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**** The walk back into town was arduous. She could think only of her failures and the fact that she would be sold yet again on feast day. It wasn't something new. Since her father had first sold her as a house slave on her eighth birthday, she had been sold 23 times.
Being a house slave had been tedious. She hated cleaning other people's messes. So on her woman's day or 18 birthday (when all Dallians, even slaves, reach womanhood) she had sucked the cock of her master's son. Not because he made her, but because she had wanted to. The man's wife had not been happy when she walked in on her husband ramming his cock down the greedy throat of a house slave. She had been sold the next day.
Unfortunately she had been sold as a privy slave. The only thing worse than cleaning other people's messes, had been cleaning up their shit. That master had kept her around for several months because she 'amused' him. It probably didn't hurt that she sucked his cock every night while he lie in bed with his sleeping wife.
But she had been sold again, this time as a cock whore. At the time, just the name had made her wet between her legs. The thought of a man taking her deep with his hard cock had her playing with herself every time she was left alone. Which unfortunately was not very often.
Her first master had been a disappointment. He was a balding fat man with a very short cock. He did not penetrate her womanhood, he did not like being sucked. He liked her to lick his backside and penetrate him with her fingers. She was sold again after she walked in on her master being whipped as the stable boy speared him with his cock. She had just turned 19.
Her second master as a cock whore was wondrous. He was strong and well built with a fine cock. He breached her maidenhead the night he bought her. She fucked him often and fucked him well. He had never complained that she did not complete. He took pleasure only for himself, which gave her pleasure in return. He had died in a raiding party shortly before her 20th birthday. She was now nearing her 22nd birthday and had been sold 20 times.
The first few times she had been sold she did not understand the reasoning. She was a good cock whore, never denying a master his right to her cunt or her mouth or for those who wished, her nether hole. She did her duty with passion and was always wet for a masters cock.
Then with master Kriol the reason had become clear. She would always remember the boom of his deep voice as he shoved his cock into her over and over. "Why do you never cum on my cock, whore? Am I not good enough for you? Is that what you think?" He had slapped her aside and finished himself with his hand. She was sold the next day.
At first she did not understand, she was a good cock whore. Just the smell of a man made her nether lips tingle and her sex flood with moisture. She spent several nights trying to reason it out and then understanding dawned on her. She had never had what her master called an orgasm. At least not on a man's cock. She had multiple orgasms in bed as she lie remembering a session with her master. Pinching and pulling her nipples. Plunging her fingers into her hot sex. There she had felt overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that made her cry out and her sex to clench around her fingers. There the sensations of pleasure were overwhelming. But with her masters, she sought only their pleasure. How could this be wrong.
But of course it had been. As she neared her master's villa she remembered all the things her masters had said.
"By the gods what a waste of a good cunt."
"You think you are better than me? You are just a receptacle for my cum and you don't even do that well."
"If I wanted a cold fish, I would fuck my wife."
"Gods your cunt is tight and warm and sweet, but I can no longer tolerate your lack of participation."
"What good is a cock whore if she can't even cum on a cock?!"
"...you were broken."
"You are worthless. Not even good enough to be called a cock whore."
As she entered the villa she saw her master seated at the table. She quickly pulled her kirtle over her head and dropped to her knees. She bowed her head, assuming the correct posture of a cock whore. She heard him grunt and slap the table with his hand. "Get up and get out of my sight slave."
Her heart clenched. Slave. He had called her slave. Not his cock whore. Would she be sold as a common slave this time? After 20 unhappy masters it was most likely the case.
**** Cyprian followed the girl to the villa on the edge of town. This was the home of Judge Reinhardt. Was she his daughter? His wife? No the old codger had never married. Why then was she here? He heard yelling from within and took a step toward an open window.
Inside he saw the young girl kneeling naked in a submissive posture in front of the judge. Although her head was bowed Cyprian could see tears streaming down her cheek and heard her barely audible "please".
"Please? Please you? You do not please me." The Judge stood and walked away from the girl. "I no longer want to see that unresponsive cunt. Do you hear me? Come feast day I will be free of you and find myself a proper cock whore."
Cock whore? Merciful gods, she was a cock whore? He had heard about such creatures from his father. Father had said they were very common in the cities among the upper class. They were bred to pleasure a man. To take his cock in any way he desired without complaint. He had never heard of anyone in the village owning a cock whore. Until now. Well, at least for two more days.
He watched as the girl collapsed and lie in a naked heap on the floor. He could hear her sobs through the window, and wished very much to comfort her.
Without thinking he moved to the villa's door and knocked loudly. There was a faint gasp from behind the door, then a louder voice. "If you can't be a good cock whore, the least you could do is answer the fucking door, slave."
Cyprian heard muted shuffling then the door opened and the girl stood before him dressed once again in the shapeless kirtle, eyes cast down. She said nothing. She made no move. Cyprian brought his hands up to reach for the girl when the Judge's voice boomed from across the room. "Well, what is it boy?"
Crap. He hadn't thought this through at all. He'd only seen the girl in distress and his instincts reacted.
"Uh, I was looking for the apothecary." He said slowly, watching her as he spoke.
"You are on the wrong side of the village boy." His voice held distain.
Cyprian did not look at him. He kept his gaze firmly on the girl. Who in turn kept her gaze firmly on the ground. He watched her for several moments unmoving before the Judge spoke again.
"Close the door slave."
The girl made a barely visible flinch when he said the word slave. Then the door slowly closed, blocking her from Cyprian's gaze.
The End.
The Landlord's Son
They were nervous, so very nervous, from the moment they'd accepted this was all they could do, but the final few moments before the guy Adriano came round to their little run-down apartment were almost horrific.
It probably didn't help neither of them had really eaten that day. Even if their kitchen cabinets had held anything particularly appetizing, they probably would not have kept it down.
David had felt a little nauseous since he'd woken up that morning, and he felt certain Evie was of similar mind.
"We could just go live with my parents," she had been saying on and off for days, weeks.
"It still wouldn't get either of us a job - and no prospects for one, either. We need to be in the city."
Now, as they went through the same routine again, there was an added urgency, an underlying terror.
"But this is crazy. There must be some other way," Evie was saying as they sat around their tiny little kitchen table, a lucky find retrieved from the garbage on a cold afternoon the previous fall.
"This is real life. There's no one going to help us for nothing."
David looked at his young bride's wide blue eyes, and sighed, saying gently: "You don't have to do this if you really can't face it, sweetie."
She looked at him and nodded, and he could see her chest rising and falling with anxious breaths. She see
med to him like a frightened little rabbit, caught in the middle of a highway, unsure which way to turn.
But she sighed, and said: "There's no alternative."
David took a deep breath. He said: "You know this won't change anything - between us, I mean."
"I know."
"I love you, honey, nothing's ever going to change that."
"I know."
The doorbell sounded, and it felt like someone exploding a grenade inside David's chest. He looked across at Evie, saw her swallow, but then she fixed her eyes on his, and dipped her head slightly but decisively.
He heaved another sigh and got up to go answer the door.
Adriano, the big dumb brute. David shook his hand, smiles all round like they were best buddies, and as he stepped back to admit their landlord's son into their pokey little hallway, Evie was there behind, almost hiding behind the kitchen doorway.
She smiled at her husband, demonstrating that she could put on the required veneer.
Adriano closed the front door, forcing it shut, saying: "We not got that fixed yet, that door?" Locking it firmly, seeing firsthand how crappy the lock was, that his father hadn't looked at for months of asking.
"You remember Evie," David said, with a strange air of formality. Evie kept back, waiting behind her husband as their visitor removed his shoes.
Then they were walking through to the tiny room that was both a bedroom and a living room, Evie slipping her arm around David, Adriano following them, no doubt checking out her butt as they went.
The three of them perched on the edge of the crappy sofa-bed, which was set in its bed formation, though still really only the size of a single bed. Evie sat close beside David, Adriano a couple of feet away. They could smell his overly-strong cologne, and it riled David a little.
"So, a month's rent, huh?" Adriano said, breaking the ice in a brutal way.
Evie covered her face with a hand, as though trying to stifle laughter, but it wasn't amusement she felt.
"You said three months when we talked," David said coldly.
Adriano sighed, as though he was really under pressure to keep the terms of this deal on the small side. He said: "The economy is not so good, you know? I think... maybe... I can give you two. I don't think I can manage more."
"Two will do for now," Evie said now, firmly, barely concealing her anger.
David put his arm around her shoulders, squeezed her tight to him.
Adriano broke out into broad grin, and apparently trying to lighten the mood, said: "It's nothing, huh? We're just going to have a little fun, that's all. We can forget about all of it after we are done, no?"
Evie looked at her husband and shrugged. They had no choice. She tried to relax. Tried to smile, even though she was filled with revulsion. If they offended Adriano now, if they made it clear he was unwanted, he could simply walk out of there, and then they would be left with nothing.
"You can stay," Adriano said to David. "You can watch. See that it's okay."
David remembered what the guy had said when they'd first talked, remembered that he'd said this, that he had first thought he wasn't quite understanding Adriano's Eastern European accent so well. He wanted David to watch.
It wasn't enough that he wanted to take what did not belong to him, he wanted David around to see it.
"So," Adriano reached over to put a hand on Evie's forearm, and she flinched away from him, pressing herself to her husband's side.
Their landlord's son now pulled a handful of green bills from his back pocket, and suddenly it was real. David felt sick.
He kissed her, and took the money from Adriano. Then he hauled himself up from the bed, seeing his young bride's eyes widen in sudden fear as he pulled himself away from her. The butterflies were raging inside his chest, but David vacated the sofa-bed, taking a seat in one of the two wooden chairs they had no room for in the kitchen.
Adriano shifted over, and David's stomach turned over as he saw the guy running a hand over his wife's slender thigh, and then push up her little white t-shirt to reveal her pink lace bra.
"You are beautiful, Evie," he said quietly.
She didn't reply, but as the guy fondled her breasts, David saw her now running her hand down his leg, beginning to accept her fate and comply.
David turned away, breathing deeply as red-hot pain filled his chest. He heard, rather than saw, the two of them pulling Evie's t-shirt up over her head. Turned, startled, to see Adriano tossing her bra aside, leaning down to stroke and now kiss her bare breasts.
She was breathing deeply, stroking Adriano's thigh. She didn't look David's way. Was she blaming him for this? Did she hate that he would let this happen?
Adriano rose to his feet and urged Evie up as well, and he was unfastening the fly button on her little denim shorts, Evie just letting him. Smiling, even. Did it excite her? The prospect of being with another man?
She helped him drag her shorts down over her thighs, revealing her pink lace panties to him. She'd worn her best underwear set for this guy.
Evie looked so stunning, David realized his own cock was hard between his thighs to see her slender figure, those stiff little nipples on her small but perky breasts, her flat stomach and coltish thighs. Even though she was helping another man to remove his shirt, and now it was off, he had his hands all over her body, it was an arousing sight.
She turned away to let him feel up her ass, his hands swarming over her smooth, soft skin. Her long golden hair flowed all over her back as she waited on all fours for Adriano, his servant to direct as he wished.
David just breathed deeply, trying to focus on the arousal part of his confused feelings, since it seemed to keep the nausea at bay.
Adriano pulled aside her panties now, to reveal her little pink pussy, all clean and smooth and hairless, prepared especially for her buyer.
"Mmm..." their landlord's son moaned as he ran his hands over her most personal flesh, and then he was slipping her panties off over her hips, and Evie was allowing him to feed them past her knees and ankles.
She was naked as the buff Eastern European stood to unfasten his belt, and pull down his pants. He wasn't even wearing underwear.
David caught his breath as Adriano threw his jeans over on the floor with the other clothes. Jesus - there was a naked man in his apartment, a naked cock that was not his own, and Evie was just sitting on the bed now, naked as well.
She made space for him to lie down on the bed now, and her hands were sprawling over his body.
David stifled a gasp as he watched his wife kiss the man's stomach, her hand now closing around his bare cock. Oh Jesus, Oh Jesus. She shuffled forward, her butt facing her husband, but another man's hand now curling around to touch her there as she took up Adriano's modest erection in her clutches.
The guy groaned as she dipped her head and took his cock inside her mouth.
Then she was slowly bobbing her head down and up and down again on his shaft.
"Oh God that is good..." he was moaning as she sucked on his manhood, his hand sweeping over her back and her butt.
Adriano glanced over toward David, but his expression was blank, just checking they were being watched. David tried to keep his face neutral as well, though his was filled with an unruly mixture of confused feelings.
How could he be so turned on watching his wife filling her mouth with another man's cock, while he was also so horrified?
The guy's fingers were now fumbling with her bare pussy. The two did look like a beautiful couple, their trim bodies, gently tanned skin. Evie's from all the time they spent in the park while they peered through the papers for jobs adverts, Adriano from all his vacations on the golden beaches of wherever.
He heard his wife moaning gently as she blew this stranger right in front of her husband. He began to detect the dark scent of her arousal in the air.
She was enjoying this.
David kept his sighs to himself, repressing the pain. He told himself she had to enjoy it, or she wouldn't b
e sufficiently wet to take the guy's penis inside her. Jesus. Was he going to let his wife do that?
"Oh, Evie..."
Oh God, it seemed to go on forever. Maybe she was trying to make him come in her mouth, so it would be all over.
But then Adriano urged her up, and she was complying, presenting her rear to him again, only this time facing along the bed towards her husband.
She looked up at him now, eyes connecting with his for a brief moment, and he saw the fear in her. She reached out a hand, and was so close David could take it in his, even as their landlord's son lined up between her calves, pointing his hard cock to Evie's waiting pussy.
This was it. No turning back now.
Adriano pulled Evie back, lifting her petite frame at the hips to now pull her into the right position - and she helped him. David continued to hold her hand as the other man pushed his fingers into her pussy and drew her moisture out over her pussy lips.
Then he was guiding the tip of his cock to her snatch, his other hand on her lower back holding her firm.
David and Evie seemed to gasp in unison as their visitor eased forward and penetrated her. He felt his wife's little hand quiver in his as the man filled her, and he squeezed her gently, trying to be reassuring.
Oh Jesus, oh Jesus.
Another man was fucking his wife. One hand holding her neck of all places, he rocked his hips back and forth as his hard cock plunged into her like a piston. David could hear the wet sounds of his defiling her, along with the brute grunts from Adriano and the quiet, almost mournful moans from Evie.
"Oh yes..." Adriano said as he now put two hands either side of her waist to support hiss pounding.
David just watched, holding his wife's hand, slightly embarrassed at his own erection, hoping she wouldn't see it.
How could he not be aroused? Even though it was his wife, an exquisitely beautiful girl was on his bed, right in front of him, naked, being screwed by a naked guy.