Rape Stories

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The Enslaved Peasant girl

by Master of female slaves on January 16, 2003 at 18:47:21:

This is a story I have started writing for one of my slaves. If you would like to read more let me know here or e-mail me.

you are terrified! It has all happened so fast, the arrival of the soldiers of the Lord of the Manor in your village, their bursting into your cottage, your being torn from your family and carried away, having your clothes ripped from you and being locked in this dank dungeon cell with your wrists shackled behind you in cuffs. It is like a rapidly moving nightmare from which you cannot awaken.

you hear a noise and look up. your cell door opens and a woman enters. Like yourself, she is naked. There is a thick leather collar around her throat secured in the back by a large padlock. At the front of the collar is a ring from which dangles a length of chain. In her left hand the woman carries an identical collar and chain affair and in her right she carries a whip.

“Please!” you begin. “Where am i? What ----?”

SMACK! you are lashed viciously across your left upper arm with the whip. you emit a cry of pain and shock.

SMACK! you are lashed again.

“Keep your mouth shut!” the woman commands. “Down on your knees. Keep your gaze lowered. you are not yet worthy of looking me in the eye.”

Terrified, you obey all. The collar is placed around your neck and locked in place. There is a tug on the chain.

“Back up on your feet,” the woman commands. “But keep your eyes down.”

Once you are back upright you are led from your cell, down a series of hallways, and into a large room. Finally you are led to a man seated in a throne-like chair.

“Kneel,” the woman commands. “Forehead on the floor.”

you do as you are told and you hear the woman say, “The new slave, my Lord and Master, as you commanded.”

“Leave us,” I command.

“Yes, my Lord and Master,” she replies as she hands Me the end of your chain, bows, then departs.

There is a tug on the chain and I command, “Kneel in an upright position, girl, so that I might see you but take care not to look Me in the eyes.”

you obey and I continue, “you are a slave now and I am your Master. Whatever you were before, forget it. you are now My property, NOTHING else and your one reason for existing is to serve, obey, and please Me. The slave who brought you in here shall teach you what is required of you. Pay CLOSE attention to her. She has permission to punish you however she wishes and will READILY do so because if you are not satisfactorily trained in the amount of time allotted her, I will punish her. Forget any name you may have had in the past. For now you shall be known as ‘fresh meat’ due to the fact that you are the newest of all My slaves. you are to speak only when asked a question or otherwise told to. I am to be addressed as my Lord and Master, the slave training you is ‘my Lady’, and all other slaves are ‘miss’. Is all that TOTALLY clear to you?”

“Y-yes, my Lord a--and M-Master!” you stammer beginning to shiver.

“Good,” I go on. “For the time being you are the lowest form of life in this castle. NEVER forget that even for a second!”

I pull on the chain forcing you to shuffle forward on your knees until your face is but a few inches from My crotch.

“Now,” I tell you as, to your horror, I open my britches and bring forth My stiff and enormous manhood. “Let’s see just how grateful are to have been chosen by Me. Open up!”

you obey and I shove Myself into you. you have to fight the impulse to gag as I touch the very back of your throat.

“See you swallow every drop or you’ll be beaten,” I warn. “And if you try anything stupid like biting you will have your neck broken in one half second!”

With that I began pumping away at you with the hunger of raw lust. My fist in your hair keeps your head under control and moves it to the tempo I find most pleasing. After a few moments I growl, “Get those lips and tongue working before I take a strap to your back!”

Frantically you begin licking and sucking, PRAYING that you are doing it in the right manner.

I continue to pound away at you for what seems a long time while making sounds of pleasure and arousal. At the same time My free hand arrogantly explores your naked flesh.

Suddenly I mash your face hard down onto My crotch as spasms cascade through Me and warm liquid is ejaculated into your mouth and down your throat. you swallow as fast as you can.

Finally I pull your face off me and hold up the head of My now limp organ. I squeeze it and a single drop of cum oozes out.

“I told you EVERY drop!” I warn ominously.

Terrified you put out your tongue and lap up the milky liquid like a thirsty pet then, as I release your hair, you lower your forehead to the floor again wondering, as you begin to tremble, whether you will indeed be strapped or whipped.

I laugh uproariously then clap My hands. The other slave returns and I tell her, “Take fresh meat back to her cell.”

“Yes my Lord and Master,” she replies as she takes hold of the chain. “On your feet, girl!”

“Oh,” I go on. “I almost forgot. she failed to completely obey one of My commands. Because you are her trainer and responsible for her actions you will report back here to receive ten strokes of the whip.”

“Y-yes my Lord and Master.”

The woman says nothing as she leads you back to your cell but once inside it she seizes you by the hair and wrenches your head back then, her mouth next to your ear, she whispers, “you will pay dearly for that. DEARLY!”

She then takes the chain and attaches it to a ring in the ceiling so that there is not enough slack for you to sit, bend, or even bend your knees.

“you will remain that way all the rest of the day and night and you’ll get no food or water. In the morning I’ll see just how anxious you are to be let down, fed, and watered and how willing you are to express your gratitude.”

She brushes the back of her hand across one of your nipples then leaves, the door clanging shut behind her, and as you stand there lonely and afraid and knowing that your legs will soon begin to throb, your throat burn with thirst, and your stomach grumble with hunger, tears begin spilling from your eyes and down your cheeks.

The night seems to drag on forever and several times you doze off only to be jerked rudely awake again instantly by the collar around your neck at the end of the chain as your knees buckle. Finally the cell door opens and your trainer steps in. She turns her back to you and you see ten red whip welts across her back and posterior.

“See what you caused?” she asks as she faces you again. “Our Master is EXTREMELY demanding and has absolutely NO tolerance for failure to obey TOTALLY. Do you understand that, fresh meat?”

“Yes My Lady,” you murmur.

“Shall I take you down now?” she goes on. “And perhaps feed and water you?”

“Yes My Lady!” you exclaim. “Please, My Lady! My feet and legs ache while my throat burns with thirst and my stomach rumbles with hunger!”

“The very first reality of slavery,” she replies. “Learn it well. your suffering and your wants are TOTALLY unimportant so don’t even bother voicing them. The only thing of any importance to you, me, or any of the slave girls owned by our Master is how well we please Him. NOTHING else matters!”

She walks around behind you and takes off your wrist shackles. Then, to your great relief, she disconnects the chain from the ring and tells you, “Kneel.”

Obediently you sink to your knees. Placing her foot in the middle of your back the woman gives you a hard shove so that you are on your hands and knees.

“Stay down there,” she tells you then she leads you out of the cell. you crawl frantically in an attempt to keep up with her upright pace but, try as you do, you are often unsuccessful and are smacked numerous times across your posterior with the whip for not moving fast enough. Finally you are taken through a door into another room. On the floor are two bowls side beside. One contains water and the other some sort of mush.

“you have five minutes in which to eat and drink,” she tells you. “And you are forbidden to use your hands. you are to use your mouth only. Begin.”

you lower your face to the water bowl first and begin lapping and sucking the cool, delicious liquid. Then you move to the food bowl. The mush is cold, tasteless, and partially congealed but you bury your face in it and gobble up as much as you can in the time allotted.

All too soon your trainer jerks on the chain and yanks your head away from the bowl saying, “Enough.”

you are led from the room and back into the hallway. After awhile you are taken into another room, an empty one. you are taken to the center of it and the other woman says, “Kneel here and wait.” Then she drops the end of the chain on the floor in front of you and leaves.

After awhile you hear footsteps and reflexively look up as two other slaves walk in, one a blond the other a redhead. Both, like yourself, are naked and collared.

“Lower your eyes!” snaps the redhead.

you obey immediately.

“I am known as Quivering Thighs,” she goes on. “And this is Hot Mouth. What has our Master named you?”

“I am fresh meat,” you answer then remember to add, “Miss.”

“Crawl over here,” commands Hot Mouth.

you obey on your hands and knees and, when you reach her, she puts out her foot, “Kiss it.”

you hesitate.

WHAP!

you are backhanded across the rump by Quivering Thighs.

“Stupid peasant bitch!” she cries. “NEVER hesitate to obey! If you do that with our Master it can get you killed! Now KISS THE FOOT!”

you lower your lips to Hot Mouth’s foot. When she draws it back she tells you, “Kneel upright.”

When you have done as you were told Quivering Thighs goes on, “We are here to teach you the basic principles of slavery. Speak ONLY in answer to questions you are asked. Is that clear?”

“Yes miss,” you reply.

“First of all,” she goes on. “Have you ever had a man between your legs?”

“N-no miss,” you answer truthfully.

“Well that is good in one way,” she says. “Our Master prefers to break His girls Himself. It is bad in another, though. you have no experience. you will likely displease Him the first time and that will get you severely punished. you will be taken to some of the castle soldiers. They will not penetrate your woman’s area but will do everything else to you. They will teach you how to please a man.”

“There is a LOT more to learn, though,” Hot Mouth interjects. “you have to totally change the way you think. you are no longer free. you will never be free again. Give up all thought of it. you must also stop thinking of ANYTHING as being yours. you own nothing and never shall again. you do not even own the body you inhabit. It is the property of our Master, NOT yOURS! It shall be made to appear as HE wishes it and it shall be used for HIS pleasure and amusement, NEVER for your own.”

“Our Master is everything to us slaves,” says Quivering Thighs. “He is our sole reason for existing. For us there is no desire but the desire to please Him, no purpose in life other than to do His bidding. Indeed, our very LIVES belong to Him. Each of us continues living only so long as He continues to grant us permission to do so.”

“you can no longer think of yourself as being deserving of anything,” Hot Mouth says. “Not even such things as dignity and pride. Humiliation, shame, and embarrassment will be your FREQUENT visitors. Whatever amuses or pleases our Master will be your lot and it matters not a bit how it effects you.”

“Is everything we’ve told you clear?” Quivering Thighs asks.

“Y-yes miss!” you answer.

“Good,” says Hot Mouth as she steps in front of you. “And as a show of gratitude on your part for our taking the time to teach you these things, you can put your face between my legs and pleasure me. Get started.”

you hesitate, confused, and are slapped again.

“I don’t intend to wait all day, girl!” warns the blond as she presses your face harder against her crotch.

“P-please Miss!” you plead. “I know not what you want me to do!”

“you incredible stupid peasant wench!” she replies. “Lick me! Get your tongue working in there DEEPLY!”

you are shocked! No one has ever asked you to do such a thing! It somehow seems wrong.

But then you realize that you aren’t being ASKED to do it, you are being COMMANDED to do it and it has been made ABUNDANTLY clear to you that the only course of action open to you in this place is to obey. As if to emphasize that fact, the redhead back hands you across the side of the head so hard your eyes momentarily blur and shouts, “Do as you are told you piece of garbage!”

your head throbbing from the blow, you timidly put forth your tongue and for the first time experience the salty taste of another female.

“Deeper,” the blond commands. “Go deeper and move it about.”

“How is she?” asks the redhead.

“Mmm,” moans the woman you are being forced to service. “For a beginner, not bad. She’ll need training though.”

“What goes on here?” suddenly comes a Male voice.

Instantly the blond pulls away from you and both women drop to their knees beside you. Standing in front of you is a soldier of the castle guard force.

“Please, My Lord!” says the redhead. “We were merely ----!”

“It is quite obvious what you were doing,” He goes on. “Leave.”

Without further words the two other slaves depart. The Man walks over to you, “Stand.”

you obey.

“your name?”

“I am called fresh meat, my Lord,” you respond.

“A new slave,” He observes. “Good, I’ve grown rather bored with the current stock. Ever had a Man between your legs?”

“No, my Lord,” you answer truthfully.

“Don’t lie to Me slut,” He warns.

“I speak the truth, my Lord.”

“We’ll see. Open your legs.”

you move your feet a short distance apart.

“Wider.”

you obey and to your utter shock and surprise He reaches down and thrusts two fingers inside you. you burn and blush with humiliation as He probes deeply within you. Finally He retracts the fingers now moistened with your juices. Holding them up he grins and says, “you’re dripping down there. your play with the other two bitches seems to have kindled your fire.”

He puts the wet fingers to your lips, “Lick them clean.”

As you obey, you feel more shame and humiliation than you ever have. At the same time, however, you are feeling other sensations, new, strange arousals that you have never felt before.

“Get down on your hands and knees,” the Man commands. As always you obey.

He moves up against you and you feel His stiff member touching the crack in your ass. He leans forward, reaches around, and takes a breast in each hand. He pinches your nipples hard. you whimper.

“Does it hurt?” He asks then, without waiting for a reply he pinches harder. you moan.

“Know what?” He asks. “I think you are the kind of little tramp who LIKES pain, am I right?”

“N-no my Lord!” you protest.

“Don’t lie to Me, bitch!” He warns as He pinches yet harder and twists each breast. “Try that answer again.”

“Y-yes my Lord!” you admit shamefully as your entire upper body throbs in agony. “Yes, I like the pain!”

He releases the breasts and you feel His hands on your buttocks. Without thinking you turn your head to see what He is doing.

WHAP!

He backhands you across the temple and commands, “Face on the floor, slut! you are in the presence of the superior of the two genders.”

As you obey you are spread apart then His gigantic rod is shoved into your tight little anus with no thought to the pain it causes you. you gasp and, forehead to the floor and rump in the air, you endure this new violation.