Chapter 1 - Slave to Lust - FREE READ

[Quoren]

Chapter One


His brain pounded like Friggorian war drums before battle. Slowly opening his eyes through the pulsing pain, he squinted against the bright sunshine glaring through the barred window. Raising his hands to shield them from the light, he found his wrists shackled by heavy iron chains. “What the hael…” he muttered, examining the clanking links binding him to a wall in a small dirty cell.

How did I get here? He wondered, rubbing his throbbing temple. The last thing he remembered was hot sand stretching to the horizon in every direction and the blazing sun above him. He tried to swallow, but his parched throat gave up only a dry cough. As he attempted to piece together the bits of information he remembered, the memory of sinister laughter kept ringing in his ears. That’s ...odd. He shook his head as though trying to dislodge the discarnate voices from his mind.

Checking himself over, he couldn’t find any marks or bruises, but his head sure as haelan hurt. Then he realized something… “Where’re my clothes?” He wore nothing but a short loincloth. Much too short, he thought, as he knelt for a better look. The tattered material only just covered the tip of his resting penis. “Hope the ladies around here aren’t too modest then,” he joked to himself. “Wherever here is.” He looked around trying to peer out the little window high in the wall.

Just then the sound of keys rattled in the lock and two heavily muscled guards began barking orders at him. “On your feet thrall. We’ve got someone that’ll be wanting to see you.”

Wanting to see me? He groaned, their words beating his brain like a sledgehammer. Well I’m wanting to see someone about these... accommodations. As the guards moved in looming over him, the puzzled man tried to focus upon them, gritting his teeth though the dizzying pain. “Shush… Not so loud,” he complained, holding his head while trying to stand up, the short length and weight of the chains throwing his balance off. “And thrall? What do you mean thrall? Where am I? What is this place?” the prisoner asked as the guards roughly unshackled him from the wall, only to bind his wrists behind his back.

Both men laughed. “Pretty boy here wants to know where he is,” said the shorter guard with the crooked nose. “Should we tell him?”

“Nah,” answered the other with equally crooked teeth. “He’ll find out soon enough.” He gave the captive man a lewd wink, and then shoved him towards the door.

A full head and shoulders taller than his jailors, the prisoner walked in front of them, as they guided him through a maze of stinking underground cells, then up a ramp out behind a wooden platform full of other men. Bound and dressed just like him, he figured they must be captured warriors ready to be auctioned as slaves. But on closer look, he noticed they were all well muscled and good looking men, every one of them. Too much for a coincidence, he thought, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings.

Then he heard the distinctive chime alerting the buyers to approach and saw the crowd of women enter the gates of the outdoor stand. Their fine sheer clothing and the light veils they wore to protect themselves from the blistering sun and drifting sands told him exactly where he was – Keelnatha, a small Nindali kingdom on the south-western edge of The Forsaken Desert near the border of Frigg; and this was the Himalu Market. These men weren’t mere worker slaves; they were being sold as sex slaves for the lonely ladies of the rich houses of Herkaba, Keelnatha’s capitol.

The man scanned the crowd, spotting many shapely beauties waving bulging money purses at the meat dealer. Right, this isn’t so bad, he mused silently with a glint in his eye and turned to go up the steps to the showing platform.

“Oh, no,” The guards stopped him, each grabbing an arm and pulling him the other way.

“You’re much too valuable for those hungry whores. You go this way,” said Crooked Nose, pushing him on down a pathway leading to a private tent.

It appeared small and shabby from the outside, with sun-bleached streamers flapping and snapping in the wind. The man’s stomach turned with uneasy knots, but he knew better than to judge by appearances.

Coming up to its entrance, the slave stopped suddenly. Crooked Teeth and Crooked Nose bumped into his back and gave him a sneer and a whack across the back of the head for his impudence. He just stood there, unfazed and waited.

Crooked Nose called out a few words in the local dialect that the man was surprised to understand. He was even more surprised when a woman’s sultry voice answered in return. The guards then each grabbed a dusty corner of the tents flaps and folded them back, ordering their prisoner inside.

Everything changed as he stepped through the opening. Inside, he spied splendidly carved furniture, fragrant plants, and cushions strewn everywhere. Magnificent silks draped from the vaulted ceiling, pooling on finely spun rugs and riches of all kinds were displayed in splendour. The tent’s occupants enjoyed every available luxury.

Then he noticed them. Three veiled beauties sat among many large plump cushions on the covered floor. Or rather, they sat up immediately upon noticing him. Two of them were topless, wearing only long flowing split skirts trimmed with delicately tinkling gold decorations and jewels. The captive man offered them each a small appreciative smile, admiring their firm breasts and curving hips.

They both giggled at the attention from the handsome thrall and turned to the third woman sitting quietly between them. She was dressed far more regally than her companions, and though she was covered, her lovely large nipples showed through her wispy pale blue covering.

Most striking about her though, the prisoner noticed, were her large blue eyes, staring intently at him above her thin veil, taking in every detail of his body. He knew this was no bored merchant’s wife.

“Astra, Milla… Go,” she spoke suddenly, ordering the girls once he settled into position, as instructed by the guards. He stopped a few feet before them, standing calmly, perfectly erect with his shoulders square, yet his head bowed slightly in respect. The girls knew their job and eagerly jumped up to approach the bound man. Running their hands over his body, inspecting every rippling muscle, touching his long hair and his tender lips, they cooed and giggled in delight.

The prisoner stood firm, thoroughly enjoying their poking and prodding. Their fingers sensually explored every crook and crevice they could find, sending shivers of delight down his spine. He felt oddly comfortable in his new position of sex slave, as though used to being fawned over by women.

“His hair, mistress, have you ever seen anything like it?” asked Milla. “I’ve never seen such a colour before. So yellow; so beautiful, as though kissed by the very sun.” Her nipples lightly grazed his back, as she lifted a handful of his hair to her nose.

A small tremor of desire shifted in his loins. He could feel his blood rushing to fill his stirring cock and breathed deeply to maintain his self control.

The girl behind him found his bound hands and began to discreetly rub her closely shaved mound against them, as she continued to marvel over his size and stature. A wicked idea crossed his mind, so to add to her pleasure, he stretched his fingers out under her fine gown to find her moist slit, already pooling with arousal, and began to fondle her little bud. Clasping his shoulders to steady herself, she moaned softly near his ear, as she manoeuvred herself into position to push against his working fingers.

Meanwhile, Astra pressed herself against him, straddling his thigh and reaching up his chest to his shoulders. “And so tall,” she added. “We have no men like this here. They’re all so stout and hairy, with noses like pigs.” Her full breasts brushed against him as she slid a hand back down over his smooth chest and stomach to the bulge under his loincloth. “Ooh! And he’s so big,” she whispered, looking up at him.

He grinned at her with one eyebrow cocked, moving his hips forward to give her a better handful. He liked that she liked him and found him so attractive.

Taking advantage of his intimate offer, she started to stroke and grab his hardening shaft, now beginning to peek out from under his small covering. Never taking her eyes from his, she began to gyrate, rubbing her slit on him. He could feel her wetness spreading on his naked leg as her lips parted so she could grind her clit on his thigh.

“He works,” she turned to her mistress, pumping the man’s large cock with her hand.

“And he… he likes women,” Milla added through soft moans as she continued to glide over his fingers behind him.

Their mistress nodded in approval, her own fingers pinching and rubbing her right nipple over the silk material covering it, as she watched her companions take pleasure from the bound slave.

Noticing his eyes focused now solely on her, watching her fingers dance over her breasts, she sat up suddenly and called out. “Enough!” The two girls groaned in complaint, but stopped their molestation of the prisoner. “What’s your name thrall?” She demanded, while smoothing her skirts.

He swallowed again wishing for some water. “I am…” he started confidently, but then drew a complete blank. He couldn’t remember his own name, who he was, or where he’d come from. An inner terror seized him as his voice fell in bewilderment. “I don’t know; I–”

“We found this one baking in the desert,” the guard cut in, both of them watching from the doorway the whole time.

“Barely alive, he was,” said the other. “We named him Quoren, because of his golden mane, my mistress, like the ancient heathen god.” He smiled, baring his crooked teeth at the man, and then bowed with mock solemnity.

The prisoner snapped his head between the guards and the girls. Quoren… Heathen god? His eyes narrowed, searching his brain for clues as to why that sounded so familiar, but could find none.

“Ah yes, I see it,” said the mistress. “I remember the tales of the The One of Six.” She got up and walked slowly towards the prisoner, her hips swaying seductively as the other two girls stepped aside, giving her sole access to the handsome man. “We were told of that god’s brutal ways, his savage demands on his worshippers.” She leaned in close tracing his jaw and then asked, her lips close to his, “You’re not going to hurt us, are you tiger?”

“Not unless you want me to,” he leaned in closer and winked with a seductive growl.

“Then Quoren it is.” Biting her bottom lip behind her veil, she waved a hand towards the door to dismiss the guards. Hesitating, they were reluctant to leave after witnessing their own private sex show. They wanted to see more, of course. But what was to come was meant for the prisoner’s eyes alone.

After they had gone she turned back to the man. Dragging a lone finger along the lines of his chest and down to his hardened shaft she said, “You’ve passed the first tests. Now let’s see how well you last.” She turned and walked back to her place among the cushions, calling the girls to join her. Once settled comfortably, she gave orders to her companions once again, “Go on girls… Give the man a show. Let’s see if Quoren can hold his load.” They laughed removing their veils, but he only smiled anticipating the scene to come.

Slinking to the center of the rug, each eyeing the prisoner with a playful glance, and knowing no one had withstood this test before; the girls leaned in close to each other. Kneeling, they embraced and began to touch tongues, while Milla started to squeeze and rub Astra’s larger breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Astra threw her head back and pushed her chest out as Milla’s tongue darted out to lick them next, sucking each one hard. Her hand slipped down to untie Astra’s sheer skirt, pulling it away from her and throwing it at the man watching their every move.

Milla then pushed her friend to lay back, her sex facing Quoren. She looked over at him, standing a mere six feet away from them. “So beautiful,” she said, her voice sweet and low, as she opened the girl’s legs wide before him. Reaching down to massage her slick nether lips, she made sure to spread them wide with each stroke, giving him full view of her waiting hole. “Do you like?” She asked him, and then began to lightly tap her mound, sending the girl jolts of pleasure before pumping a finger deep inside of her.

Quoren’s large erection stood firm, throbbing between his legs. With his wrists bound tight behind his back, he couldn’t wrap a hand around his hard cock to pleasure himself, as he watched the girls lick and touch each other. Taking in several slow deep breaths, he clenched his jaw repeatedly fighting back his raw urges. He wanted to plunge deeply into any of the slick inviting holes displayed before him. Mound, ass, mouth, it didn’t matter, anything to relieve the pain of his sexual longing.

What the hael am I doing standing here when there’s sex on offer right there? He watched Milla’s tongue slide along Astra’s slit, while Astra fingered Milla’s ass, both of them moaning with loud enthusiasm for his benefit. So the test was to endure this depraved spectacle without ejaculating, eh? He thought, glancing at the mistress as a mischievous smile crept over his face. Fuck this!

Licking his lips, he spoke, letting his full sensuality spill forth from his smooth deep voice. “Excuse me ladies, but perhaps I could be of service.” Tilting his head down slightly to draw their eyes to his hard penis, he looked down at it and then back up at them, blinking seductively.

“I think Quoren wants to play too, mistress,” a wanton smile danced in Milla’s eyes as she yearned for his big rod.

“Yes, he does,” laughed the mistress. “Alright then, let’s see what he can do. But you will remain bound,” she said, challenge in her voice.

Tilting his head in respect and in acceptance of her dare, Quoren joined the girls and lowered to his knees on the rug. Astra sat up, eager to touch him again and immediately pushed her tongue into his mouth, as she squeezed his arms and shoulders, feeling his powerful muscles. Milla too wanted to taste his lips and moved in, kissing his cheek and turning his face to pull him away from her playmate. Kissing him deeply, she ran her hands through his hair, then down his back, past his bound hands, to grab his tight ass.

Quoren chuckled through their kisses. He loved having their exploring hands all over his body again. Forcing himself away from them though so that he could speak, he respectfully asked the girls, “May I have a drink, please?”

Astra looked to her mistress who nodded her approval, and then reached for a prepared goblet of red wine on a nearby table, pressing it to Quoren’s lips. Gulping down three large mouthfuls, he thanked his hostesses for their kindness.

“So courteous, Quoren,” said the mistress, thoroughly intrigued by this mysterious foundling. “It’s as though you were dropped from the heavens, just for our pleasure.” She gestured to the girls. “Please, continue.”

Quoren bowed his head, and then turned to Milla. “Now then, you haven’t had near as much attention yet as your friend.”

Milla perked up with excitement, as a slight frown set in over Astra’s face.

“Now, now, darling. I have plans for you. Don’t you fret.” He leaned forward to give her a reassuring wet kiss, before turning back to Milla.

“You have such lovely breasts, fair one,” he said, his voice low and hushed, with his face up against hers. He let his tongue slide down the side of her neck and along her collar bone, before slipping down over her jutting breast to encircle her nipple. He sucked and bit at it, pulling lightly with his teeth. Milla’s breath hitched, as her hands came up to hold his head, fingers laced through his silky hair.

After giving her other nipple the same attention, he moved down her body and pushed her gently with his chest and shoulders to make her lay back. Astra watched with jealous eyes, as Quoren began to kiss Milla’s inner thighs.

He glanced at Astra, motioning to the goblet again, so she moved in bringing it to his lips. Taking a large sip, he held the wine in his mouth, and then leaned forward to kiss her, letting some of the warm liquid pass into her mouth as his tongue met hers. Breaking away from her, he moved back to Milla and dipped his head down between her legs to rub his face on her nearly bare mound. Keeping his lips pressed tight, he slipped his tongue through to tease her little pearl peeking out from the top of her cleft. Then with a warm gush, he let the wine he held back spill out all over the girl’s spread lower lips. She moaned with intense pleasure as Quoren licked and sucked it back up from every crease and fold of her womanhood.

Meanwhile, Astra leaned over him, her breasts rubbing against his back as she held his long blond hair in place so that he could taste her friend more easily. She reached down with her other hand to rub his ass, slipping it between his legs to squeeze and massage his balls.

Quoren moaned softly, lost in being fondled by one girl while he licked the other. His need to climax gripped him hard suddenly, so he slowed for an instant to regain his composure through several more deep breaths.

Feeling Astra’s desire rising as she rubbed herself against him more and more, he motioned to her with a slight nod towards his back and curled his finger, inviting her to climb onto him. Without hesitating, she quickly squatted over him, lowering herself to fill her hungry hole with his strong out-stretched fingers and began to ride him much more deeply than her friend had earlier.

The mistress watched as the captive man cleverly pleasured both women at the same time with his hands still tied behind his back. Something about the way this one carried himself with such ease, such confidence, even in bondage, ignited her lust. He certainly knew what he was doing and would make the perfect plaything.

As both of her companions exploded in sensual pleasure, overcome by Quoren’s skilled erotic manipulations, she too began to moan softly, her fingers finding her own little bud.

With the girls’ orgasmic crest subsided, Quoren looked up to find her pleasuring herself all alone. Can’t have that, he thought, a sly grin tugging his lips. So he gently untangled himself from their clasp to approach their writhing mistress. Her eyes now shut tight lost to her own urgent need, she remained oblivious to his movements as he crept up between her legs, positioning himself to carry on his erotic work. As her fingers circled and tapped at her twitching clit, he extended his tongue to lick her slit and plunge into her little hole.

Her eyes flew wide in surprise, but Quoren didn’t flinch. Instead he used his head to nudge her hand out of the way so he could fully take over her swollen nub on his own. Letting his tongue swirl around it, and then flutter over it quickly, he stopped to tug at it with his lips and suck at it, before flicking over it some more.

The two girls watched in awe as this slave buried his face in their mistress’ most private depths. Never had they witnessed one with the audacity to so boldly move upon their superior in this way. But more surprising was that he still had his head. She hadn’t pulled her blade upon him for this assault. No, by the looks of her she welcomed him with open legs.

Milla and Astra looked at each other, exchanging lascivious glances and moved in closer to the pair. They began to kiss Quoren’s body as he lapped their mistress, taking turns to play with his balls and pump his rigid cock.

Faster and faster his tongue flicked over the mistress’ clit as she pushed her hips up into his face. Faster and harder the girls pulled on his long shaft. Quoren could feel his own need building, readying for release, but he reminded himself that he mustn’t spill forth. So as the mistress’ powerful orgasm burst throughout her body, Quoren controlled his breathing and clenched his muscles to stop the flow of his semen from coming, but allowed his own intense pleasure to crash over him. His body shook and shuddered with hot pleasure in the arms of the two girls, while nestled between the mistress’s long legs.

As it passed, he rubbed and wiped his face upon her thighs and knelt up straight before the woman holding his fate in her hands. A slow wide smile spread across his face as he looked into her unfocused eyes, still rapt by the bliss he had shown her. He suppressed a quiet laugh, for he knew… By separating his orgasm from ejaculation he had passed her test. As sure as the bloody moon rises in Lorenti, he knelt before her with a full erection.

“What says my mistress?” He asked, his voice low and sexy, curling up like exotic incense all around her. “What will you do with me now?”

Lifting her head from her sex induced stupor to take in his beautiful form – his soft blue eyes and sensual firm lips, his lustrous blond hair flowing down his shoulders to his chest, muscles rippling all over his body, and his gorgeous large cock still hard, full and ready for more – she let loose a mad contented laugh.

“He’s... how much again?” she asked breathless and let her head fall back into the pillows.


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