The Life as a Slave part 1 (Fiction)

Written August 2018

Another story based on fantasy, fiction and fact, unlike most of my stories, this is a work of fiction influenced by personal experiences.

The Life of a Slave part 1 — slave girl sara

It was sara’s first ever visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place.

Her old Master had decided she was no longer wanted, a liability even, and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April.

He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as sara was, would bring a tidy sum, no he wished her to go to a new Master who would give her the attention she deserved and craved as an only slave.

Her old Master had filled out the registration form:

Reason for sale – Surplus to requirements and still to be fully broken in.

Name — Slave sara

Age — 20

Height — 5 foot 4 inches

Bust — 33A

Pussy — Light Bush

Scars — None

Brands — None

Tolerance — Average — Open to Improvement.

It was the last item that caused her to be at the farm. Her jealousy had no bounds.

Her Sir had decided that her tolerance should be raised.

By the same token He felt as a slave she lacked understanding of situations in a multi-slave household.

She had a great capacity to receive a punishment beating but lacked the ability to surrender herself completely to enter and enjoy the pleasures of “Sub Space”.

If she only knew how this state would endear her to any Master she would not fight it. What Master would not want his slave to enter Sub Space and lose control so she was totally dependent upon him.

This truly is the sign of surrender and such power transference is the ultimate gift.

Sub Space is the form the mind takes during a punishment like a Tantra or even the most erotic dream, no pain is felt just ecstasy.

He was thinking it was maybe time to move her on to another Master.

It was eight in the evening when they arrived at the farm.

sara was stripped on entering the administration block, her details logged and she was taken to the washing room.

Two slaves, at the farm were ordered to wash her down, male slaves and they relished their jobs.

sara had been lightly shackled by her hands and raised to tip toes with a rope through a ceiling hook in the roof beams.

Once on her toes they began to roughly finger her and using her pussy juice moved to her bummy hole to give it a distribute of their fingers.

They were also obviously naked and when happy with their work spent little time in sandwiching sara between them.

One in her pussy as the other fucked her bummy hole.

sara never objected but whimpered until the slave from behind reached forward and pulled hard on her nipples, pulling them hard and tight to each side whilst the slave at the front beat them with the back of a scrubbing brush.

She let out a scream, which made the slaves fuck her harder.

She took ten hard slaps on each tit then they were released, and she took five on each nipple as the slaves filled her with their cum.

They washed and hosed her well, pushing the end of the hose in each hole to wash her clean.

She was taken down, patted dry and lead out of the showers, her hands now free, down a corridor to another door.

It led to the stable block where she was taken in and asked if she needed to be fastened on her knees in a stall, she said no, she had nowhere to run to.

She slept on soft hay in a stall with five other girls, no one spoke but occasional sobs were heard through the night.

A shaft of light beamed through a skylight and sara knew her day was soon to start.

The door opened and the girls were told to follow one of the slaves to the dining area.

They sat at a table, although one girl with a bottom full of red stripes decided to stand, their demeanour and style were impeccable, they could dine at any table, in fact could dine with Kings.

The food was in generous supply they could eat what they liked.

Cereal, fried breakfast, or just toast and honey, juices, milk and of course coffee or tea.

“Slave sara, to the doctors,” echoed a voice over the speaker system.

sara stood and awaited further instruction, she held out her hands and they were shackled and attached to a leather strap. She was led out of the dining room to a room further down the corridor.

The leading slave knocked, and he was told to enter.

“Name?”

“Slave sara Sir.”

“Reason for your visit?”

“Slave auction entrant Sir.”

“Correct, onto the bed slave.”

sara climbed onto the starkly covered examination bed and was given a full going over, inside and out!

All measurements and readings were recorded, everything precisely written down.

The doctor turned to the slave and said “shave.”

He walked towards sara and sat her up; re-attached her lead and led her to the wash block where the leader slave and helper were waiting.

Her feet were fastened with ankle bracelets and a rope attached to each.

One slave pulled on the rope whist the other took her under her arms as she was again hoisted up.

This time off the ground, upside down and legs aside.

The slaves relished their jobs; one pulled out his cock and offered it to sara’s mouth which she new she would be foolish to reject.

He foamed her pussy, back and front and shaved as he filled her mouth.

He carefully removed the hair from her bummy crack and up and down both lips as she sucked him.

He arched his back and pulled back a little as he spurted his cum down her throat.

When he had emptied he withdrew and allowed the other slave to take his place, she again instinctively pushed out her tongue to help guide him in.

He was bigger than the first, but she sucked him hard and hungrily as he grew into her.

He began to shave her mons; he was as skilful as the slave before him and shaved close and cleanly without the hint of a cut.

He finished his job quickly so gave more attention to sara’s mouth.

Holding in a little longer causing her to almost suffocate, time after time.

Making her gag with his size, then cumming without pulling back a little causing her to choke.

But at last it was over, she was lowered, hosed down and returned to the doctor.

He fastened her legs into the stirrups and placed a strap over her tits to hold her down.

sara had a feeling she never had before, she was a little scared, she did not know what to expect.

Her Master had at all times guided her and would never put her in any danger, here was the unknown.

Then the doctor wiped her pussy and clit with a cold liquid on a cloth and produced a hood ring.

He placed it in the piercing gun slapped her pussy a few times and attached the ring into her hood.

sara shrieked at the pain, the doctor said she had been very brave and deserved a treat, as she smiled the doctor dropped his trousers and laid his cock over her pussy lips.

“Would you like me to fuck you slave sara?”

“Yes please Sir.”

He played over her lips pushing up against her new adornment causing her to wince.

He inserted and began to rock backwards and forwards playing with her ring.

The pain soon turned to pleasure with her new ring constantly brushing her clit as she rocked back and they both came together.

The doctor withdrew and walked to sara’s head, she turned it to one side and opened her mouth then began to lick and clean the doctor’s cock, she was well trained in this department.

The slave was called, he attached a clit lead and she was taken back to her stall to rest.

They were not inhuman at the slave farm and tried to make the slaves as comfortable as efficient.

sara had dinner then lay down for the night.

The same shaft of light woke her the next morning, same breakfast and then she heard “Slave sara to Bay Number Three”

**********

It was me; I was the slave, I knew little of what was happening, and why should I.

I felt cold and alone as I sat waiting, my heart was now devoid of any hope of returning back to my home and to the arms of the man I adored.

The stone walls closed in on me as tears streamed down my cheeks.

I knew my life was empty without him.

He was my reason for living, the purpose for my existence.

From the time I first moved to England from Paris in the late 60s he was there.

I was eighteen when I first moved in as Sir’s slave; my life had been in a shambles with a love that had gone wrong and I had fallen in with a bad and violent lot, a gang.

They were involved in all sorts of illegal activities, including armed robberies and worse, anything for the right money.

I was not looking for love at all, I guess it really found me by accident, or did it?

He was at the news stand buying a newspaper when we met, I was working in a local supermarket, it was not the best job in town, but it paid my board and a few extras. I was on my lunch break and I’d decided to browse some magazines instead of eating.

He looked at me and for a moment our eyes locked; He says he looked into the depths of my soul.

I smiled at Him and He flashed a grin back with a nod of approval.

I blushed as I realised, I was holding an ‘adult’ magazine.

“Better be careful with that one,” He said and gave me a wink…

I moved in with him as a servant the same day.

**********

It was a chilly Sunday morning and as usual on Sundays I rose early and went to the markets, now a month after meeting and joining Sir.

I liked to be the first one there and be able to buy the choicest of fruits and vegetables for my Sir, before the dozens of hands prodded and picked over them.

Nothing was too good for my Master.

It was my special day, I’d at all times have my breakfast out on market days, it was my one treat that was a ritual for me, and Sir never minded me spoiling myself on bacon and eggs and proper coffee.

I was at all times back before Sir woke and was available if he needed me, which I at all times prayed he would.

Although being in a poly house meant that some days He wouldn’t choose me.

I would never argue or debate with Sir, He most certainly was the head of the house and we were all a very special part of His life.

I felt that some of us were a ‘little’ more part of His life than others, but Sir never entered that sort of conversation.

I at all times woke Sir, in my usual way on Sunday mornings, but this particular Sunday he had chosen another, a new girl, a bratty type with ample breasts and a plump bottom.

As I knocked on his door, I could hear His groans, jealously raged in my heart.

I could not contain myself and I opened the door and went in anyway pretending I hadn’t heard.

She was between his legs and he was enjoying her a little too much I wondered.

They both ignored me, so I left quietly and waited.”

TBC