It was early in the morning, and I was walking along the river, heading back to the inn. It was sunny with flecks of light sparkling on the water. I had been out all night and things had gone poorly. I was tired, hungry, and more than a little frustrated. I heard laughter as I rounded the next bend in the river.
There was a tavern with a beer garden. It looked neat and quaint, with potted flowers and wood beamed walls. There were several patrons in the garden, having breakfast and watching a woman, who had been chained to a post by the river. I winced as a man threw an apple core at her. The rest of the crowd roared with ugly laughter. The apple struck her in the stomach, and was soon followed by a tomato and a plate of beans. The women looked filthy, bruised, and sore, as if this had been going on for a while.
She was attached to the metal pole by a chain on her neck and feet. There was enough slack so that she could turn around, but nothing else. Her hands had been chained behind her, so she was unable to defend herself. As I approached, I noticed she had red hair. She was naked, and her body was firm. She was standing proudly and only flinching a little, as the fruit flew at her.
I admired her spirit, and was thoroughly disgusted by the spectacle. I walked up and stood in front of her, so that I was blocking the fruit and glared at the crowd. I'm of average height, but I grew up on a farm and it still shows in my body, so I could block the fruit well enough.
"Ahhh, come on!" "Get the hell out of the way!" "Dude! Not cool." " Pussy!" The crowd jeered at me.
I knew saying anything would only rile them more, so I said nothing. After a moment or two they quieted and turned back to their tables and breakfasts. Their behavior seemed wretched to me, but it appeared to be a normal part of their day. Certainly they were not drunk at this hour.
"Careful Mate." An older man warned me. "She's a slave. She bit the son of her master. She did, bit his member right off as a matter of fact."
"Really?" I responded.
"Yep. Her master placed her on the post as punishment. She stays there until someone claims her or until she dies. Her Master and his boy run the town, and have threatened to hunt down and kill anyone that shows her kindness or tries to claim her."
I nodded at him and said "Thanks."
I turned my back on the crowd and took a closer look at her. Her eyes were hazel, her legs long. Her stomach and breasts firm. She appeared to be in great shape, and looked to be in her late 20's.
"Did you really bite his cock off?" I asked.
"The bastard deserved it!" She glared at me. "He raped my sister, and then tried to fuck my mouth. I'd gladly do it again! I'm the slave, and he had no right to touch her!"
She paused and looked at me, I noticed her cheeks were red and her eyes were puffy as if she had been crying.
"Look," she went on, "I'm the slave. I get it! Do what you want to me, but leave my family out of it! They own the town, but that doesn't mean they own the people in it." She finished, looking more discouraged than anything.
"So, let's do something about it. But first things first, how do I claim you?" I asked.
"You fuck me, you come in me, and then you own me. Simple right?" She whispered, as if afraid the information would turn me away.
"Do you want to be saved?" I asked. "Yes! Badly! I need to save my family!"
For the first time I could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She dropped to her knees in front of me. I pulled my leggings down, and she reached for me with her mouth, and immediately took my cock and started to suck. She pulled on the end of it, and licked it. She tongued the slit on the end, and sucked my balls in her mouth.
I was getting harder by the second. I turned her so I could easily reach her core. I started to fondle her, running my fingers up and down her slit. I played with her clit, and she started squirming trying to get away, as if it was too much.
Wanting to get this over with, I pulled out of her mouth, turned her to face the pole, and plunged myself into her center. I held her steady with the chains. She immediately moaned, and I started pumping hard. She was soon panting, and I could see a red blush on her face and neck. She was so wet, that I made a squishing sound as I went in and out of her.
She started pushing herself back on me, impaling herself on me. We had a steady rhythm going. I could feel myself tightening, and I picked up the pace even more. I had started to enjoy myself.
"Holy shit, mate! Look at that!" "I hope you know what you're doing!" "They're going to kill him!" "Don't come in her, whatever you do!" The voices were jeering behind me.
It was too late, and I had no intention of stopping. I started to spurt and I buried myself deep in her. She moaned as she felt me coming and stopped moving. I emptied myself, and as I did her chains disappeared and she was free. Magic!
A chain with a leather pouch appeared around her neck. She turned and collapsed in my arms. I didn't know if the magic had been keeping her alert, but she had fainted.
I caught and eased her to the ground, setting her gently down. I opened the leather pouch. It contained a bill of sale as well as a transfer of ownership. I was now her owner. The documents had my name on them. Well, regardless of whether or not it was true, I felt responsible for her safety.
So I slung her over my back, her ass behind my head, and I started walking back to the inn where I was staying. I had a room there, I had friends there, I had people who she would feel safe with.
I turned a corner and the crowd noises diminished. I passed a few people, but none of them gave me a second glance. It was almost as if having a naked woman over your shoulder was a common occurrence.
"Put me down. Please put me down. I'm going to be sick." She mumbled. She started to hit me in the stomach and kick my back weakly.
So I put her down. She promptly sank down to her knees and looked up at me. "Who are you?"
"The person that saved you."
"I don't feel so good. I can't remember anything." She retorted.
I squatted down, so we were looking each other in the eyes. " I bet you don't recall much. It looked like you had been there for a while. I'm Hynan." I held my hand out for her to shake.
"Iris" she responded with a wry smile. "So, what comes next?"
I was pleased to see she was already looking and sounding better. " Well, I figure you need food, water, and a safe place to rest. I can help with all of that. You okay with that, and do you want to walk?"
She responded "Yes, sir." We stood up together.
She hung her head so she couldn't look anyone in the eye, and assumed a position just behind and to my left. She wouldn't see where she was going and would just follow my back.
The inn where I was staying had not been painted for several years. Nor cleaned for that matter. Several of the shutters were hanging off of the windows, and though there were many flower pots, all the plants were dead.
We entered into a dingy, dark, and smoky common room. There were a few people hunched over at the bar, but nobody paid us any attention as we started up the stairs. The landing between floors was large, and lit with sooty lamps.
Iris had started to breathe heavily, and I paused. There was another couple coming down the stairs. They were clearly rich, the woman was wearing several large jewels. Blonde hair and blue eyes made her a classic beauty. They were middle-aged, and he was portly and small. They had taken up both sides of the staircase and were clearly in no hurry. I would have bet anything that she married him for his money.
The man looked up as he drew near and sensed us. A slow smile spread on his face. "Aahhhh, what do we have here? Is she one of the slaves I have heard so much about? "
I could almost see him rubbing his hands together, and he chuckled rather maniacally.
"Yep," I stated, giving him the bare minimum. Iris kept her eyes down, and hands at her side. She had been trained well.
The man reached out and grabbed Iris' breasts. He started to rub and fondle her, and I could see her nipples stiffening.
