Fortunately, the lash isn't for me. I'm lucky, my basket is light, filled with clothes : dresses and tunics. The woman who wore them must be locked in a cage right now... Or perhaps she serves the Masters elsewhere? Many noblewomen have been selected to become sex slaves, trophies for the warlord and his officers. Soon, these dresses will be worn by wealthy aristocrats of the Capital, perverse women who spend their days admiring their slaves serving them, naked and in chains, and satisfying their every desire. If I have to choose, I'd rather be a mule than a sex slave.
CRACK!
The whip blows into my chest. Phew, it's a light whip, there's no mark. We reach the main square once again. The cages are still full of women begging the Masters. Slavers grope the merchandise. Some women are chained, others branded... At the back of the stage, the Queen is still tied by the arms, forced to watch in horror as her people are enslaved. Like others, I was forced to lick her feet. She decided my fate. I was condemned to help rebuild the wall, but the Queen decided I'd be more useful to plunder her own city... Thank you Majesty, thank you for sending me on a less exhausting task. At the top of the walls, which protect me from the sun for a while, I see women carrying heavy bricks. I could never have kept up. I'd have fainted, and the Masters would have thrown my body over the wall to set an example.
CRACK!
The lash comes from further away, a scream rings out. It's a girl hanging by her feet in the middle of the square. A slave who tried to escape, I think. I pray I don't end up where she is. I place my basket in the carriage at the entrance to the town. Like the others, the hitch is made up of sweaty men. Captives brought back from raids on desert villages, and also from nomadic tribes. Their wives too must be crammed into the cages like animals. I stand with my labor sisters against the wall and wait for the order to leave. We'll probably spend the whole afternoon bringing everything back from the villa. And of course it's our fault if we don't finish the job on time. A master comes to pick me up, and I get scared. He pulls me by the arm and I follow him while trembling. I scrape my feet against a piece of glass on the pavement... Please, not the cage.
I'm taken to a tent near the main square. The Master throws me to the ground, my head hitting the carpet. I remain prostrate, trembling, miserable. I can hear the Masters talking around me. I feel so humiliated... I've let them down, I've been a bad slave... I'll end up in the mines, I know it... I can already see myself pushing carts through dark galleries, my body covered in filth, sleeping in my own piss and licking the guards' balls for a few drops of water.
As I listen to the guards, I realize that they're interested in my flesh. I hear them talking about my motivation, my obedience, my beauty. I try to calm my trance-like body and listen more carefully. The Masters talk of looting, of treasures hidden in the city. They want skilled slaves who know the city to help them find what my people have hidden. And it's always huddled on the floor, sweating, that I go from carrier slave to auxiliary slave. Thank you Master... On my knees, thighs spread, my pussy offered, hands on my head, I swear allegiance to this man of the Empire. I'm not yet branded or chained. Everything will depend on my obedience and skills. I understand that if I want to avoid returning to my cage, I'll have to do everything to satisfy this man. My body will belong to him. Still shaking, naked at his feet, I become his sex slave.
That same evening, I'm thrown into a barracks with the other girls. There are bunks, food, water, room for everyone. The gruel is not bad. I'm even lucky enough to be chosen by my new Master to wait on him at table. I'll stay by his side for hours, letting him touch me, feel me, compliment me like a good dog. Then, at dessert, I'll reach under the table to take my reward. I'll suck his cock like the good slave I am. I'll lick his balls, swallow his semen again and again. I'll be his whore, and more. I'll be his personal slut, whatever he wants... As long as I don't go back to the cages... As long as he doesn't whip me too hard.
And later that night, I'll fall asleep at the foot of his bed after he's fucked me several times. I won't even think of escaping... There's no escaping the Masters. When I close my eyes, I'll no longer hear the cries of the slaves in the Great Square, nor the pleas of the tortured prisoners in the dungeons. Soon, I'll serve the Empire by offering the hidden treasures of my city... And I'll become my Master's favorite.
