The Medieval Fair Deceived

All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.

My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English.

This story takes place in the utopian universe created by CollaredSlutsGirl on her BDSMLR page that I have already used in other stories, it is based on her stories of the Slave Expo, although transferred to a medieval environment.

The Medieval Fair - Deceived

"Come on Kate, don't linger;" Linda yells at me heading to the ticket office. "We have a lot to see and it's your fault that we're late."

I don't even answer Linda, the fair has opened just fifteen minutes ago and does not close until practically midnight.

This is the second time that this medieval fair has been held, in principle it is very similar to the slave expo that has been taking place for decades in most of the country's large capitals, but once you are inside you find many substantial differences.

As in the slave expo, young women can participate in various games and competitions, risking ending up with a necklace around their necks, but unlike the now classic exhibition, at the fair there are many more ways to end up being a slave girl, even if you don't take risks in any of those games.

I know that the fair is a risk for any girl over eighteen years of age who dares to visit it, and in this fact, we find another difference with the slave expo, in which girls under twenty-one years of age cannot enter without being accompanied by a man, in the fair instead it is enough to be of legal age.

Last year, having just come of age, both Linda and I attended the first edition of the fair as part of the university excursion, although watched by half a dozen professors we could hardly enjoy most of the spiciest and most exciting shows, despite that surveillance, and not being able to access all the fairgrounds. Half a dozen students did not return with the group, after ending up for one reason or another with a necklace around their necks.

Now, we know that without that protection and vigilance, the chances of ending up in one of the auctions that are held during the day are very high, we have already heard rumors that several classmates and some acquaintances have ended up with necklaces in the month that the fair has been open.

Luckily, neither Linda nor I wanted to risk making any mistake that would end up with us at auction, and we invested our little savings in taking out slavery insurance to avoid it from an insurer trusted by Linda's family.

As soon as we arrived at the ticket office, we both let out a sigh of disappointment, although that expense will give us security during our stay, it will also prevent us from enjoying the attractions of the fair in their entirety. The fair has a quite complicated operation, you don't just visit the fair and that's it, you have to integrate into it, so

that everything seems as real as possible.

For women who come alone to the fair, there are seven modalities of entry, depending on each modality you access more attractions, the modalities are related to social positions in the Middle Ages, and range from the maid, to the peasant, followed by the merchant and the soldier, and ending with the noblewoman and the princess, without forgetting the prostitute.

We had hoped that we had enough money to buy the merchant's ticket, knowing that the soldier's or nobleman's ticket is not within our reach due to the money spent on slavery insurance. But what we didn't expect is that the prices would have gone up and we have to make do with the peasant ticket and the clothes that come with it, clothes that as soon as I see them, I know I don't need Linda's expert opinion to know that they are not the right ones according to the story.

The clothes consist of knee-high boots, a short skirt and a corset, all made of brown leather, and a long-sleeved blouse that varies the color from one suit to another, as underwear and black leather panties without a bra.

The fact that I am not wearing a bra, which for me due to my not too big breasts is not a problem, provokes Linda's protests, since her big tits are barely contained by the clothes, fortunately the slave girl in charge of the wardrobe, provides her with a different corset that not only supports her breasts, but lifts them making them look even

bigger.

Apart from these types of tickets, we discovered that there is one more for girls who come accompanied by a man, the slave girl ticket. Linda and I found out when we left the changing room and met Alexia, the head cheerleader of the football team 'dressed' in that way.

The costume in question consists simply of a harness of leather straps, which surrounds Alexia's body, arms and legs, although it actually covers only her pussy.

As always, Alexia's slut is happy to show off in public like that, drawing attention as she does whenever she can, only when her boyfriend Michael hooks a leash to the ring of her leather necklace and pulls it to make it move, does she let out a small protest.

"¡Slave girl silence!" Michael yells at her, tapping her hand on one of her tits. "Behave yourself or I'll have to punish you, starting by leaning over one of those tables and fucking you in front of everyone."

Linda and I looked at each other a little scared by Michael's words, but seeing the bulge in his pants and Alexia's mischievous smile, we have no doubt that it won't be long before they'll be fucking in one of the places set up for the occasion.

Shortly after watching Alexia and Michael walk away, Linda and I head to one of the many taverns at the fair, to enjoy another thing that works differently from real life: alcohol.

Outside the fair, neither Linda nor I, being under twenty-one years old, can legally drink alcohol, here we can do it perfectly, although always being careful not to overdo it, we know that the slave girls collection patrols wait around the fair with a collar ready for girls who have drunk too much.

We entered the tavern, and after ordering a large mug of beer and two glasses, we decided to sit at a table a little away from the people, observing everything that was happening around us, especially the more than two dozen naked slave girls who served the customers. Surprised by the high number of slave girls, I go to ask Linda if she knows the reason, but soon my doubts are answered.

Most slave girls spend more time kneeling between the legs of one of the customers tending to their cock, or leaning over one of the tables being fucked by one of their two holes than serving the tables, which forces most people to approach the bar to order, where they are attended by half a dozen slave girls, who to prevent them from being used by the clients, wear a chastity belt and are chained to the ground.

At the table next to ours, two of our university professors coincidentally sit, Theresa, the professor of Literature, dressed as a peasant like us, and George, the professor of Technology dressed as a soldier. Theresa greets us a little embarrassed by the situation and George can't help but look at Linda's tits.

The smell of sex, sweat, the prevailing heat and alcohol are starting to affect everyone, at the table next to ours, we are surprised to see that Theresa has gotten under the table and is sucking George's cock, who seems as surprised as we are.

Seeing all that, I start to get excited, I notice how my nipples are marked against the fabric, and how my pussy gets wet, next to me, Linda has had one of her hands under her clothes for a long time.

Time seems to have stopped in the tavern, although it is evident that it is still passing, next to us, Theresa is no longer under the table, now she is lying on it, with a man on top of her fucking her pussy while another enjoys her mouth, although neither man is George. This scene is repeated throughout the tavern, so that the slave girls are not differentiated from the free women who have given themselves up to lust.

It all ends suddenly when the doors of the tavern open to make way for half a dozen armed guards, guards we all know are really agents of the collection patrols.

In just a couple of minutes, all the women who have been fucking are kneeling in the middle of the tavern, regardless of whether they are free women or slave girls. The slave girls are immediately pushed aside, leaving half a dozen women naked, ashamed and very frightened by the situation.

"They're going to enslave them;" Linda whispers in my ear. "Only slave girls and prostitutes can fuck in taverns. They have no way of escaping, even if they had slavery insurance."

Confirming Linda's words, the guards stand in front of the women, and without saying a word close the necklaces around their necks, turning them from that moment on into mere property of the men.

Several of the women protest slightly, and one of them cums on the floor of the tavern causing laughter from those present.

The guards attach a strap to the necklaces of the new slave girls and begin to take them out of the tavern, although one of them who has not stopped looking at us while we observed everything that was happening addresses us.

"Stand up and show me your tickets and IDs;" he orders us.

We then give the tickets and identification to the guard, who proceeds to check the data.

The guard smiles for something, but just doesn't say anything, he gives me back the tickets and documentation, and as he does so he brings his free hand to Linda's tits grabbing them tightly.

Linda lets out a small scream, but she doesn't dare to protest, she knows it's better to hold on. Soon the guard's hand gets under Linda's clothes, finding her pussy very wet with excitement.

I don't have to ask what the guard's hand is doing under Linda's clothes, his twitching face and blank look are answer enough.

Just over a minute after the guard has started to masturbate Linda, I notice how her whole-body trembles and she reaches orgasm, not being able to help but let out a scream caused by the pleasure that floods her body.

"If we had waited a little longer, I'm sure this slut would have been spread wide with a cock in her pussy;" says the guard causing laughter from the customers.

When the guard pulls his fingers out of Linda's pussy they are dripping with their juices, but instead of wiping them he brings them to my mouth. I look at my fingers, and I look at the guard, and without him having to say anything to me I put them in my mouth and suck them until they are clean.

"A horny slut and a submissive slut;" the guard comments aloud.

"Put the necklace on them;" one of the customers shouts. "They're just as the slave girls you just took or the slave girls in the tavern;" shouts another.

"You'd better go;" the guard tells us. "And you better look for another type of entertainment, if I see you again in a tavern you will end up with a necklace around your neck."

As soon as we leave the tavern, Linda runs off into one of the alleys, for a few moments I think about following her, but I prefer to leave her alone and meet later. As I head to another area of the fair, I can't help but think about how hard it must have been for her, to orgasm in front of so many people and even less to an orgasm caused by a man. Linda is a lesbian, and as far as I know, she had never been touched by a man until today.

Just a few minutes after separating from Linda I meet Alexia and Michael again, although when I see them, I can't help but let out a little scream.

Alexia's smile has disappeared, replaced by a grotesque grimace caused by a red leather ball lodged in her mouth, she has her hands chained behind her back, and I can see how her body now sports certain ornaments that she did not have before, she wears golden chains hanging from pierced rings on her nipples and clitoris and a tattoo with the word slut has still been engraved on her pussy now in sight.

"You're a stupid slut;" Michael yells at Alexia. "What did you think was going to happen when you agreed to be my slave girl at the fair? A slave girl is good enough to pay for what I buy at the fair, and if I decide to fuck a slut from the brothel for twenty coins, and I offer your mouth as payment, you have nothing to say."

Michael pushes Alexia onto one of the tables next to one of the slave girls stalls and begins to undress by placing himself between the young woman's legs.

"When we started the visit, I promised you that if you didn't behave well, I was going to fuck you in front of all the people, and that's what I'm going to do;" he tells her starting to fuck her hard and violently. "And when I am done with you, I will sell you as a slave girl, so that you may know what it is like to be unable to refuse anything that a man wants to do with you."

Alexia lets out a gasp in the gag, but I don't know if it's because of Michael's words or the orgasm that goes through her body.

Minutes later, Alexia, with the remains of Michael's semen between her thighs, is on the auction stage along with a dozen other slave girls, including the red-haired former teacher Theresa.

Alexia is bought by the director of the institute, Mr. Andrew, who wastes no time in leaning her over the same table where Michael fucked her and doing the same, although this time once freed from the gag and wearing the royal slave necklace, Alexia does not hide and surrenders completely to pleasure, begging her new Master to fuck her as hard as he can and treat her like the slut she is now.

A few minutes later, a beautiful red-haired slave is leaning over the same table, who has been named Terry by her Master, and while she is being fucked, she begins to kiss Alexia, who gladly responds to the caresses of her former teacher.

Terry's face is one of genuine happiness as she gets fucked by her old classmate George, and I can't help but wonder if that visit to the fair together, and her reaction at the tavern hadn't been prepared in advance with the intention of ending up being someone else's slave girl.

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Night is falling and the first torches are being lit on the fairgrounds, again, as has happened to me since I walked through the door this morning, I am surprised to see all the decoration that is everywhere,

I know that everything is modern technology, but it is designed in such a way that when a few minutes ago the torches were lit, I have been able to catch the smell of burning wood and incense in the air.

Most of the main shows that have been taking place during the day have already ended, and all the stalls are gradually closing their doors, the public that has endured until this hour, is heading to the esplanade that extends at the foot of the castle walls, to enjoy dinner and the subsequent party, party during which the last slave girl auction will be held and where a large part of the young women enslaved during the day will receive their slave mark and will be fucked for the first time in their new condition of simple sex toy owned by a man, although many of them will already arrive well fucked at that time.

Luckily the day ended quietly, with nothing more to review since I saw how the head cheerleader of the Institute and one of my teachers were sold as slave girls and fucked in front of all the visitors.

Since then, I have dedicated myself to touring the fair, visiting the various stalls, and witnessing some of the shows, shows that have inevitably ended the slavery of many of the young participants. I can't say much about whether the fair or the different shows are realistic or not, Linda is the expert in history, but I doubt very much that in the fairs of the twelfth century a woman could be enslaved as easily as it happens now, only the auctions of slave girls that occur every hour seem to be similar to what I have seen in the few history books I have read.

Again, I head to the forge, the place that has attracted my attention all day, and where I agreed with Linda that we should meet if we parted ways during the visit, which happened after the events in the tavern.

It's the fourth or fifth time I've approached the forge, hoping to find Linda, but it's the first time I've found her without people around, probably because the pillory is empty, on previous occasions I've seen how several young women were auctioned off while the blacksmith fucked them, even a young woman who later turned out to have slavery insurance was brought to orgasm while thinking she was being sold for real.

"You'd like to try the experience;" says the blacksmith, a blond, muscular young man with a bare torso that I couldn't help but notice every time I've approached. "Although you already know the consequences of doing so;" he adds with a smile on his lips.

"I have slavery insurance;" I quickly reply, showing him the card we were given at the entrance.

The blacksmith takes the card and after reading it he takes a strip of leather and shows it to me a little closer to me. "Then why not take a chance and have a fun time."

I look around and see that there is no one around, I am sure that if this had happened after seeing how Alexia and Theresa were auctioned, I would not have dared to, but now carried away by the couple of beers I have drunk in one of the street stalls, and by the excitement accumulated throughout the day, I throw myself into the adventure.

"Go ahead;" I say to the blacksmith.

Quickly the blond and muscular young man ties the leather strap around my neck and begins to undress me from the waist up, starting with the corset and continuing with the blouse, leaving my tits exposed, then he pulls the leather strap and guides me to stand in front of the pillory, with his strong hand he forces me to lean down and soon my neck and wrists are enclosed between the two pieces of wood from the pillory.

The blacksmith walks away from me and after picking up some kind of megaphone he comes out of the store and begins to speak, "Come on ladies and gentlemen, we still have one more sale before dinner, come and enjoy the show that this young woman named Kate is going to give us."

The blacksmith repeats the call for a couple of minutes and immediately almost a hundred people crowd around the forge.

"Fuck! You could have made up the name;" I say angrily.

"Silence slave girl or I will have to gag you;" the blacksmith replies giving me a spanking on the ass.

I let out a little scream, but instead of getting scared I get even more excited knowing that it's all part of the game I've agreed to participate in.

"We're going to start the last auction of the day, Katherine Parker, nineteen-year-old medical student at the local university, without slavery insurance;" the blacksmith points out to the crowd. "For the moment seeing only her beautiful face, her blond hair and her firm tits, we'll start bidding for twenty gold coins."

I am surprised to hear the starting value, from what I have been able to see at the fair a gold coin is equivalent to one hundred dollars, and none of the young women I saw auctioned before exceeded thirty gold coins.

"25 Coins;" I hear someone shouting.

"We've got the first bid;" says the blacksmith. "Let's see what else Kate is hiding."

The blacksmith stands behind me and tears my skirt and my panties leaving me dressed only in the leather boots, I notice how he places something around my ankles and by surprise pulls them forcing me to open my legs wide, I try to kick but I realize that he has fastened my ankles to the ground with chains.

"Take a closer look at Kate's charms;" the blacksmith says by activating a lever.

The part of the floor where I am holding begins to rotate and I realize that in a few seconds I will be completely exposed to everyone's view.

"40 Coins;" someone yells as soon as the spin is complete.