He held the three, naked girls tightly by the chains around their necks and bodies, as his hard cock dangled in front of him. He walked down the long, stone corridor, grinning to himself. He listened to their moans and heavy breathing. A sure sign of worry on the girl's parts. The first trip into the dungeon was never easy for the newly captured slaves.
He nodded at other men, dressed like he was in their longer shirts, no pants, and hard cocks dangling from their bodies. It was a Friday night and they were on the hunt for warm holes.
Cages filled with women, who were set up in various positions for easy fucking garnished the hallway. The musky, moist smell of pussy emanated through the air. The men of the village visited the cages all day, using up the holes on display. Until a slave was claimed, or if she was discarded for misbehavior, or even punished, her holes and services were offered to every man in the village.
Some women were tied by all fours, their asses pressed up against the cages. A perfect opening cut out in the middle of the metal for maneuverability on the man's part. The rows of cages catered to hard cock and its sexual wants. Others were chained by their necks, their faces pressed up against the bars for mouth fucking and ball licking, while more were suspended and tied, with a reasonable sized hole in the cage, for those men that preferred the use of two holes during one romp.
The Master grew harder when looking back at the new arrivals. He had leashed them by the neck and then ran the cold, metal steel chains tightly between their legs. He was sure they were unaware, when they first arrived, that with each step, their pussies would moisten, their cunt lips would open and their holes would swallow his chain. He looked back often to witness the chains losing themselves inside the bitches' pussies. Soon their holes would be swallowing his cock. He adored a fresh batch of whores.
Walking past a caged girl, who was not in use, proved to be too much for him, so he stopped for a look. Her holes looked fresh and her swollen pussy lips were pink. He bit his lip while looking at the suspended whore. Tightly tied, she was pushed right to the bars of the cage. Both her holes exposed for anyone that wished to play.
His desire to open her tight asshole made his cock twitch. Moving his hands to the bar, he pushed his swollen cock head against the caged whore's ass. She moaned as the girls chained to him started to grunt and cry. Slowly, he pushed inside of her tight ass. He felt the breath of the dark-headed slave girl on his neck. He pulled the chain on them tighter. He wanted his ass to rub against the slave behind him as he fucked the girl in the cage.
While pushing deep inside the caged whore's ass, he heard one of the newly chained bitches say something out of line. He didn't bother to turn back around to see which one had spoken. Once he had them in his cottage, the others would rat and let him know who was disrespectful.
Moaning aloud, the Master pulled his cock from the used ass, turned around and shot his cum all over his new playthings. They cried and moaned, trying to wipe it from themselves. He laughed and pulled on their leashes.
Leading them down the hall, the other men were looking at the newly captured girls. Smiling at them as their cocks fucked other slaves in the hallway, some mumbled the word welcome. Coming around a corner, the master caught a glimpse of the dark-headed girl chained to him. He could have sworn she was licking her fingers.
Glancing again, he saw it to be true. His load must have shot on her fingers and she was licking it off. He looked into her hazel eyes. She looked down, putting her hands to her sides. He smiled and led them back to his cottage.
Maybe he would finally have some luck with a whore. Maybe he found one that would like to eat his load. A woman that could not help herself. One that would worship him, lick his ass and eventually fall in love with him. Once a slave loved you, she would remain loyal and dependable.
He knew Masters received bad names. Most of what was said about them wasn't true. Sure, they fucked holes and used them up but that was why women had holes. They were there to serve the man and his cock. But, if a slave was kind and obedient, a master could love her back. He would keep her safe and die to protect her.
The Master's cock grew again as he led the girls through the doorway of his cottage. He could not wait to begin sticking their pussies, taking their asses and listening to them cry and beg. Oh yes, his cock starting growing as he pictured it in his mind. His load dripping out from one's ass as he stuffed the next ass for filling. Yes, the Master was ready for a week of fucking.
All Masters in the village could keep the captured whores for a week. Then, if they would like, they would take one for their own. If he disliked all of them, they would be sent to the hallway for community use or be taken by another. This usually meant that the girls fought with one other, all begging to suck and lick, to outdo the other to assure they would be kept. Life in the cages was hard. Life in a cottage for a loyal slave could be sweet.
Being a one-man whore, a slave would attend social parties with her Master. All the slaves sitting at their Master's feet as good wine and food was served. The rooms of master's whipping out their cock to be sucked as an after dinner treat. Listening to the sound of slurping whores licking on dripping cocks as wine glasses clicked to their good fortunes was an enjoyable night for most masters.
