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.