THE STORY SO FAR

 

On her eighteenth birthday Angel is abducted by time machine to Earth’s distant past, to be enslaved.  Made immortal, so she will keep her youth and beauty forever, she is forced to undergo all the hardships and humiliations of slavery.  Kept permanently naked, a mere item of property, Angel is handed from Master to Master, a sex toy of arrogant, uncompromising Free Persons.  At the start of this, the fourth novel, she has just been sold at auction. 

 

NOTE: On this world days are twenty hours long and years are four hundred days long.

 

One – PEARL DIVER

 

After Angel had been sold she was taken to the slave waiting room, her hands secured behind her back and her steel nipple rings attached to chains hanging from the ceiling, in such a way that she was obliged to stand on tiptoes.  Slave-girls often had to wait for their Masters, they soon became used to this, but after being sold to an unknown Master the waiting was the worst: who would her new Master be, would he be kind or cruel, handsome or ugly, could she have been bought by a Mistress?  Every so often a freshly sold slave-girl was brought down and secured with the waiting slaves, many weeping, having been sold by Masters they had learned to love.  Given no choice, they would soon learn to love their new owners.

At last the final girl was sold and the Masters came to collect their purchases.  Angel’s heels were now almost touching the ground; her breasts had stretched into elongated cones.  Two hard, long fingers invaded her vagina, the humiliating first touch of a Master.  She looked up into his cold, grey eyes.

“Angel loves you Master,” she said.

“Do you remember me, Angel?” he said.

“Yes, Master John,” she replied.

Angel had once been returned to twenty-first century Earth to entice this man to come and be a Master, using her submissiveness and sexual skills to persuade him.  He had accepted the invitation and was gifted with a new slave-girl, a girl named Linda, an old colleague who had once humiliated him; she was now his property and was paying in full, and more, for this humiliation.  While Linda underwent six months of slave-breaking Angel had been loaned to Master John, whose tastes ran to bondage.  Never having the luck to find a girl to bind until he came to this world, he started to learn his trade on Angel’s soft body.  Using photographs from his large collection of bondage magazines he had rapidly become an expert.

“I noticed you on display this morning, Angel, and decided I would be your owner again,” Master John told her. ”You cost me more than I expected, but I assure you that you will give me my money’s worth.” 

He had paid the princely sum of one hundred and fifteen thousand pounds.

He fastened a heavy bell to each of Angel’s nipple rings and unfastened her from the hanging chains.  She slumped to the floor, exhausted.

“I like to see you on your knees, slut.  You may open my trousers and worship my cock.”

Angel, using her tongue and teeth, as her hands were still locked behind her back, fished his sex out and licked and sucked it until he ejaculated into the back of her throat.  He gave a cry of pleasure as his seed was swallowed, then allowed her to clean him and replace his sex, buttoning his fly with her teeth.  He wrapped her long, auburn hair into his big hand and raised her to her feet.  Angel squealed in pain and he slapped her face hard.

“Be quiet!”

Stunned, Angel was almost dragged, head held down against his thigh, out of the waiting room and to a large courtyard where pony carts and gigs were parked, many occupied by naked pony-girls in the standard one-legged stance, right ankles chained to their clitoral rings.  He led her to a troika-type vehicle, but with large wheels instead of runners, with three harness points, two of which already secured a pony-girl.  He lifted the head of the nearest girl.

“This is Bambi.”  Angel looked into the eyes of a dark haired, attractive slave with generous breasts.  “You already know Linda.”

Linda stood in the leading, central harness point.  She had changed since Angel had last seen her.  Then she had short hair that displayed the fine shape of her head; now every hair of her body had been permanently removed except her long, thick, black eyelashes, these were permitted to be kept as they could be used as an erotic toy.  Her entire body was covered from her crown to the soles of her feet with tattoos, venomous snakes crawled all over her flesh, some apparently emerging from her vagina, anus, mouth, nostrils and ears, some sinking their fangs into her breasts, pudenda and other tender places.  Where there were spaces between the snakes, poisonous spiders, millipedes and scorpions lurked.  Linda had made the mistake of confessing to her Master that she was afraid of snakes and insects, now she had to live with their images constantly.  Around her throat was a wide, heavy steel collar, a permanent punishment collar, one that would never be removed, marking her out as a girl who deserved to be constantly punished.  Overlaying her tattoos were many thick welts, the result of brutal whippings.  Bambi also bore signs of the whip, but not as much as Linda.  Angel was quickly bound into the empty harness and her right leg bent up to her clit ring and secured.

“We leave in the morning.  I am going to use a few tavern girls and then get some sleep.  Have a pleasant night.”

If a Master wished to keep a slave-girl for his personal use only, he would gag his girl and lock a chastity belt on her if she was left in a public place.  Any girl without this protection was considered fair game by passing Masters.  The three girls fastened to Master John’s troika were not protected and Masters took all three during the night.  Linda, with her tattoos and hairless head, attracted the most attention and was used roughly by more than ten men before Master John returned in the morning.  He had had an interesting evening with several slave-girls and then a few hours’ sleep in the arms of a beautiful black girl whom he used in the morning.  Well fed, he watered his pony-girls, gave them a little food and took out of his carriage two ‘pony tails’, thick wooden dildos with human hair, harvested from slave-girls, bonded to the ends.  Once the dildos were secured inside the girls’ bottoms, the hairs hung down behind their legs like real pony tails.  He drove the dildos violently into the bottoms of Bambi and Linda, the thickest one going into Linda.  Angel’s heart fell when he then produced a third tail from his deep pocket, with auburn hair matching Angel’s hair. 

“I purchased this for you this morning,” he informed Angel.

He secured it into her, released the slaves’ clit hobbles and drove them out of the town onto the road crossing the desert.  He steered the troika by reins clipped to Linda’s nipples, the two side girls following her movements as Linda was pulled from side to side. He ordered them to adopt the strength-sapping high knee step until they were clear of the town, then permitted them to walk normally.  The troika and the Master, together with the two large water tanks fitted before the wheels were not considered to be too heavy for three girls to pull, so he whipped them into a fast canter and kept them moving at pace hour after hour.  Soon the girls were gasping, sweat pouring down their naked bodies, muscles screaming for rest.  When they slowed, he cracked the whip against their backs and around their bodies across their breasts and bellies, Linda receiving the majority of the blows.  Her body was terribly thin, her ribs and shoulder bones showing through her sunburned skin, she had not an ounce of fat to pad her body against the lash.  The girls’ feet slipped on the rounded grains of desert sand and they pulled the troika with resolution.  Exhausted and dehydrated, they were finally pulled up just before sunset, after jogging non-stop for eight hours; slave-girls were expected to be as fit, and more, as any athlete is.  Master John built a small fire and cooked a meal for himself, and boiled some water for an aromatic coffee, which whetted the girls’ appetites.  But all they got was cold water and a tasteless paste of grain and vegetables.

He erected a tent and laid out his sleeping bag, removed Bambi from her traces and placed her into his bag so her warmth would air his bedding.  Returning to the fire where a branding iron had been heating up, he tied Angel’s leg tightly to the frame of the troika and placed his brand on the inside of her thigh, marking her as his animal.  He turned in for the night, Bambi being his bed warmer and sex toy. 

They rose early the next day and he drove the girls hard for almost ten hours.

That day they came across a coffle of slave-girls, moving slowly in the same direction.  As they passed the line of girls, there were over a thousand of them, Master John greeted the men driving the slave-girls, complimenting on the beauty of their captives.  There was one Master to every twenty slaves.  Each girl was collared, two chains extending back to the nipple rings of the following slave. Their legs were chained together permitting a stride of nine inches, a heavy chain hung between their legs, padlocked to their inner labial rings.  Their arms were outstretched and chained to yokes from which hung goatskin water bags and stainless steel water canisters.  The water in the canisters was strictly for the Masters, they could use this as they wished, washing or drinking, the slave-girls’ water was for drinking only.  It would last for ten days, but each carried a Master’s supply so each Master had ten times as much water as the girls.  When they reached the front of the coffle, in the mid-afternoon, Master John slowed down the troika so he could speak to the leader.

“You have a fine collection of girls here,” he said.

“Thank you, they are not a bad lot.”

“Where are you taking them?”

“To Arena, where they will take the ‘March to Hell’.”

“Have you been long on the road?”

“About three hundred days, we have another hundred to go.”

“Your girls must be weary of the trek.”

“They are slaves, it does not matter.”

Master John kept up with the coffle until it stopped close to sunset, then erected his tent.  He was invited to eat with the leader and a group of other Masters.  Before the meal the men all washed, using a whole canister of water each, the used water sinking quickly into the sand, the eyes of the slave-girls watching the waste of so much precious liquid.  Master John was offered a canister for his own use, which he accepted graciously.  Wine was produced from bags also slung on the slaves’ yokes and the men got quite tipsy.  As a thank you for his meal he detached his girls from their traces and handed them round.  For half the night the three girls served the men, two or three at a time.  Angel, with her hands tied behind her back, was invited to straddle a prone Master and impale herself on his long cock.  Once in place a second Master pushed her forwards until the first man caught her breasts, holding her body weight off his chest.  The second man entered her anus and a third grabbed her hair, forced her head back and introduced himself into her throat.  Almost helpless, she used her internal muscles to excite two men and her lips and tongue to pleasure the third.  They thrust on until perfectly satisfied, filling every hole with their seed.  When they released her, gasping and sweat soaked, there were another three men waiting for her.