My name is Gjin, I live in the paradise known as Viche, and I am a big bottomed slave girl. This is my story.
My name was Emily when I grew up in a town called Windy Praire, on the Eastern edge of Viche, and I began developing the large hips and big bottom of a slave girl at an early age. Many of the boys and some of the girls would tease me about the large size of my bottom, but it is a truth that everyone has a place and a destiny in beautiful Viche, and as a young girl I wondered if my big bottom and pretty face meant that I might become a female slave girl. Anything is possible in Viche.
I received my answer in the Vichean year of 2233 when I was captured, at the age of 18, by a cheerful breed of Vichean merchant men known as Hargs, who search for young, beautiful girls with slender waists and exceptionally large hips, to become permanent female slaves.
The short, stocky, elf-like Hargs, passing through Windy Praire, noticed my thick red hair, slender figure, and big backside, so I was tied up and locked in a wooden cage, placed on a horse cart and taken to the small town of Maghalla. There I was caged in a slave kennel by the Harg merchants and fed Pygian root daily, which is known to cause a woman's bottom to grow to enormous proportions, while making her waist and shoulders slender and delicate. All Vicheans like their slave girls with slender waists and huge butts.
I was kept in my cell, surrounded by iron bars, for two months, eating nothing but Pygian root. My waist was small, but my rear end was becoming huge, and jiggled with the slightest movements I made in my kennel cage. The Harg merchants would laugh as they chained my wrists to the wall of my cage and measured my large, and growing bottom every morning. I would be spanked each evening as well and then fed more root until my butt reached its current huge size and I was deemed fit to become a slave.
I quickly learned that, the bigger my butt became, the more I ached for it to be touched. Much to my surprise, I quickly began to long for my spankings each evening and I melted at the merchants' playful comments about the enormous size of my bottom and the way it jiggled. I found myself wiggling my big butt for the pleasure of the Hargs, without thinking.
"Stand up, slave, and show us your big butt," a short, round, black haired Harg merchant said one day. Obediently, I stood up in my cage and turned my back to the Harg to expose every inch of my huge bottom. He laughed as he gently patted the fullest part of my big butt. "You have the biggest ass I have ever seen on a slave," he said playfully, as he continued to lightly pat my rear end. "It is time for you to be collared and begin your life as a female slave, sold in the free markets of Viche."
The dark haired Harg clicked a thin iron collar around my neck and quickly attached a leash to the ring in front. I was led out of my cage, my enormous, jiggling bottom bouncing in the daylight for the first time. I remember it was a strange sensation feeling the mounds of flesh on my big butt shaking and jiggling as I was led by my leash. I moaned softly. The Harg laughed, as they often do, and gave my huge ass a good spank as he chained my leash to a large wooden post planted in the middle of the town square of Maghalla. He proceeded to shackle my wrists above my head and attach them to an iron ring high on the post. I stood there, chained and helpless, as the Harg wandered off.
People were milling about and enjoying their day, which is the primary occupation in all the peaceful, happy towns in the country of Viche. It was no surprise for the citizens to see a large bottomed slave girl chained to a wooden post as they went about their business. Only a certain number of beautiful women become Vichean slaves, but it is quite acceptable to see one.
"Good Lord, that slave girl has a huge ass," I heard a young woman say, and I felt her hand lightly caress my enormous rump. "That is a big, beautiful bottom, so large and fat," she added, laughing.
She went on her way and I stood quietly in my chains for some time, when I suddenly felt a sharp smack on my big butt. I gasped and moaned loudly as I felt another smack.
"Go ahead and spank the slave's big bottom, Timdo," an older woman's voice said.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a young man of about 19, with pale skin and sandy hair raise his hand and bring it down firmly on my huge, jiggling backside. Smack! To my embarrassment and insidious delight, he was spanking me right here in the town square! Smack! His hand landed again and again.
"Good for you, Timdo," the woman's voice said. "You should always give a slave girl's big, heavy rump a good spanking when she is chained to the post." I was gasping and breathing heavily as they walked away, my big butt sill jiggling from my spanking.
The dark haired Harg returned and I could hear him talking to someone behind me.
"We have received word that she needs to be taken, in chains and on a leash, about 100 miles to the town of Sangea to be sold as a slave. There is only a path through the Gray Forest, so you will have to walk it. Of course you will have to keep her leashed and shackled at all times."
"Of course," I heard a deeper voice say, "I will be happy to take the female slave to Sangea, for a percentage, naturally."
"Naturally," the Harg responded, as he mindlessly gave my enormous ass a good slap.
"We will cage her for the evening and start first thing in the morning," the deeper voice said.
"As you wish," said the Harg. He unchained my wrists, took hold of my leash and led me to a small cage at the edge of the town square. He placed me in the cage, on all fours, and attached my leash to the front of the small kennel, so I was bent over a bit on my hands and knees. My big ass barely fit in the back of the cage, and I could feel the iron bars just touching my exposed rump. I was told to remain in that position for a moment.
Suddenly, I gasped loudly as a long, cold, steel rod was slid between my giant, jiggling ass cheeks and pushed deep inside my large butt. When the cold rod could be pushed no further, and my gasping and moaning quieted down a bit, I could feel the rod being locked in place by chains around my waist, and locked in place outside the cage. The rod inside my giant butt would keep me on all fours. I could feel every inch of the penetrating rod as I moved and shuffled in my cage. The huge mounds of fat on my big bottom jiggled around the rod as I tried to get more comfortable, so I was made to feel it inside me, and I continued to gasp and moan involuntarily.
The cage was locked and I maneuvered my giant rump , though my leash gave me very little space to get into a sleeping position. I got as comfortable as I could, breathing heavily and shaking with my big bottom filled so intrusively. I slept as well as possible in my little cage.
Throughout the night, I could hear the wonderful people of Viche wandering about and laughing. Viche truly is a paradise, I thought to myself as my big butt got used to the rod inside it and I drifted off peacefully, content and naked in my collar and cage.
The dawn was barely breaking when I heard the deep voice say, "Wake up, slave, it is time to go." I felt his hand reaching through the bars of my cage and caressing my large rump. He was tall, thin, with long straight black hair, and somewhat older than the Harg. He had the darker red skin of the people from the Valley of the Dancing Sun, and he wore a headband indicating he was a resident of the Valley.
