Rachael, Slave of Emarukistan.
Story so far: Twenty-year-old Rachael has been a slave since birth. Unexpectedly she's granted her freedom, but she lacks the means to support herself. Consequently, she continues to work as a slave even after registering her manumission at the local temple. Rachael takes up an offer to work as a porter on a trading caravan, with the promise of enough money at the end of the journey to support herself as a free woman. But several prisoners being transported in the caravan escape and they take Rachael with them. They flee into the hills where their leader, Lord Mustafa, has men and supplies waiting. But brigands ambush the party and Mustafa is killed. Jamal escapes with Rachael and Mustafa's two daughters, Dania and Phoebe, and they sneak back into the city. With all three women disguised as slaves, Jamal finds refuge at a place called the Halls of Valhalla.
Chapter 4. Rachael and the Overseer
One of the more pleasant ways to wake in the morning is to find your pussy is being devoured by an eager tongue. I don't even need to open my eyes to know who is assaulting my unresisting body.
"Hmm. That's good, Zoe," I sigh, as her tongue starts teasing my clit. I surrender myself to the building arousal her skilful work is creating.
Finding my cousin Zoe was the only good surprise I had on a day full of surprises. That was five days ago, when Jamal sold me to the owners of the Halls of Valhalla. He sold Dania and Phoebe as well, but I had guessed that was his plan from the moment we arrived here. I should be angry with Jamal for accepting the additional money Leif offered for my inclusion in the sale. But that is simply the way life works in Emarukistan. The strong enslave the weak and the powerless, and society always favours the strong. I enjoyed fucking Jamal but there are plenty of other men who will be eager to fuck me.
Zoe pushes two of her fingers up my arse as her tongue teases my clit. The sensation is divine and although I do my best to stall my orgasm, I cannot hold back much longer. It's a game Zoe and I used to play before her father sold her at the behest of his new legal wife. Zoe, like me, was born to a slave concubine, so we've been slaves for all of our lives. My father freed me from slavery while he was drunk, and my manumission has been registered at a local temple. But without the means to support myself, my freedom means nothing. So I continue my life as a slave.
The Halls of Valhalla are a training facility for newly enslaved women, such as Dania and Phoebe. There's a steady flow of such unfortunates who are either captured in raids, or are forced into slavery when their families can't pay their debts. It's unusual for members of powerful families, like Lord Mustafa's, to fall into slavery, but without a man to protect them, Dania and Phoebe were almost certain to end up in a place like the Halls of Valhalla.
My orgasm hits me like an exploding volcano. My juices squirt out of my cunt, much to Zoe's delight. She laps up what she can of my offering while I regain my senses. We conclude our pleasant game with a passionate kiss.
"How did you know it was me teasing your pussy?" asks Zoe. "It could just have easily been Leif or Sigmund."
Leif and Sigmund are the two brothers who own and run the Halls of Valhalla. They are virile young men who enjoy all the comforts a household of nubile slaves can provide. Zoe and I are here to service their plentiful needs so that they can preserve the virginity of their stock. In between getting fucked, the two of us keep the place clean and ensure the other slaves get washed and fed.
"I can tell the difference between a tongue and a cock," I laugh. "Neither of them would bother arousing me before ramming their cocks into any of my three holes."
"Hmm. That's true. Anyway, I suppose we had better get to work."
It's well before dawn, and our first task after our ablutions is to wake the fifteen slave girls kept locked in the basement cells. At least Zoe and I get a flock mattress to sleep on, whereas the other slaves sleep on hard wooden shelves.
We walk past the room where Leif and Sigmund sleep. The loud snores confirm they are fast asleep and aren't likely to wake for another few hours. That's not surprising considering the amount of ale they consumed last night while entertaining a group of prospective buyers for some of Valhalla's current stock of slaves.
You might wonder why Zoe and I don't simply walk out of here while our owners are asleep. The main doors are bolted from the inside, so it would be easy for us to leave. The nightwatchman is so old that I doubt he can stay awake all night. But it would be an impossible venture. We both wear an iron collar clearly denoting we belong to the House of Valhalla. No free man or woman would assist us if we escaped. Without any way of securing a job or a place to sleep we would simply starve to death in some alley. Going back to my father's compound would be pointless. He would either return us to the House of Valhalla, or keep us a slaves in his household until his wife persuaded him to get rid of us.
Zoe and I unbolt the cell doors and rouse the sleeping slaves. There are six cells with room for four slaves in each. Dania and Phoebe share a cell to themselves. Their first task is to empty their night pots into the foul smelling pit at the end of the cell block. Then they take turns in washing themselves in the trough of water nearby. As with most slaves in Emarukistan, they are kept naked apart from a tiny loin cloth. Minimal though it is, they must keep their loin cloth clean and any stains must be scrubbed clean before they are allowed any breakfast.
The House of Valhalla has a practise of keeping slaves in training shackled together in pairs or groups of three. In addition to discouraging any escape attempt, it ensures each slave must cooperate with at least one other at all times. Newly enslaved women often become fearful and despondent, and the practise discourages any slave from sinking into despair and isolating themselves from the rest.
Zoe has been here for several weeks and she knows the history of most of the fifteen slaves currently in training. Dania and Phoebe are the most recent arrivals, and the only locals. Six of the young women are fair haired and white skinned, suggesting they have been transported from the far north to be sold as exotic bed-warmers to wealthy men who like to fuck barbarian girls. Three of the other seven young women are recent captives kidnapped and enslaved by one of the many gangs of brigands that plague outlying communities. The other four were sold by their fathers to slave traders to raise enough money to pay family debts.
A few of the slaves seem comfortable with their new station in life. They obey orders promptly and openly display their bodies when men are nearby without any hesitation or shame. I'm sure they will soon be ready for the auction block.
At the other end of the scale, Dania and Phoebe still have too much pride and arrogance that needs to be trained out of them. Even the new slave tattoo on the back of their right shoulders hasn't woken them up to the fact that they will never again be free women. But I'm sure Leif and Sigmund's new overseer, Knut, will quickly persuade them to submit.
I met Knut for the first time yesterday. He's from the far north and he has only recently arrived in our city. He only knows a few words of our language, so I've been assigned as his interpreter when Leif and Sigmund aren't around. Knut carries a wicked looking cane and a coiled whip is always fastened to his belt when he's working with the slaves. I wouldn't like to be on the wrong end of either of those instruments. But it is Knut's rippling muscles and the huge bulge in his briefs that attract the most interest from the slaves. I suspect all of us fantasize about his cock filling our cunts.
I go to the kitchen and collect the huge bowl of oats that I left soaking overnight for the slaves' breakfast. Zoe has the slaves line up and she hands them a small wooden bowl for their food. On my signal, they come to the serving table in their coffle and I fill their bowls with oats. Zoe and I then fill our own bowls and we join the slaves in eating our breakfast. We aren't allowed any implements, so we must eat with our fingers.
While any fool could clean the bowls after we've finished, I only assign the task to a coffle who seem able to move about without tangling their leg irons on one of the many obstacles in the kitchen. The kitchen is very small, and is more cluttered than usual after last night's party.
By now dawn has arrived and I can hear Knut moving about. Leif and Sigmund aren't likely to surface for another hour. Zoe and I check the slaves are ready for whatever training they are to undergo today. Although Zoe and I enjoy a few extra privileges, we are never allowed to forget that we are still slaves. Knut enters the room where the slaves are lined up ready for him.
"I need to fuck one of you," he says in his own language.
He's not allowed to fuck any of the stock, so that means it needs to be Zoe or me who must satisfy his lust. So far I'm the only woman in the room who knows what he said.
"I will attend to your needs, master," I say.
He grunts in response and roughly drags me over to the table. He has me stand facing the table before pushing me forward so that my chest is lying flat on the table. He lifts my loin cloth over my back. There's no foreplay. Before I can mentally prepare myself, he rams his rock hard cock into my cunt. He's not gentle with his thrusts and I have difficulty keeping my feet on the floor. He climaxes with a great roar and I can feel his plentiful cum filling my innards. It's not the best fuck I've ever had, but it's a good enough start to my day. Having emptied his balls, he tucks his cock away and walks over to the bemused line of women who are wondering if they might be next to be fucked in such a rough fashion. I know that they won't be fucked while they are at the House of Valhalla, but I see no reason to reassure them.
Zoe hands me a cloth so I can mop up Knut's cum which is leaking from my cunt. She gathers some of his cum on her fingers which she then delights in sucking clean.
"Next time it is my turn," she laughs.
Knut has the slaves practise the dozen or so of the standard positions slaves can be ordered to display. It's basic slave training, but even some of those who have been here for some time don't always get it right. Zoe and I don't have time to watch them for long as we have chores to do.
