Broen

At long last, part 3.

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Athena strutted through the camp imperiously, head held high. Her thick, braided hair flowed gloriously out behind her. I heeled her, the warm grass feeling comfortable on my bare feet. I wore welded ankle and wrist shackles, a welded collar, a locked, fitted cage on my cock, and nothing else. The sight and feeling of metal on my wrists and ankles was a constant reminder of my place. Athena preferred me naked, a symbol of her dominance and will. I wore no chains -- they were not necessary. I kept my head lowered and wrists crossed behind my back, as befits a slave.

It was a dim evening, the red rays of the sun just beginning to fade on the prairie. The pavilions in the tent city were dwarfed by one large, fur covered tent, the general's abode. Where most of the tents were conical and small, this one was the size of a house with rooms and a flat top. Armoured guards nodded as we entered it.

We hastened to a private room within the larger house-like structure. After we entered, Athena took a seat on a stool in front of a larger table on which were laid battle plans. I instinctively dropped to the ground kneeling prostrate beside her, my backside in the air and my face and hands flat on the ground. She patted my head, which she had made me start shaving earlier that year.

Athena wore her full battle armour today, complete with a battle axe hanging at her side. It had been a long campaign, and she sported a new scar across her cheek as a result of a skirmish with the Tibeians two weeks before. Not that the wound discouraged her any. She wore her usual ritual facepaint and slight scowl.

Athena leaned over and pinched my nipple as she waited for him to return. I squirmed, and she laughed. She unsheathed a dagger and thrust the pommel into my backside. She had had it specially crafted to fit. I started to moan. She liked to casually sexualize me, much as the male soldiers sometimes did with their female slaves. She knew it pissed them off when she did it to me, which only encouraged her to use me more, and in more degrading ways.

The general entered with several scrolls, ignoring me and Athena for a moment as he sat down at the table. Athena casually took the pommel out of my backside and wiped it on the grass, making me gasp. I shook at little as I remained prostrate next to her.

The general was serious, light skinned for a Larsan, almost as pale as an Ashenite. There were rumours that his mother had been a slave purchased in Ashen, long ago. However, he had a short crop of that dark Larsan hair and brown Larsan eyes, and was clad in Larsan armour. His voice was deep.

"Athena, I want you to circle round the Tibeians tonight with half of your Amazons, and when we advance at eight O'clock HERE -- he pointed to a place on the map -- I want you to begin advancing on them from behind. At nine O'clock, I want you to light up their rears with your new... What was it you called them? Muskets? So hard that they run toward us with their singed tails between their legs."

"The only Tibeian soldiers left alive at the end of the day should be as pliable as THAT vermin." The general pointed to me. "I don't want any of them escaping your way, got it?" I think Athena nodded, although kneeling prostrate, with my face on the ground, I had to pick up subtle clues to know what was going on.

They went over some specifics, and then he dismissed us and I followed Athena back to her tent, heeling her. When I started to fall behind Athena's quick pace, she ran a finger through the O ring in my collar and began to drag me along. She pulled me aggressively. Nobody paid any mind -- I was her slave. When we reached her tent she tossed me to the ground, annoyed.

I crawled to her boots and kissed them, ashamed. "I'm sorry mistress."

"Get me water, slave."

Obediently, I grabbed her cup and almost ran across the camp to a nearby stream. The landscape was flat, with very low grass and a lot of weeds. The stream was a tributary of a great river that we had forded yesterday. A female slave dressed in rags gazed at my nude form pityingly for a moment, her eyes lingering on my brands, then went back to washing the soldiers' clothes.

When I returned with the cup full, Athena was in her tent, naked, ready for sleep. She liked to sleep naked, especially within my view. She drank the whole cup down then dropped it on the ground sleepily. "Pick it up ya slut". She laughed a little. Obediently, I placed the cup on her table, next to her battle axe and spear.

She beckoned to me, and locked a chain to my collar. Then she unlocked my chastity cage. She indicated for me to spoon her. She liked, rather surprisingly, to be spooned. She especially liked the feeling of my hard cock against her backside, which she felt more or less every night. We fell asleep with my chain firmly gripped in her hand. I dared not touch my cock. The last time I had done that, I had ended up in an isolation cell for a week. When she had finally opened the door I had begged her to take a whip to me, just to feel something other than stone.

The next day, I woke her with a massage and then helped her get dressed. Next, I helped her with her armor, kissing each piece before I strapped it on. She was majestic, powerful, austere. Once I was done, I lay kneeling, hands flat, head on the ground as usual. I didn't dare touch my cock, but it hung freely just touching the ground.

"Please mighty mistress.... I am so hard. Could you..." I whimpered a little knowing this could earn me a whipping. "Please could you use my cock today?" I felt arousal at the mere idea of being inside her. Typically she liked to use me at least once every day, but lately she had seemed to enjoy leaving me frustrated.

She laughed, then ignored me as if I hadn't said anything. "I expect you to earn your keep today, slave. My warriors who remain here may use you to relieve their stress as they wait for the Tibeians to approach. I will not expect you to partake in the combat, but you are a sex slave. You will satisfy them or I will hear about it."

My ears perked up at that. "I s -- see. Yes mistress." She pulled me up and kissed me on the lips possessively, gloved hand on the back of my head. "Just remember, you're MY toy." Then she grabbed my chain and pulled. I noticed gratefully that, for the first time in awhile, she had left the chastity cage lying in her tent.

Once we were halfway across the encampment, she pointed to a group of female warriors. "Now go over there. I can't have a slave accidentally exposing our position as we encircle the Tibeians." She smacked my backside and walked away as I trod over to the circle of Amazons who had been left with the main force.

I stood awkwardly, holding the chain leash I still wore in my right hand. The warriors, all powerful looking women like Athena, surveyed me. Their uniform was a fur mantle, which Athena also wore over her metal armour. Other than that several of them wore the cheaper leather shoulder and elbow guards, and a few chainmail. A harsh female voice rang out.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do with you?"

I stood uncertainly. "I'm sorry mistress. Apparently I am to serve you as your slave until we gain victory tomorrow."

Another stared at my exposed cock openly, and with interest. "You know, I could use a good fuck. We have NOTHING to do until we march tomorrow, except drink." She stood up and strutted towards me assertively. Then she grabbed the chain that was still clipped to my collar, the end of which I held obediently in my right hand. "You can call me Atalanta or just mistress."

She pulled me by the chain directly to her tent. I heeled her, wrists crossed behind my back. She was unusual looking for a Larsan, with blonde hair and blue eyes despite her tan Larsan complexion. She wore more jewellery than Athena typically did, and had a sort of cloth halter top which exposed her VERY toned abs. She pulled me into her tent.

She undressed herself. She had large breasts. Where Athena had a lithe athletic build, this woman was very muscular. She laid back on her typical fur -- covered bed. "Fuck me, slave."

Obediently, I approached her, and already hard, I started to drive into her. She snorted. "Fuck you. Do it like you mean it." I started to go faster. "Sorry, mistress". Angrily, she pulled me out, pushed me to the ground, and kneeling down started masturbating and sucking my cock, spitting on it a few times. Now I was VERY hard. When I was just about to orgasm, she took her hands off and laughed.

I was desperate to finish myself. When I tried, she slapped me hard in the face. I saw stars -- she was strong. I tasted blood on my lip. Then gracefully, she dropped herself onto my erect cock. She put her fingers in my mouth, and I sucked on them. I felt even more debased than usual, but remembered Athena's threats. I came into her and she moaned in pleasure. "Fuuuck.... Fuuuck... I see what she gets out of you. Fuuck... I'd buy you for myself... If you weren't already Athena's personal slut."

When she was done, I licked my own cum that leaked from her, and helped her with her armour. Then immediately I knelt down with my head and the palms of my hands on the ground awaiting her next command. She reached over, gave my cock an appreciative tug then flicked her fingers. "Heel".

When we returned to the fire, I knelt down again in the same position.

"So, was he a good lay?"

"Yes, he is well broken. I feel quite satisfied. He even licked his own cum off my pussy afterwards. Feel free to use him yourself. I let him cum because he satisfied me, but you don't have to." There was silence for a moment.

One of the other women threw a copper goblet at me, which bounced off my head. "Get me wine, slave." The others laughed and went back to their conversation.

Obediently, I picked up the goblet and rushed off to fill it. It was getting to be dark now. I felt excitement at being used again. But I also felt a little hurt -- I was Athena's personal slave, and she had always told me I was for her use only. I was worried that I had disappointed her. My role in life was to serve her, in every way. I belonged to her, as her slave. Pleasuring another woman seemed wrong somehow.

About halfway there a huge, round, very ugly, very drunk foot soldier carrying a pitchfork and dressed in rags half yelled something at me as I passed. I stopped. It was a crime for a slave to ignore a lawful order from a free person.

"Fu'in... Fu'in suck my cock you fu'in slavvvvveee!!" That seemed like an order. When I turned around his very small, rather beaten and bent cock stood out as far as it could from his trousers. Internally, I groaned, but I walked over, head down, obedient. I knelt down and started to suck. His cock tasted awful.

I heard a shriek from behind me. It was Atalanta. I turned. "You fucking slut! You fucking slut! What the HELL are you doing??" She fast marched, in quick step, over to me, and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from the soldier's cock. The drunk was furious.

"I wan'ed my fu'in cock SUCKED!"

In the blink of an eye, Atalanta had a knife at the man's throat. She was a trained killer, a sportswoman of war at the top of her game. He was not that much higher on the totem pole than me. And significantly shorter than either of us. He quickly backed down.

"Go find somewhere else to stick your cock."

We returned to the camp, her with a VERY tight hold on my leash, me stumbling and apologizing to her over and over again. "I'm so sorry mistress... He came out of nowhere..."

The other Amazons casually looked over at us as we reached their campfire.

"I caught this SLUT sucking a cock."

A bunch of them chimed in as I went red with humiliation. "What do you expect of an animal?" "Should we punish him?" "Nahhh - let's see how he does with one of those hot bitches we captured from the mill yesterday."

Atalanta shrugged, then dumped me on the ground near their fire pit and went off to grab a slave girl.

I lay there face down for a little while, afraid to move, until I heard the jangling of chains and the sound of the Amazon's boots. Nervously, I turned a little and lifted my head to see what the blonde Amazon had brought back.

"THIS one still needs to be broken in. I think a casual fuck by a stud should help. I don't know what her name was and I don't care. Her new name is "Whore".

Whore, a Tibeian, had flowing red hair and beautiful green eyes, slightly curved at the edges. She, like all freshly caught slaves, was stripped nude, with a slightly tan body and petite build. She had a kind of dreamy, glazed over expression. She certainly SEEMED broken to me. She wore wrist shackles and ankle shackles connected by chain, but only a simple rounded collar which could be locked to a coffle. She would receive a proper collar when she was sold in Larsa.

"P -- please mistress" she whispered humbly, her innocent eyes gazing up at the blonde Amazon, "p -- please wh -- where is my husband?" She seemed on the verge of tears.

Atalanta ignored her begging, instead taking out her leather whip and giving it a CRACK! In the air. She pointed at me. "You. Slave. Fuck her like you mean it. If I see anything less than TOTAL penetration I'll beat the shit out of you BOTH.

With a little reluctance, I strode over to the slave girl called "Whore". She peered up at me with those angelic eyes, and nodded slightly. Then, shaking a little, she lay on the ground, on her back, and spread her legs for me, bent slightly due to the chain connecting her ankles. Her pussy was recently shaved -- courtesy of Larsan slavers no doubt.

I leaned down, and pulled her chained wrists over her head gently. Then I kneaded her breasts a little, causing her to whimper. I began thrusting into her. She was quite wet. I plunged deeper, holding her chained wrists above her head now and kissing her on the lips. Despite the circumstances, she seemed to be enjoying this a little. She stretched her upper legs further to take me.

Atalanta trod over, pulled me away awkwardly, my cock still hard, and drove her fingers deep into the slave girl's pussy. "What a SLUT. Look how fucking wet she is. She'll be worth a pretty penny at market that's for sure." Whore teared up a little at that, but, obviously terrified, remained frozen in place. She was red with embarrassment.

When Atalanta withdrew her fingers Whore mewled a little. Atalanta snapped the fingers of her other hand and gestured to me. I moved back over and plunged into her again, feeling her tight, wet pussy. I started to go faster, ploughing into her, touching her breasts, the sides of her thighs. She gazed up at me worshipfully. I got faster, and she started to moan louder, screaming as she reached orgasm.

I noticed afterwards that Atalanta had gone back to the fire pit for a moment, and the two of us were left ignored a bit of a ways off from it. The slave girl clung to me tightly. I tried to move away and she mewled piteously, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes. "You seem like a good man. I wish they were going to sell me to you, not to one of these, these...."

She started crying again, and I held her somewhat awkwardly.

"B -- but, at least for you, th -- there might be a way out. I overheard the g - general say something, after he finished using me. Y -- your mistress is too popular. He is worried that she seeks to replace him.

My ears perked up. "What was that?"

"He d -- does not plan to march tomorrow. H -- he only told her that. He plans on telling his soldiers that she went rogue. Th -- they already think she's mad. When she advances on the T -- Tibeians alone, her warriors will be outnumbered and massacred."

This was disconcerting news. I should tell the remaining Amazons immediately. But the thought of being given a chance to escape... Likely the Amazons remaining would be too late to do anything when they finally figured out what was going on. Maybe they would forget about me. I could steal clothes and cover up my shackles...

Atalnta strode over and kicked the slave girl cruelly. Whore let go of me and Atalanta kicked her again. The slave girl curled up into a ball, crying. She started pleading tearfully.

"P -- please mistress, wh -- why are you hurting m..."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Now Whore was really sobbing, her petite form shaking with the pain of the whipping.

"Slaves ARE NOT permitted non-sexual intimacy with other slaves. When you are finished being USED" she yelled that word in the slave girl's face, causing her to sob even harder "you will kneel or lie prostrate, awaiting orders from your owner." Atalanta then grabbed the slavegirl by her red hair and began to half -- walk, half -- drag her back to the coffle of Tibeian slaves. The slavegirl reached out to me only to be jerked away in a moment. I knew I would never see her again.

I considered my options. With Athena and the other Amazons gone, I might have a chance... Or I would just be sold to the mines. That was a possibility as well. I almost put the thought out of my mind. No, I was a slave. I belonged to Athena. How could I even CONSIDER betraying her?

For much of the rest of the night, I was ignored, kneeling a bit away from the smoking fire pit. Occasionally, an Amazon would throw an empty wine goblet at me or order me to lick her boots clean for entertainment. Another of them grabbed me and played with me for about half an hour, flicking my cock, rubbing it, leaving me gasping and unable to satisfy myself without being directly ordered to. She was one of the last to fall asleep and, exhausted, I fell asleep close to her on the grass.

I woke up early, as I had been trained to. 5 in the morning as usual. I remembered what the slave girl had told me. It was now or never -- either I told the warriors still here what was going on, or I let events run their course. I thought of Athena. She had been a good mistress. Sure, she whipped me regularly, but I deserved it most of the time. I loved her, unflinchingly. She owned me. I knew what I had to do.

I sauntered over, and woke Atalanta. She was drowsy, but I gently shook her shoulders, then knelt next to her. She slowly got up. "What that... It's not daybreak yet... What is it slave?"

"Mistress, I have something to tell you." My tone was anxious, guilty.

"Spit it out."

"I have... Dark news about the general's plans..."

"Just fucking say it slave."

I told her what Whore had told me the night before.

Atalanta began to shake with rage, but remained quiet so as not to awake the others. "And you wait until NOW to tell me you fucking DECEITFUL SLAVE?" Then her tone went a dangerous cold. "I guess we'll need to find out if you're telling the truth." She grabbed the end of my leash and began to walk.

I remembered too late that it was customary for Larsans to interrogate slaves and enemy soldiers under torture.

"Please mistress," I pleaded as she dragged me to a bright red tent a bit beyond the edge of camp. "Please, it's the truth, Oh please." My heart started to race out of fear. I had heard screams coming from that tent, like everyone. The screams of interrogated prisoners. It was far enough from the general's tent that my confessions would be out of earshot of the general and his cronies, who likely were still asleep.

Atalanta murmured "I know Athena won't want you damaged, at least, not TOO damaged." I dug my feet into the earth but she easily pulled me into the tent by my chain. She was in the same clothes she had worn yesterday. Her face was hard, determined. I felt even more naked than ever.

A beam connecting two posts stood in the middle of the tent. Without warning, she grabbed my ankles, pulling them up, and locked my welded ankle shackles to hooks at the corners the beam such that I hung upside down, with my legs apart. My arms hung down limply, and she locked them each to steel loops screwed into the bottom of the posts. I was then facing away from her, splayed out in an upside down X.