introduced as the newest member of the household (no mention of slavery, I guess that was understood),and Mr. Y bragged on how much I'd brightened up the house, and that I'd soon be taking dancing and singing lessons, and that I could read, write, and passably calculate. The guests were impresed, though they quickly got down to the business of planning anew waterway. I learned that Mr. Y owned ships that traded with other countries. Wouldn't I love to travel on one? Oh, yes!

The guests delayed my night with Torf for an hour or so. We went to my room again. We stripped and I grabbed his cock.

"Let's get upside down" I ordered more than suggested.

Our mutual oral work continued until we both satisfied. I stayed in that position and told him he was going to fuck my asshole and to oil it. I told him how and directed his finger-fucking to get ready.

I sucked him up to rigidity and, as with Borf, had us on our sides with him behind me. He got a good lesson and passed his test. I liked a smaller cock fucking that hole just fine.

We had a rest and a clean up. I sucked him up once more and got him on me and in my cunt which he pumped very well this time. He successfully came in my mouth this time. I didn't keep him for the night.

He had done well for one day's fucking and was now experienced in the fundamentals.

Nothing unusual happened before lunch the next day. I was now to start the regular routine of three days with Arful, three with Borf, and one with Torf. Arful was not home and would miss an afternoon session. I had time in the afternoon to read.

I will skip ahead a month or two in my story in the concluding chapter which includes a very risky adventure.

(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.