Aleid the brood mare
Remember Aleid was used by the privateer crew as a cum vessel, then sold at auction.
Her wagon ride was circuitous, avoiding main thoroughfares and passing behind what were probably businesses. Her ass became bruised from the jouncing ride over badly-laid stone.
They eventually stopped behind what was clearly a butchers' from the bones and stripped carcasses piled into barrels. Was this the shop of her buyer? Surely not!
It became instantly clear why they'd stopped. The African climbed into the box of the wagon, his rampant cock clearly visible sticking out of the leg of his short pants.
It was as thick as her arm, and clearly far too long to be contained by her cunt. She retreated as far as her bond would permit. He smiled, grabbed the cord and reeled her in like a snared rabbit as she scrabbling at the wagon bed uselessly.
He simply picked her up as easily as a newborn calf, and laid her face-down in the straw piled in the wagon. Pressing on top of her, straddling her, pinning her beneath his body, she felt the breath driven from her small frame by one enormous hand pressing her down.
He was immensely strong, his arms like bands of oak, his torso ridged with muscle, his calves bulging, thighs thick and hard. She had no hope of resisting whatever he wanted to do with her.
He wasted no time, opening his pants and raising her skirt. She felt what seemed a large limb, worming between her legs. But it wasn't his arm - it was his cock!
She was suddenly afraid for her life, uncertain what this thing would do to her body, but could only gasp and whimper. Uselessly she attempted to crawl away with her arms, but only flailed at the straw. He laughed.
Clasping her hip with one huge hand he raised off her, the other hand forcing her legs apart. He ran his cock tip across her cunt, wet despite her fear. But instead of plunging that monstrous member into her sex, once wet he pulled back and began probing her buttocks.
He entered her ass like an animal into a burrow, stretching her sphincter, easing further into her gut. She could feel the monstrous thrust from inside her belly!
His hand removed from her to guide his stiff dick, she arched her back, looked down and saw the thing bulging her stomach, moving, stroking her insides from pubic bone to belly button.
Like a small animal alive inside of her, it's tip could be traced as it drew across her torso inside her flesh. She stared, unable to look away from her body, violated by that immense member.
With a powerful hand he pushed her back onto the straw, joined to her at the hips now by that stiff rod, and began using her in earnest.
Struggling, gasping, her gut responded to each slow stroke with spasms. She craned her head back, flailed her arms, grabbing bunches of straw and flinging them pointlessly, thrashing her legs, emitting choked cries.
Her cunt clutched but with no dick filling it her convulsive clenches were deeper than she'd ever experienced. Could she cum from this animal intrusion inside her body?
This question was immediately answered. On the fifth measured stroke she felt his warm spunk erupting deep inside herself, pulses moving along the length of his member and out the swelled tip into her gut.
Her empty sex convulsing, she spurted her orgasm out her cunt and onto the straw, her head back, trying to bend double under his assault.
The pulses slowed, he withdrew as her cunt clenched and unclenched, the indescribable feeling of his member exiting her body causing her eyes to roll up in her head.
Satisfied, he paused a moment to fasten his pants and climbed back onto the drivers seat. His member was clearly no smaller than when he started, still fully erect with the slick purple head visible sticking several inches out through the waist band of his garment.
She levered herself up slowly, panting, then drew her legs underneath herself to squat unsteadily in the straw she'd wet. With pops and burbles, his cum began leaking from her ass. In spurts and blobs it joined her wet ejaculations on the wagon bed.
After regaining her breath she remembered to draw her skirt back down over her exposed midsection.
It took another half an hour to reach their destination, on a hill behind the town. A clock somewhere began to toll the hour as they topped the last rise.
The harbor was visible in the distance, the ship she'd spent weeks(?) imprisoned in, like a toy at anchor in the distance, blurred by the humid air. How harmless it seemed, and how far away already.
There was no sign of her ship. Probably destined for some breakers yard or another merchant port, lost to her forever.
The great man's house was large, built into the hillside with main house, courtyard and two wings. What lay behind was not visible, but a high stone wall lined the front and led off around each wing.
The wagon entered by a gate into a flowered courtyard. Passing the main entrance they pulled up beside one wing.
Here was a servant's entrance, graceless and functional. The manservant said not a word, waiting in the driver's seat as two maids emerged and took charge of her, one old and heavy and one younger, slight. They unfastened her cord, helped her down, led her inside through a kitchen to a wash room.
Here they removed her clothes, cutting the laces, pulling the garment over her head and discarding it. She was not sorry to see the rags go, as they were beyond filthy.
A tub of water simmered on a coal heater. Fully naked and sat on a rough stool, they appraised her light hair, fine skin and delicate features with evident envy. Each fingered her hair, ran fingers over her body.
Then taking soft cloths, they soaped and rinsed her hair and limbs with practiced efficiency. Finding the trails of cum on her thighs the younger giggled, taking a drop on a finger and tasting it, giggling again.
Filth sluiced away and skin pink and scrubbed, they turned to a bowl of oil warming near the burner. Dipping some into a palm they rubbed their hands together and began to massage her flesh, working the oil deep.
It felt like heaven. The first kind gesture she'd encountered since the mate's gentle fucking all those days ago, she burst into tears. The horrific events of the last weeks bubbled up and over, overwhelming her emotions and leaving her sobbing, her breast heaving, unable to even take a breath between anguished wails.
The women paused, alarmed, but shook their heads and continued rubbing.
The tiny maid, slight as a fey spirit, shushed her. She kneeled in front of the stool. Ignoring her tears she began working the oil into Aleid's breasts. She carefully oiled every inch, her warm hands spreading gently above and below. Taking care over her nipples she rolled them with her fingers, working the fragrant oil into them until they swelled.
As her sobs subsided, the girl smiled at her, said "Gia". That was apparently her name. With a final friendly tug on a nipple, she stood.
Fetching a gown from a chair in the corner the diminutive maid bunched it up and stood on her toes to place it over Aleid's head. Aleid raised her arms, cooperating in donning the soft fabric.
Once it was in place it was clearly small, two sizes too small! The neck plunged, barely containing her breast and leaving half of each nipple exposed. The hem didn't begin to cover butt or cleft, but ended just below her belly, with only a fringe playing peek-a-boo with her bush.
Simple straw sandals were provided. No underclothes of any kind were offered. A blue ribbon for her hair completed the outfit.
The maids had her stand up, admired their work. They seemed well satisfied, adjusting the straps and tugging at the fabric so that it would be more evocative, not less. They tried leaving one breast entirely exposed, but it apparently ruined the effect so they tucked her back in.
Finished for the nonce, the smaller girl (Gia?) led her by the hand out through the kitchen to a room off a hall. The door had a lock, but a latch only on the outside. She was clearly still to be a prisoner. In a gilded cage, but a prisoner regardless.
Furnished with a soft bed, a chair and a dressing table, there was a door to a garden behind. She tried the door, and it was unlocked. Walking tentatively into the garden, the maid Gia stood watching her as she examined her environment.
The garden was completely enclosed by high, smooth stone walls. No gate was in evidence. The garden contained several flowering shrubs, some vegetable beds, a stone bench. A small hut that proved to be a latrine.
So this was her world now? It was larger than a sail locker to be sure. Prettier by far. Day and night would be clearly distinguishable.
But it seemed that her duties would be little different, given the uniform she was to wear.
Returning to 'her' room the young maid was gone. She tried the exit but the stout oak door to the hall was fastened. No ally in Gia; she was still on her own.
It was afternoon before she met another human. Small colored birds had perched in the shrubs, their calls musical. A stone circle in the garden proved to be a well, accessed by pulling a rope staked to the ground, and raising a small bucket. A pitcher on her nightstand could be filled as she wished.
The latrine was clean and fairly odorless. She availed herself of this facility, reveling in the chance to defecate without being faced with the result.
She laid on the bed for just a moment, but when her eyes reopened it was late afternoon. A noise in the hall proved to be the master returning. After some muffled talk and excited replies from the maids, her door rattled and opened.
She stood, faced the door to size up her captor.
