Joining my husband in creating the books, The Rings of Avondale, and Return to Avondale, was a total delight. I shared with the precious tykes their endurements and their pleasures as they romped through the pages. Perhaps I, as a woman, could feel their emotions somewhat better than my husband, even in such a fantasy, for women do share many things in many ways.
The girls of Avondale lived not a real world, for the intensity of their punishments is but fictional. Yet, the ideas and the input which I submitted would not have been possible from a woman who had not herself had first-hand experience in such matters.
The themes were enjoyable for me, for I could easily relate to the girls of Avondale as a sister. Most of the things that they accepted have been accepted by me in my lifestyle, albeit at a much lower level, for here, in our home and our life, I too have chosen to play slave and have shared with those moppets some of the same pleasure and joy.
Although I have lived in the States for several years, I was born and raised in England, and thus the Avondale stories were wonderful to compose. Schools such as Avondale abounded by the score, before the turn of the century, in every section of the Isles. Obviously, the activities which occur in our books did not happen at these schools. These schools for young ladies were called "finishing schools" or "academies," and certainly no rope or chain was to be found there. They were schools of education and good grooming. However, most definitely, the canes of headmasters and headmistresses did come into contact with the delightful derrieres of pretty young ladies fairly often, for such things were well accepted in those times. In fact, canes were used in primary schools in England, on both boys and girls, until before World War II. Thus my rearing took place in a nation most famous of all for such activities.
I have chosen, in my life now, to accept and to enjoy the pleasures of submission for whatever reasons I may have. It would be fair to say that my "slavery" is but a role played as a game on many delightful occasions in both our home, and with others. It is not a twenty-four-hour "lifestyle." Being a good wife, mother, lover, wage-earner, companion and French maid call for too many hours to be a proper slave constantly. Such is the misfortune of these times. Yet when those days or those hours are set aside to be a pretty little slave, I play my role with eagerness and abandon, and expect fully to share the same tribulations that my sister slaves did in old Rome. Being a modern woman is no excuse for begging off from any less than ancient slaves received. After all, we are better fed these days!
I know the whip, for I taste it often. In my slave role, I require it and I accept it. I know ropes on my limbs, and they feel good there. I know the rings, for my breasts carry them and they delight me. Within my marriage I am faithful, but when I am a slave I am often given to man or woman. I expect that too, and I obey and perform to the best of my ability to try and please my recipient. I find excitement in the arms of females and I believe that it is most natural for today's sensual young women to do so.
So you see, the creation of the Avondale girls were marvelously easy for me. It merely took looking in the mirror and putting it on paper. Yet, the joys of bondage are not my number one pleasure. Probably number two. Number one is a magnificent middle-teen young lady with legs like a doe and a face like an angel. My daughter is my whole life, along with my husband. Our relationship has been exquisite and completely open. She knows my passion for bondage roles and nothing is hidden from her. She knows my rings for she sees them in me. She has seen me in rope, and she knows my taste for females on occasion. It is a rare and beautiful honesty and openness which I value and do not exploit. True, I hope that someday she will choose to also play the "role." I hope that someday she can find pleasure in another girl as a pleasant occasional diversion. But these things will be decided by her and I will not influence her in any way.
For now, we talk, and I answer her hundred questions truthfully. About bondage. About punishment. About the rings and their meaning. About men. About girls. Everything. Our family is into nature camps in the summer, and there have been many times that she and I have lain side by side, gloriously natural in our shared nudity, and discussed many things of importance, and even our fantasies. At times she has held my hand as we lay. Is it any wonder why she is everything to me?
From such things, fantasies grow. For women, like men, do have fantasies. Mine has been long-growing in the concept of a book. My fantasy rears itself now in Chains of Sand which, in truth, explores the Ultimate Relationship between mother and daughter caught up in tandem slavery. Not possible, you say? I say, for me, it could be so!
Ellen Windsor
GLOSSARY:
baba
A wooden cage with bars, used in ancient Egypt to hold females for sale or punishment.
cli
The female clitoris.
cun
The vagina.
Dahkli
An ancient oasis settlement in south central Egypt.
fens
Heavy weights, usually of stone, hung from female breasts or nipples as punishment.
Great River
The Nile.
great sea
The Mediterranean.
hekla
A silk gown worn by females of some status.
houta
A slave-girl of highest status who is an assistant and personal lover to her mistress.
kan
One mile, by today's standards.
kebesh
The common desert whip.
lant
The male sex organ.
Luta
A camel tail, stiffened in brine, used as a whip upon females.
rik
A skirt worn by desert women.
shamand
A pointed metal tool, used to pierce females for rings.
Prologue
Though there be crown upon my head I am but slave to my passions. My lands are great, my jewels fill my coffers, my armies strong. I have many slaves within these halls and my eyes fall everywhere upon magnificent female creatures in their chains of bondage. Yet they smile and they chatter happily, even though my lash falls upon their skin. They fill me with envy which I do not show. Is being queen so rewarding? I have not felt whip or chain upon my flesh for I am royalty. Is something denied me? I dream of being naked upon the slave blocks of Africa and sold for coin. I dream of the whipping post and of my gown torn from my back to receive the lashes, as others watch. I dream of my submission which the whip will surely bring. I desire such things, but they shall never be.
Could it be that my slave-women are queen, and I am slave? -From the writings of Sheba, Queen of the Nile
Part One
Dahkli
The endless desert sands stretched as far as could be seen. It was infinity. I, woman, reclined at the utter edge of the cool oasis which, by many, is called Dahkli. Ahead my eyes perceived the whirling dunes of tan and brown, while behind my resting place lay the large area of trees and pools that stretched for many kans to the south. Here, among the pools of Dahkli, lay our settlement and our village. It was the only place I had known in my years of twenty and nine.
I knew of other places from the caravans and the captives, and from our men who journeyed to far places in search of commodities, food, goat, camel and females. To the north, as I sat, lay the desert of Rif which stretched to the great sea. Across the great sea, I was told, lay a nation called Rome, whose women were powdered and rouged. The men of Rome came in great ships to the shores of Rif searching for conquest and young desert girls to be sold in their cities. Our men had once seen these few, helmeted and with tunics of gold mail, carrying lances and gleaming swords. Many in their ranks were women. To the west, where the sun died at night, lay endless desert. No one had found its end, and many who ventured there had not returned.
To the south lay the desert of Dahkli and the valley of stones. Many kans beyond lay the plateaus of Leng, and beyond that, scrub bushes turned into trees and then jungles. There lived the dark people of the forests who were savage and untamable. I had once seen the black people in a caravan on its way to Qena. Some were called Nubians. Once too I had seen two girls of black in a camel train, bound and chained for sale in Qena. They had fought and bit at their ropes as the procession watered at Dahkli, instead of wearing them proudly as a Dahkli woman would do. To the east were the mounds of Xez and the ravines of Cur, which blocked the valley of the Great River. It was said that large cities existed on the Great River, built by peoples of great knowledge and skill. They were known as Egyptians.
In the land of Dahkli, as in the desert nations of all directions, women were life itself. The desert was a female land. Barren soil, waterless valleys and brutal sun, forbid the raising of crop and animal. Men of each region set out upon long ventures to search for items of barter, so that their settlements could live. Goats for raising and breeding for food. Camels to sell to the rare caravans. Most of all, for women and girls to sell to the slavers who passed by. None of these things was for the taking from other settlements. Indeed, they must need be fought for, and the number of men killed were great in number in all regions. Over the unnumbered years men died in battle and raid, leaving precious few males remaining in the settlements. In my Dahkli there numbered only just four times ten, while the females were twice a hundred. Most of the Dahkli men were gone now, in the region of Karlid, to steal girls from the villages for sale to the slavers in three moons arrival. It was a desperate time of the year for we at Dahkli. It was called the time of barrenness, for the trees had given their fig and coconut and would not produce again for a great time. At this season, the hope of Dahkli lay only in the capture and selling of females, for a goodly number would take us through this season. Hopefully our men would return with some squirming beauties, yet, many men would again be lost, for nations did not give up their females without bloodshed. Females were the staple of desert civilization. They were the desert's life and hope. Thanks to Allah, female to male were five to one in number, so there was ample supply to use and sell at will. This oversupply of female, however, had only been brought about over centuries of killing and slaughter of men by other men in search of the sustenance of life. In many settlements, far worse off than Dahkli, parents sold their own daughters to slavers so that the village could live. The birth of a female child was considered a blessing from Allah for the girl would be raised to be sold into slavery when perhaps less than ten years. Fortunately in Dahkli, that terrible activity had never been done.
In the desert, the female was existence and life itself. It was from only her womb that children were born into life, to produce and breed themselves. It was from her breasts that milk flowed, providing nourishment to babe, and indeed to men and women too, for the pools were scarce in the desert and a female's milk was useful and many times needed for sustenance. They did not dry up like our goats at times. A woman's milk was there for the taking, need but ask, and often, like most females, she would allow it to be played with in games of love and fun during the season of full pools. But when the pools were low, she would not waste it foolishly for it was dispensed much faster than it could be replenished again. Thus a desert woman provided birth and nourishment both, but her value did not end there. She could be sold, to bring coin and food to her people. She could be captured as a wild camel, on raids, to be sold into slavery to passing merchants, for she had great value and was the desert's main commodity.
No female of the desert was exempt from capture and slavery. All were fair game at any time, and girl-children were told to expect such things when they grew older. It was a part of being a desert female to be a product of sale just as are goat and camel.
A female then was a salable merchandise in our world of sand, for the cities and nations far away had an endless market for female flesh. At twenty and nine years I had not tasted slavery, but I knew that it could be possible at any time, and if Allah so decreed, I would be sold for my body. It was a woman's lot.
Yet there was more than these things of woman. The desert was a lonely world of little diversion from meager existence, both for the children as well as we older ones. The female again solved this problem with her body. A female was there to be taken in sex, and her cun willed it so. There was little else to do in the desert lands, except to draw excitement from a female's cun and mouth, and she provided well. In many lands across the great seas, I have heard it said that girls do not open their cuns until puberty or beyond. Such things are not done in the desert, for a girl near years of ten expects to feel the lants of men and boys within her body. It is most proper, and a child of this age can accept it well. There are no marriages in the desert. A female lays with males of choice to be bred, and breeding is vital to the desert. A girl of puberty, ten years plus one or two, is ready for breeding and the activity produces a lovely and better body for her. She becomes well-breasted and fine-legged. For an older girl, each breeding means a more beautiful body than before, for a desert female remains firm and lean from our small diet and arid days. At twenty and nine, I have been bred seven times, yet my body is that the same as one ten years younger. My breasts are full and large and well-filled with sweet milk. I am girl-woman.
My babies were passed on to others except for two. Many children are not possible to maintain within our poor existence, and so they are given mostly to the friendly peoples to the south of Mirr whose women are barren, and we do not miss them.
A female then was born to provide sexual pleasure. It is her call, according to Allah's writings, and a girl of ten and a woman of ten times four, spread their legs for man as often as possible. Females, too, lay with females. It is to be expected, for the softness of a female appeals to another female greatly and they are suited to find pleasure in each other. A girl finds this very early, most before puberty, and it is well because of the great number of females with few men to please them. Another of Allah's blessings.
Men go on great treks to raid and steal and war. The females in the settlements must satisfy their desires with each other. It is wonderful to do so.
All of these things are provided by female. Without them, the desert would burn and die. A female's use still has a further requirement, for the desert is without activity and games of other lands. In other lands there are things to use for sport and satisfaction. There are no such items in the desert, only women and girls in abundance, so they are used by necessity, and as Allah blesses, they provide much pleasure in their use.
The desert breeds cruelty by its very nature, yet cruelty is accepted in the desert as a way of life. Desert people find early in life that cruelty provides a sexual excitement of endless bounds. Why it is so is not known, but it does not matter nor needs an explanation. It is one of the mysteries that Allah has put into our souls. And cruelty to women and girls provides a diversion equaled only by, and many times exceeds, sexual activity. We are not shamed by the sport of cruelty, for the desert provides us with few pleasures. Only two indeed. Sexual pleasure, and the pleasure of cruelty to females. It may be said that both are sexual and cannot be distinguished from each other. It is true.
Cruelty is better suited to our ways, for sexual coupling lasts only for a few moments, but cruelty to a naked captive can provide pleasure for hours, or days.
Desert women and girls are tortured. It can be said no other way, and should not. They are tortured, not for confession or penance as in faraway lands, but to provide pleasure to their captors. For Allah has willed that the torture of females shall be pleasureful for those who hurt her, for those who observe, and quite often for she who is tortured herself. Allah has provided well for a captive in agony, for her body responds with delight on occasion. As a Dahkli woman, I know well the wetness at my cun from watching a girl scream under punishment. It is the desert's greatest provision. Allah has provided that not only males shall enjoy hurting females, but divinely, that females shall too receive arousal from torturing one of their own gender. From my years, I observe that females receive more pleasure even than men in having sport with a female. Women are far more cruel than men.
Each desert female knows well, however, that while she may be pleased with sport with another female, and enjoy her screams, she may too replace the victim herself one day, or on many days. Few desert females escape without hurt and pain, and it is explained early to a girl-child, and she is told why it is done. She is also told therefore, to enjoy the cries of another girl to the utmost, and to receive full pleasure from them, for her time will come when her cries will please others in turn. Thusly, girl-children play games of tie and punish, early in life. The boys do not have to be encouraged for it is born into them to have sport with girls.
With little else to do in the desert, it is natural to use girls and women to fill that void, and Allah has given us the whip and the rope and the chain to use on females. It is their lot and their due.
I, as woman of Dahkli, am proud to be female. For I am everything to the desert. I am all things. I provide for, and please, my men and my sisters with my body. My name is J aria.
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I heard bare feet upon the path behind me, and turned to see my Alita coming to find me. My life . . . my Alita . . . my world. A daughter of great pride. For a Dahkli woman, nothing exceeds the delight of a full-bodied young daughter who is becoming woman herself. Alita is beauty. Allah was most kind, and I am humbly grateful for such a daughter. I smiled at her presence. A fine Dahkli girl of gazelle legs and little waist and shoulders, but with large full breasts which had reached their ultimate size. She was ten years and four, but her breasts would not be any larger at twenty than now. Indeed her breasts were slightly larger than my own, a matter of great pride for me. Alita had been bred twice to my seven, and her breasts swung nicely from the heavy milk inside. Perhaps she had more than I, but it would be a fair match. My breast-milk was abundant.
My child's nipples were long, as are those of all desert females. It had been provided by nature to adapt to such lands. Like the long roots of a tree in arid ground, the nipples of desert females also grew to fine length to provide better the suckling which was necessary to provide both survival and pleasure. Alita's, like mine, were well at an inch, which was adequate. Some females had longer ones, and they were most flattered by attention of males and females alike, for in the desert nipples were by far the proudest feature of a female. But Alita's and mine were nicely long at an inch, mine perhaps just a bit longer, but in fairness I was ten years and five above her age, and had nursed a hundredfold more mouths than she. Hers would get longer as she was fed upon. Even now, they stood like the ends of a finger upon her lovely breasts.
Alita wore her blue rik on this day, and it became her. Its thin cords hung nicely on her hips and the rik crossed her loins just above her cun, revealing the top half of her silken hair in its glistening loveliness. The rik, or skirt, as it was called in some lands, was worn at the waist by girl-children but when a girl became blest with cun hair, she hung it low to reveal as much of the silken fur as she could without allowing the lips to show. It was the sign of a woman and the younger girls waited anxiously for their hair to sprout so that they too could wear their riks low like Alita and I. There were times, like the Celebration of the Figs, where the fig-wine was plentiful in the bellies of the girls and women, that we let our riks slip lower by loosening the cords without notice, and the garment hung fully below the joining of our legs to reveal all. At these times a girl or woman could well expect to be led off into the palms by an aroused male or perhaps a wet female. That, of course, was why we had lowered our riks in the beginning. Dahkli women wore only their riks, and often camel leather sandals. Breasts were never covered, for it was pointless in this land of heat.
Alita bounced to the ground beside me and held my hand. One drop of milk hung from a ripe nipple overfilled with the fluid. She had not nursed anyone for a day or two, it was most obvious, but she would swim in the pools later with her girl companions and they would notice and nurse her nicely while she purred like a cat. She spoke not as we sat. She wished only to be with me, such was our love for each other. We were bound to each other by a closeness most rare in the desert.
"They are going to whip those two Rif girls soon," said Alita. "They hang together now, nipple to nipple, at the whipping spot to take the kebesh upon their backs and rumps. They will be salted as well, perhaps. They were captured near Salinash by two of our young boys. They are quite young in years. Would you be pleased to watch with me, dear mother?"
I could but be pleased with Alita.
"Alita, you are ten plus four now. Could you not call me Jarla, rather than mother, as I have asked? True we are mother and daughter, but we are both women now. Let us call each other by our names."
Alita beamed with pride. Her countenance glowed as she heard me call her a woman in equity.
"Very well, Jarla. It pleases me to call you that."
"I am pleased to sit here and feel what little breeze there may be, Alita, and think beautiful thoughts of you and Tani. I do not run to whippings as you young girls do. You go, and be pleased by what you see. Before you forget, darling daughter of mine, it appears that my eyes observe a need for you to be milked. They will ache if you do not."
Alita ran down the path like a deer. She was woman-child. She stopped and looked back at me.
"Jilla, my new friend, has promised to take at the swim today. Do not worry so about me, mother . . . Jarla ... I am a woman now. Jilla will swallow much milk. I shall see to it. She is very nice, and loves me, and will tend to my abundance."
I smiled with pride at my child-woman. She had not forgotten that her breasts needed relief, but rather than waste the milk upon the ground by her hands, she had saved it for a girl's eager lips. She knew well the pleasure it would bring to another girl. She was a beautiful daughter indeed.
Alita was but one of two motherly treasures. The other came through the palms with her friend, Sarel. Tani was at ten, and would be my second woman-child. I would then share womanhood with two priceless gems. Tani wore her rik at her waist as was customary, for she yet owned no hair on her cun. Her breasts were proceeding outwards nicely, and within a year would not look so small for her thrusting nipples of pink-red which had sprouted so beautifully more than a year ago. Dahkli girls bore good nipples of fingernail length even before breasts, such was the nature of desert development, and they appeared as young twigs on flat chests. In bondage, a Dahkli girl too young to have breasts could be tied securely by her nipples. In other lands this could not be, so I am told.
Tani and Sarel were playing captive, the usual game of children, and my young one looked precious in her submission earned by losing a game of stone throw or twig matching. Sarel had tied her hands behind her and then her elbows, easily drawn together in her youthful suppleness. An upper arm rope was wound over her young breasts in front.
"Where are you being led off to, little captive?" I taunted. "To the slave blocks of faraway Rome?"
"Only to the west pool, mother. Sarel has captured me. I am to be whipped with a water reed until I weep, then given to her brother, Zan, for his pleasure. He will tie me and I shall be raped in front of Sarel until his sperm enters me. Sarel will enjoy the watching of his juice fill me to overflowing. She has told me so. It shall be my punishment for losing at twigs and I shall accept it as a girl should. Perhaps it will breed me."
I could but laugh at her beautiful ways, so pleased was I with her young preciousness. Yet she had learned to know the meaning of captivity, if even in a game, and it pleased me to see her mature acceptance. In truth, she was but a year or two away from being woman-child.
"No, Tani, you shall not be bred on this day. In a year or two perhaps. But Zan is of ten and six and he shall rape you well. You are small of cun yet, and you shall be well stuffed with his lant. Relax you must, and open well your legs. Sarel, your tie of Tani's breast rope is improper. You must learn more skill and patience when tying a female. I shall show you the way."
I pulled the rope knot apart and rebound my Tani correctly across her young breasts.
"There, you see. Now the rope sinks fully into her breasts at her nipples, making two halves of each breast. The rope, as I have now shown you, would sink from sight in larger breasts. Breasts must be tied well if a female is to be reminded that she has such things. Otherwise, why tie her breasts at all?"
"Thank you, Jarla," said the girl-child. "I shall remember. Come, Lani, the pool is but close now."
"Use the reed well across her bottom cheeks, Sarel," I said. The reed would streak a child's rear lightly, but would not cut. It was their whip, and it could make them cry by twenty lashes. Tani would take thirty before Sarel would make her weep, and she would accept the boy without complaint. She had accepted boys before this day.
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It is here that I must beg mercy and forgiveness from those who are shamed by my account. I know well that such things done with girl-children are not done in other lands, and that the reader of my words will believe desert mothers are women of perversion and unfitness. I beg humbly for understanding of desert life and that the reader harken to our needs, which I relate now.
Slavery is cruel and terrible. It is not desired by a female of any age. Females may find acclimation to it as a cactus to barren soil, but they do not wish it upon themselves or their daughters. Yet, here in the desert, females are thrust into slavery to be sold like produce. They are a commodity of life. I shame myself knowing that the men of Dahkli go forth to seize females to provide trade for our existence, and I am pleased when they return with captives. Yet, I know the emotions of such females, even though I have not been slave. I feel for them, yet I bind them.
The desert then is a world where any woman or girl could expect slavery at any moment in her life. In fact, it is more than possible. It is probable. Better not that a mother tell her girl-child about such things and prepare her for the possibility? Better not that a mother encourage the children to play their games of rope and submission so that they may at least have some idea of the meaning of bondage? Better not that we allow them to whip, with reeds to teach them pain? Better not that we allow them the lants of boys as soon as they can accept it, to acclimate their cuns to such use? Is this not far better than to have their virginal bodies torn and ripped when thrown into sexual use as an inexperienced slave?'
Thus in Dahkli, we urge your daughters to play their games, for although their activities are but mild, it is a teaching and a learning. Far better that they learn to feel rope and male bodies as a game, than to be cast horribly into brutal slavery as but a babe. Many would not survive. We are preparing them for what may happen. Is your mercy forthcoming, respected reader?
We treat slavery with light tongue as we converse with our girl-children. It is but a female's lot, we say, and a girl can accept it with pride. Is this not far better than to repeat the horrors of it? The terrible reality of slavery will be hard enough on a young girl. The little ropes will become chains. The reeds will become whips. The sex games will become perverse degradations and orgies of unimaginable proportions. It will be hard enough to accept such things, but if a mother can easily talk of slavery and the whip as a girl's due, the child may at least prepare her mind enough to survive. Thus, a Dahkli mother sees her girl-child in ropes being taken to a boy and she knows it is for the best. She allows her girl-child to witness the terrible whippings of older captive girls and women, for she needs to see what the whip means and what it stands for, and what it does to a female's flesh. We watch with our children and do not gasp as a woman is lashed. It is a female's lot, we say, and she can accept the whip nicely. Her screams are but natural. Thus we act out our roles to help our daughters prepare for what might be.
Do not misunderstand, respected readers, no Dahkli woman wishes slavery upon herself and most especially upon her daughter. We would die *"r our daughters, and gladly accept slavery in their place if given the choice. It is not pretty for a woman, but it is worse for a young girl whose emotions and body are put to the ultimate cruelties before maturity. I shudder at the thought of heavy chains upon the slim ankles of Alita or Tani. I tremble at the thought of whips slicing their young bodies. I shame at the thought of the perversions visited upon them. I, as all Dahkli mothers, pray to Allah each night that such things will not pass. Yet, we know that it could be so.
The thoughts of rings in the tender noses of Alita and Tani never leave me, nor of rings in other places in their flesh. The vision of the branding irons placed upon them frightens me to beg for Allah's mercy.
Yet we lie to our daughters for their own sake. For as we talk lightly and pleasantly about such things with them, we must hide our blushes, for we as Dahkli women have not ourselves felt slavery, nor the rings, nor the whip, nor the brand. We tell them of such things with utter serenity, but we ourselves have not felt them, thus we do not really know. It is a facade, but necessary. Dahkli lies a hundred kans from Qena on the east, and the slavers from there find ample captives in places much closer. Dahkli has never felt a slave raid. At times I am ashamed to not tell Alita and Tani that I do not know how the whip feels, or chains or the brand. It is not right that one should teach without being taught. Yet, be it as it may, as a mother, I must prepare the way.
It is also not right that I should enjoy the sight of a beautiful female bound or chained, nor that my heart beats faster at the sight. It is not right that I grow moist at my cun as I watch a female flogged or tortured. It is not right for me to take pleasure in these things, for I in turn have not been made to suffer a similar fate, and I feel indebtedness. If my turn comes, I thus cannot object from giving pleasure as I have received it. Yet, I do not wish it to happen. I have played the girl-child games in the oasis as Alita and Tani have done. But my experience has been no more than theirs.
Do thou now understand, those who read these words? Could it but be another way, but here, in the desert, it cannot. As I watch young Tani being led away to be given to boy for use, her limbs bound, knowing that she will be whipped with a thin reed and spermed by an erect lant, can you not see why I feel pleased in a way that mothers in other lands would abhor? Is it not better that she has turned her head and smiled at me as her friend leads her away, than to see tears of shame and protest? Is it not better that she has accepted?
I arose from my spot at length and made my way to the settlement which lay within the oasis. Children and women were gathered in a cluster near the wooden posts and crossbar, and I knew that Rif females were being whipped. I could hear the sound of the cruel kebeshes striking their flesh long before I arrived. It was impossible to pass by without watching at least for a time.
I wondered often, when I was a girl, why a female took pleasure in watching another female whipped. It would be thought that a woman would feel shame and sympathy for another and turn from such a spectacle. But it was not so. It produced in a female a moistness in the loins to see another punished. The explanation had never been learned by me, for perhaps there was none. It was something that nature, and Allah, had put within a female. It was pleasure of the most sexual kind.
It was, in fact, young women who were whipping the Rif girls. I had whipped a woman on one occasion. I remained aroused for days afterward. I reveled in the Rif girls' whipping, yet I knew not how it must feel to them. I did not know the hurt. It is easy to enjoy their pain when a woman does not have to feel it herself. Females are whipped. It is natural, and accepted in the desert, think I. Yet, would I sing a different song if I hung in their places now? I knew that I would, and perhaps next time I would not want to watch another girl whipped, knowing the pain and humiliation. Then again, perhaps I would want to watch all the more. Females are Allah's mystery.
The Rif girls hung from the wooden bar by their wrists, their feet well off the grass. They hung together, face to face, breast to breast, thigh to thigh, melded into one another. Their nipples were tied with leather thongs to each other's. In the desert, that is how two girls are bound for whipping. It was done for a reason of mercy.
As the cruel kebesh punishes a female's back and buttocks, the horrible agony drives her to search for any escape from the constant pain. If another female is bound to her, there is one way provided for her to at least relieve the searing pain slightly. She can thrust her hips and cun into the other's in a hope of arousement and climax. Sexual heat can negate the kebesh for the moment. It was done over and over in the desert. The two females could be total strangers. Perhaps of different language and lands. Perhaps of black skin and white skin. Perhaps of just puberty age and a woman of thirty years. It made no difference, for they would squirm into each other. It was the only escape.
The Rif girls' backs were bleeding fully, the kebesh now being swung across their rounded bottoms. The force of the thudding blows threw their loins into each other. They kissed wildly in an attempt to bring on the merciful orgasms they hoped for. Their kisses were broken by the need to scream on occasion, but then their mouths would smash together once again, their tongues entwining. In truth, to watch such a thing was most arousing for most people, and I was no exception. Praise Allah, it was thrilling to see them in heat.
The kebeshes finally stopped their terrible whipping of the tortured bottom cheeks, and the Rif girls hung gasping and weeping. The people of my village clapped in approval for it had been an excellent whipping. The young boy-children and girl-children squealed and cheered in glee now that it was over, for even they felt the pleasant sensations in their young loins. The boys would be erect, the girls wet. They, like I, knew only the pleasure of it ... as long as it was someone else receiving the lash.
The Rif girls were taken down and placed in a baba where they would stay until a caravan came by to sell them to. Within the baba, the two girls flung themselves at each other for their pain was still great. Reversing to each other, they wolfed at each other's cuns in frenzy as the children gathered outside the cage to watch them eat one another to orgasm. I saw two of our little girl-children hold hands as they watched the spectacle within the baba. It was their first sensations of girl-girl pleasure, and they would probably go into the palm trees together in a while. I sighed and once again marveled at the mystery of females at any age.
The cool water of the pool was wonderful and I swam in happiness. I saw my Alita with her friend Jilla, playing girl games and laughing as they swam and bathed together. There were kisses and the holding of breasts. When I had finished they were on the grassy bank, Jilla bending over Alita and doing her promised duty at Alita's nipples. Alita smiled and waved at me, happy that her mother could see that she indeed had not forgotten. Jilla broke from the nipple a moment to wave at me, and the surging milk from my daughter spit into the air. Jilla squealed at the oversight, and fastened her lips once again to accept the white liquid. Alita laughed and put her hands in Jilla's raven black hair to let her know the momentary waste was of no importance. Then Alita lay her face back upon the grass, her eyes closed, and she made sounds of pleasure and contentment as she was nursed. They would soon couple, and could better do so without me there. I walked to my tent, very happy. Allah had blessed me with two fine daughters.
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The slavers came from the north over the great dunes. There were many of them and they brought spare camels. There was confusion and screams in Dahkli when they were seen in late afternoon for no one could be prepared for such a thing. Dahkli had never been raided by the slavers, as I have related, and there became, over the many years, a false sense of well-being and safety. We talked of slavery with our children, and we saw captured girls in caravans. We sold girls ourselves, like the two Rifs. Yet, it could not happen to Dahkli. But it did.
We knew that they would choose the daughters, for young girls were the most desirable on the blocks, and in the few moments we had to use, we sent the youngest ones, with the few boys available, to hide in the rocky places at the south of the oasis. The boys would fight to the death to protect the girl-children, but it was hoped that the slavers would not search for them if they were pleased with the number of ripe daughters left to be taken. Their spare camels numbered only ten, and there were more than enough daughters between the years of ten plus three and ten plus seven to fill their camels. Tani was with those hiding and I prayed for her safety.
It was a matter of sacrifice. There was no escape from the inevitable, and daughters would be taken. Better that the little ones should be saved by offering their older sisters. If we had tried to hide all of the daughters, the slavers would observe the unnatural scarcity of young girls and would search the oasis. Then they would find them all. The older girls would sacrifice themselves for their little sisters. They did not have to be told.
As a mother, I knew the day might come. Yet, now that it was upon us, I screamed in anger and hate. For the first time I knew now what slavery meant. I had not stopped to think of the feelings of other mothers when our men brought in girl-children for us to sell. It was like having an arm torn off. Now it was my turn. Allah, why have you frowned upon us?
In my shame and confusion I screamed for Alita to go with Tani, for Alita was but ten and four.
"I stay, Jarla," she had said. "I have the breasts of woman, and I am old enough to be a slave. Be pleased for young Tani."
Her words of refusal made me tremble in fear, yet never had I been so proud of her.
The slavers dismounted and it could be seen that there were at least two times twenty of them. The chieftain was brawny and lean with a face well-scarred. It was to me that he came.
"We will take ten young ones, by your grace, or by the sword. Which do you choose?"
"We will give them to you." I trembled in anger. "Do not kill."
"Fetch those I desire," he commanded. "All between ten years and ten years plus five."
The girls, perhaps twenty of them, were brought.
"Great and merciful chieftain," I said, in humble shame at my groveling, "there are none below ten and two years of age. But between ten and two, and ten and five, there are many, as you can see. They are beautiful and most have milk. Take them and leave us in peace."
"There are none at ten years?" he asked suspiciously.
"No, my lord. It is strange, but true. Look though, here are some at just two years past ten. Remove their riks and you will see no hair there, yet two of them have been bred and carry milk. Would that not please a buyer in Qena?"
I shook in anger at having to say such words of debasement to prevent a search.
The swarthy leader stroked his beard.
"Perhaps there are enough here for what we need. They appear to be a fine group of young girl-flesh. Well-nippled, as I was told Dahkli girls are. Longer nipples bring the best gold at Qena. They must be all stretched to an inch before sale. Those at an inch now will be made longer still. It is the way of the sellers, I fear, to try and improve their merchandise by false means. Yet, how would the buyer know that a girl just did not grow that long herself? A shifty lot they are in Qena." He laughed.
I saw no humor. Girls were spoken of as items, not people. To "improve" their nipples was cruel beyond reason.
"Select ten for me," he ordered with cunning cruelty. He knew well the position I faced as a Dahkli woman. I would have to choose ten daughters of my own people, my friends. Would I could have been struck dead. I wanted not to live.
"I cannot make such a choice, respected chieftain," I said. "It is cruel beyond the courage which Allah has given me."
"Then we shall take all of them. There are over twenty, I see."
Tears sprang to my eyes. "I shall choose ten for you."
I could not bring myself to choose a particular girl, for I knew them all and their mothers as well. I simply pulled them by the wrist, those closest to me, with downcast eyes. I did not want to see their faces.
"That is but nine," said the leader. "One more. That beauty behind you looks as if she'd bring a fine price. How old are you, girl?"
"Ten years plus four, great chieftain," said my Alita.
I felt faint and ill. My brain was stunned. The die had been cast in front of all.
"Well, choose, woman. Hurry," he commanded.
I could not choose my own flesh. I could not. Yet, if I did not, and chose another, the mothers of those I had chosen, and my own people, would cast me out from Dahkli as a coward. Perhaps they would kill me.
I could not move. My tongue was silent. Alita took my hand and placed it upon her own wrist, and stepped forward as if I had pulled her.
"Forgive her, my chieftain," said Alita. "I am her daughter, and her decision was hard. I am the tenth."
It was growing towards evening, and the slavers would spend the night at the oasis. The ten selected girls would be ankle-chained for the night, a cruel and unnecessary act, I thought. But cruelty was the desert's way, and any idea to add to the cruelty was accepted eagerly by those in command. The mothers of the ten girls were ordered to watch the chaining of their daughters.
The chain is more significant than the rope. A rope about the arms of a girl-child was easily accepted, for the children's games were a delight to any mother. But heavy chains on the slender ankles of young girls were obscene, for they were beyond what was needed to keep her prisoner. It was done as a matter of cruelty, and yet pleasure, for to see little ankles encased in iron chains was arousing to some. But not to the mothers who were made to watch as the terrible irons were snapped shut on the ankles of their daughters. Many gasped and wept, as their child hobbled off to their appointed place near the camels, their steps short and stunted. Such chains were not meant for girl-children, yet these daughters were girl-women and, in the desert, were old enough to be chained. Their mothers failed to think of them as anything but children, but they were full-breasted, ripe girlhood, most of them bred.
Alita was a girl of courage and resignation. I had told her many times that if slavery came she should keep her pride. She held out her ankle to be chained, and I cringed to see the heavy iron snapped upon it. The slaver caught her flesh in the iron cuff and she kicked at him in pain.
"Well, Jahmal," laughed the man to his helper, "this one is a jackal. Bring the bar." He tore off Alita's rik leaving her naked.
The iron bar was long, and it was fastened directly to a female's ankle irons by short links of chain. It spread a girl's legs far apart, and permitted walking like a duck. Its intent was most obvious and humiliating. A girl spread thus revealed her cun obscenely for the duration of her bondage. Such things were for women, not for girls of Alita's years. I saw her face redden as it was attached to her ankles, and the finger of the slaver stroked her exposed cun lips. It was then that I took the dagger from my rik, and lunged. Only a shout from the other man saved his life, and my blade grazed his shoulder as he turned.
The chieftain had been called, and raged with anger at my act. I expected execution by beheading, but Alita threw herself at his feet to beg mercy for my act as a mother.
"The pleas of your daughter do not touch me, woman," he snarled. "Yet, beheading you gains me nothing. I have an idea that may reward me. Remove your rik and stand naked before me." I did so with haste, my heart beating wildly with the knowledge that I would not be killed.
"Your body is yet young enough. You look hardly old enough to be the mother of this fine specimen beside me. You bore her early, it appears. Do you have milk?"
"Yes, my respected one. I have abundance in my breasts, as does she who is my daughter. I am but twenty plus nine, she ten plus four. Please spare me."
"Slaves at twenty and nine do not bring good prices. But you are exceptional," he said, studying my body. "Yet, the highest prices of all are brought by a pretty young mother and a ripe daughter sold as a tandem pair. The sport that can be imagined by such a combination of mother-daughter flesh brings special prices. Such pairs as you are highly sought. You both will be sold . . together."
His words flailed me like a lash. Perhaps death would be better, for such things that would be done to a mother and her daughter in tandem slavery would be beyond cruelty, for they would have to share them together in unison. Worse, they would have to watch each other submit to the same degradations. No mother could be expected to accept such things. It was beyond reason. It was obscene. It was the ultimate relationship that a mother and her daughter could be forced to have. It was the ultimate submission possible. Yet, I knew well that such pairs were sold, and I had heard of the rich prices they brought. I could understand why. The pleasures such a thing could bring to an owner were beyond description, for great emotions would be brought forth by the pair. Perhaps death would be better.
"Remove the girl's bar, and bind them in a tent," commanded the leader. "We shall sup and drink wine. Afterwards they will be punished in front of their people for the woman's act of assault. The girl will pay the same price as her mother, for they must learn that as tandem slaves, they both are punished for the act of one."
I started to beg for mercy on Alita's account, but her hand fell on my arm.
"I will bear it with you, Jarla. We must learn to share from this day on." My own daughter gave me courage. I thanked Allah for her.
Within the tent we were tied to posts, our wrists high overhead, our toes but barely touching the dirt. It was the proper way to tie females.
"We have not seen each other in ropes together, Jarla," said my daughter. "My nipples erect, as do yours, I perceive. Does bondage affect them so?"
"Yes, Alita. It is a mystery of the rope. Tied naked, a female will show her emotions in her nipples at times. Also in her cli. It is natural. I sorrow in your bondage, my daughter. Yet, you have never looked so beautiful, I am most shamed to tell you. Your nipples reach out and up, showing your strange pleasure."
"I do not wish this to be so, our slavery, Jarla," said Alita. "Yet I admit to an odd pleasure that we are bound naked before each other. Is it because we are mother and daughter?"
"It is so," I said. "I am moist at the cun, knowing the things that will be our future together. You are but a child, and as yet, you do not understand the reason for our shared slavery, nor what will be done to us, nor what we shall be made ... to do. You are not old enough to realize the reason why mother and daughter bring the highest prices on the blocks."
"Yes, Jarla, I am old enough. I am no longer girl-child. I am girl-woman, and I know full well the pleasures we will be made to perform for our owners. I blush in shame. But I do know."
"I am glad, Alita, that then you know these things in your mind. It will perhaps make it easier for both of us. But you do not know the agony of the whip and the branding irons and the tortures. At those times we shall both wish we were not together, for we shall see each other writhe in torment, and we shall hear each other scream. This will be the hardest for mother and daughter to bear. We shall be made to . . . punish each other, and we must obey. These things will be a test from Allah. They will be the most difficult in our entire lives. Yet we must not break, nor scream from broken hearts from the sharing of our slavery and punishments. Neither of us will survive, if our souls and hearts are wracked by the suffering of each other. At first, in the early months, it will be difficult to perceive each other's pain and degradation without the tearing of our hearts and minds, for we shall never forget that we are daughter and mother. Never. Yet, mercifully, time is Allah's blessing and in time we shall become more and more able to accept our trials together. Experience and repetition shall be our salvation, for a slave can become accustomed to anything. Even a mother and her daughter. I know what awaits us, dear Alita, and I wish we were sold apart."
"I understand your words, Jarla," said my young one. "But I do not wish we were sold apart. Though we shall suffer together the shame of torture and ravishment, yet we shall be together. I would rather be with you than apart, no matter what our shame. Perhaps, in time, Allah shall smile upon us, and permit us to somehow accept each other as just two slave women, rather than mother and daughter. Then it will be easier. Let us try to begin, here, as two naked slaves. Does my naked bondage please you?"
In spite of the dreaded future, I smiled. The simplicity of a young girl trying to raise her mother's spirits was tender. Yet, she did not know. It would not be that easy. The early months would be terrible for both of us. We could never be simply two slave girls. It could not be. That is why such relationships were expensive on the market. I am shamed to know that even I would be desirous of owning a mother and daughter. The possibilities of very emotional scenes were limitless, and would be the ultimate eroticism. Would it happen, through repetition and slave training, that such things would begin not to offend us? Could it happen . . . that it could be enjoyed? I shook my head in shame at my thoughts, may Allah forgive me. Yet, would it not be more merciful in our existence, than to have us shriek and tear at our own hair each time we saw the other suffer? It would be a terrible trial.
"If you were another, your bondage would make me desire you, for it reveals all of your many charms," I smiled. "As my daughter, all I can admit is that you are beautiful as you hang there before me."
The people of Dahkli were called to the whipping place to witness. The children were made to sit in front. It would be a shameful event to have my friends witness. That is why females are whipped publicly in our lands, for it adds to her punishment. A female whipped in front of her people knows full well that many of them shall receive pleasure from it. Even the knowledge that the punished is friend, does not prevent the strange and shameless excitement of the witnessing. I had pleasured often, without shame, from witnessing. Our punishment was announced to all by the dark chieftain.
"Ten plus five on the breasts, and ten plus five on the cun, for both woman and girl."
The gasps of protest from my people filled the air. I was stunned beyond gasping.
The cruel leader laughed aloud.
"You who call yourselves people of Dahkli are well known for your mercy with the kebesh. You whip your women on their backs and rumps, as I observe from the two Rif girls in yonder baba. Your mercy is touching, but foolish. In the lands to the north and east, to the great sea and to the Great River, and in the south to Nubia, females are whipped upon those places which hurt them the most. That is the purpose of a whipping, is it not? Men can be whipped upon the backsides. But a woman . . . ahh, she has her own special places. It is foolish to not use them. Your daughters who lie chained near our camels, and these two before you, shall enter soon a life where the whip will make them sorry that they were born with breasts and cuns. It is the only way to whip a female. The woman first, and her daughter shall put the first three upon her places. In Qena, when two females are whipped, it is custom to have them apply the first few upon each other."
My people murmured in shame and protest. Some spit in anger and disgust. I bowed my head in flushing shame. Those things of mother and daughter which Alita and I had discussed in the tent were to begin now. It was sooner than I expected.
"Great chieftain," I spoke. "It is custom, and unwritten law, in all the lands of sand and mountain, that one female may accept any or all of another's punishments. It cannot be dishonored. I shall accept twenty to my daughter's ten."
"The law is clear, and cannot be refused," said the leader. "It is so in all places. I shall grant your wish."
I was tied by the wrists to the bar which extended from the heavy post, my legs far apart and bound at the ankles to pegs in the sandy soil. Despite the agony which was to come I blushed at my openness.
"Three upon her breasts, girl," commanded the chieftain. "If you hesitate or strike her lightly, her strokes shall be doubled."
Alita's face was strained with emotion and bewilderment as she was handed the kebesh. Her brave talk in the tent was now plundered by reality.
"It has to be done, dear daughter," I said. "It is the beginning for us. Things will be worse than this whipping. Do it well, so that I do not receive double."
Alita swung the kebesh and it burned its cruel path across my breasts. I did not cry out, though it hurt me greatly. To do so would only make it harder for my daughter.
"Poor," cursed the leader. "Yet you are young, girl, and it was your first stroke. I shall overlook it this one time. Make her breasts bounce under the kebesh, or she shall receive twice her sentence."
Alita's second stroke made a whirring rasp of loud proportions among the cove of palm trees. I felt my breasts fly upwards under the terrible force, yet I held my tongue. The third caused my head to fall back in agony, and my nipples felt as if fire had been touched to them. This time my breasts flew from side to side and I knew that she had drawn milk.
The man who I had cut took the whip from Alita, and began to give me the remaining ten plus seven. Now, no longer a need to show courage, I howled and screamed as my breasts were scourged. I lost much milk under the terrible blows, and at first was shamed by my people and the children having to observe it spouting wildly. Yet, when breast-whipped, what else could be expected of a female who held milk? It would not be possible to believe that a female could take the kebesh twenty times upon her breasts. Yet I did, and they remained in place upon my chest, a fact that I did not believe until I finally looked down to see if they were indeed still there. They were. Bruised and welted badly. But still there, thanks to Allah.
My daughter placed the first stroke of the kebesh up into my cun, and my people murmured in shame that a girl should be made to punish the very place from which she came. Alita aimed well, and her strokes spread my lips apart and bit my cli. The man resumed my punishment, and my howls were that of an animal. It could not be helped that I wept, yet I would do so often in front of my daughter in months to come. Better that she become accustomed to my screams and tears. My cli extended from its pain, and I was utterly aware of that further shame. Surely I would die for a woman should not be whipped in this place. It was not done in Dahkli. Mercifully, the stroke up between the legs must need be shorter, and thus less damaging.
I lost count of the lashes, for a female in such pain does not care, but I knew that the ultimate humiliation was near upon me. A woman knows, and can feel, like a man, its coming. It can also be observed. The man gave the kebesh once again to Alita.
"She has but one stroke remaining, but she is close. Your lash should accomplish her goal. Bring her to Allah."
Alita's swishing stroke was perfectly placed. The pain was at first all-encompassing, then I moaned in terrible orgasm. Many looked away in shameful sympathy.
I need not repeat the words I have just recorded, as Alita took my place upon the whipping bar. Her punishment was only half, yet for a girl of ten plus four, it is cruel. A girl of young age should not be lashed in such a manner. Upon her back and buttocks is to be expected, but to be whipped like a woman is pitiless. Yet, in the desert, girls are whipped like women.
The reader of these words cannot be expected to feel the shame and horror of a mother whipping her own daughter's most feminine parts. It is impossible for me to attempt to put down here the emotion I felt. It was far more cruel than when my daughter whipped me. I will ask those who read these scripts to forgive me when I admit to bringing the kebesh full force across her breasts, and terribly up between her legs. What would the reader do, when her lashes would be doubled if I showed mercy?
Many of my people turned away from the obscenity of my task. They knew well my emotions, and that was just a beginning of our shared slavery. Can the reader know my feelings when my strokes brought the milk spurting from my own daughter's nipples? Can the reader know my thoughts when I whipped her cun? Or can he know my shame and anger as I could watch a man deliver seven more strokes to those places? Could the reader know why I turned my head in shame as I saw her orgasm approach from the whipping of her cun, or could he share with me the degradation of hearing her cry of climax? Could the reader know my shame to see my daughter's thighs trickling with female fluid in front of adults and children?
Yet, when Alita was untied, her hands did not go to her welted breasts in pain, though they were well streaked. They had bounced terribly under the kebesh. She did not give her punishers the satisfaction of seeing her tend to her breasts, but ignored them as if they had not been whipped. My pride was great in my daughter.
The wine flasks in the hands of our captors gave us a respite from our punishment for an hour or more. But it was not finished, and when the slavers were well lightened by the grape, it began again. The pain this time would not be physical. It would be much worse.
The people and the children were called again to watch and when they arrived at the place, they gasped once again in shame. I knelt there on my knees, my head and shoulders bent to the grass. My hands held open my bottom cheeks. I had been ordered to do so. Alita knelt behind me to witness.
The humiliation did not have to be explained, even to the children. Can the reader possibly be expected to know the shame of a woman, kneeling and holding open the entrance to her own anus, as her friends and children came to bear witness? In the desert, females did not give themselves in that place. She gave her cun, and her mouth, but she did not give herself in that place. It was a female's only reservation and privacy. It was not violated ever. Except in slavery. I had never been taken there, yet it would be done now, not in privacy but before adults and children. Worse, it would be done with my daughter forced to kneel behind me to witness the obscene violation of my intimate orifice] Once again I wished death as I felt the insertion of man into the place of shame. My account here cannot tell of my feelings of total degradation. I cannot record here such words. I shook my head in utter disgrace as I heard Alita's gasp of horror behind me, for she had seen every inch of penetration and was stunned that a female's rectum could accept all of a man's lant. She had seen that it could, very easily. The kebesh had hurt me and made me scream. I did not scream now, for there was no agony. Yet I would welcome the kebesh again to this debasement.
The implanting of the man's length into my anus was merely the beginning. If the insertion was the end of it, it would well be shameful enough. But now began the merciless motion of man's attack, with the lant thrusting from head to base, full length, at each motion. Most obscene of all was my response to it. A female must respond to such things. She cannot avoid it, even if it disgusts her. It is the nature of a female. I shamed as I felt my thighs widen and my legs spread far apart. I had not willed it. My body merely reacted to accommodate the acceptance of the terrible thrusts in so small a place. A female simply had to spread herself. Nor were the shameful movements of my own hips caused by my will, yet they thrust backwards to meet each inward motion of the man. I could not help myself, despite the horrible awareness that many were watching. It was the ultimate humiliation for a female, when raped, to be unable to prevent her own bodily pleasures. It was a female's greatest burden to be made to rut and move like an animal in heat when she was taken in rape, even before children.
I blushed in heated dishonor to know that my gasps of forced pleasure could be heard. The man's completion was not made within me, and I turned to perceive the reason. Would I had not chosen to see such shame. Alita had been commanded to accept the man's liquid in her mouth, and she sucked steadily upon his lant.
Some in the audience were crying out in shame, and I shrieked in utter disgrace to know that Alita sucked upon the thing which bore my flavor. My taste must be obvious in her mouth. I saw the white sperm flow from her lips in abundance as she could not swallow all that was fed to her throat.
The reader must know, once again, that we must share. What is done to me is done to my daughter. I shall not describe the scene as Alita took my place and I took hers, and I was forced to watch the terrible violation of my daughter's anus. It was worse to watch her ravishment than to accept it myself. The reader will understand this. The reader will not understand that despite the obscene act, or perhaps it should be said, because of it, I felt a shameful sense of the beginning of arousement. It began when I saw the incredible ability of her tiny hole to accept the huge organ not intended to be implanted there. Alita's opening had made a large circle, as my own must have done when she had watched. I had watched her slim knees slip wider and wider apart on the grass, as she sought to relieve the discomfort of her impalement, and I had watched her begun to thrust as I had done, and to breathe in gasping sex-pleasure. When the lant came from her body in a humiliating suction-like noise, I had not waited for the horrible command, but began my task upon it. Alita's flavor was strong, and my wetness had increased. She turned to watch my mouth receive the sperm, and I stopped not until the last of it had been spent and I had cleansed the lant's length with my tongue. She would not be ashamed to observe that I had done my task to perfection. She would not also have been ashamed had she known of my wetness. Humiliation has strange effects on females. Thus, if the reader of these words is not female, he has no right to judge my behavior or my reactions to what had taken place. It was the nature of being female.
"Tie their hands to ground stakes, and bring more wine," ordered the leader. "They will provide relief for all of you who have been three days now from your own women. Rape them in the proper place, for let us not spoil their adventures into the other place. It will give them something to yearn for." His laugh was cruel. "Let us see whether mother or daughter reaches climax more often, and which of them cries out harder in pleasure."
It had been but hours since our enslavement, yet it had felt like a lifetime of degradation. The very things that were being visited upon our personal mother and daughter relationship by the slaves were exactly the reasons that such a tandem pair was sold at the highest price. Now we would have to rut side by side, and scream our orgasms into each other's ears. Can one describe such shame?
We had been staked out together, close enough so that our thighs touched. It was purposely done in that manner, and one could only marvel, even in her shame, that every act of cruelty had a sinister purpose of humiliation. It would have been enough to bind us close together upon the ground, but our bodies were made to touch. The significance of it was not lost upon either Alita or I. Yet it was again my lovely young one who offered courage and strength in our shame.
One arm was tied back over our heads so that we could not turn completely towards one another, yet we could twist our faces enough that we could look each other in the eyes.
"Let us not give them the satisfaction of rape," she whispered. "Rape is only fun for them if we scream and writhe in humiliation. Let us show them we are Dahkli women, and deny them their sport. Let us thrust our loins into each man as if we are wild wolves in heat. Let us berate them that they do not spear us deeper. When we feel the sperm pour into our cuns, let us call for the next man. Let us hold hands all the while, Jarla-mother, and when we climax let us not be ashamed that we are together to hear. We shall moan aloud in full voice, and the one who climaxes shall squeeze the hand of the other to let her know of the orgasm. Let us make the best of our fate, as you spoke in the tent, Jarla. Shall we play a game and see who can climax the most?"
Allah must be praised for young girls. In my ropes of slavery, I offered silent thanks to Him for Alita. In my faith now fortified by the beautiful courage of this daughter, I knew that somehow we might survive the future.
"Yes, Alita, let us play your game. I shall be hard to beat, girl, so try your best"
When the first of twenty men entered us, our hands grasped tighter. After the third of the slaves, our cuns were well filled with male completions and their thrusts were wetly heard. We indeed hurled our loins to the last man, our hands never ceasing to be united. We were left to sleep, still bound to our stakes. Our hands stayed together in sleep and love.
-
In the dawn, preparations were made to leave the oasis. The camels had been saddled and the weeping mothers had come to see their daughters be carried off into slavery. I would miss seeing Tani, and I prayed that she would not leave her place of safety on my account. One mother threw herself in anger at the slaver who tended to her daughter, and was pushed to the dirt. The daughter, a lovely girl with fine breasts, spit in the face of the man in rage. It should not have been done. The girl would soon learn about such things.
The woman was held by her arms, as her daughter was forced to bend over a large boulder, her breasts lying on the smooth stone. I knew of female rings, for I had seen them in captive girls and women. I had observed them in the nose, the nipples, the cun lips, and the cli, and knew of the piercing with the shamand. It was not particularly cruel. It was the humiliation of slave rings that was cruel. The slaver had taken two rings from his saddle pouch, and it was obvious that the girl would have her nipples ringed for her transgression. At that, it was a minor punishment, and I felt her fortunate.
I saw no shamand, however, but simply a tent stake mallet. It would be done cruelly and swiftly, without precision or skill, as with the shamand which pierces a female's flesh with some mercy at least. The girl was going to be hurt purposely by having the open end of a ring hammered through each nipple. It was desert cruelty at its finest.
The mallet rang upon the stone twice, each time driving a brass ring through a long girl-nipple. The girl fell to her knees, shaking her hair in pain and anger, and her mother wept in sorrow. The daughter was led back to the camels, the shiny rings dangling and swinging from her lengthy nipples. She was put upon the beast, her arms tied behind her, and a cloth gag tied in her mouth. Within hours she would regret wasting the spit that she had so aggressively turned upon the slaver. She would beg for water. The rest of us were put upon the camels with our wrists bound in front of us, permitting grasping of the saddle post. The ropes were not to prevent escape. They were simply the sign of a captive or a slave. Alita and I would never again be without the feel of rope or chain upon our limbs in some manner. Even a token tie. We would be without clothes, but never without tie. The camel train plodded into the dunes, carrying one captive woman and ten captive girls for market.
By midday our throats were parched with thirst and, as the woman among the young girls, I took upon myself to beg of water from the chieftain them.
"I ask for water not for myself, but for the ten young ones. Let me thirst, but let them drink, for they are young. They will bring good prices, but not if they are dead, great chieftain."
"You speak well, woman, and your words are truth. We have not extra water, for on slave caravans the captives have liquid in their breasts to satisfy each other's thirst. Are you not familiar with the ways of journey?"
"I am sorry, my respected one. This is my first slavery as well as my first journey. I did not stop to think. Some of us carry nourishment. May we nurse with your permission and kindness?"
"We will stop here among the shade of the boulders," he spoke. "You have a short while to quench each other's thirst, but do not play love games from such things. Such foolishness will be punished for we have far to go without wasting time. Drink, but do not kiss and play little games of love when you nurse, or I shall not be so kind again. The girl who is in punishment shall not be given drink."
We were thankful for the mercy of drink for our dry throats and disported ourselves among the rocks to nurse. Alita and I chose each other, for such things were done in Dahkli, if done for nourishment. She quenched herself at my nipples, as she had done as a babe, and it was comforting to feel her suction. I stroked her hair in tenderness as females do when nursing upon one another. Alita offered her young nipple to my mouth and I drew upon her milk, relishing its warm sweet nourishment. The milk of young girls is very sweet, more so than woman's. It was my first nurse of Alita, but we did not feel it wrong for we had seen others of our relationship nurse upon one another. In the desert it is accepted. She stroked my hair as I fed upon her, and her nipple responded with the natural erectness expected. It could not be helped, and such things were natural, for nursing did create a sensuality which was unavoidable. We hugged each other in love and returned to the camels.
The bound girl upon the camel was weeping in her thirst for she had watched the nursing from a distance. She had slumped forward from weakness. I sought the slave chieftain.
"Grant my daughter and I the mercy of feeding the girl. She is weak and requires drink, or she will die."
"Females are wondrous creatures," he replied. "They never cease to care for one another. Very well, but you must pay a price for her, as is customary. I shall have our women at the camp whip you both and apply the salt to your streaks as payment for my mercy upon the girl. You may feed her, but you will return the gag to her mouth."
"Thank you, most merciful chieftain," I said, bowing.
Alita and I fed the weakened girl and saw the gratitude in her eyes. She knew we would have to accept the whip for giving her milk, yet she would do the same for us. Such are desert females in their love for one another.
It was late day when our procession reached a small oasis, the temporary camp of the slavers, and there the slavers' wives and women had waited. There was much affection between then, and great delight on the part of the women when they perceived the eleven captives, for we meant much reward in Qena.
"Hail, Abbedi," said a woman, who was wife of the slave leader.
"A fine journey for you, my eyes tell me. Ten young ones and a fine woman. They will bring us much coin. One required punishment, I see. She is pretty in her rings."
"Hail, Jaina," said the leader. "We have fared well. The woman is the mother of the third girl in line. As a tandem pair they will bring much in Qena. They are to be whipped and salted, Jaina, to complete a bargain on this day. Tend to it, for we are tired."
The slavers' women tended to the captives, stripping all of their riks. Dahkli riks were finely made and would now be kept by the women. We would complete the journey naked.
Alita and I were tied by our wrists to the trunks of palm trees, and the slaver-women gathered to enjoy the sport. Jaina would whip us herself.
"I tie you to the trees in this manner for I shall whip your backsides. Your breasts and cuns have already been whipped well, I see, and much more upon those places would spoil your appearance tomorrow when we sell you in Qena. It is rare when a female is whipped so mercifully as this. You should be grateful."
"Thank you, Jaina, for your mercy," I said. I blushed from my humiliation of having to utter such words. Submission was not easy for a beginner.
Jaina swung the kebesh into my back, then into my bottom cheeks. I grunted from the force of her blows. I took five, then five were given to Alita. Jaina alternated our lashes by fives, marking us from shoulders to thighs, and we howled in turn. How terrible it was to be whipped with my daughter, and to hear each other's screams of hurt. We were given forty, the last ten all on our buttocks.
A pail of saline water was brought to Jaina. She dipped her hands in it and rubbed the liquid upon my back and cheeks, forcing it well into my wounds. The agony was unbearable and I tore at my wrist ropes until blood ran from my hands. Alita gave forth a scream which I did not believe her capable of uttering, and begged for mercy as Jaina rubbed the salt into her buttocks. Mercifully, she slumped in her ropes in faint.
We were all fed and allowed to bathe in the small well at the interior of the small oasis. For captives, even small mercies such as these became very important. I would learn well that such things as food, drink, sleep and other activities which had been taken for granted would, from now on, be things of welcome and gratitude. I would learn that even being changed from one tie to another would bring thanks from my lips. A free female cannot possibly understand such things, but a slave lives for them. I had much to learn.
By evening I, and the ten young ones, were bound near the campfire to rest and watch the drinking of wine and singing. It was clear that we would not be sexually taken again, probably because of the camp wives, and we were thankful.
Jaina had done something to displease Abeddi apparently, for later we perceived that she was to be punished. The ways and customs of these itinerant tribes were strange to us, for we had not been far from Dahkli, and knew little of outside peoples. It was interesting to observe Jaina kneel before Abbedi on her own volition. She had not been called. We were close, and could hear her words.
"I am to be punished for my words which I so foolishly uttered before you left on your journey to Dahkli, my husband. Has six days' journey made you forget?"
"I had forgotten, Jaina. You are to be commended for reminding me. What did I promise you as punishment?"
"The arm torture, my husband, fully naked in front of all. It was to be of three hours."
I was stunned by the young woman's words. Her punishment had been forgotten, yet she herself had not. Would I have done the same? I must in truth say that I would not. It was another lesson in the strange ways of females. I would learn, in my slavery to come, never to be surprised by anything a female does. I myself would soon do strange things, dictated by a female's mysterious ways. Already I had been whipped for giving nourishment to a young girl, and I would do it again if need be. Jaina was a stranger, and she had whipped Alita and I severely, yet I could find nothing but admiration for her in her remind of punishment. It caused me to honor her as one of my gender. I could bed with such a woman of conviction, for it aroused me to hear her words of remind. Such a woman appealed to others.
Jaina was bare, and her wrists had been tied behind her. A second rope was tied to her wrists and thrown up over a fig tree branch. Abbedi pulled this rope until Jaina's arms went higher and higher behind her, forcing her to bend her body forward, her face almost at her knees. It was very cruel. Abbedi gave the rope a further pull and Jaina's arms went nearly straight upwards, her toes now just touching the grass. I gasped at the horrible punishment, yet Jaina had not uttered a sound. Her shoulders were being wrenched terribly, the ligaments sure to be torn and rendered in time. She was left to hang alone, the others returning to their wine.
I watched Jaina in admiration for an hour. She had not moaned, but at the end of the hour I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. At the end of two hours her shoulders were red and ugly and she bit her lips.
Could another female not have admiration and love for such a one to call this punishment upon herself? My heart went out to her. She could have easily escaped the cruel torture. What is contained in the female heart at such times? Why do we feel such emotion for each other? I could watch no more, and went to Jaina.
"I shall serve the last hour for you, Jaina. It is tradition and Abbedi must agree to it."
She looked at me through tears of agony. ."You will take my place? I, who have whipped you and your daughter? You cannot speak truth."
I called to Abbedi and told him of my desire. He could make no other decision than to agree.
"Very well. It shall be so. Jaina herself shall put you in her place."
It was yet another in the ways of subtle desert cruelty. They seemed endless in their unique sophistications. The woman who I would save from further suffering would herself be required to place me in her bondage. I would learn many more such things in time to come.
Jaina put me into the terrible bondage, and I felt the horrible agony of her suffering. My arms seemed sure to tear, and I hissed in pain. I wept fully by the end of the hour, and moaned when Jaina released me.
The other camp women came about me, petting me and kissing my face in admiration for what I had done. Females respect such things and show their love. Alita, my daughter, came to me and hugged me.
Jaina said not a word of gratitude. Females did not show their thankfulness by words. She took me by the hand.
"You shall sleep in my tent, with me, Jarla, only with ankle chains. My tongue shall repay your act of love. Your daughter too may share our tent in comfort, though I shall not touch her. Ask her if she chooses to watch her beautiful mother squirm under a woman's tongue. I know the ways of the East, and you shall be wet beyond belief, your cries of passion wild."
Alita indeed wished to share the comfort of the tent with unbound arms, and she saw the wetness which Jaina produced with her expert mouth. Jaina told the truth. She was most incredible.
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The journey to Qena was but twenty kans and our procession reached there by afternoon. I had never seen a city, and I marveled at the edifices my eyes beheld. So many people living in one place was strange to me. As the camels stalked slowly through the streets a new disgrace became known to my heart and flushed my face with shame. Would shame upon shame never end?
For the first time I was aware greatly of my slavery, for I rode bound and naked through crowded roads, and among strange men, women and children of the city. For a female, all of the tortures of great pain do not equal the degradation of public spectacle. It strips her of all pride and decency. To be carried along in such a manner, obviously to be sold, was a debasement of great shame. It must have been far worse for the ten young ones.
It was not that the citizens, adults and children alike stared at our passing. Indeed, it was that they but glanced and went on about their ways. The erotic meaning of this surprise became clear to me, and it shamed me more. The capture and selling of females in these times was so common that people simply were used to such things. A naked and bound female was not new to them. It was accepted as a normal part of life. It reduced my status to but a goat or produce. Better that people would stare, or show excitement, than to pay little attention. A moan of utter despondency escaped from my throat, and it represented all captured females of the desert. Did a female have no rights? She did not. She was simply game to hunt and capture, like the deer and boar. Be she wife, mother or girl, by simply being female she could be caught and sold. It was the law of the desert.
The nine girls were taken to a slave dealer, barely within the city, and were sold as a group. They were headed into a stucco building. I would not see them again. Alita and I were kept mounted and the camels proceeded further into the town. It was apparent that our special tandem would be offered to one of the more expensive dealers who offered the finest and most interesting material to his buyers. The dealer and his wife haggled heatedly over our price, but bargaining was the desert way. Eventually, Abbidi was satisfied with the offer and turned us over to the wholesaler of females. We were taken inside the hot, stone building which was little more than straw floor and bare walls, with female binding posts.
"They shall bring excellent price, my woman," said the man. "Allah has blessed us. It has been some time since we have had such a magnificent mother and girl to offer. The mother is very young. They are exceptional indeed."
"They are fine-breasted creatures, both of them, well filled with milk, so states Abbedi," replied the man's wife. "He charged us much for them, but we will get double on the block. See, my husband, the girl's breasts and nipples are every bit as large as her mother's. A rare thing indeed for one of ten years and four. She was bred well. We will have no trouble getting our price."
"Perhaps if the girl's nipples were even longer than the mother's ..." mused the man.
"Excellent," said the woman eagerly. "Such a thing would be most rare on the block indeed and would be appreciated by the elite buyers. We could earn triple. I shall get the fens."
I shamed that Alita and I were being discussed much like vases or wines. We were not women, but legs and breasts and nipples and cuns, and measured as such. Never had I felt less than a person, until now. Now I was merely a product of nature, and shamefully, my own daughter was but the same. Her nipples would be lengthened to provide a higher price, and even I could see the erotic purpose. A young girl sporting breasts as large as her mother, her nipples longer. It would be rare. And valuable merchandise. Alita and I glanced at each other as the woman's suggestion was made, our faces both blushing with shame. Alita knew well the unique sight we would present on the block.
The man merely nodded his head at a post, and though uninitiated to slavery, I knew my duty. I walked to the post and put my wrists high up into the dangling chain cuffs. It had been the first time that I had offered myself to the rope or chain, and it aroused me slightly in the loins. He snapped the iron cuffs shut and turned a ratchet, stopping when my toes but touched the straw. I complained not. I knew well that it was the proper way to chain a woman.
Alita's arms were chained behind her, pulled upwards on her post. It was similar to the bondage that Jaina and I had endured at the oasis, but her arms were still at comfortable level and would not hurt her greatly. Her tie was merely to make her bend forward for the fens, her breasts hanging nicely.
The woman tied cord to my daughter's nipples, then hung the heavy fens. I knew not what the stones weighed for I had never felt them, but they were used in Nubia to punish females. Here they were used to stretch nipples, and I could see that they would be effective from the manner in which Alita's were pulled to long pink fingers of unnatural length. In but an hour or two her appearance would be altered. We were left alone, and I watched milk droplets fall onto the straw.
"Do not be concerned, Jarla. It is not more than I can bear. My nipples may be doubled in length when it is finished, but I am girl-woman and it will shame me not to possess such beauties. I have seen them long on Nubian females and it was most attractive. Be not jealous that mine shall be longer, my mother. Yours are still the prettiest, for they are lovely, red, and well shaped, and they nurse most proficiently. Your milk fairly flew into my throat."
I could but admire my offspring once again, and I smiled at her. Such a daughter was a monument of strength for me. For the first time I was glad that we were together. Our united love and respect would lead us through our fate.
When the woman returned in three hours to remove Alita's weights, the nipples were now an inch, and half again another inch. They were half again beyond mine. Though it had been cruel in its way, Alita was made more beautiful now, and I was glad for her. I had not seen more erotic nipples on so young a girl, and I shared her pride. We were chained by our ankles to sleep for the night, and in the dim candlelight, mother and daughter tenderly admired with loving fingers the lengthened nipples. I kissed them both, softly, in motherly love, drawing but a drop of milk from each.
The morning brought further degradation, and it became apparent that in slavery each day would be one of shame and utter submission. The nose rings were inserted first, for it was law that a female must carry such humiliation throughout slavery to denote her status to all. Alita and I were bound to female posts for the piercing of the shamand by the woman. I moaned in shame as she forced the sharp point through my septum and inserted the degrading ring. It felt strange upon my upper lip. Alita gasped as hers was inserted and I gave a helpless tug at my ropes.
The reader of these words cannot know the feeling of a female to be nose-ringed, thus I shall not attempt to describe my despondency. It is impossible to relate upon these scripts. Possibly the reader can, in some way, however, share my grief and anger at witnessing a mother's daughter having her tender young nose so terribly violated. I wished to shriek in hate and outrage, and tears welled from my eyes. It was here that a sob or scream of shame from Alita would have broken my resolve. It was the very thing that my daughter and I had foreseen and had promised to be strong. Knowing this, Alita merely whisked her hair back from a covered cheek and made no recognition of what had been done to her nose. One tear hung from each eye as she turned to me and smiled.
"Yours looks lovely, Jarla," she said. I smiled at her. How many times would this girl prevent our breaking? Perhaps it was time that I began to show her some courage in return for hers.
Some slave dealers put another ring in nipples, cun lips or cli. It depended entirely on the custom of the particular dealer. The woman knelt in the straw with her shamand, thus I knew I would be ringed at my sex. I opened my legs to accept it. The shamand was put through my cli and the ring hung there. Both the lip or the cli can accept a ring, but of the two, the cli is far more erotic and degrading. It violates a female's most sensitive and intimate flesh of all. It is the ultimate place where a ring can be worn, and produces in a woman a shameful sensation of sexual arousement without her wishing it. A woman is constantly aware of the ring in her cli, and the brass loop creates degrading erectness at times, showing to others her sexual heat caused by her ring. It is the land beyond nakedness, for an erect cli in public view is the total feminine nakedness possible.
In my resolve of resignation for Alita's eyes and ears, I had not cried out or made a gasp. I did not wish her to know the shame of a cli-ring. I closed my legs and did not look at my ring, pretending calm acceptance. I thought to turn away from Alita's piercing, yet if it was to be done to my daughter, I wanted to witness. I watched until the shiny ring hung from her erect button of flesh before I dared look at her face. She stared down at her new adornment in disbelief. Her face was flushed in sexual heat from the acute feeling of stimulation the ring was producing in her as it had in me. One could only hope that these sensations would be eased in time. It would be impossible for a female to get through each day feeling at every moment as if orgasm was near. I had been told in Dahkli that a female mercifully becomes immune to her cli-ring quickly.
The slave block was but a short distance from our building, and in midmorning we were taken there, thrusting yet a further humiliation upon us. Our arms and elbows had been bound behind us and the dealer and his wife led us through the busy road by cords to our nipples. The shame of being pulled along in public by our nipple-cords brought heat to our cheeks. How more humiliating can a woman be led along a street?
We passed a group of girl-children playing in the road and they looked at us with sparkling eyes for just a moment, before resuming their play. To see naked females led along by the nipples was common to them, it seemed. In their innocence and purity, such things were simply things done to women. Did any of them imagine that someday when they were older they might too feel the cords tugging at their nipples on the way to the block?
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Nothing in my dreams prepared me for the sight of the slave market. We were led from a narrow alley into the teeming city marketplace, filled with many people walking, and purchasing wares. The stalls and stores extended along all four sides of a large open square. There were stalls of fruit and vegetables and meats. There were stores of vases and rugs. And between each place of food and wares were female stores. What else could the slave blocks be called? The four sides of the marketplace were displays of girl-flesh of every possible size, shape and age. There were hundreds of completely naked females for sale in prices for the elite and royalty to buy, and others which the common family could purchase. All female merchandise was bound in some manner. There was no pattern to it. Some hung from wrists or thumbs. Some were bound to posts. Some lay upon the wooden blocks bound hand and foot. Some were in heavy chains. Some were bound modestly, others obscenely spread open for all to see. The marketplace glistened with changing flashes of light as the full sun glanced off the shiny rings in every female. Some had been nipple-ringed, some in the cun or cli, some in all places. All wore nose-rings. The gentle movement of a girl in her bondage would cause the sun to reflect from her rings.
My eyes had widened in shock and disbelief, not from the marketing of females so blatantly displayed, but because there were so many. The sight of such a slave market would stun any female's first visit, for it was not the nudity or the bondage. It was the sheer horror of girls and women strung up like meat or fowl to be sold. They were not females. They were pieces of flesh. They hung quietly in complete acceptance, some resting or sleeping with heads bowed upon their breasts. They could hang for an hour. Or days. All hoped to be sold to rid themselves of the shameful public block.
The man and the woman who led us walked us slowly around the four sides of the marketplace. At first I did not understand the reason for this, then it became clear that they wished to acclimate us with the eroticism of the slave blocks. Let us see our fate, it might be said.
Although it was a place of shame and degradation, and we would be part of it, I could not but stare with wide eyes at the display of girl-flesh as we passed each block. On the east side of the marketplace, all females sold there had breast milk, and their price was slightly higher than those on the north side which did not. Some of the women and girls were incredibly beautiful and their nipples dripped with abundance of milk. It would be truth to say that many would be desirable to me, very much so. I noticed that all females smiled nicely when prospective buyers would appear at the front of the block. Others writhed suggestively or opened their legs if they were able. The shame of it made me tremble. Girls trying to help sell themselves by smiles or actions. Yet, was not anything better than public display in the hot sun? They smiled and moved for women too, for many would prefer a mistress. One long-haired beauty licked her lips at me, though she knew that I was but a slave too. She was merely playing girl-games with me, and she succeeded in making my cun moist to look at her naked beauty. I blew her a kiss and she returned it.
The females on the north did not have milk, but were just as pretty. How erotic a world when females were valued by their milk. We were led past the west side and I perceived that all girls here were very young. They were Alita's age or younger. Many did not have cun fur as yet. The prices, for those buyers who fancied girl-children, were high here, and well they should be, for many of them were very appealing and beautiful with just the beginnings of mature bodies. They were treated no different than the older slaves. They hung by wrists and chains, with nose rings, and rings in cuns and clis for some. The youth of these offerings was demeaning, yet I could not but admit, appealing. My cun was very moist from what I had seen so far. The sheer spectacle of bound and naked female-flesh everywhere had its perverse effect upon me. I could not help it, knowing full well that shortly I would be displayed like produce. Nothing produces wetness like humiliation.
The marketplace was filled with shopping people. So common were the slave blocks that most shoppers tended to their purchase of food and staples without even glancing at the female produce. Little children accompanied their mothers without staring at the nakedness about them, so accustomed were they to such things. To them, females were sold like anything else. It stunned my being.
The final side of the marketplace, the south, sold expensive and special offerings. One block sold girl-children of under ten years. Another sold pure virgins for extreme prices. Another drew onlookers, as the dealer provided an appealing exhibition to attract potential buyers to his block. Two beautiful twin girls, perhaps of twenty years, writhed on the floor in embrace and kiss.
The sisters wore only ankle chains and kissed each other eagerly under command, their hands playing breast games with each other. I had not seen sisters in embrace, especially twins. The shameful exhibition was of the worst taste and decency, yet it could not help but be stimulating because of the utter degradation of it. I moaned softly to myself, and felt the trickle of fluid seeping down one thigh. I turned to observe my daughter's cun in curiosity. Her black hair was wet and glistening from the things she had seen. Why do females become aroused from the debasement of others?
The last block on the south was the most interesting of all. Upon twenty posts, all in a row, hung twenty females by their thumbs, each oiled and shiny to display the utmost sensuality. The first post held a girl perhaps a year under ten. The next post, girl of ten. The next post a girl of ten plus one. Each post held a girl of one year older, until the last in the row contained a woman of twenty and eight. It was a spectacle of a girl's growth from nine through the next twenty years. It was unbelievably appealing and erotic. The small tiny breasts and nipples, to nicely maturing ones, to full large beautiful breasts and long nipples, holding milk. Each girl's breasts were slightly more mature than the one before her. It was indeed a year by year exhibition of breast growth. Cuns too told their growth, from bare shiny lips, to soft young tufts of early growth, to full black fur in the late years of the teens. As a girl was sold, she was replaced with another of her age on her vacated post. None of the girls and women voiced displeasure at hanging by their thumbs for countless hours, even the youngest one. It was the most beautiful display of females I had ever seen, from girl to woman, the body oil turning their bodies into sensuous things of desire. In addition to the shiny body oil, each girl's cun was coated, inside and out, with sticky sweet honey to provide the ultimate appearance of recent orgasm. A female could not be displayed more erotically, yet here were twenty of them, with even the shamefully youngest in the row appearing as if she had just climaxed fully.
Alita and I were not taken to any of these blocks, but instead to a lone block in the middle of the square. It was obviously a very special place for as we arrived many people began to gather. I was aware that this place was used only for the showing of that most unique offering of all... a young mother and daughter, and my shame was great.
It is here that I must ask a thousand pardons from those who read these words, for I am unable to complete this chapter of the ordeals of Alita and I. I attempted to put upon these scripts the feelings of my daughter and I, but I was unable to do so with clarity. Will thou forgive and understand?
How could I adequately describe such emotion in this public shame? What words could relate the disgrace of feeling ourselves pulled upwards slowly by our thumbs until our feet swung free of the floor? How can I describe seeing men, women and little children enjoying mother and daughter hanging fully by the thumbs, and murmuring in appreciation as the soft gasps of our hurt escaped our lips? How more fully and beautifully can a female be exhibited than by hanging by her thumbs?
How could I tell you the burning faces of my daughter and I blushed crimson as the woman dipped her hands into a vase of sweet oil and glistened every inch of our bodies from wrists to toes with her adept hands, to make us sensuous? How can I write the words of emotion and debasement felt when she drew honey from a pot, and inserted the thick rich syrup into our cuns with probing fingers, and upon the lips and fine hair as well? How may I tell you that I closed my eyes in dishonor when her fingers made wet noises within my honey-filled cun, and the honey oozed out in sensuous droplets? Tell me how to describe the worst of all, as a chain was attached between the cli rings of my daughter and I, to the vocal appreciation of the onlookers. Did Alita and I know not the significance of such a humiliation, to see ourselves as mother and daughter linked to each other by our most feminine bit? We knew well, for it was the ultimate bondage between a woman and her child. Could I describe how we both writhed in anger as we were linked so shamefully together?
Could the reader be told how we listened to the seller's words of salesmanship, describing us as produce, not persons? Or how the people mumbled in pleasure to know that we were mother and daughter? How could I translate the shame as our sexual abilities were promised and described to both men and women who would be well pleased if they bought us. Could I write the approval of the crowd when the dealer pointed to a daughter who showed breasts as large as her mother, and nipples of a young girl half again as long as my own? Where had one seen such nipples on a girl of ten and four?
All of the whippings in the desert, even the violation of our rectums, and our endless rape, were nothing as compared to this ignominy before total strangers. Unless one is female, and has been sold naked in public, one cannot fault my script for poor entry.
Too, unless one is female and has been upon the block, one will not understand that the nipples of my daughter and I swelled in erectness from the humiliation, for such emotion is sexually strong. A female, strung properly, will swell her nipples from the hurt and exposure. If in public, the nipples will be at their ultimate condition of turgidness. I cannot describe these things with expertise, and I swallow shame to relate the other things which occurred.
Should I tell that our clis were stiff and red, and protruded unnaturally out from under our fur so that men, women and children could see our stimulation? Should I tell that the honey which dripped from our cuns now ran faster for being mixed with female liquid of passion?
Should I tell how our hips began to move helplessly in approaching climax from the terrible and complete degradation? Should I tell how it feels to climax strongly in front of a hundred men, women and children? And to scream in orgasm like an animal? Should I tell how I fainted to know that my juices poured from between my legs onto the planks, while first watching my daughter spread her legs helplessly to allow her juices to fall in orgasm?
I will tell that total slavery had begun for us.
Part Two
Qena
We hung in the sun for several hours, our thumbs aching, our clis joined by chain linkage. Many had bargained for our tandem, but our price was high. Strangely, I felt a pride that none could so far meet our price. After all, I was pretty with fine figure, and my daughter was as fine a piece of girl-flesh as could be bought. They would pay much to put their lants into our cuns and rectums and mouths if they were men. They would pay much to feel our tongues if they were women. They would pay much to put the branding irons to our breasts and to lash us with the whip. Our future was not a happy one. But we would at least be expensive, my daughter and I. Such thoughts were our only remaining pride.
"My thumbs burn, Jarla. Will we be sold soon?" asked Alita.
"Hopefully, my loved one," I replied. "Does it shame you that we are joined by our clis?"
"Only slightly at first, Jarla. But then, it does make us as one. I pleasure now in having my cli attached to yours. Could anything be more female than that? It shamed me when I burst in climax, but it could not be helped. It is cruel to be made to do that in front of the children. I did not faint as you, but I wish it had been so."
"It was a time of shame, my daughter, for both of us. But now it has been some hours and the feeling is not so intense for us. We shall become used to public display. My nose-ring no longer bothers. Do you still hate yours?"
"No, Jarla. It shall always be with me, so I have accepted it. It makes me feel very much a woman. In truth, I think that slaves should have rings put in their noses. If I had a slave-girl I would put one in her nose. It does make a female look lovely. Cli-rings too are attractive . . . and they stimulate a girl very much. I would not mind a ring in my cun lips, and in both nipples as well. A girl must enjoy several rings in her body, it seems to me. Will we be given more rings?"
"Perhaps, Alita. It is the right of our owner. We will wear them with pride. It appears that you find pleasure in your rings, and I am glad that you do not despise them. Do you wish a male owner, or female?"
"It matters not. I shall serve both well. Perhaps I lean to a beautiful woman for she does not pour sperm into me as a man. I do not wish to be bred again for a year, or perhaps two, when my milk wanes. I wish then to be bred nicely to renew the milk. I would enjoy breeding perhaps every three years. I have only bore two."
I laughed at Alita. She was a precious jewel.
"Two breedings by the years of ten and four are quite adequate, my girl. Only two indeed. You bring me pleasure with your girl talk."
"Shall you breed again, Jarla? Your body is very lovely still. You should bear perhaps three or four times more, if I were you, to keep your milk."
I laughed again at her young seriousness.
"I shall think about it, Alita. Yet you forget, we are now in slavery, girl. Our breeding shall not be up to us, but to our owners."
"We will be whipped much in slavery, will we not?" she asked.
"We will be whipped often, and terribly, my daughter. Does it frighten you?"
"No. We were whipped at Dahkli, and again at the camp of the slaves. It hurt us much, and made us howl, yet it seems right to whip female, for it appears to give much pleasure to others. If I owned a slave, I would whip her much. I will accept the whip as you will do, Jarla. Do not let my screams dishearten you, for I seem to be a girl who screams much. I have heard it said that a mistress whips a slave much harder than a master. Is this truth?"
"It is so, Alita. Females will punish females with greater zeal. Thus, I assume you prefer we be sold to a master?"
"No, Jarla. I think I prefer a mistress."
I rested my head on my armpit to sleep. And to think about my daughter's strange and revealing words. The mysteries of the female mind are many.
I awoke from my sleep and saw them at the block. Like us, they were mother and daughter. Unlike us, they were free persons, and with much wealth. Their ages were similar to ours, an irony I found interesting. They wore not riks, but silk heklas of exquisite weaving, the skirts flowing low to the ankles. Above, the fronts swirled low to the breasts, cut below the nipples, revealing completely the pink breast tips and the dusky aureoles. I had not known that women of stature revealed their nipples in public, yet I knew little of this outside world. In truth, it was very beautiful to see a woman and girl of elegance bare their breasts by choice. Their breasts and nipples were not large like ours, for they obviously carried no milk, but they were appealing. I knew at once that if we must be sold, they would be my choice of what I had seen until now. Mother and daughter owning mother and daughter. A unique circumstance indeed.
"Jarla," whispered my daughter. "Let it be them. They are just like us in years. Would it not be good? The daughter looks at me with lust. She has not tasted girl as yet for I can see it in her eyes. I would please her, and you the woman. Smile at them, my mother."
The woman was particular in her purchase. Her cost was great and she wished to make no error with us. She looked up at me and spoke.
"Do you favor us? I wish no reluctance on your part, for you speak for your daughter as well."
"Our favor is of no importance. A slave girl has no such right. If you buy us we will serve well, Mistress."
"My daughter and I will punish you ~ out mercy. We both are aroused by the torture of females. We buy you to hurt you greatly. Such things please us. The idea of mother and daughter appeals to us."
"If that is your pleasure, Mistress, so be it. To be hurt is a slave-girl's lot," I said. "Well spoken. We shall pay your price." We were released from our posts and fell to our knees from weakness and pain. The woman gave us a moment to clear our senses, then attached leads to our nose rings. I struggled to my feet and faced my mistress. I had not been slave, yet somehow I knew my obligation as a female. I turned my back to her and crossed my hands to be tied. Her rope cut deep into my wrists but I flinched not. Still I stood in my position to convey my meaning. I desired elbow ropes.
"You please me," she said. The rope drew my elbows together, and my reaction was that of any female so tied. My head fell back upon her shoulder. A female can do no other thing when her elbows are drawn and her breasts are thrust forward. My face touched hers and I placed a tender kiss upon her lips.
Alita, still linked to me by our cli-chain, had been bound by the girl who now had her arms around my daughter and was receiving my daughter's warm kiss.
"Come, Alita," I spoke. "Do not delay our mistresses."
"Let your daughter kiss mine well," said my mistress. "We are not in haste. Young girls are eager to please. My daughter has not had girl-lips upon hers and she is pleased by your daughter's submission. She trembles in pleasure. Put your tongue in her mouth, slave-girl. Make her know wetness in her cun from the stimulation of another girl."
Alita kissed her with much heat, and I heard the girl moan softly.
"We shall be on our way," said my mistress. "It is but one kan and we shall walk to our dwelling. Your cli-chain shall be left between you for it is pleasing to see mother and daughter so joined. You shall find when you walk that your clis will be pulled nicely by the weight of the chain. You will climax in the street, but there will be no faltering of step or moans of passion permitted. A slave-girl does not cry out her orgasm until told to do so by her mistress. Remember that well, slaves. Your thighs shall be wet by the end of our walk, but I shall have heard no sound."
"Yes, Mistress," I said.
"I am called Kelea. My daughter is named Bamba. We go."
Again through the roads of people, naked and bound, led by our noses, our cli-chain clinking between our cuns. Kelea was correct. We had climaxed by the first turning from the tugs at our clis. But we did it silently and without falter of step.
Our mistresses were beautiful. But their eyes held the cruelty of a lioness. We would scream much.
Kelea's dwelling was a magnificent residence, surrounded by gardens and pools of fish. The grounds were large for it lay on the outskirts of Qena. She was wealthy indeed and could well afford our price. Besides her daughter, Bamba, she resided with her two sons, Teten and Raul, young boys of one and two years past Bamba. Our room was lovely, and contained rugs and bed, a luxury never felt by either Alita or I. Our nights, at least, would be spent in comfort. We were to be kept naked, a choice which is obviously left to slave owners, except for ankle chains which we would wear at all times unless removed by Kelea or Bamba to permit various punishments and sex usage.
We were allowed the remaining day to become acclimated to our ankle chains, walking in the gardens and upon the paths. It was hard at first, and produced an embarrassment that females should be so hobbled in this world. We soon learned to walk with the short stilted steps necessary and, strangely, my daughter and I found our little steps rather exciting. It is most curious that a female becomes adjusted so easily to ankle chains and that it produces an excitement. No other form of chain relegates a female to submissive acceptance of slavery as does an ankle chain, and because it does, it is stimulating. Within the hours, we learned to walk well in them, and they could be forgotten.
The next morning we were taken to the gardens of Kelea and shown a whipping post near a pool. The heavy post was crossed at the top by a lateral bar, extending to four feet in each direction. I had seen such posts before. It was a two-girl post. Kelea merely pointed to the iron shackles on the bar, without comment. The meaning was clear, even for new slaves, and we did not have to be told what to do. We went to the post and raised our hands high to be shackled.
"Bamba has not whipped girl-flesh as yet," said Mistress Kelea. "She must learn the pleasures of such things. Would you enjoy being whipped by her on her first lesson?"
It was not a question to be answered by a slave, except in one manner.
"Yes, Mistress," I responded. To answer otherwise would be foolish on a slave's part. I was learning well.
Bamba arrived shortly, attired in comfort within the grounds of her dwelling and free from public eye. She wore only a brief string about her supple hips, and she was most attractive in her near-nakedness. Her body could not match Alita's of the same age, yet it was lovely.
Kelea let her begin on our backs, teaching her to stripe at an angle to show longer marks upon the flesh. Her method was correct, for we did the same in Dahkli. Our bottom cheeks were whipped straight across which was also proper. Bamba changed from one of us to the other at her pleasure, and Kelea taught her the way to make the kebesh crack in loud retort across female buttocks. Bamba did well, for she brought gasps from my lips and squeals from Alita. Alita shook her hair from her face and sought my ear.
"Bamba does well. She hurts my cheeks much with her whip."
I lay my face against my shoulder in submission as Bamba lashed our backsides well. How strange that a whip was put to woman. Where had it begun? I saw its meaning if a woman was in punishment, or in torture to reveal a disclosure. But these things were not required upon this continent. A woman received the whip to provide pleasure to others. It was but a form of sex. I had heard it said by Rif girls that they were whipped merely because they were female, and they are perhaps correct. After all, when captives had been brought into Dahkli by our own men, we women had whipped them for no reason other than females were expected to be whipped. Even my little Tani in her child games gave and received the water reeds across young bottoms. A girl and a whip were brought up together. Could I question then a mother like Kelea teaching her daughter how to whip a female? I could not, for I had taught Alita the same, using long-forgotten captives.
This was now my third whipping within a week, and even to painful things a female becomes accustomed through repetition. It is said that a slave girl first learns to acclimate herself to being whipped. Next she learns to accept it willingly. Then, in time, she learns to receive pleasure from it. As a woman I knew these things could be true. I was most curious to find out about my own, and Alita's, life under the lash. Even now, as the young one whipped our flesh, I did not curse to myself in anger as I had done on my previous lashings. The beginning of a strange new emotion was taking seed, for I realized that to be naked and lashed by another female provided some odd feelings. I was not at the point of receiving the kebesh willingly. That would take much time. Yet I found some erotic pleasure in having the girl whip me. I found also that I no longer cringed in anger and shame to see and hear the whip strike my daughter's body. She was a full-bodied girl and should be whipped, whether she was my daughter or not. In fact, I no longer wished, as I once had, that she and I might better be separated in slavery. We were comfort to each other in our sharing. It is known that a female accepts punishment far better if she shares it with another. Who then would be better to share with than my own daughter? I did not receive pleasure from seeing Alita whipped particularly, but I did feel a strange proudness that she took the lash with me. Both of us enjoyed seeing a female whipped. Would the day come when we would be aroused by watching each other whipped? It was possible.
Kelea now taught Bamba to breast-whip, and the girl was not expert with her aim. Such things took practice, for breasts do not present the target of back and bottom. Her mother was patient with her inexperience.
"Aim for the nipples, Bamba, always. They present a small target and it will take practice. Soon, like me, four strokes out of five will fall upon them. Strike a female's nipples as often as you can, for it hurts her more there. Do not fear, nipples will not come off, and a female expects to feel the whip kiss them. You have not made them howl or throw back their heads, which is the sign of a perfect stroke. I will show you."
Kelea swung the kebesh across Alita's breasts, catching both nipples perfectly. Alita screamed and her head fell back.
"You see," said Kelea, "that one hurts the girl much. Her breasts bounced nicely and I have drawn milk."
Bamba practiced on our breasts and succeeded in hitting the nipples occasionally, with the resulting howls of hurt. I was not ashamed to watch Alita's breasts swing and bounce under the whip for it was how a girl should be whipped.
Our milk ran down our bellies into our cun hair by. the time Bamba had practiced enough on our breasts, and our punished mounds burned in pain. Young Bamba had whipped her first milk from a We were unshackled, and our ankles placed in the lowered rings. Up we went again, this time suspended by widespread legs. I gasped in awareness. In Dahkli a female is allowed to receive her cun lashes in upright position, thus giving her the mercy of the necessary shorter strokes up between her legs. Here, in Qena, such mercies were not evident apparently. We would take the lashes fully. Kelea removed our cli-rings.
"Remove a female's rings from the place you wish to whip, Bamba," said Kelea. "They get in the way, and shield her nipples or cun from receiving the whip directly on the flesh. Whip them now, but do not whip the cun with the same strength as the bottom or breasts. A torn cun prevents a slave's sexual usage until it heals."
Bamba whipped us well, and we swung and twisted in hurt. It was the most feminine place of all, and the most painful. Yet it produced a wetness there which could not be helped. A woman knew total submission when hung in that manner, for her cun was perfectly placed for the lash. She could only claw at the grass with her fingernails, in helplessness and pain. We clawed.
When a female is whipped so totally, front and rear, the release from the post is most gratifying. However, one whipped so well does not simply stand up and walk away. Like a wounded deer, a girl usually falls to all fours and shakes her head to clear her senses, her hair whisking from side to side. It is the sign that the whipping had been well given. So it was with us. A female reacts oddly to a whipping from another female. If the whipper has hurt her thoroughly, she carries no hatred. She carries only gratitude that the whipping has finally stopped, and she shows her submission. Certain homage comes natural, as likened to a beaten puppy. It takes no command or threat, for it is done suddenly and naturally, even if it is the first time. I bent to Bamba's bare foot and licked her toes in supplication. Suddenly, Alita was beside me, laving Bamba's other foot.
Nothing that I had shared with my daughter until now so aroused me. It is mysterious how certain new humiliations create great sensations. It was not the actual licking of the toes. It was being aware that my daughter was seeing me grovel in submission before a young girl, and then joining me in the same homage. Could mother and daughter possibly ever exceed such a sharing of shame? I saw my own flesh sucking wildly at Bamba's large toe, her eyes closed in surrender, and I moaned in passion of the abasement we shared. I squealed in absolute surrender to my pride, and began to lick the dusty soil from between Bamba's toes. When we had licked her feet clean, the girl ground her feet in the dirt and presented them to our mouths again. My wetness was intense.
Bamba smiled at her mother.
"It is stimulating to whip a female. I shall do so often. Their tongues upon my toes please me, mother. I fear that the string which I wear is very wet. May I hang it to dry and receive your gracious permission to be naked until it does so?"
"Her words tell me that she is ready for girl-love. Take her to the house, slaves, and please her with your tongues," commanded Kelea. "It is her first time with girl, so perform slowly and patiently. She will climax much. Rest from your stripes then, for tomorrow you shall be branded. The law of Qena decrees that slave females shall carry the mark of their owner upon their breasts. It is proper."
We bathed Bamba in her tiled tub, and even then she purred like a kitten from the touch of our caressing hands. She fell upon her bed in young nakedness to await us, her nipples stiff and swollen in passion. I was stimulated by what was to be, for I had never joined my daughter in making love to a female. The fantasy of such a thing, however, had been with me long. Nor had I loved so young a girl since I too was of young age myself. It is most rare that a woman of near thirty years couples with a girl-woman of less than half her age, yet all harbor such thoughts. In the pools of Dahkli, just a full moon past, I had played water games with Alita and Tani and a young friend of theirs. It had been a game of breast-tag and I had held the girl's breasts much that afternoon, squeezing and pulling on them when catching her, as the rules of the game require. It would not be truth if I wrote here that it had not aroused me to play with so young a girl-child. When the game was over it was a rule that the caught must kiss the catcher. The girl had flung her arms about me and pressed her lips to mine, and I held her bottom cheeks to press her against me. She kissed long. My emotions were such that I refused to let Alita and Tani talk me into any more games of water-tag with their young friends.
Now it was a girl-woman mistress I desired, and my desire was indeed much, for Bamba was girl-virgin and such a pleasure is granted only rarely to a lucky female. I had never taken girl-virgin, nor had Alita.
We began by kissing her mouth and licking her ears, which caused delightful squirming by the girl, and then went to her erect nipples, each taking one in our lips. Bamba's gasps became loud.
Atita and I spoke not. We were both female and we knew well how to work as a team without even having done so before. Bamba was in heat with our mouths on her nipples, and her hands clenched and grabbed at our hair. She was heating too soon, as would a girl in her first girl-adventure. Bamba needed calming. I offered my nipple to her mouth and let her suck milk to relax. Alita squealed with the joy of her adventuresome youth, not content to let matters well enough alone. Young ones are as playful as a lion cub, and a mother cannot do much about it. Alita, laughing in pure enjoyment, stuck her long nipple also into Bamba's mouth so that the poor girl nursed two at once. I found the cleverness of my daughter very sensual indeed, for I could feel our two nipples touching and giving milk within the mouth. Unfortunately, it only served to excite Bamba more, and her claws scraped our backs.
We licked her thighs and she twisted and turned. The tongues of my daughter and I entered her together, one low, one high, within her cun. Our young mistress thrashed upon the bed.
It was not until later, after her fourth orgasm, that she was able to let us work softly and patiently at her cun. This time it was better for her, for she was able to relax and hold her climax for many minutes. We showed her then how pleasing it was to have my tongue in her cun, and Alita's in her anus. My daughter and I alternated her holes several times, and it brought much pleasure to our mistress.
Bamba held us closely in her arms as we rested.
"I shall do you now," she whispered.
"A mistress receives, not gives," I said. "It would not be right for you, mistress Bamba."
"I am your mistress. You are but slaves," she said. "I do with you what I wish."
It took little of her tonguing to bring us to Allah. It was beautiful.
"You shall sleep here with me tonight, and hold me close," she said. "I wish to know the feel and smell of two females beside me."
"As you wish, mistress," said Alita.
"I fancy you, slave Alita. I have not seen such nipples on a female. Give me milk."
Alita fed her well, as I watched in pride. Bamba held my daughter's breasts in her hands and smiled.
"Does it not bother you that these breasts will feel the branding iron, just above your nipples? It will be done tomorrow. You are young to have them branded."
"Yes, it will hurt terribly, mistress, but a slave is branded on her breasts. There is not much that I can do about it. I am not too young to feel the iron. I have seen girls much younger than I, in caravans, who have had the brand put to their little breasts. It hurts a young girl no more than a woman."
"Well spoken, slave Alita. I shall watch. Does it bother you that my mother and I enjoy the pain of females? I become aroused much."
"It is normal for a female to enjoy the punishment of another. I too become aroused," said Alita. "I hope that you will enjoy the branding of my breasts, and of my pretty mother too."
I was proud of my daughter's words which hid so well the horror of the brand. Alita was accepting slavery nicely, but there would still be many things which would test her resolve. The punishments and degradations were endless. There were always new things which could be found to make a slave moan in shame.
"Did I whip you well, girl?"
Yes, mistress," said Alita. "You need only look at these stripes before you to know that you hurt me much."
"I shall whip you every day. Slave Jarla too. Your mother takes the whip well."
"We are yours to whip, mistress, if it pleases you. A slave should be whipped by her mistress. There is no other way."
Bamba smiled. "Bring me the whip, Jarla. I wish to lash your bottom in front of your daughter's eyes."
I brought the whip from her table and placed it in her hand.
"Show your daughter a good position to have your bottom lashed."
I blushed and put my hands on the bed, with my legs well spread on the floor. My bottom was perfect for the whip.
"Ask, slave."
"Whip my buttocks, mistress, please."
Bamba threw her whip on the floor, laughing, and bounced into bed. I blushed hotly. Even a young mistress knew how to make a woman feel shame. She had made me show my submission in front of Alita. With Kelea it would not be so bad, but this young one was devious enough to know the emotions of a mother who is made slave to a girl the same years as her own daughter. Serving this young mistress would be humbling in front of my daughter's eyes.
Yet, when I arose from my whipping stance without having been touched, I was wet at my cun. Submitting to a young girl in front of my daughter had been stimulating. I could not admit otherwise.
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Perhaps in other lands a female who would be branded would tear at her bonds and scream in protest. Yet branding is normal in the desert lands and in the sandy nations of Asia. It had always been so, and females of these places accepted it as custom for they knew not that females in other places in the world were not branded. I myself did not know, and thus I assumed that females everywhere were marked. It seemed natural to think it so. How else to prove ownership? When young girl-children were growing up in our desert world, we saw girls and women, in passing slave caravans, with branded breasts and we made little of it. It was not unusual to see, no more so than sky or trees. Every girl knew that someday she might be captured and put into slavery like the girls in the caravans, and that the branding was part of it. In fact, every girl knew that in these lands it was required that a slave be branded upon both breasts. Yet girls did not grow up dreading the possibility of branding, anymore than they did the whip. No girl wanted to be branded or whipped, but it was part of being captured, and if capture did happen, a girl accepted these things. So she did not rant and struggle against her chains in protest, and most went to the whipping or branding post with dignity and pride. To shame herself by struggle and tears would only lower herself in the eyes of others.
Perhaps the reason that branding was accepted so graciously by a girl or woman was that so many thousands of others before her had suffered the same. She had seen brands on others, and those females were not dead or disfigured. Most slave girls smiled in the caravans and on the blocks, so slavery with its whipping and branding could not be all that terrible after all. Thus, it was knowing that thousands of other females had been branded before, and their lives went on normally, that made branding a thing to accept with grace.
The branding was done on the breasts of a female for the marks showed plainly there and could not be hidden by a rik. It was an ideal place to brand a female, for when she stood facing others, the brands stood out nicely like two lights upon her skin. I had heard it said that some females become very proud of their brands, and I tend to believe such things for females are very beautiful creatures with endless emotions.
Stories had been told by those who had talked with the armored Roman soldiers near the great sea to the north, that often Roman wives were branded by choice to show their womanhood and beauty. They wear gowns which cover their nipples, I am told, but leave their breast-tops bare. It is there, high on the breasts, that the brands are placed, so that they can be seen in public. Such is the vanity of Roman wives, apparently.
So it was that upon the following morning, Alita and I were taken by Kelea to the branding post, without protest or faltering step. Even the sight of the smoking brazier of red coals did not make us weaken our dignity. We allowed ourselves to be bound to the facing posts with calmness, our arms corded high behind the posts. Two females to be branded were always bound facing one another, for it was again the sharing and the watching which made the ordeal nicer for two recipients. It gave them both courage to watch the sharing of it, and it is the way it should be. I would not like my daughter brought to me bearing brands. If she were to be branded, I desired to witness that most significant moment of her life. Alita, I'm sure, felt the same about my branding.
Do not assume, my reader, that branding is enjoyable, for it is not. If you believe that it is, then show me your brands. I will show you mine. Already, before Kelea had pulled the iron from the brazier, I could see my daughter's full breasts heaving with her breaths of anxiety. Her breasts moved and bobbed as if they knew that they soon would be violated. The girl was but ten years and four, yet with the milk-filled large breasts of woman. But her mind and emotions were not yet woman, and the branding would be significant for her. I had not begged for Alita's exception from the brand. In the desert, a girl's years mean nothing in terms of copulation with men, with women, the whip or the brand. Perhaps I might have begged for Tani, but not for Alita. She was ready for the branding iron at her age.
Kelea withdrew the blazing brand of "K" and approached my daughter.
She did not strain against her ropes as the heat came near, but she did close her eyes tightly. What is there to describe about the branding of my daughter's breasts? One cannot glorify it or write words of abhorrence. I can say that the breasts hissed when the iron was placed just above her nipples. I can say that she screamed twice and her bare toes made marks in the dirt. I can say that a tear fell from each eye. I can say that when it was done she studied her brand marks without hate or anger, but more with a face of curiosity and interest. I can say that from Bamba, who watched, came a moan of pleasure, and that her hands went to her sex briefly. I can relate the first words of a young girl, who never ceases to say unexpected things at unexpected times.
"Jarla, I have been branded." It was simply a most evident statement.
The branding iron made my head spin when Kelea pressed it to each breast. To hear one's own breasts sizzling is not enjoyable. I screamed loudly. Yet, now it was over. Alita's funny words would be answered.
"Alita, I have been branded too." It is odd that even in pain females can make light of things. My daughter laughed at my mimicking of her words.
Kelea would be a cruel mistress, for I had seen the pleasure in her eyes when she applied the iron. Yet, she knew the relationship of her two slaves, and the meaning of the moment in our lives. She was female and she knew our emotions of the present. Had we been but two slaves we would have been released and sent about our duties. But Kelea and Bamba left us alone at our posts for an hour, to put our eyes upon each other's marks, and to say mother and daughter things to each other in our moment of total slavery. Branding was final. As nothing else, it made us know our slavery. Alita and I shared many emotions during that hour, and we shared much love. By the end of the hour my daughter's branded breasts were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I told her so. The hour had been a remarkable time for us together. Kelea had been most kind to leave us alone together for those moments. It meant much to us.
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That night we bedded with both Kelea and Bamba together, in a magnificent huge bed in Kelea's chambers. It was the ultimate in female love and I had not experienced such excitement before. The blankets of soft fur were filled with breasts and arms and warm lips and legs and cun silk wherever I looked. But more than the delightful female flesh, it was the stimulation of the emotional relationship of the four females within the bed. It was mother and daughter making love to mother and daughter. There could be no greater female fantasy than that.
As mistresses, Kelea and Bamba did not give their tongues, but only received. We minded not, for we knew our station as slaves. Besides, a female's greatest pleasure is giving her tongue to another, not receiving it. Such is the beauty of females. Kelea and Bamba were not passive, however, for it would be unnatural for them not to react to our efforts. They kissed our mouths in return when we kissed them, and they held and kissed our breasts much. But their tongues did not enter us, for mistresses did not succumb to that activity except on special occasions. Pretty Bamba would tongue us, but only when her mother was not on hand to catch her at it.
We tongued and we licked their wetness, and we brought them many orgasms during the night. Alita and I tongued them both, often changing back and forth playfully between their spread legs. At times we both tongued one at the same time, letting her feel the pleasure of two tongues within her. We did not overlook their other entrance, and many times held open the bottom cheeks wide so that the other could enter her tongue. Passions become wild during such girl-games and one loses track time and place. I remember holding Kelea's bottom cheeks apart for Alita to tongue her there, and holding Alita's head down firmly until she brought my mistress to orgasm. I recall our milk being nursed in great amounts and that our bodies and blankets were soaked with the white liquid. I remember too that in moments of tangled legs and passions, Kelea and Bamba had licked each other's cun knowingly full well who it belonged to. It had been done just once and then for only a brief second. Such things between mother and daughter were not done, but I charged it to the uncontrolled passions of the moment. Yet, it had excited me to see such a thing, even though perverse and shameful.
Our pleasures were aroused by giving to our mistresses, in total submission, and we too climaxed, without being tongued. A female can climax from giving, or receiving, or even watching. She is a strange creature indeed.
The night was a galaxy of pleasure. How strange is slavery. It is a mixture of pain and pleasure, humiliation and love, whip and tongue. How unusual are slave girls and mistresses. Our mistresses had whipped us, and branded us, and received sadistic pleasure from it. Yet, now in their bed we kissed their warm mouths and breasts in love, and our tongues entered them willingly. They would whip us and hurt us each day simply to please them, yet, when in our arms, we loved them with every bit of our being. Not because we were commanded to, but because we desired to. Can one understand woman?
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The days passed into weeks, and slavery became natural. During the days, we were not without ankle chains or hands tied behind backs. Within a month we could not remember our lives when we were not in chain or rope. It seemed normal and natural for a female now. Even on those times when our elbows were drawn together, we did not gasp, for our arms had learned to accept it. Our nakedness was forgotten, and like the bondage, I could not remember what it felt like to wear a rik. I did not believe that I would like to cover my nakedness with clothes ever again.
We learned patience and serenity in bondage. On some days we were tied to posts for hours, or hung by our thumbs for the morning. Sometimes we talked, and sometimes we just hung with our own thoughts without speaking for hours. It became restful and peaceful within our minds. In truth, the sight of each other in bondage was pleasant now, and I was pleased to see that our nipples still erected in our ties. I was told that a female never loses this pleasant emotion in bondage, even after years of slavery.
Occasionally we were put into separate babas which hung from trees. This punishment did not cause discomfort or hurt like the others, yet it was the most stimulating because of the humiliation it gave a female. To be in a cage was degrading and a very emotional punishment. Alita and I enjoyed the babas, and we played girl-games at such times. We would rattle our wooden bars and snarl and hiss like lions in a cage, but in fun. We were pleased with our performances put on for each other's enjoyment, and we would laugh.
We were whipped often. In fact, seldom a day passed without the lash kissing our flesh. Sometimes Kelea whipped us, sometimes Bamba, sometimes both of our mistresses together. Sometimes just I would be whipped in front of Alita, sometimes she in front of I. We were not made to whip each other as yet. The story of the whip was true. It had been acclimation at first, but now it was acceptance without the former screams and twistings. Alita did well, and like me, hung nicely as the kebesh lashed her time and again. The kebesh did not bring our first moans and cries now until perhaps twenty blows had fallen. We wept tears, of course, when the whippings became long, but that was to be expected of any female. Yet we took the whip very much better now.
Whipping, over time, tends to produce the first signs of pleasure. It happens without awareness. We were not yet to the point of enjoying whipping, nor desiring to be whipped, yet the clues began to arise. I began to feel a stimulation when I saw one of our mistresses approaching us with her whip, and this strange feeling became stronger when I felt my wrists tied high to a post to receive it. It was those brief moments when a female hung naked, just before the first lash fell, that the stimulation became most intense. Her breathing becomes heavy, her hips move slightly. It is the anticipation which is so strong, it seems. When the first lash falls, it is almost a relief to end the suspense.
Too, I began to take more interest in the lashes which fell upon Alita. I watched for those which marked her best, and when one of exquisite pain made my daughter throw back her head and howl, or a breast-lash of perfect aim made her milk spray high, I grieved not for her. Instead I noted an admiration for the well-delivered stroke of the mistress.
During these weeks Alita and I were not always together. Kelea determined, rightly, that we should be apart some of the time. Her mind worked well, and she knew that separation would have its merits. She also knew that it would be, in a way, punishment. On some occasions she would chain one of us in a room next to hers, while she and Bamba made love to the other, out of sight but not out of sound. The punishment was great for one of us to hear three females in heat and not be able to participate. It was cruel, and created exactly what Kelea wished. When I was chained away from them, I tugged at my chains in frustration to hear their moans of pleasure, and in truth, I became jealous of Alita, and she in turn of I, when she was so chained. Kelea had succeeded in bringing about this cruelty well. Our jealousy lasted but briefly, however, for we loved each other much.
At other times, Kelea would torture one of us in a room next to where another was chained out of sight. It is much better if we can see what the other suffers. Hearing each other scream and not knowing what was being done was maddening and frustrating, yet afterwards, we always told each other how we were tortured.
The worst cruelty for me was being in my room and hearing Alita whipped in another place within the dwelling, or in the gardens. I would not dare to venture there unless commanded to, so I could but listen. I would listen for the number of lashes and wonder when her first cry would ring forth. Usually it happened near twenty or twenty and five. Then she would return to me, her eyes wet with tears, her body streaked.
Kelea provided us with a lotion of rose oil and pumice, which was used by slave girls everywhere to ease the pain of their lash marks. Alita and I took care of each other well, as mother and daughter should, and after a whipping we would rub the lotion upon each other's lashes when we returned to our room. We were not ashamed at these times to use loving hands on each other's breasts and bottoms, and to say that the hands felt nice upon us. Why should we lie? Regardless of our unique relationship in slavery, females always soothed each other's whip marks. Many licked them like kittens, for females will lick at hurt and wounds. If we had not been mother and child we too would have licked each other's lashes. But our tender hands were enough.
Some nights we were given to Kelea's sons, Teten and Raul, and they used all our entrances with their lants, sperming us well. By now, we no longer suffered shame to be taken side by side. In fact, the opposite was now true. It gave us great arousement to hear and see each other being taken by man, and excited us far more than if we were not together. We desired to share our sexual prowess together, and in truth, what can be more beautiful than mother and child thrusting their hips into man, side by side? We were a tandem team of slave pleasure, and as we did with Kelea and Bamba, we performed in alternate unison with the sons. The boys would change from Alita to me, and back again. How sensual to feel my daughter's wetness on the lant which entered me, after plunging within her. How unique to kneel together while the boys used our anuses in alternation, and feel the warmth of Alita's rectum on the lant which entered mine. How fine it was to no longer be ashamed to accept a lant which had been within the anus of either of us, or both. How delightful it was, to feed upon the same lant, taking turns with our mouths until it spit its seed into one of our throats. We played girl-games at these times, and when the spitting began in one mouth she would quickly put it in the mouth of the other female so that she could share its liquid too.
We laughed and we squealed like two young girls together. Our ages and our relationship made no difference in sexual submission and pleasure. We moaned in pleasure for the other's cries of excitement, on those occasional times when Raul and Teten joined to put their lants within the two holes of one female at the same moment. The feel of two lants within a female is beyond words, and the other of us was pleased to see the other receive such a reward.
These words I have written of our shared pleasures could have been omitted in my scripts, for I know that they may offend some. Yet I must record these things as they, in truth, happened. If I did not, these scrolls would not be complete. If thou be man, your offense is of no matter, for thou do not understand female slavery. If thou be woman, your offense cannot be taken to heart unless you have been in slavery too.
If thou be woman, with daughter of the years of girl-woman, as mine, you shall not be offended. For in your mind you dream of such things in secret. You are free, and your daughter too. Yet you have been denied the ultimate sharing which can be found only if you both serve as slaves together. I hold pity for you and your daughter. You have not lived.
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Bamba, having felt the pleasures of sex, was becoming insatiable. It is most normal for girls of her years. Seldom passed a day when she didn't demand our tongues. On some occasions she applied her tongue to us, when Kelea wasn't near, and threatened us with terrible tortures if we should tell her mother that a mistress made love to her slaves. We would not dream of spoiling her secret. Bamba too had the urge for boys. Unfortunately, she was not allowed into the city on her own to pursue such desires. It is most difficult to deny a young girl in heat, and Bamba quickly found a solution to her desires. How fortunate to have two nice brothers.
Teten and Raul did not require much coaxing obviously, for their sister was a delight. Such things had probably occurred to them before, but Kelea would have skinned them alive.
Bamba's room lay next to ours, the doorway covered by only a drape, and late one night we heard the two boys enter her room quietly. Bamba's whispers revealed that the boys had indeed been invited. For a time there was silence, then we heard Bamba's quiet moans and the unmistakable sounds of the bed.
Alita and I were unable to control our excitement and curiosity, and crept to the drape where we carefully peeked through a thin slit. Bamba was indeed being taken in her cun by Raul. We watched, fascinated, like two little girls, as Raul emptied himself into his sister. Teten whispered to Bamba, and the girl flopped over on her belly to take his lant in her anus. Bamba's long hair whisked in all directions as she shook her head in unbridled passion. Kelea entered the room, and we ran quickly back to our beds, much too late. She had seen us peering through the slit in the drape, and replaced our eyes with hers. She saw her son's lant plunging within her daughter's anus. We feared the worst for Bamba.
Kelea's words of anger could be loudly heard in our bed.
'You like to play games with brothers, I see. Such things are not done in my house, Bamba. The bodies of two nice slaves apparently are not enough to satisfy you, for you seduce your brothers. You squirm to feel a lant in your bottom. Perhaps I shall show you that a bottom has other uses. Twenty with the kebesh on those young cheeks, and you shall know what a bottom is for. Teten and Raul shall watch, as well as the two slaves. Fetch them to witness."
We heard Bamba's gasp, for she had never been whipped. Her entrance into our room was mournful. Her face blushed hotly as she commanded our presence at her punishment. Alita and I tingled in pleasure, but tried not to show it. It would be fun to watch the girl have her first taste of punishment. Perhaps then she would know how the kebesh feels when she used it on us. For Bamba, whipping slaves was fun, and she cared nothing for how it might feel to a slave. Now she would know. Yet, in a way, we felt sympathy for her. Not because her bottom cheeks would be burned, but because we knew how she must feel to have it done before her brothers' eyes, and before the eyes of two slaves. To have a slave watch a mistress whipped is humiliating. It must have been hard for her to come into our room and fetch us.
Kelea hung Bamba by her thumbs in a hallway, her toes far off the floor, and went to find a kebesh. Bamba, in pure shame, could look at neither her brothers or us, and kept her eyes lowered.
Kelea's first lash tore across Bamba's creamy cheeks, and the girl swung back and forth by her thumbs. The red welt was lovely.
Something must be said for young girls. Most have a very stubborn resolve and pride. In truth, I could but admire Bamba as the strokes fell, for she was determined not to let her brothers and slaves see her pain.
The whipping was not light, and the kebesh sank deep into Bamba's cheeks with terrible sounds of force. Her body swung like a pendulum. She gasped, and hissed, but did not scream out. If she had been alone with her mother, she would have screamed much. I honored her courage.
The whipping of Bamba was arousing. One did not often see a mistress whipped, and for Alita and I, it had been a very long time since we had seen any female whipped other than each other. Alita held my hand in pleasure and I knew she shared my wetness. Bamba's nipples were erect under her punishment, yet so were ours from witnessing.
A young girl at her first whipping often has many moods. At first it is shame, then agony, then submission. Then sometimes it is anger and petulance and stubbornness. Bamba was angry by the time the last lash fell upon her blazing cheeks.
"Perhaps not being able to sit for a day will change your mind about bedding with brothers," snapped Kelea.
"I will bed with them," Bamba spit. "I will have their lants in my cun and in my bottom. And in my mouth too. They will fill me with sperm."
The silence was terrible. I could not believe the boldness of the girl. Yet, she had been hurt and humiliated before others, and her young emotions overcame her. The kebesh began again.
By the thirtieth lash her face had become pale with pain. Her nipples were no longer erect. She screamed full throat now at each lash. It would be over.
"I am sorry for my words, mother. I regret having defied you in anger. I shall never bed with my brothers again. You have my word, on Allah's mercy."
"Ask for three more strokes on your bottom, Bamba," said Kelea.
This time there was no anger, or hesitation.
"Whip my cheeks, three times again, I ask of you."
Three times the whip struck. It was finished. "You shall hang by your thumbs for an hour," said Kelea.
"Yes, mother." Tears rolled down Bamba's face.
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A slave girl, within a month or two adapts. She adapts herself to her ropes and to her ties then she begins to take the whip better and better. In time she also adapts herself to the various degradations and shames which her master or mistress plan for her. The humiliations of the early days no longer are possible, once she has tasted them several times. From the standpoint of a master or mistress, these acclimations detract from the excitement of the early yowls of pain, and the blushing faces. A slave girl is not fun unless she provides arousement. Thus, when it is seen that a slave is becoming used to her slavery, and perhaps even complacent and cocky, her owner must double the efforts. Ropes become tighter, the whip falls longer and harder, and new humiliations are designed to make her feel less than a female. It is not hard. New and interesting humiliations are endless.
Thus, at our fourth month, Kelea began to notice our complacency. On a walk within the grounds she had tied ropes to our breasts and ordered us to lead each other around the paths in turn, thinking to shame mother and daughter. It did not. Then we led each other by our nose-rings, under her orders, and then our cli-rings. Kelea was disappointed by our lack of shame.
It was then that she decided upon the chariot. I had heard of females being used as steeds in far-off lands, and I knew the shame it would bring. When our mistress told us of her plans, our day was not a happy one, and thus it delighted her to see our downcast faces. That afternoon, the chariot awaited us upon the path.
Chariots were designed for one female, or two. I had been told tales of Rome where teams of eight naked girls were harnessed to huge coaches, but I found it hard to believe such things. Our chariot was a two-girl, and Kelea put us in tandem harness before the amused eyes of Bamba.
The drawbar was positioned between our waists, and fastened with leather straps around each of our waists. Our wrists were fastened to a ring on the back of our leather collars, at the rear of our necks, thus getting our arms out of the way of our bare backs and buttocks. The meaning was clear. The lash would fall there to drive us faster. Twin reins were attached to our cli-rings, to be held by the driver. Our clis would be tugged for turns and other commands. The result would be obvious. There was one thing more. Cruel iron pony bits were fastened into our mouths by head straps, the terrible iron within our mouths clamping our tongues both above and below.
Of all the things that can be done to a woman, a bit is perhaps the cruelest bondage. The feel of the thing within the mouth reduces a female to but an animal. A bit never is accepted by female, no matter if she wears it for years. When Kelea fastened it within my gums, I whisked my hair in shame and frustration, and my cheeks were red with emotion. So harnessed, Alita and I looked at each other in helplessness. I had not seen such a look in my daughter's eyes since the early days of our slavery, and my heart tugged for her. It was true, I had become used to seeing my own daughter bound and whipped and used sexually, and it no longer offended me. But the sight of the heavy metal bit within her mouth caused me suffering.
A young girl of Alita's age should not be excused from the whip. She is well old enough. She should not be excused from pleasure in bed, and should have been bred once or twice by ten years and four. But a chariot steed was the lot of a woman. A young one's legs and strength would be cruelly tested in such a punishment. A young girl's mouth was not ready for a cruel bit, and the sight of it in my daughter's gums made me wince. It was the first time I would have begged for Alita, but my bit prevented my speaking.
Kelea sat herself within the chariot and snapped her long special whip across our backs to begin us moving. At first we could only trot. It had been long since we had stretched our legs in full run, not helped by our daily use of ankle chains. It was cruel. Females are not animals.
We found our task not easy the first hour, when we began to run. Unless our strides of both legs were in perfect unison and tandem with each other, the chariot would be pulled in an unsmooth and jerky manner, causing the whip to streak our backs and rumps. I could hear the whip cracking into my daughter's buttocks, for young Alita found it hard to match my strides. Yet, in time, we began to learn to match each other well, and the chariot ran swiftly and steadily. We found it difficult to run with our hands behind our necks. It is not natural to run without the use of swinging arms. But we learned to do the best we could, and our long slim legs of Dahkli females did us well. The position of our arms made our breasts most significant, for such bondage when running caused a female to swing from side to side in her strides. Our breasts thus swung obscenely from side to side in great arcs, shamefully in perfect timing with each other's. I did not know that breasts could swing that far, and again, the intent of the hand-tie was clear. A chariot girl in full run would provide a rather erotic sight, even from a distance, for her breasts would swing like pendulums.
By day's end, however, Alita and I had learned to move together, swinging our breasts and hips in perfect motion with one another. We were now a perfect tandem team of mother-daughter steeds. Kelea had used the whip constantly upon us to teach us well, yet she had been gentle with the cli-reins. We fell into bed with much eagerness that night, too tired to feel our shame. Tomorrow would be shame of the greatest magnitude, for our mistress would drive us through Qena. I did not wish to think about the humiliation of it.
The next morning Alita and I were put into our harnessing by Kelea and Bamba. We would pull them both through Qena in utter degradation, for chariot girls had not yet been used in these lands. Kelea had a surprise for us which she had saved for our real use in public, and it further added to our shame. We stood in our harnesses upon the path, trying to adjust our bits within our mouths to the most comfortable position, and I saw the shamand in Kelea's hand. It bothered me little to realize that our nipples would probably be ringed to hold yet another rein. It would not add to shame, for already we were reined by our cli-rings, and what could be more shameful than that? As to nipple rings, it made no difference to me. We bore rings in our clis and noses already and it surprised me that rings had not been put in our nipples before now. Females accept nipple rings easily and without shame, and both Alita and I had fine long nipples for the ring.
Kelea put the shamand through my daughter's nipples with ease, and Alita merely winced. As I saw Alita pierced, my own nipples erected in anticipation, and quickly too were holed nicely by the shamand. Kelea did not approach with rings. But with bells.
The bells were large and heavy, with a ring on top to insert through the nipple. I gasped as I felt the cruel weight of them hanging from my breasts. My breasts no longer curved outwardly in a firm manner, but now were pulled downwards by the terrible weight. I watched Alita's young full breasts also sag under the bells put in them. Her face was flushed with disgrace, for we both knew the degrading purpose. Our swinging breasts in trot or run would ring the bells in a duet of song. Only another female could arrive at such shame to put to a woman. There was a last cruelty yet to suffer, and I screamed in my bit when I saw it, and shook my head from side to side in pleading.
Kelea held two horse tails, the thick ends of which were bound in leather for several inches. Tears ran down my cheeks in shame, for I knew where the tails would be put. Bamba held my bottom cheeks apart and Kelea pushed the round tail stem up into my rectum. The thickness of the leather-wrapped tail was larger than a woman's wrist, and I gnawed at my bit in discomfort. I could only accept an inch or two within my anus. Kelea slapped my buttock as an order, and in total indignity, I bent forward and spread my legs. The thick tail was now within me, so deeply that I felt it at my gut. I wept in humiliation. The thick tail was in so deep that it could not come out on its own.
For the first time, I could not watch my daughter suffer punishment. I had seen her whipped until trickles of blood ran from her skin. I had seen milk flogged from her breasts. I had seen rings put into her cli, and nose. I had seen her nipples pierced to accept heavy bells. Yet I could not watch this. I turned away.
My ears could not be blocked, however, and I could hear her muffled squeals as she sought to accept the tail in an orifice smaller than mine. I could hear her moving her feet and legs in widespread stance to ease the insertion. Then there was silence. I looked at last. Alita was tailed.
It was the only time that Alita and I could not look at each other. Our shame was too great to share. The whips of both Kelea and Bamba snapped across our backs in unison. We were going to the city. We did not move. I heard my daughter whimpering in shame, and suddenly I cried openly like a little girl. It had been done. The thing which we resolved to prevent, and had done so until now. Kelea had broken us completely.
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I shall try to record here that day, but as in other pages in which I have asked your forgiveness, it shall be a poor effort. Some feelings cannot be written down.
The first feeling was one of pure discomfort as we covered the first kan. If a female reads these words, as I assume many might do, I ask her to appreciate the feel of a horse's tail imbedded deeply into our rectums as we ran. It was in to perhaps a half of twelve inches, or more, and spread us open to the size of a girl's mouth. It was beyond being sensual. It was not fun. I ask a female reader to know the feel of heavy bells swinging from our breasts, side to side in great arcs of clanging and ringing. I ask her to feel the bit in her mouth which quickly turns our mouth and lips into foam and saliva. I ask her to feel the tug of a rein to her cli, which produces an intense sexual arousement at a time when such a thing is farthest from our desire. I ask her to feel the shame of a mother and daughter in such terrible humiliation to be used as ponies in public, and driven and whipped by another woman and daughter through the streets. I ask her to know the disgrace to have to swing our legs and breasts together in perfect time.
Yet that is but the beginning. A female who reads these scripts will know the liquids a woman can surrender under such punishment. A female is an unbelievable source of liquid. As the second kan passed, our bitted mouths gave forth spittle and froth in foamy torrents, which poured down our chins and onto our swinging breasts. Our second liquid was the glistening sheen of perspiration which covered us from head to toes, as we ran with the heavy chariot through the desert heat. We shone with our sweat. Another fluid was pulled from our nipples by the heavy swinging weights upon our breasts. We could smell our fresh milk as it spurted shamefully.
Lastly, the pulls upon our clis which Kelea had purposely avoided in practice, now were cruelly exaggerated to bring us to wetness and orgasm. Within two kans, both Alita and I had orgasmed at different times, and nearly stumbled as the sensations wracked our loins. The orgasm ran from our cuns, and down our thighs. The whips of Kelea and Bamba had screamed when we faltered from climax and we regained our stride quickly. I ask my female readers to imagine a climax in full run, with bitted mouth. Thus all of these liquids were wrenched from our bodies.
Yet all of these things were not as terrible as the ultimate breaking of our spirits and pride, which came next. Put yourself, woman reader, in my place, and know the shame you would feel for yourself and your daughter to be driven and whipped through the grounds of an estate by another woman and her child, while bitted, reined, breast-belled and stuffed with horse's tail between your bottom cheeks. Know the humiliation of orgasm wrenched from you at anytime a woman and girl decided to make you do so. You would scream to have to share these atrocities with your own daughter. You would wish with all your heart that your daughter was not with you. You would not wish to share these things.
Now, move your thoughts from the grounds of an estate, to the crowded streets of Qena. Your shame is now public. Bad enough that men and woman stare at you in obvious delight as you run past. But there are many children there too, and they do not stare in horror. They also squeal in delight at your humiliation. Know well that they see the foam dripping from your mouth as a horse in race. Know well that they see your milk wrung from your nipples by ringing bells. Know well that they realize what it means to see liquid dripping from your cun and glistening down both thighs. They know you have climaxed again and again in helplessness.
Feel the sense of shame as you are parked with your chariot in the teeming marketplace, while your mistresses have left to buy goods. See the men, women and children crowd about you to witness the first chariot girls they had ever seen. Hear their words of fascination and delight as they inspect you in admiration. Know that your hips move in heat of the long run, and that your tail swishes from side to side like a real pony. Feel the children stroke your tail, and know that they bend behind you to see how such a thing can fit in a female anus. Realize that your anus is now opened as wide as it has ever been before, and that people can see its ordeal. Know that even children can see your flushed and erect cli with its shameful ring and rein.
Imagine being too ashamed to even look at your own daughter who stands in tandem harness next to you. Imagine not being able to look ahead with proud eyes, but instead, lowering your face upon your chest with tears welling in closed eyes.
Know well that adults and children do not even care that your back and rump are terribly streaked from the chariot whip.
Know well that you are, at this moment, not a woman or a girl, but an animal. A pony.
Feel a shame and degradation so intense that you did not think it possible in your lifetime. Feel it begin to arise in your loins.
Feel yourself orgasm, there in the marketplace, in front of all, because of your humiliation. Feel the liquid running down your thighs. Hear women who have seen it run, chatter in excitement and point to it.
Scream into your bit in living death.
In our bed that night we did not talk. Alita and I held each other in the darkness and wept our shame. Kelea had been much aroused by the events of the day, and had promised that we would be driven to market each week. The thought of such ordeals to come was more than we could bear.
So eventful and exciting had been the day to Kelea that she was too tired to have us service her body that night. Or to put our ankle chains on us. It had been the first time that we had gone to bed without chain or rope, and the feeling was most strange. It gave us a false sense of freedom, and fostered ideas in our heads. It is why a slave girl should always be chained.
We could not sleep, so torn were our emotions. In the middle of the night we thought to commit our sin. We could not face the ordeal of the chariot again.
Escape was uneventful at that time of night. It was most simple to steal down the hallways and through the gardens, leaving the grounds through the iron gate near the olive trees. The city streets were deserted and we wandered aimlessly, knowing not what we would do or where we would go. In desperation we found a stable and fell into sleep upon the straw.
We awoke in the morning from the noise of the streets and the clatter of horses and carts. With sleep our minds had become refreshed and our senses put in order. We could not hope to stay free for long. Strangely, there was also a feeling of guilt. Once again it was child, not mother who spoke words of sense.
"Jarla. we cannot hope to escape. We may steal clothes to hide our nakedness and our slave brands, but the rings in our noses cannot be removed. We shall be identified for what we are by the first to set eyes upon us. It would be better to return on our own, than to be taken back to our mistresses by the patrols. It is not right that we should try escape. I am young, and do not have your wisdom, but we were captured fairly by the slavers, and a desert female knows that she is fair game by custom and tradition. It is just, that we serve our slavery."
"Your words ring truth, my daughter," I replied. "We were captured fairly. Let us return to Kelea's house. Our punishment will be great."
"We will deserve it," said Alita wistfully.
By creeping through the alleyways and gardens we were not seen, and ran through the gate into Kelea's grounds. We found Kelea and Bamba having date tea and figs near the fish pools. We spoke not, but knelt before them, our heads lowered in shame.
"I gave you to mid-sun to return," she spoke. "Then the patrols would have been dispatched. If they had brought you back, your tongues would have been removed by law. Without tongues you are of no worth to Bamba or I, or to any woman's cun. We would have sold you into desert labor, where such females toil from dawn to night to shatter rocks, their backs flogged without mercy. But you have returned, and I am pleased that you have done so. You both give us much pleasure, and we do not desire to sell you away. Your punishments shall be in accordance with the nature of your sin. Today, the young one of you shall name your punishment. She shall sit by the pool for one hour and devise your penalty. You, Jarla, shall not sit with her. If her decision is not strict enough, or does not please me, you shall be sold into labor without your tongues. Tomorrow I shall tell you of your final penalty. It shall not be painful, and you will not scream, but you will remember it always. Go now to the pool, young one, and think well upon your unpardonable sin."
I knelt with bowed head during the hour, at Kelea's feet. My emotions were very different than on most occasions, for now I prayed that Alita's decision would be one of significant punishment for us. It was strange to wish that one's punishment would be too harsh, rather than too merciful, yet its merit would hold our future.
"Mistress, I ask that Jarla and I whip each other cruelly for our sin, and apply salt. It will be fair, for neither of us prevented the other from escaping. Thus we should punish each other."
For the first time, I looked up at Kelea to see her reaction. I prayed that it would be acceptable to her. Kelea smiled.
"It is acceptable punishment. It will please me to see such a thing between mother and daughter."
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The whipper, by custom, ties the recipient, and Alita tied me tightly by the wrists to the high wooden bar at the post. She spread my legs and fastened my ankles to the stakes in the ground. It was the usual tie.
I remembered at our capture in Dahkli that Alita and I were forced to give each other several strokes at our public whipping. It had been shameful, and was most difficult to do. Yet, it had been only a few lashes. Now, for the first time, we would flog each other severely, and my breasts heaved from the realization of it.
Only a few months ago, such a thing would have been repulsive in its perverse cruelty. Slavery, however, changes a female greatly. We were still mother and daughter, and would always remain so in our feelings and blood tie, yet we were also slaves and, as slaves, each of us also had separate identities. It was common that slave girls were made to whip each other, and the relationship of Alita and I was not reason to avoid that. In the early weeks and months, Alita and I were seldom apart. We shared the punishments and the emotions natural to mother and daughter. As our slavery grew and lengthened, however, we became more and more sisters in slavery, such as would the girls of a large slave harem. Now, one of us could easily notice the other being whipped in the garden, and pass on by without emotion of any kind. At such times, we were aware that the other was a slave, thus why shouldn't she be whipped? It no longer caused pangs of sympathy or sorrow. In truth, whipping was good for a female.
Yes, the story of the whip was true. At first Alita and I had to muster courage to stand its pain. Then we became acclimated to it. Then we accepted it. Now, I knew that a female requires the whip as she does food and water, and I took it as I would bread. If my slavery ended, I would ask to be whipped in whatever life I found myself, for it made me very female and provided me with feminine thoughts and emotions. I am honored to be female. I adore it. And the whip brought me to ultimate femininity, as it did Alita. Time under the whip is like the rain and sun on a flower. The seed of pleasure grows slowly, but surely. It is the story of the whip that is so beautiful and so just. The first few times a female is whipped her mind screams with agony and violation. If her reaction to the whip were to continue on in that manner for months and years, she would surely die. But soon the lashes begin to bring peace, even pleasure, in their agony. A female begins to feel strange sensations when her wrists are tied to the post. Her body moves like a soft breeze in anticipation. Sweat trickles in her armpit, and her loins feel moistness. Her tongue may lick her lips as the first lash burns her flesh. Allah is kind to bring about this change, for it would be horror without it.
I trembled in emotion as I awaited my first lash from Alita. I trembled not because of the whipping I would receive, for I had been at this post countless times before. I trembled in excitement to know that my daughter would whip me now. It had been different at Dahkli, where the cruelty of the whipping was thrust upon us suddenly and without slave experience. Now, how different it was. My daughter herself had proposed this punishment, and because she had, the eroticism of it aroused me. It was something that few mothers would ever experience. My emotions were on high edge.
The kebesh hissed across my back, and it made me gasp. Alita's lash had been harder than even Kelea would strike me. Yet, I saw the beauty of my daughter's thinking. Our mistress would be expecting a softening of the lashes from each other. Alita'" first lash had told me that we should whip each other more strictly than our mistresses would. I was proud of my daughter's maturity. Alita's second lash tore across my bottom and I cried out. Kelea did not make me yowl until after twenty.
"You have been a bad slave. I shall whip you terribly," shouted Alita.
For the first time, it was not one of Alita's young games. She meant her words, convinced by our sinful escape that our whipping should be harsh. It was not a game. Alita would whip me just as if I had been a totally unknown slave girl whom she had been ordered to whip.
I writhed and moaned as she streaked me from shoulders to thighs with cracking strokes, then stood at my front to whip my breasts. Now I could see her face and it was one of resolve and anger. I was, at that moment, not her mother, but a misbehaving slave girl.
The milk did not usually come until the fifth or sixth breast-lash, but Alita's stroke was so punishing that my nipples spouted milk immediately. Alita whipped my breasts terribly, making me cry tears and sob. I knew not how long she whipped me there. I know only that my breasts never ceased swinging and bouncing and spouting milk.
Alita's first stroke up into my cun made me bury my face in my armpit and hiss like a snake. She put the kebesh into my cun six times.
"Are you punished enough for your crime, woman?" she asked.
I knew the nature of my crime. Knew I should be punished severely. It was not a game. For the first time, I desired to be punished so that I would never think of escape again.
"I should be whipped more," I said. It was not a perversity. I wanted to be whipped more, for I believed in punishment for a disobedient female. I had changed much in Qena.
Alita chose my bottom. Her whip sang and struck. Again and again and again, and I moaned with each searing lash. My arousement now was great despite the hurt. Or perhaps, because of it. The last phase of the whip was near in my life. It was now bringing me pleasure. I could feel my wetness.
It was meaningful that my daughter should choose my rump to whip steadily. As a little girl I had spanked her bottom for misbehavior. Now, in turn, she whipped the bottom of her mother. The thought of this drove me to great excitement.
The lashes seared my bottom flesh.
My scream of orgasm was shrill and long, my fluid pouring from me. It had been done. I had reached the last plateau. I now had climaxed under the whip and my life would be forever changed. I would want to be whipped. Best of all, it had been done by my daughter.
Alita cupped her hands in the bucket of salt-brine water, and spread it slowly over my back and buttocks. She had not done it quickly, but calmly and thoroughly. She wished to hurt me, for my sin, with all her heart. I screamed and twisted at my wrist ropes, for the pain stunned me. Again she filled her hands with the salt, and rubbed it slowly and firmly into my breasts, taking care to caress much of it into my raw nipples. She took a second portion of salt and rubbed my breasts again. My orgasm was immense for I pulled the ground stakes from the earth with my thrashing legs. It was over, yet I climaxed still, again and again.
It would serve no purpose in these scripts to write of Alita's whipping. I whipped the girl as she had done me, caring not that she was my daughter, and rubbed the salt into her cuts well. Her screams bothered me not, but I was pleased that I brought her to orgasm under my lashes. In our minds we were now free from our unique relationship. We were but two females in slavery.
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The punishment on the second day began at sundown, in the gardens of sweet jasmine and rose, with the freshness of evening in the air. Our tie was not unusual, nor discomforting, for we hung by our wrists, breast to breast, from the branch of an olive tree. It was in fact most pleasant, and I did not see the purpose of it. We were not to be whipped again on this day.
Kelea held nipple rings in her fingers, but there were only two. Our nipples had been already pierced by the bells, so the insertion of the rings would require no further discomfort. It was obvious that our nipples would be joined together by single rings, a practice common in the desert when binding two females together. I had once seen such a thing, and thought it pretty. Kelea indeed made our nipples share the same rings, and we were pleased to feel the same metal joining us together.
I felt Kelea remove my cli ring, then felt her fingers working at our cuns. Her intent was made clear soon, for I felt our clis also joined by a single ring, drawing our sex lips together in joint bondage. Our nipples and clis were now as one, held together by the single rings. The intimacy of our shared bondage at our most feminine parts was clever, and I was puzzled by Kelea's punishment. Certainly there was no discomfort, and by this time, no shame between Alita and I to have our bodies touch. Kelea left us alone in the garden. It was a mystery. Certainly our mistress had lost her senses if she allowed that our shared tie was much had said that our punishment would not be painful, but most significant. Alita and I talked about this odd puzzle as we hung together into the evening.
The whipping we had given each other had been the opening of the secret cave. It had removed most of the personal relationship that we had known since Alita's birth, and in truth the whippings were beneficial to us both. A mother and daughter in slavery can exist much better if they can come to accept each other as mere slave girls and forget their relationship. The relationship can never be entirely forgotten naturally, but it is a blessing if it can be reduced to its lowest level of awareness.
Females have a special attraction about them, not only to men but to each other as well. It is indeed one-of Allah's mysteries. It is not a mental or emotional attraction as much as physical. Two females can remain apart easily if they but talk or play or walk together. But if they should touch or feel the soft curves of each other, either by design or accident, the magnetism cannot be thwarted and their desire will build. In Dahkli, girl-children and girl-women who showed a reluctance to begin pleasure with each other are often tied to one another, face to face, and left alone. In time, the magic begins to work, from the soft warmth of each other. Often in fact, two girls who tended to fight and dislike each other were relieved of their animosity by being tied together. Within a short time, the two would be twisting and purring in love. It is something she cannot help whether she desires it or not. The feel of another female is much too strong. It will happen whether one female is young, another older. Whether one a girl-child, the other a woman. Whether they are enemies or they are sisters. Whether they are mother and daughter. It must happen.
Alita felt the effect of her bondage within the second hour. The desire to lessen the discomfort of a tie strikes a girl before a woman, for her limbs are not as strong. When hanging alone, a female can but twist slowly, but if bound to another she will move into her to share the pleasures therein. It was only a slight push of her cun against mine, which I found normal under the circumstances, and I returned it softly. She responded again with more firmness. The moistness of our sex lips together was pleasant, and I again returned her pressing. There was no longer any doubt of our punishment to me. Nature would provide it. The realization of it should have filled my mind at the beginning, but it had not. Kelea's cruelty was worse than I had imagined, for there are things more punishing than a thousand lashes. It was the ultimate punishment for a mother and daughter, and it would not come by command or threat, but by the cruelty of feminine nature.
"Alita, do you understand this punishment?" I asked. I thought that she did not.
"Yes, Jarla. I understand full well its meaning," my daughter replied. "It is cruel. Yet in Dahkli at our capture, did you not warn of such things as the reason our tandem slavery would be unique and most costly to a buyer? Did you not say also that it would be better for us to break from our blood relationship if we could, and accept each other as females first? I have tried to do so, and when I whipped you yesterday I pretended that you were just another woman. I am trying once again now, and in truth, your cun gives me pleasure against mine."
"Well spoken, girl. This would be the last of our relationship as we once knew it, if we proceed in nature's way. I bore you from my womb, and watched you grow. Never have I had desire for your body, for such things are perverse and unnatural. Yet slavery changes many things and many emotions. Your body now is full and sensuous. You have bred twice and your breasts are filled with milk of woman, your nipples the nicest I have known on girl-woman. You would be desirable for any woman's bed. I would lie if I said I did not whip you with some excitement. Perhaps Allah meant for this to be. Can we forget our kinship?"
"Let us try," said Alita. "This moment was destined. I have known it for some time. We are but years of ten and five apart, it shall not be hard. In truth, Jarla, I desire to break this barrier at last. Shall we kiss?"
My heart pounded within me. The very nature of this moment in the garden was so forbidden that a moan escaped my lips, yet I trembled with excitement. I placed my mouth against hers and our nose-rings clinked softly. We had kissed many times in friendship and kinship, but upon those times, there had been no desire and the kisses had been brief. Now, our lips were together in full melding, and we did not break the kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth and the sting of fire raced through my body.
We kissed long and hungrily, and soon our cuns began to thrust and push into the wetness that was each other. Alita's wetness was magnificent and I gnawed at her tongue with mine. Our gasps became loud, our squeals fervent. This was not my daughter, and I not her mother. We were two in heat. We desired only now to be released and disjoined by our cli-ring.
We prayed for Kelea's return, and she came within another hour.
"Do you offer a request from me?" she smiled.
"Yes, mistress," I said. "Release us please."
"But it has only been three hours in your bondage. Why do you wish release?"
"You play with us cruelly, mistress. You knew the result of this bondage. I beg of you, we are heat for each other. Let us find our release from this desire. You and mistress Bamba shall witness the final carnality."
Upon our bed Alita and I held each other in passion, our nipples erect in desire, while Kelea and Bamba sat alongside to pleasure themselves in the ultimate coupling they would soon see.
Alita spread my thighs tenderly, and I could but moan in anticipation. She touched my cun with a soft finger and spoke.
"From here I entered the world as a female, and because I have been born female, I am pleased. I will show my thanks to the place that delivered me, and to the beautiful female who bore me."
They were the most beautiful words I had ever heard.
Her tongue delivered me to the heavens and to the stars, and when I had spent all of the cream within me, I entered her sweet wetness and brought her to the glory of Allah. Her orgasm filled my throat.
Beside our bodies, Kelea and Bamba writhed to the touch of each other's tongues, so aroused had they been by the sight before them. The night was a galaxy of carnal pleasures, two mothers and two daughters twisting in erotic desire with each other, then sharing in many combinations of love. Only at dawn did four females sleep in each other's arms.
I awoke at midday, the tongue of my beautiful daughter already within me and returning me to the heavens. I put my hands in her hair as she fed, then raked her back with my nails.
"Do it again, Jarla. Rake me deep." I sank my nails into her skin. She had brought a whip to the bed. "Whip me, Jarla. I desire it, for it will give you pleasure."
"Then you shall lash me," I purred as I struck her bottom flesh.
Slavery had become total. This girl under my whip and I were desirous of each other, and our future would be happy.
We had fallen in love.
Part Three
Alexandria
The months were pleasant in slavery at Qena. It has been said that slavery is total freedom, and we found it so. Pain had become pleasure, nakedness natural, and degradation non-existent. Slavery was no longer the bondage of providing pleasure to others, but to oneself. What greater privilege can a female obtain than to produce pleasure to others and to herself?
It was impossible to remember when we had been free, or when we had worn riks. Could it have ever been that we were not bound or chained? I could not remember such things if it had existed. To walk without ankle chains? It could not have been so. To have one's arms free and swinging instead of pleasantly tied behind? It seemed impractical. To be without the lovely rings in nose, nipples and cli? How could a female be a female without them? To not feel the caress of the whip each day? Likened to be denied food or water. To remember the feel of blushing in shame? What is shame and what is a blush? To not be slaves? Unthinkable.
Each day was Allah's blessing. What greater life than to serve our mistresses and to provide them with whatever joys our bodies could offer. A female should reach orgasm each day to keep her young and beautiful, and we saw that Kelea and Bamba were well-serviced in their beds at night. On many nights we too serviced Teten and Raul to their fulfillment, for boys should be relieved of their building arousements. It was pleasant and satisfying to have the means to satisfy both male and female with our bodies and it gave us much delight.
The whip was part of each day and we needed not commandment, for we ourselves brought the kebesh to Kelea and Bamba at a time when we felt that they would enjoy it the most. Upon other times our mistresses would find us standing under the whipping bar with our hands upraised to be chained. It pleased them much to see our eagerness. It took much whipping now to wrench the cries from our mouths, which was not good, so we began our moans in short time though we were just acting. A whipped female without cries is not exciting, and we sought to provide our mistresses with full pleasure. They knew we but gave forth false yowls, yet a slave will do so to arouse her whipper. When our cries became real it became obvious.
Alita and I found much love in each other's arms, the same as any pair of slave-girls. Our relationship, though not forgotten, was totally unimportant. We were but two full-bodied females in bed and let nature have its way. We had as much right to be in love as any two females.
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My memory recalls that it was the season of the sand storms when the billows of brown anger blew from the west and raked Qena with its sting. L. these weeks the caravans did not go forth, and the slave market ran only to midday before the afternoon storms approached.
When these weeks of discomfort had passed there was much joy in Qena, and life returned t normal. We were driven to market often by Kelea or Bamba now, and unlike our first such time, we thrilled to run with our chariot, breast-bells ringing and tails swishing. We were proud that females could be put to such marvelous use, and our legs strode in perfect tandem.
It had been upon the return of one such trip that we were unharnessed in the garden, our bodies wet and glistening from the trip, but happiness radiating in our faces.
"Princess Nadia of Alexandria, my cousin, comes to Qena shortly," said Kelea. "She will lodge at my house in comfort and love. It is tradition to offer such a person one's most prized possession. If she likes you, I shall give you both to her."
Kelea's words stung like the sand from the west.
One does not serve under a mistress for a year without giving heart and soul to her. It is more than love, it is worship. Yet a slave knows not the future, nor has any part of shaping it. She may serve her slavery under one master or mistress, or she may be sold or given again and again like a gold coin in the market. It would not be truth to say that our hearts were not made heavy by Kelea's words, however. Underlying our sadness though, was a feeling of new excitement, for it would mean new experiences and a new home. Perhaps even some new punishments, hopefully.
Princess Nadia's entourage arrived at dusk within the week and a great feast was planned. We were much taken with the princess from Alexandria for she was an exceptional female. She was younger than Kelea and, if possible, more beautiful. Her gown was of red silk and her features that of feline appearance, for her nails were as long as a leopard and she moved with the grace of a cat as she walked.
Alita and I were honored to sit at the table with Nadia and our mistress and we found ourselves unable to keep our eyes from her. After all, she was to be our new mistress. Our disrespect was evident to Kelea.
"I wish to humbly offer my apologies for the disrespect of my slaves," said Kelea. "They look at you like untrained puppies, Nadia. Shall I whip them for their ill manners?"
"No, Kelea. They know you have offered them to me and they are naturally curious. I find their glances appealing. They are indeed a treasure as you spoke upon my arrival. Even in Alexandria I have not seen such a mother and daughter in slavery. I accept your gift with pleasure. Have them stand before me so that my eyes can drink o their beauty."
It was not necessary to be commanded, for we rose from the table and paraded ourselves before Nadia.
"They are lovely, Kelea. I have heard of the beautiful nipples of the females in your land, and I perceive that it is so. They will create a sensation in Alexandria, I expect. We too ring our slaves in the nose and nipples, but also in the cun lips. You have ringed them in the cli, which I find most appealing, and perhaps this should be considered in my city. I shall add cun rings to them when we return and they will then be complete. Their brands have aged nicely and it shall be no trouble to brand over the marks. They will join my cat-girls for a time, then I have special plans for them if they have behaved well. They will become my personal houtas, free of chains and punishment, for there is trouble to the east and those lands may need to be conquered. If this be Allah's will, I shall need a pair of trustworthy houtas to assist me in my rule and to bear the load of punishing the conquered when it pleases me. Are they trained to punish as well as be punished, Kelea?"
We were most honored by Nadia's words. To be a houta was a rare and most envied position for a slave, for we would be high above the other slaves in Nadia's palace and our limbs would be free of bondage. We knew not what she meant when she spoke of cat-girls, but considering her felineness it did not surprise us. Our joy was extreme.
Kelea, wishing to prove our training to Nadia, smiled at her princess cousin.
"Their slavery is complete, Nadia. Their relationship has been removed from their thoughts.
Jarla, torture Alita.
I chose the arm torture for the girl, for she had not as yet tasted that discomfort as I had done at the oasis long ago. The ceiling of the room provided a whipping hook for my purposes and it was an easy task to tie Alita's wrists behind her, then pull them upwards to the hook by chain. Her toes barely touched the tile floor.
She shook her hair in hurt, which pleased me.
"She will howl soon, my princess," I said. "Does she not please you in her bondage? Young ones are pleasant to torture. Perhaps fifty strokes of the kebesh across her fine bottom will bring even more pain to her shoulders."
"It arouses me that you find pleasure in punishing your own, slave," said Nadia. "I have not seen a girl hung thus for many years. Her hurt is evident. You shall not whip her, for her present punishment is adequate and causes another female to wetness. Service me with your tongue, slave, for I am much aroused by what you have done to your daughter."
"Allow me to make love to you on cushions beneath my daughter's eyes, my princess. It will cause her some jealousy and desire. May I humbly ask that we start when she begins to howl in pain. It will arouse us both all the more."
We indeed began when Alita cried out from her punished shoulders, and our activity was most intense. Nadia, from the north, showed that mistresses in her land did not only receive, but they gave as well. It was surprising, for in these lands, mistresses received only. It made Alexandria even more enchanting in my thoughts. Nadia was intoxicating in her lovemaking, for she gave with the fervor that she received, implemented even further by Alita's mewlings of hurt. The thought that I was coupling with a princess drove my emotions into a dream-like world. Yet, Nadia in heat became simply an aroused female like any other, proving that in truth she was a female first and a princess second. At once, I became very desirous and in love with my new mistress, for I was much impressed that she used her tongue with the same abandon as a young street girl, unmindful during such moments that she was royalty. I was aware, however, that Alita and I should never abuse this privilege outside of her bed. Once our coupling was over, we were again slaves in all respects. We would have to take great care not to forget our station.
When I released Alita she was weeping, and she licked my feet with enthusiasm. I had hurt her adequately it was proven, for her tongue trailed up my leg to my cun where she licked obediently in homage. Nadia was impressed.
"You both please me," she spoke. "You have learned to accept punishment well under Kelea, and to receive pleasure in turn from hurting others. It is good, for soon you shall have your days filled with the delights that captive Christian girls can provide. They are a problem in our land and must be dealt with. From this day on, you shall punish more than being punished yourselves."
Alita and I drank in her words with pleasure and excitement.
Within two days the caravan struck eastward past the mounds of Xez and through the ravines of Cur towards the valley of the Great River. Now the land became less arid with occasional brush and grasses, and villages became more plentiful.
It took five days to reach the fertile plains of the Great River, and it was near dusk when my eyes fell upon the water for the first time. I had not seen a river and the immensity of it was incredible to behold. Our caravan stopped near the banks to water the animals and Alita and I stared in amazement at the river which was a full kan in width. We bathed happily in the fresh water, joined by Nadia who revealed her lovely body to us. We were taken by this beautiful princess once again, for she was wont to forget her station in times of play and love. How different she was from most mistresses in the desert lands who kept themselves aloof from their slave-girls. In Qena, Nadia had made love to me, both receiving and giving, which in itself was rare. Now she splashed and laughed in the water with Alita and I as if she were just another slave, kissing and playing with breasts in great joy. We were falling in love with our new mistress who thought of herself as a female before royalty. It was a most rare and magnificent trait for a mistress.
Our bathing over, we dried Nadia with cloths and brushed her hair with love. The caravan was to spend the night here by the river.
"I am refreshed by our bathing," she spoke. "Our journey to Alexandria will be one of ten days, and we shall follow the Great River. We have left the sand behind and we will play our water games each evening. It will be pleasant. Perhaps you should be whipped now, for it has been long since your last from Kelea. Do you agree, Jarla?"
Once again I was surprised by our new mistress even discussing such a thing with us, and posing a question to me. She would take some getting used to, and the rarity of her punishments would be cause for carefulness. Females tend to complacency when so spoiled. It may well be that we would have to ask to be punished to keep ourselves reminded as to what we were.
"A whipping is required, I am most sure, my princess," I replied. "It has been far too long since we have howled. Whip us well, and then we will prepare the evening meal for you."
Nadia tied us both to the trunk of a tree and began to lash us with her kebesh. I had feared that because of her unusual ways, our whipping might be less than strict. I found, happily, that one should not mistake a mistress' playfulness and warmth for timidness. Her kebesh sang loudly among the trees and burned our backs with great force. Within a short time our buttocks blazed with fire and our moans did not have to be falsified. Nadia knew well the art of whipping females, and my respect and love for her grew even more. Such a whipping as just delivered would keep Alita and I in our places, if given every day or two. We would have to remind her, or possibly become playfully disobedient to earn one at regular intervals.
Even as my daughter and I prepared the meal, our hands often rubbed our rumps, for the stinging was great there. The whipping had been needed, and it had been adequate. Nadia needed to whip us just a bit longer to produce the orgasm, but we would suggest it to her in Alexandria. For now, our eyes at the campfire followed her cat-like moves with desire and respect from our first whipping. We watched our mistress eat with adoration, and when she had finished I grasped Alita's breast and put its nipple into Nadia's mouth.
"Drink of the milk of a girl ten years and four, my mistress," I said. "You shall find it refreshing after your meal."
I watched in love of both Alita and Nadia as the princess sucked the surging milk into her stomach. Alita played with Nadia's raven hair as she was nursed.
Alita put my nipple into Nadia's mouth and squeezed my milk into her throat.
"Taste now the milk of woman, my princess," said Alita. "It is rich and warm."
As Nadia nursed me, Alita's fingers played with my cun to arouse me further. I laughed in pleasure and put my own hand upon Alita's cun. Nadia was purring like a cat as she drank and her gown slipped from her ivory shoulders. Her nipples were erect in excitement.
"Let us retire to the tent to love," said Nadia. "I am much aroused for never have I nursed such nipples as these."
"Yes, mistress," said Alita. "We desire to show our love for you. Let us go to the tent where first we will excite you further as you watch mother and daughter couple in love, for indeed, this girl and this woman are much in love."
Nadia could not conceal her moan of joy at what she was about to see.
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The caravan began again at dawn, moving northwards up the valley of the Great River, through trees and grasses which seemed strange to us. Alita and I traveled in a rear coach, while Nadia rode in the first. She had delighted much in our milk the previous evening, and to please her, Alita and I filled a water bag with milk to furnish her drink during the long day. My daughter and I had awakened in happiness from our delightful night in the tent with Nadia, and with each other as well. The taste of Nadia and Alita was still upon my lips as I awakened Alita with a kiss on her sweet mouth. We had prepared tea for our still sleeping mistress, at the fire, then filled her water bag with milk. We used a large bowl to gather it, hanging our breasts over it, and milking each other's breasts with our hands at the same time. We played like children in our happiness, pulling each other's breasts in unison so that four streams of milk emptied into the bowl. When the bowl was full we emptied it into the camel-skin bag. Nadia would enjoy the mixture of girl-milk and woman-milk during the day.
My eyes were amazed at the many sights which we saw along the fertile valley. I had been accustomed to desert wastes all of my years, and the rich fields and soils amazed me. The caravan moved from village to village along a well-traveled road and it was strange to see so many people. The desert was a place of silence and loneliness, but here the day was filled with passing carts and people. Once we passed a rise in the land and far off to the west I saw a mighty structure rising from the earth. It was beyond imagination. I had heard of the great pyramids in this land, but believed them to be myths. Now I knew that they were true.
Nadia had given us riks to wear since Qena, again showing her kindness, and it seemed most odd to ride in the coach without rope or chain. It was an unusual slavery. Yet Nadia had cautioned us to wear our rings, except when nursing, at all times. The rings would be our mark of slavery and they would remain always in our nose, nipples and cli. She would add cun rings in Alexandria. Even with the removal of rings, the brands upon our breasts told our station and thus it was proper to brand slaves. A runaway slave-girl could remove her rings but not her brands. So, despite our lack of chains, people along our journey knew us as slaves from our rings and brands, and we were proud to be so identified. How different our present joy at being slaves than the early days of the degrading slave-market in Qena and the chariot-girl humiliation. How we had nearly died in shame. It seemed so long ago.
The life of females along the Great River was the same as in the desert. There were no slaves which raided here, for the population was too dense and the opposition too strong. Much better for slavers to raid the desert villages such as Dahkli and others. Females such as Alita and I were plentiful there and little opposition could be mounted against capture. Yet here in the valley of the Great River each sizable village had its slave market, for it is proper that girls and women should be for sale in every land. I had been told that in the unknown lands across the great sea, beyond the place of the Romans, there lay a continent where females were not sold. How sad such a place must be. I would not wish to live there. I had heard too that this land became cold and that many females had golden hair. Kelea had told me that she had once seen a golden-haired girl on the slave blocks at Kawya on the great sea. The girl had fought her chains and needed to be whipped terribly. Her price had been amazing. I believe I would like to make love with a golden-haired girl, or own one as a slave.
Here, along the valley course, men and women became married it seemed, and the wives were well punished. Thus the act of marriage did not prevent females from providing what they were born to accept. The change from the desert lands to these more populated and civilized areas did not change the delight and desire to punish females at will. It pleased me to find it so, for in the villages many women and girls in their colorful riks bore whip marks upon their backs.
In one village we passed a girl being whipped by her husband at a post in the street. The sound of the kebesh upon her bottom, and her shrill cries, aroused both Alita and I for it had been long since we had enjoyed the sight of seeing a girl whipped, other than each other. The sudden stimulation during the tiresome journey in the coach was pleasant, and we decided to kiss each other upon the mouth for several kans, and nurse some milk. It was a pleasant diversion from the hot dusty travel.
Many wives were punished by being put into babas in front of the village people, and we saw many of the cages along the way holding their naked and shamed females. How right it was that females should be whipped and punished in public for others to enjoy.
We stayed the third night in the valley at Elexor and were told by Nadia that the village celebrated now its harvest of date and maize. Indeed we found the streets filled with celebration and spectacle, a sight I had not before gazed upon, and we were much excited by the activity. After making camp near the riverbank, our mistress led us into the happy throngs to enjoy the festival and we were as children in our exuberance. Singing and dancing filled the air and the street stalls were filled with wine and fresh fruits, while naked dancing girls performed upon platforms to the delight mainly of young boys and girls in their early awareness. There were magicians and wizards, as well as tumblers and acrobats.
As it became dark the festivities turned to more erotic things, for Nadia had told us that, during the festival, pretty wives and girls were allowed to be taken at random from the crowds by festival officials and used in many ways to provide entertainment. Thus, at this later hour, most of the girl-children were taken home to avoid being taken but, Nadia stated, any girl over ten and five years, and all wives, were expected to stay and continue the celebration. Nadia told us that any female who left the streets to avoid the possibility of being chosen would be severely scorned and belittled by her friends for a year, and would disgrace her family. Few, if any, ever left the festival, for like desert females in capture these women accepted such things. Nadia's royal marks upon her gown would prevent her from such things and we, as her slaves, would also be overlooked.
Thus as the night proceeded we drank much wine, and often heard the squeal of a female from some distant crowd as she was dragged away from her husband to be part of some activity. Often we saw a young woman, stripped naked and bound, being led to some fate through cheering and happy onlookers. It was most exciting.
We followed one such girl, and the excited people, to the now empty slave block and saw her bound to the girl-post, struggling against her ropes. The young wife shook her head in protest as the shamand pierced her nipples and rings were inserted to the cheers of approval from all sides. Nadia explained that the humiliated girl would be sold as a slave to the highest bidder, and would serve by custom for one week. Three girls or young women would be so sold this night, and their husbands would have a lonely week indeed. For Alita and I, the girl's emotions and struggles were exciting for we recalled the shame of the block, and the strange feel of the rings at first.
Upon another street we witnessed a woman taken and strung up by her thumbs to the delight of the milling throngs. Rings were also put in her nipples, but this one blushed not. A look of arousement filled her face, and we knew well the feeling of public punishment. Under her rik she would be wet.
We heard cheers and excitement from one place and went to see the cause. There we found that two girls had been chosen for a public luta contest. I had heard of such things in Dahkli, but had never witnessed, and Alita and I were pleased that the opportunity had arisen. The two wives were not bound, but leaned by their hands against a wall while two stout men used the luta on their buttocks. The stiff camel-tails were applied with strong force, and brought howls of hurt from the two contestants.
The strength of the blows brought their feet from the ground and left thick marks on their rounded cheeks. The crowd cheered and much betting of coins took place among them, for the girl to first fall or move from her position would be the loser. The punishment would stop at any time one girl chose, but such is the pride and self-respect of females that neither would disgrace herself before friends. Each would try to win the contest, for to do so would win great respect. Nadia told us that such contests often went on for an hour or more as each girl refused to concede to the other. The luta would leave marks for months.
Still later, some females were taken from the crowds and bound over a camel rail to be used for public sex. In such a position the female could be entered in her cun or anus or mouth at will. We saw one such female accepting one man after another before the cheering people, and heard her cries of orgasm. She would most likely be made to serve for hours, while her humiliated husband could but watch the rape or leave out of sympathy.
We were much excited and pleased to have been at the festival. Much too soon however, my youthful daughter became aroused and she licked my ear suddenly in the street. Her meaning was clear, and our suggestion to our mistress was well received.
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Alexandria was magnificent. Never had I seen such buildings, or a city of such size. White walls were everywhere, surrounding great houses and gardens. The palace of Princess Nadia stood in the center of the city, a majestic structure of white stone, and Alita and I were much impressed with our new home.
The journey had been tiring, and for two days we were allowed to repose in the slave quarters, resting and bathing in the pool. There were four other slave girls in the quarters and they were friendly and playful, bathing us after our long trek, and showing us about the pools and gardens. They bore many more rings than we and their breasts branded with a beautiful flourished N. I liked the other slaves at once, and was reminded once again of the warm and lovely friendship between slave females. Slaves cared for one another in ways which were rare to other females. It was, of course, the sharing. Upon our arrival, they asked not our names or history, but quickly bathed and soothed us from our hot and weary journey, and saw that we slept without interruption. In the morning they played with us in the pool, fed us milk from well-filled breasts, and brushed our hair. They asked not questions, for the past did not matter. We were sister slaves to them now and they loved us, and we them. Alita and I were happy, for now there were other slaves to talk with and love. One of the four was but Alita's age, the other three past twenty years. My daughter took at once to the girl-woman which was natural, for she had not shared slavery with another young one. She also missed Bamba very much.
On the second afternoon the young one was taken away to be whipped, either for punishment or pleasure, and she returned weeping, with well-streaked skin. The others did not ask about her whipping or its purpose, but at once put her upon a bed and soothed her lash marks with lotion first, then with licking tongues. Every mark was licked tenderly, and I was proud that Alita joined in to help soothe her. The girl was joyous that a newly arrived girl would care for her so, and put her arms around Alita and kissed her. Yet any slave girl would have done so for another.
We told the others that we were mother and daughter slaves, and they squealed in appreciation and respect. We stood high in their eyes. We told them too that Nadia would in time make us houtas after serving as cat-girls first. Upon hearing this, the others kissed and hugged us in joy for our good fortune. Cat-girls, we were told, were the most beautiful of females, and houtas were the highest station a slave could attain without being set free. The girls were wonderful in their happiness for us. They showed no envy or jealousy, but only wished us well. Slave-females are most remarkable. As evening fell we desired to join them in love, for we were rested now. I told the others that Alita and I made love together often, but they were not surprised. They thought it beautiful.
Alita and her young friend sat apart, holding each other and making loving eyes, so we left them to themselves and coupled in another room. Later, the two young ones joined us, their faces flushed with love and passion, and Alita threw herself upon me with haste. How magnificent was my daughter, for she knew that I missed her very much when she was with the other girl, and she wished to show me that our love was still the most important to her.
We had not seen Nadia since our arrival nor had we been in the palace, thus we were glad when she came to the slave quarters on the third day.
"Prepare the branding iron for your two new sisters," she commanded the others. "Tie them to your posts, and inform me when the irons are hot."
The others bound our hands to post-tops with chain and began to prepare the brazier. It was good to feel the chains upon us, for we had been unbound for much too long. The others happily went about their preparation, lighting the coals and swishing fans over them to make them glow. Alita and I had not been hurt or punished for a very long time, and we missed the tingle of anticipation that it brings. Alita's young friend showed us the brand when it was red, and our nipples erected in emotion. Nadia was sent for, and returned soon.
Kelea's brands were now only a dark brown upon our skin, and the re-branding would be easy. It is said {.hat a girl should not be re-branded for half a year, and that time had passed. Many females were re-branded many times in their lives, and this was to be only our second. We were yet babies when it came to branding.
Princess Nadia placed her TV over the K on Alita's breast, and my daughter screamed shrilly. It had been long since she uttered such a scream, and it was proper that she felt such hurt again. The wisps of smoke curled from her second breast as it was marked. She looked down upon her emblazoned breasts which still emitted tendrils of smoke, tears welling in her eyes, and smiled at the other slaves who watched, much aroused.
I hissed like an adder, then yowled like a wolf as I felt the iron kiss my breasts. Nadia had branded us beautifully. No trace of the K was visible.
"Do you enjoy your new brands?" asked our mistress.
"You branded our breasts perfectly, mistress," I replied. "We humbly thank you for your love."
"We are proud to bear your name, mistress," said Alita.
"It is well," smiled Nadia. "Come to me in the palace on the morrow. You shall live there and serve one month as cat-girls. Then you shall be my houtas."
The other slaves released us and put us upon the bed to administer to our brands. The soothing balm they applied was lovely.
"You receive your brands like true females," one slave said. "It could not help but arouse us as we watched. I fear the young one here is greatly wet from the branding of her new friend. Tomorrow you shall leave us for life within the palace, and we shall miss you. We would be pleased to love with you once again, now, but we know you ache from the branding so we will not do so."
"The brands are as nothing," I said. "We will give our love gladly now, and our passions shall diminish our hurt. Come, fall beside us here now."
The next day we were summoned to the palace, and our eyes marveled at the grandness of the rooms and halls. We were taken directly to Nadia's chamber.
Our mistress reposed upon pillows wearing a silken rik, her breasts bare and rouged.
"Lie upon the pillows with me, and we shall kiss for a time," she smiled. "Then you shall have rings added when I am aroused. We shall do it together."
Nadia kissed well and warmly, and soon we were much in the mood for new rings.
"Your nipples are much too magnificent to hold just the single rings they bear," she spoke. "Such length should hold two. Come, Alita, take the shamand and pierce Jarla's left nipple, and I shall do the right."
I squirmed in pleasure as my mistress and my daughter put the shamand through my nipples, and my hands played with their hair as they bent over my breasts. The rings were inserted and I took pleasure at the sudden feel of the weight of two rings.
"Come, girl," I smiled. "Your turn to feel two rings in your young nipples."
Alita laughed and took my place upon the pillows. Nadia holed her left, and I her right, and it gave me wetness to pierce my daughter and see her accept the second rings.
"They are beautiful in the young one," mused our mistress. "She still has nipple left for another, for they are longer than yours, Jarla. Do you wish to carry three in each nipple, girl?"
"It is your happy decision, my mistress," smiled Alita. "My nipples belong to you, not to me. Do with them as you desire."
"The girl is becoming," said Nadia. "You should be proud to have such a daughter, Jarla."
"She is the light of my life, and the heavens and the stars," I said. "Allah was kind when He gave me Alita."
I had not heard of a female carrying three rings in each nipple, but I had seen some with two. Then again, few females bore such nipples as Alita. The third rings went in easily, and I marveled that the shamand had holed each nipple thrice in her young life and yet there was nipple-tip left for a fourth if need be. Never had I seen such a beautiful vision as my daughter's breasts presented. She was beyond beauty.
Nadia next pierced Alita's left cun lip for ring, and I her right, the soft wet flesh piercing like butter. Alita made not a cry or gasp, but her wetness became intense upon our laboring fingers. In turn, Nadia and Alita pierced my lips for rings, and I was unable to withhold an orgasm when my daughter holed me with a squeal of pleasure. In truth, my climax was warranted, for how rare must be in the world for a woman to have her child ring her cun.
Nadia left us for an hour so that we might walk about her room and take pleasure in the feel of our added rings. The new weight of the rings was erotic and the sight of them in each other was stimulating.
Perhaps a female who reads this script carries rings in her nose and nipples, and believes that she is properly ringed. But she is mistaken. I carried now a nose ring, two rings in each nipple, another in my cli, and one each in my cun lips. With eight rings, I offer that I have been properly adorned as a true female should be. Yet my daughter of but ten and four years carries ten rings, for she ha three in each nipple. Let then a female who bears but three rings consider herself less than a true female, for if a girl of young years bears ten with joy, a woman with less should feel incomplete.
Nadia was kind to allow us this time to receive the sensual arousement our many rings caused us, and such was the stimulation that Alita and I soon coupled in passion. Nadia returned soon and bade that we follow her to the cat-girl quarters to begin our service.
The room was very large where we were taken, and of exquisite beauty. A fountain burbled in the center of the floor and fresh roses grew in the windows. But it was not the grandeur of the room which stunned my senses with beauty. Indeed, it was the dozen beautiful creatures in the sight of my eyes. None wore rings of any kind, but through their nose-ring hole they wore long panther whiskers tied in a pack of perhaps eight or ten, and fastened on each side of the septum hole by thread to keep them in place. Their fingernails were long and sharp as daggers, and their cuns were bare of hair. From between their bottom cheeks they wore long black panther tails, obviously inserted deep into their rectums such as the horse tails we had worn as chariot girls in Qena. In all truth, they were cats, and incredibly beautiful. Some were but girl-children, others girl-women, others full women. I found myself speechless in admiration.
"I perceive your excitement," Nadia smiled. "You also shall be cats for one month, for I adore such creatures. In truth, what is more feline than a female? Are not they beautiful? I shall leave you with them now, and they shall turn you into cats within a few minutes. You will love them, and they you, but if you anger them, or they acquire jealousy over you, they will fight and scratch. You will not speak while serving as cat-girls. If you are happy or desirous of something, you will purr. If you are angry or hurt you will hiss or snarl. If you utter a word, your tongue will be cut out by me. You will have joy as cat-girls, for they love with enthusiasm like jungle cats, and they play their whip games each evening. You will be whipped much, but will have your turn to wield the lash as well, for each cat has her turn to yowl under the kebesh. Your food will be brought to you each day in dishes and you will eat it from the floor without hands. Your water is from the fountain, and your milk is from nipples as intended. Occasionally I call upon my cat-girls to pleasure me in bed, thus it shall not be a month before you see me again. You will find yourselves thinking, walking and acting like cats within a week. You will find anger and jealousies, and joy and arousement. You, and all of these cat-girls, will be houtas if they serve well this punishment, for it is a test of dedication to me."
Nadia left, and the cat-girls gathered around us, all purring in unison. It was strange to hear, yet arousing, and I became wet. We resisted not as they lay us upon pillows on our backs. Sharp-nailed fingers removed all of our rings, then began to pluck the fur from our cuns while hands held us down at wrists and ankles. Alita's cries of hurt came before mine, and I turned to watch the long black tufts of hair being pulled from her sex. The hurt was great and I was unable to prevent my moans. The cat-girls purred in pleasure as our tufts were pulled out, and within minutes my daughter and I bore the bare cuns of girl-children. The stiff, panther-whiskers were forced through our nose-ring hole and felt most strange. Finally, we turned over, and I felt many hands spreading my cheeks apart. The panther-tail insertion brought gasps from both of us, for a female never becomes accustomed to violation of her anus. The tail was pushed deeper than I thought possible, then given a further twist. I bared my teeth and purred. The cat-girls withdrew the tails and showed us, with their fingers around the tail, how much of it had entered our bodies. I purred in arousement, for I had not believed it possible to accept such a distance, and Alita had accepted as much as I. The cat-girls smiled and purred at our disbelief, and brought before us the youngest of them, a girl-child of perhaps ten. Her tail was removed and it was shown to us that the girl took even more than we. It was impossible, yet I knew that with time a female's anus could acclimate. I watched the tail put back into the girl as she purred, and the sight of the girl-child accepting it brought me to climax. Our tails were replaced within us, and Alita orgasmed upon her pillows. The cat-girls purred loudly when they saw my daughter's liquid pour from her cun.
The following days were most incredible. We began to move like cats, and we found the use of purrs very arousing sexually. The days seemed to be filled with a constant aura of sexuality, and my stimulation kept at a peak. Never had I been so aware of the intense eroticism that females can provide other females. The whiskers, the beautiful tails, and the steady purring kept me in constant sexual awareness. The lovemaking of the cat-girls was jungle-like in intensity and their eyes flashed fire.
Even the youngest of them loved like lionesses. Yet at times, they spat and scratched at each other in anger or jealousy over another girl, or food. Often, two would spit and fight over milk, both desiring the same nipple at once. Within a week, we also began to perceive a change in ourselves, and were quick to snarl or scratch over minor frustrations. By now, we bore scratch marks upon our faces and breasts, yet we had sunk our nails into others as well. The cat-girls fought most often over the youngest girls, each wanting to couple with the girl-children. On several nights there were terrible fights, with two girls tearing, scratching and biting each other to blood letting. Their snarls and screams were most wild, yet most arousing.
Each evening, one girl would be chosen simply at random, and suddenly held down by the others while she was lashed terribly. Even the youngest of them suffered their turns, and of course, Alita and I felt the whip often. Yet the whipping was well worth the hurt, for in turn, it was arousing to swing the whip ourselves.
Despite the occasional fights and spats, the days were gloriously sensual. It aroused me that women and girl-children alike were without cun-hair to hide the pretty lips. As such, age became meaningless it seemed, for since we were all without fur, and all carried full breasts, except for the two youngest, we just all were girls.
During the third week, Alita and I were called to Nadia's bed for love, and we were very excited to see her sprawled nakedly awaiting us.
"Fight over me," she commanded. "The winner shall have me for the night, while the loser shall hang by her toes until morning and grieve in desire and jealousy."
The reader of these words must know that until our slavery began, I, as Alita's mother, would allow her to win such a fight without hesitation. Yet by now, the reader must know that slavery changes such things. This girl who I would face was only slightly my daughter. She was a slave such as I, and no longer sheltered herself under my wing. Can the reader understand that our relationship was now the same as any other two slaves?
Alita snarled at me as we went to the center of the room.
I will tear you, girl, I thought to myself, for we could not speak.
We hurled ourselves at each other and the room echoed with snarls and hisses. Our nails raked breasts and backs, and hair was torn from our heads as we fought like jungle cats. My years were too great for the girl, and I was pleased to see that she weakened, allowing me to hurt her even more. I drew much blood from her, and made her cry many tears. I beat her terribly upon the face and breasts and soon she whimpered and licked my toes in surrender. I was pleased, and helped my mistress to hang her from her two large toes to ceiling rings over our bed. Her head hung only inches from our coupling bodies and she hissed in jealousy as she watched us kiss and tongue each other. To torment her further I moistened my fingers with the wetness of Nadia's cun and let her lick them. Alita screeched in desire, her appetite whetted by the taste of female. Nadia and I thrust our loins to within an inch of Alita's thrusting tongue, but allowed her not the taste, and the girl wept in frustration and desire. We made love with fever below the hanging girl, and heard her climax from what she saw. We cared not about the girl.
The month of cat-girl service was magnificent, and all too short. Alita and I performed well as cats, and were sorry to see the weeks end. Yet we were anxious to serve as Nadia's houtas, for such a position was one of honor, and one which few slaves achieved. We were taken from the cat-quarters and returned to Nadia's chambers. We were most glad to see our lovely mistress again, and to be with her constantly. Our whiskers and tail were no longer with us, and strangely, it felt odd without them. A female becomes accustomed to what she is given, and it is missed when taken away. I missed especially the sensual feel of the tail within my rectum for it felt most unusual to have nothing within my body. Yet, we were able to now replace our rings, and we took great pleasure from them, for it is sensual to have a constant reminder at one's most sensitive parts.
Nadia would accompany her soldiers soon on a quest against the Christians to the east, a source of irritation to our princess. She has told us of the faith and stubbornness of the Christians, and of the strange females of those lands. Christian females did not couple with one another, nor with any man other than husband. They did not bare their breasts in dress, nor did they accept slavery willingly. Christian girls were not ringed or branded, nor did they suckle other females in pleasure, using their milk only for infants. I found it hard to accept Nadia's stories about these Christian females. Their lives must, in truth, be devoid of much pleasure. Yet Nadia related that their faith was so strong that they broke not under torture, but accepted their fate as their destined lot. As Nadia's personal servants we would accompany her to the Sinai, and she had promised us great pleasure at the expense of Christian captives.
We swam with our mistress in the great pool near the wall, and were happy to see the four slave girls we had quartered with. Nadia told us that we would leave for the east on the morrow, accompanied by many soldiers.
The Great River was crossed on boats, thence our forces turned inland by horse. It was here, in Sinai, that peoples of Nadia's nation quarreled with the strange Christian nomads who came from the storied lands near the end of the great sea. Many battles had been fought to drive these people back to their homelands, and they fought not well, succumbing easily to the lances and swords of Nadia's forces. Yet, they persisted to remain in Sinai despite the slaughter of the men and the ravishment of the women. The Christians believed in their fate, and capitulated rather than leave their settlements. I was most anxious to witness these strange people firsthand.
On the second day from the Great River we came upon the first of the Christian villages. Alita and I had ridden with Nadia at the rear of the column, and remained well back until the soldiers cleared the settlement of opposition. In truth, Nadia was told by her captain that few males of adult age remained, for earlier attacks had decimated them. It had been an easy victory, so much so that Nadia sent the bulk of her soldiers ahead to prepare for the major assault against the Christian city of Ravna. Nadia and but a dozen soldiers would remain here to punish the females as was customary, before moving to join the forces at Ravna. Alita and I were eager to share in the pleasures of punishment.
Nadia chose the largest of the village tents for her stay, and when we had bathed, our mistress sent for the leader of the village women. Shortly the soldiers brought in a comely woman of perhaps thirty years, her body most attractive even under her rough gown. Her arms and elbows had been tied well behind her.
"What is your name, woman?" asked Nadia.
"I am called Sarah," she spoke.
"You wear your bonds well, Sarah."
"I have not been bound before this moment," she said. "It feels odd."
"The ropes thrust your breasts nicely, Sarah. Why do you keep them covered?"
"Women's bodies are sacred. We do not bare them such as you, who are pagan in your ways."
Nadia's hand slapped across the woman's face, bringing blood from her nose. "You call us pagan? You, who do not know what females are for? You Christians waste the pleasures a female can provide. Before this day is spent, you shall become women here. Let us see what your bodice hides."
Nadia tore the woman's gown to her waist, baring her full breasts.
"Such beauties as those should be shared, Sarah," smiled Nadia, who fondled the breasts at length. The woman blushed, yet her nipples erected.
"You see, your nipples tell your pleasure at the hands of another female."
"In our faith, females do not touch other females," said Sarah. "It is not right that you should touch me so."
"By this night, you shall beg to bed with me, and with my two houtas as well. They are mother and daughter, and know the delights of pleasures which females can bring to one another. They love between themselves very often."
The woman blushed and gasped. "It cannot be so."
"Your village shall be punished, Sarah," spoke Nadia. "As their leader, you shall obey my commands if you do not wish yourselves killed. I shall have much pleasure upon this day. Have you felt the whip, Sarah?"
"No female here has been whipped. Such things are not done by my people."
"It is time that you learned what it means to be female," said Nadia. "Go now and gather the women and girl-children at that stout post I see. They shall watch you lashed."
"If it is your will, it must be ordained for me to be whipped," said Sarah.
"I have heard of the great faith of you Christians," smiled Nadia. "Let us see if the whip weakens it."
The girls and women, perhaps two dozen, stood near the post, while Sarah was bound bare to the waist.
"You, Jarla, and your daughter, shall whip her, for I am weary from the journey. Let her feel five times ten on those breasts which she feels should be covered. Perhaps she will learn what breasts are for.''
"You shall have the first ten, Alita," I said. "Aim well for the woman's nipples."
"Thank you, Jarla," smiled Alita, kissing my mouth. "I shall heat her breasts up for your turn."
Alita's whip swished and Sarah's breasts bounced under the lash. Sarah made no sound. It was indeed true that these strange females had much faith, for as we whipped her breasts, she moaned not. Yet there were many lashes to come.
The woman's nipples became swollen from the kiss of the kebesh, for our aim was good.
The woman's courage was a stimulating thing, for it became a contest between females. \ female can perceive the signs of surrender of another female under the lash, though she may not howl. Her eyes and her breaths tell her suffering. Such things now I perceived in Sarah as our lashes bit across her nipples.
"I grow wet, Jarla," said Alita. "It gives me pleasure to whip this female in this manner. I am young, but I revel in torturing others. I am pleased that we are houtas, for we shall gather much joy in the punishment of Christian women in days ahead."
"I moisten too, Alita, for it arouses me that she takes such lashes on her breasts without crying out. Yet, I believe that soon the other Christian females will hear her howl. Take the kebesh, and strike the nipples well."
At last, Sarah gasped aloud, her eyes filling with tears, then emitted a shrill cry as Alita laid the kebesh across her flesh again and again. Sarah was broken, and she howled nicely as the last of the count was given her. Nadia was pleased with our efforts.
"You see, Sarah?" taunted Nadia. "Breasts are useful. You might now, at this moment, wish that you had not nipples to suffer such punishment. Tell the girl-children who stand here before you, that you wish you had not been born with nipples."
"I cannot shame myself to say such a thing," said Sarah.
Nadia took the kebesh from me, and began again to lash the woman's breasts. Sarah hissed and squealed, and for the first time, slumped in her ropes in surrender.
"I regret having nipples, for they hurt so now," she spoke, in complete submission, to the girl-children. I was much aroused by her degradation.
"We shall retire to our tent, Sarah," said Nadia. "Come in an hour and I shall decide the next punishment. Bring a girl who carries milk, for I desire refreshment and my houtas desire rest."
Nadia untied Sarah, and the woman fell to her knees in hurt.
Sarah returned to the tent as commanded within the hour, bringing with her a young woman of some beauty.
"Bare your breasts woman, and feed us your milk," said Nadia.
The woman, fearing for her life, bared herself to the waist and offered her breast to Nadia's lips. Nadia drew firmly upon the squirting nipple, the woman gasping softly at the pleasant emotion it produced. I next, then Alita, drank the warm liquid, and it tasted excellent.
"Now you, Sarah," said Nadia. "Use her nipples as they were intended."
"I cannot perform such an act," responded Sarah.
"Either her nipples will feel your mouth upon them, or they will feel a knife," said Nadia angrily.
Sarah took a nipple within her lips and nursed softly.
"Nurse like a female should, Sarah," said Nadia, slashing the whip across the woman's back. "You nurse like an infant. Look at her nipple. It is erect. Cannot you understand that she receives pleasure from this thing?"
Sarah moaned in humiliation and attacked the nipple with strong suction. The young woman moaned in pleasure and threw back her head, her hands flailing wildly, then coming to rest in Sarah's hair. I smiled at Alita in recognition of the natural state of females. These Christian females were no different, they only thought they were. As proof, Sarah had not been told how long to nurse, yet she drew milk steadily without stopping or hesitating.
"Her breast is empty," said Sarah at last.
"Empty the other," ordered Nadia.
This time, Sarah needed no threat, and obeyed at once. I smiled as I saw Sarah's arms encircle the woman's waist as she nursed.
"Kiss her now, Sarah, and thank her for her milk," ordered Nadia. "It is the way of true females."
The kiss was not passionate, yet it was firm and true. The nursing woman was dismissed by Nadia. Sarah sat upon the tent floor, her face flushing in degradation. Nadia ripped the gown from her body.
"You Christians are hypocrites with your faith and your shyness. Look upon your own nipples, erect in pleasure from nursing your friend. Your females here need to be punished for denying themselves the pleasures of being woman. Go now, Sarah, and order every woman and girl-child to be naked while we occupy your settlement. After that is done, have each mother of virgin daughter hang her young one by the feet from posts so that my soldiers can enjoy the sight of them. I wish to see how many virgins you have in this poor place."
Much excited by the pleasures we were having, Nadia, Alita and I coupled within the tent for some time, while Sarah went forth to carry out her orders. We ventured finally from the tent, and saw each woman and girl naked as expected. Many were ashamed and turned from us. Five girl-children hung upside down from posts in the sand, and their mothers watched our approach with fear.
"You call yourselves women," taunted Nadia. "Yet here before me hang ripe young girls, not yet entered by man. Such a waste before Allah. These young ones have breasts and cun hair, and should have been spermed long before such things appeared on their bodies. Sarah, one of you who is your leader, shall give each woman who is the mother of these five, thirty lashes upon the buttocks in punishment for allowing their girl-children to reach such an age before sperming. Perform your strokes well, Sarah, for if they do not please me, the punishment shall be doubled."
Alita and I sat upon the grass to witness, for Nadia's ideas were greatly stimulating to us. The woman, Sarah, would find her femaleness despite her faith and beliefs. It was pleasing to see Sarah's helplessness as she tied the first of the five to the post.
Sarah's whip sang and streaked the bottom cheeks nicely. She hesitated not and lashed the woman thirty times, bringing delightful cries of hurt. I watched not the streaked bottom, for I had taken pleasure in that joy many times. Rather, I took delight in perceiving Sarah's emotions, for I wished to see the hand of nature overcome her. Indeed, as she bound the second woman to the post, the cords were much tighter upon the wrists, the lashes even harder. The sound of the kebesh, echoing among the tents, told that Sarah's lashes were firm. By the fourth, Sarah was wet from sweat, yet I knew that not all of it was from exertion. Now too, she varied her strokes, crisscrossing the streaks nicely as if wishing to find new ways to make her recipient howl. The last woman screamed beautifully under the kebesh and when the last lash had fallen Sarah yet whipped her more, for she had indeed lost count in her enthusiasm. Nadia finally stopped her blows, and Sarah hung her head in remorse for so obviously enjoying her task.
The five whipped women were made to kneel in a row while their daughters were unbound from the posts and ordered to lie upon the ground in front of them. Nadia chose five from her soldiers.
"You who call yourselves mothers, will now have the pleasure of watching them opened and spermed. It is time that they felt the lants of men; it should have been done much before this. You will prepare the lants of my soldiers with your mouths, so that they may sperm your daughters, and with your hands, you yourselves will put the lants within your daughters' bodies. Then you shall watch. If you hesitate, your daughters will be whipped terribly before your eyes."
The other Christian women and girls gasped and wailed at the meaning of Nadia's words. As for Alita and I, we rejoiced in the erotic cleverness of our beautiful mistress. Her subtle cruelty was most arousing.
The women sucked upon the lants, erecting them, then thrust them into the young cuns before them, drawing the expected blood of virginity.
The stalwart soldiers took the girls with enthusiasm before the watching women, and the young ones writhed and squealed in shame and hurt. Yet, in a short while, their moans were of a different nature, and when the first of them rent the air with her cry of orgasm, I no longer could contain my stimulation. I grasped Alita's hand and she quickly put her arm about me, knowing well that I was about to climax. When it came, my head fell upon Alita's shoulder and my thighs felt the warm emission. Alita trembled and joined me in Allah's house.
"Good. It has been done," said Nadia to the Christians. "These young ones are now females. There is yet one last punishment I desire. Let two women, and two girl-children come before Sarah, here upon the ground, and couple before her eyes. Quickly, or my knife will slit Sarah's tongue."
Two women and two girls obeyed, and made love fervently, woman with woman, girl with girl. The Christians had not seen such things, nor had the volunteers performed so with female. Yet, female love is natural, and the four quickly found the value of their tongues upon each other, bringing excellent orgasms.
The others were dismissed to return to their tents in shame, but Sarah was taken to our tent, her hands bound. Once inside, Nadia removed her bonds and spoke to her.
"Bring me the candle, Sarah. Let us see your faith as I burn your nipples with its flame," said Nadia.
Obediently, Sarah brought the candle and offered it, kneeling, to Nadia.
"Do you wish to be bound, or will you accept it like a woman?"
"My faith is strong, mighty princess," said Sarah in a weak voice. "Burn my nipples as you whipped them. I shall cry out, but my hands will stop your pleasure not. I shall keep them behind me."
Nadia passed the flame gently over one nipple.
Our princess smiled, and I anticipated yet another thought from her intelligent mind.
"It will be joyous to torture you, Sarah. Yet, perhaps you would prefer to please me in other ways." She let the flame lick briefly at a nipple.
Suddenly, Sarah's eyes wept tears.
"Please, princess Nadia.' Do not torture me. I wish to please you in other ways. It is not that you hurt my nipples with the flame. That I can bear. It is my faith and beliefs are shaken from what I have seen in this place."
"Tell me, Sarah, with true tongue, about these things," said Nadia, "and perhaps I will allow you to enjoy pleasure rather than pain."
Sarah's face flushed as she spoke.
"First it was your whip upon my breasts," she replied. "Never had I been hurt so greatly. Yet, in a strange way, I felt much a woman. Then you commanded nakedness of all females here, and I felt shame to receive pleasure from looking at their bodies. I watched the five women string up their naked daughters like killed deer, and I knew they would be raped, yet I somehow wished to witness it. When you placed the whip in my hands I believed that I could not punish my own women, yet as I whipped them, I became eager to do it well, and I began to receive pleasure. I could not stop whipping the last woman. Then I saw women and girls make love before me, and only I knew that I had wetness between my legs. I have succumbed to the sins and flesh of men, for I am aroused, and I desire to couple with you and with your lovely houtas. Never have I desired female, but I do so now. When this day is done, and I have committed this final act of shame, I shall ask my God to take me, for I shall walk into the desert to perish."
Nadia put aside her candle and held the pretty woman in her arms. For an hour, our mistress spoke softly and earnestly to the woman, telling her of the nature of women and girls, and that such things are natural within them. She told Sarah that pleasure is not sin, and that she would allow the Christian settlement to remain in peace if they turned to natural joys and delights to enrich their lives. She told Sarah of the pleasures that the few remaining boys and men could provide all of the females, and suggested that each woman, and each girl-child of ten years and older, be coupled with male upon each and every week. She said also, that the women and girls who were not with male upon any night, bed with each other. Nadia told of the benefits of the whip, and suggested that each woman be given twenty lashes each week, each girl, ten. A disobedient woman or girl should be nose and nipple-ringed and made to serve as slave for a week or month. I was greatly taken with Nadia's beautiful words. So too was Sarah.
"Your words arouse me, Nadia. I see the ways of females now. These things shall be done here, I promise you," said Sarah. "We shall still serve our God, but we shall be females as well. All of your suggestions will be carried out, and I will order too that those with milk shall share it with all of us, not just with babes, for in truth, I delighted much in nursing Ramona on this day. Now, I am much stimulated thinking about these things to be and I desire to find out how it feels to love a female. I will couple now with the three of you, but I am ashamed to admit I do not know how."
"Pretty female," smiled Nadia, "do not worry, for nature will show you how. Begin by putting your arms around us and kissing us upon the mouth. You will feel a tingling in your loins, and you will know what to do next, as did those who coupled before you but an hour ago."
Sarah's breaths came heavy. "Burn my nipple once again, Nadia."
Nadia held the flame to an erect breast-tip, and Sarah hissed.
"The other, now," said Sarah. Nadia obliged her. Sarah knocked the candle to the ground and flung her arms around our mistress. Her kiss was one of passion, and in turn, we also received her lips against ours in a manner which left us gasping.
Nature did have its way, and Sarah found many ways for her tongue and fingers to please us. When it was our turn to please her, the tent resounded with her screams.
I know not anything upon earth to equal a female. Sarah had become one.
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We left the next day for Ravna where Nadia's advance force of soldiers had already captured the Christian city, meeting small resistance. A week was spent there and, as Nadia had promised, each night was filled with the moans and screams of Christian women and girls. Alita and I looked eagerly to each evening when struggling females were brought to our tent for punishment and personal pleasure. My daughter and I found great delight now in the torturing of other females, and seldom an hour passed when the screams of a woman or girl under our punishment did not wrench a climax from our bodies.
Yet Nadia, and we too, grew tired of the bleak lands of the Sinai, and the tent living. We yearned for the comforts of the palace in Alexandria, and upon the eighth day at Ravna, Nadia gave the orders to return.
It was exquisite to once again be in the palace, instead of on horses and in tents. Despite the delights of the Christian females, such far-flung ventures were tiring and it was magnificent to be home once again. We were pleased to see the friendly slave-girls again, and most joyous to have the cat-girls about. They had purred loudly on the day we returned and Nadia had given each a hug and kiss, for she too was most glad to be home. How lovely it was to be able to spend the days in the pool by the wall, rather than in dusty tents. It was pleasant also to feel again our rings, for we had not worn them upon the journey into Sinai. Nadia had laughed when she saw us insert them immediately upon our return, and later, in the pool, she spoke with us about our happiness. "Never have I owned two slaves who have pleased me more than you," she spoke. "When first I saw mother and daughter couple together, I thought it a passing perversion which would soon grow old. Yet even now, after four months as my slaves, you love each other with the same intensity in your bed. It is a strange but delightful surprise to me."
"It should be no mystery, my princess," I smiled. "Look at this girl here beside us. Not yet ten years and five, yet she is much woman. Her breasts and nipples are greater than mine and her milk is delicious. She is warm to hold and to kiss, and her tongue is most expert in its love. Would not any female desire her?"
"And you, Alita?" asked Nadia. "Would you not * prefer a young one as yourself to love?"
"I delight in bedding with girl-children, my mistress. Yet I find such passion and maturity in this woman called Jarla that I desire her above all others.
"Do you enjoy your status as houtas?" she asked of us.
"Very much so, my mistress," I replied. "Within this year we were captured, ringed, and sold as slaves in public. We tasted the bite of the branding iron and we learned life under the whip. Soon, as all females do, we grew to receive pleasure from punishment, and the kebesh wrenched orgasms from us. Quickly, we also received pleasure from witnessing other females punished, and in seeing each other hurt. Such things are arousing to us. Then you bestowed the honor of the houta upon us, and in Sinai allowed us to fill our cup of pleasure by having endless Christian females to torture. It pleased us, and gave us climax to torture them. Now, once again in Alexandria, we shall be allowed to whip your other slaves on your command. For this we offer our thanks, for you have made us total females, my princess. But a year from our capture, we are aroused by being punished ourselves, by witnessing punishment upon others, and by punishing others with our own hands. All three joys bring us to Allah in our loins. Yet, I fear you treat us too kindly as your houtas, for we have not felt chain or punishment in much too long a time. This part of being female should not be neglected."
"You have served me well and brought me much pleasure," said Nadia. "You have earned the granting of your wishes. You will wear ankle and wrist chains from this day, and I shall whip you thrice a week. Denying this to you has been like denying you food and water. As a princess, I have not felt the whip upon my skin, nor bonds upon my limbs, and I realize not that such punishments are desired by females. I shall whip you now, here, in front of the others by the pool."
Nadia was much woman to perceive our needs. It was exciting to feel the lashes of the kebesh upon our bodies at the pool, and arousing to be whipped before the other slaves. It gave me pleasure to perceive the look of stimulation upon their faces as we were lashed. It had been long since we had been whipped and Nadia brought cries from our throats very early, as if we were little girl-children. It had been much too long since the whip brought milk spouting from our nipples as well. A female should not be spoiled by emitting her milk only into mouths of lovers, for she needs the milk whipped from her at times also. I was glad that we would be whipped often once' again.
Later, Nadia chained us as she promised, and it was good to feel the shackles once again, and to take the short steps of hobbled female. When dark, we lay upon Nadia's bed, feeling very much female, and made love to each other. How much more exciting it is for two chained females to make love, than when they are unfettered. The noise of the chains adds much to the movements and the coupling, and we tongued both orifices in eagerness.
Nadia came to us later and found us in a glorious mood of happiness.
She laughed in joy at seeing our radiant faces.
"Indeed it is true that your whipping and chaining have brought delight to your faces. You shine like little girls, and your chins are wet with the liquid of each other. I shall continue to feed you the whip for it appears that you require it as you do air to breathe."
Nadia slipped from her gown, and her nakedness was appealing. Alita and I indeed were playful like girl-children, and when our mistress stepped from the gown, we purred like the cat-girls.
"You play girl-games once again," said Nadia. "It has been long since you have done so, and it pleases me and makes me happy. I have brought a shamand, for you both can hold another ring in your nipples. Would that please you?"
Much playful and happy, we purred very loudly, and threw our arms around Nadia. Nadia laughed.
"It takes little to make you purr. Come girl, let us see how four rings look in your nipples. Sit upon my lap and I will pierce the ends of your nipples and let you feel another ring."
Alita bounced upon Nadia's thighs and watched as our mistress pushed the shamand through the ends of her nipples and inserted the rings. Alita squealed in joy as she saw the weight of the fourth rings bend her nipples downwards. She kissed Nadia upon the mouth while purring deep in her throat like a kitten.
"My cun lips have much room for more rings, mistress," said Alita hopefully.
Nadia laughed and pushed my daughter from her lap, spanking her bottom with a hard slap.
"Jarla, I fear this girl of yours has no limits indeed," she smiled. "She carries four rings in each nipple, one in her pretty nose, one in her cli, and one in each sex-lip, and the girl desires more. Allah himself would be amazed. Never have I seen such a pair as you two. Come, your turn."
As Nadia put the third ring in my nipples I played with her hair, and I also purred in happiness. Alita sat beside me and I became moist as I saw the rings in her flesh. Never had I seen woman or girl with so many rings. She bore now a dozen, and I ten. We put our arms around each other and kissed, for we both took joy in each other's pleasure.
"My princess," said Alita, "I fear my nipples now hold all the rings they are able with four, and Jarla's with three. Yet, perhaps a day in bondage with the fens will stretch them nicely, then we can have more rings."
The girl was a delight, and the three of us began to laugh and tussle upon the bed in joy. The loving was magnificent.
The candles flickered in the room, and the smell of night jasmine from the gardens filled our nostrils. The three of us lay in each other's arms, spent but happy. Nadia was most silent.
"Does something trouble you, mistress?" I asked. "Did not our tongues please you?"
Nadia's fingernail traced over Alita's whip stripes for many moments, then upon her breast brands. Finally, she put her finger through Alita's nipple rings and tugged softly, deep in her thoughts.
"I was born a princess, a dream perhaps of every female," she spoke. "I have riches and lands and pretty slaves. I have cat-girls with nice tongues, and I have you both as houtas. Never in my life could I dream of having a beautiful mother and daughter serve me. The night I watched you make love with each other for the first time I could not sleep, so aroused was I. I have drawn much pleasure since I was but a girl from whipping girls and women, and branding them. When I tire of Alexandria I venture forth into the Sinai with my command and find Christian females to torture. Yet, in truth, I am not a true female, for I envy the females I punish. I see desire and passion in their eyes. I see you two here before me and your eyes are happier than mine. Chains are fastened to your limbs. Twice you have had the branding irons put to your breasts. You bear a dozen rings in your most intimate flesh. Your whip marks increase your beauty, and in your year of slavery you have felt a thousand lashes bring wetness to your cuns. Look upon this girl, Alita, who is but half my age, yet more of a woman than I. Rings fill her nipples, yet she asks for more. I have not felt even one ring. I am a prisoner of my fate. Allah has been kind, yet cruel, to me. Never have I felt the whip. I do not know its sting or its passion. Oh, but could I be a slave but for one day."
Nadia's words were sorrowful to my ears. I knew well her longing, for her position and royalty denied her the fulfillment of total femininity. I hugged her in compassion.
"You are a princess," I said. "Your desires should be fulfilled. We will make you female and feel the true pleasure of bondage. It should not be denied any female. Tomorrow you shall know our pleasure, then you shall be princess again, for it cannot be permanent."
Nadia moaned in desire at hearing my words.
"It will be enough. Just once, to know the pleasure. What will my bondage be, Jarla?"
"We will flog you naked, mistress, until your screams seem as if they belong to someone else in your ears. Then we will put a single ring in each nipple so that you feel the emotion of being slave."
"It excites me," said Nadia. "My gown will cover my whip marks until they heal, so that the other slaves will not know what it is we did."
"No, my mistress," I said. "To know the true emotion of slavery, you shall be whipped and ringed before your slave-girls, and your cat-girls as well. Then, when you feel true submission in your ropes, you shall be ready to fall to your knees an use your tongue upon us, in many places. It cannot be done in private, princess, but before your gasping slaves. For only then will you know the arousement in your cun, to suffer the pleasure of humiliation."
Nadia blushed. I had not seen her blush before.
"But ... I could not bear it with my slaves watching," she whispered.
"That is exactly why they should witness, my princess," said Alita. "Look between your legs at this moment. It glistens with moisture.
With a moan, Nadia fell back upon the blanket, her fingers working at her cun. We withdrew from the room so as to allow her her own thoughts this night.
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The four slave girls sat upon the grass holding hands, their faces flushed with excitement. The cat-girls sat behind them, purring steadily like sand blown by wind. It had been an hour that they so sat, enjoying the sight of their mistress before them.
We had tied Nadia between two posts, by her thumbs and toes, and had allowed her the emotion of being displayed before her slaves for such a length of time. A female should not be whipped at once, but should hang in her thoughts, anticipating the lash. I had seen many females climax in anticipation at the post, long before the first lash fell. Waiting is proper.
Even after this length of time, Nadia still blushed, for she knew the feel now of being erotically spread and open at her sex. Indeed, her cun fairly dripped in arousement.
"You shall whip her back," I said to Alita. "I hall stripe her bottom, and we shall share her front."
Alita's first lash left a brilliant stripe across the width of Nadia's back. So long had been Nadia's anticipation that the lash brought a scream from her throat, but as other lashes followed, she took them in silence. Twenty times the kebesh streaked her flesh before I took the whip from Alita. My lashes upon her bottom cheeks brought moans from our mistress, not altogether from the pain, but from the humiliation she felt. Within the mind of a female there is something intensely submissive that occurs when another female whips her buttocks. There were yet five lashes to give when Nadia had the first of her orgasms, and the wetness ran down her thighs. Yet still I placed the last five across her bouncing cheeks.
Alita's third breast-lash brought a howl from Nadia, and the following seven did likewise. I applied the kebesh even harder to her breasts,- for I pleasured in seeing a female's head fall back at each blow. Our lashes had swollen her nipples nicely by the time the twentieth had fallen.
It was enough to put only ten up into her cun, for it was her first whipping, and I feared that she may break her thumbs from the way she twisted wildly. When the tenth had fallen, she continued to jerk and twist. I knew well the movement from my own experience. Her scream of orgasm was shrill.
Nadia was not of this place and time so aroused was she. Her head lolled in ecstasy as she felt the shamand pierce her nipples and the silver rings put into place. When it was done, she stared down at her rings with glassy eyes for a moment, then her head fell upon one arm. I had seen this happen before, but not often. Her hips lurched and the wetness poured from her cun in a silent climax, her face not changing expression as if her cun was a thing which did not belong to her. The cat-girls hissed and purred in frenzy.
I untied Nadia, and she fell to the ground shaking her hair as most whipped females did. We stood beside her but said nothing, for it was important that she herself paid homage in her own way. A shiver went through my body as I felt Nadia's tongue lave at my toes. It was beyond a dream that a princess should touch me so. She rose upon her knees and her tongue felt like fire as it lanced into my cun. Her tongue had been there often, but with love upon her bed, never in submission before others. My climax flooded her mouth.
Behind me she knelt, and I became dizzy from emotion at what she was going to do. Her hands parted my cheeks, and her tongue entered me. My knees weakened and I all but fell at the realization of where a princess' tongue was laving. I heard not the gasps from the slaves and cat-girls.
My daughter received the same homage as I, and when Nadia's tongue paid its tribute between Alita's cheeks my cry of pleasure joined hers. At this moment, Alita was again very much my daughter, and I reveled that she came from my womb to experience such a moment in her life.
As for Nadia, she wept when she had finished, not from hurt nor from the homage she had performed before her slaves. She wept from knowing that this moment would not happen again.
It had been now a year, and half again, since our capture at Dahkli. Alita was now ten and five, even more a woman than when we had left our oasis. Slavery had meant much to us for it had brought us to the peak of life. Yet now we became restless on many days, and it was observed by Nadia in her wisdom. It was under the jasmine vines that she spoke to us.
"You grow restless," she smiled. "It is the nature of females. I have observed your anxiety for many weeks now. You have earned your right to freedom if that is what you desire."
"Beautiful mistress," I said, "never could a female have a better one than you. You have been our world, and you know that we love you above all others. Yet my daughter and I are still young, and the pangs of change fill our hearts. Would thou grant us return to our Dahkli? As females, Alita and I feel the urge to breed again. I have bred seven and she two, and it is time again for both of us, for soon our milk shall wane if it is not done. There are but few males at Dahkli, mostly boys, and our women and girls cannot be served as they should. It is a problem there. I miss too my youngest, Tani, who now is ten and one and by now is blossoming into girlhood. The slave seekers did not capture her as they did us. Life at Dahkli is poor, and we are in constant danger from the slavers there. None of our women or girls desires to be carried away, for even though slavery is beautiful as we have found, it disrupts our small village. Our babies are given away at birth to the tribes to the south, for so imminent is capture at any time that we fear we cannot care for infants. Tani was the last one I kept. Thus our future is bleak without children to follow us."
"Your words move me, Jarla," said Nadia. "I see love and concern in your soul for your beloved Dahkli. You shall return there within this week as free females. Furthermore, I shall send with you as escort, thirty soldiers who I will assign to Dahkli for ten years. They will protect Dahkli from further slave raids, and provide love and breeding for your females. You both need the love of man yourselves, for you have been without for much too long. A true female loves both male and female equally, and here in the palace I have kept you for myself in my selfishness. Your people shall not have to send away your newborn during these ten years, and your village shall grow and prosper."
"You are the kindest person that Allah has created," I wept.
"Yet do not neglect the arousement of bondage within your village because of your safety," said Nadia. "It is beneficial for every female to serve as slave. Practice slavery among yourselves, for in that way you shall reap the pleasures of it, yet without being taken away from your village. Urge your females to serve one another in slavery, each taking a turn. Do not your people enjoy bondage among themselves?"
"They do, mistress. Often we whip captured Rif females, and at times, the women and girls play rope games with each other, and rape games as Well, such as the few males can provide. Even the girl-children bind each other, and spank each other with water reeds, and they are raped too by the boys. I believe slavery in Dahkli will be well received among ourselves. Alita and I would desire to own a girl and be mistresses, or we will serve in slavery, whichever it might be."
"So be it then, Jarla. May Allah be with you," said Nadia.
"Our slavery to you shall never be forgotten, mistress," said Alita. "Your mark upon our breasts will always remind us of the joy of being with you."
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The long journey to Dahkli was one of great joy and eagerness, for we hungered much now to be home again. Thirty fine soldiers went with us, and at night when we camped, we again knew the joy of would permit. It had indeed been long since we had bedded with men, and we had nearly forgotten the pleasure they give. For many, many months our passions had only been aroused by female flesh, and we thrilled to the love of the strong male bodies, and the male liquid which was put into us. We coupled each night on the two-week journey, for we wished to be bred again. Only after we had received much sperm within our cuns, to assure proper breeding, did we receive the sperm in our mouths and anuses each night. The soldiers were magnificent and kind, and brought us to great orgasms. Both Alita and I each found a favorite, and asked them to live with us in our tents in Dahkli. They said that they would be honored to do so. My daughter and I would each have a girl-slave as well, we vowed, and thus our life at Dahkli would be beautiful. We talked much about these things, and envisioned the excitement and contentment of sleeping with male and female upon either side of us in our bed. Still, Alita and I would couple often as well, for we were much in love and our tongues belonged within each other's cuns. Dahkli would mean happiness for us.
In Qena we stopped to see Kelea and Bamba, and they hugged and kissed us in joy. They prepared a great feast for us, and as we ate they asked us to tell them our adventures since leaving their service. After eating, Kelea showed us her two new slaves who had replaced us. They were females from the far west, near Onan, and were perhaps twenty years. Kelea had them dance naked for entertainment, and we saw that they had beauteous breasts and thighs. One carried milk for it spurted as she swung her breasts in dance, the other did not. They were offered to us for coupling, but we asked if we might once again couple with our host and her daughter instead. Kelea approved, and Alita and Bamba squealed in delight. They waited not for bed, but coupled near the dining table, so anxious were they to get at each other in their youth. Kelea and I withdrew to her quarters to love, and although it had been long since I had bedded with my former mistress, I still remembered her every motion and sound. Later the two young ones joined with us in love upon the bed, along with Kelea's sons, Teten and Raul, who spermed us well. Not yet spent, the boys took Bamba next, and Kelea minded not. I smiled at Alita when we perceived this, for we remembered the whipping Bamba received from her first adventure with her brothers. Now, it appeared as if Bamba had won her way. We wondered how often her pretty bottom burned from the kebesh until Kelea finally gave in to the desires of the girl. A young girl in heat is hard to change. Kelea saw our wonder, and shrugged in helplessness while laughing. Bamba's persistency had apparently been too much for poor Kelea.
Our arrival in Dahkli was joyous. The people ran to greet our procession at the edge of the oasis and threw their arms about us. It was a moment of supreme happiness for all, and eager voices prompted us to tell of our adventures since the time we had been away. I promised a full accounting of our story after we had slept, and the Dahkli women made plans for a day of celebration on the morrow. It was most gratifying to be home in Dahkli again.
We had slept until evening in our tent, and I was made half-awake by the feel of female hair against my face and lips kissing my cheek. Alita often nestled so against me in sleepy love and my hand went forth to caress her breast, but the soft mound felt different in my hand. It was much smaller and firm, the nipple not as long. I awoke at once. "Mother." said Tani.
I squeezed Tani in my arms and tears of happiness fell upon my cheeks.
"My Tani, it is good to have you again. I missed you greatly, little one."
"I was playing near the ponds when word of your arrival reached me. I came at once but you and my sister were already asleep. I waited until you had rested to be with you. I have missed you both, for I love you with all my heart."
"You are now ten years plus one, Tani," I said, "and you are old enough now to call me Jarla, as your sister does. Wake her with a kiss, and give her joy to see you."
My heart pounded with joy to see the siblings greet each other with embrace and kiss. Such moments please the soul of any mother. The three of us hugged again, and I blessed Allah for his gift of two such daughters. Tani ate with us in our tent, but I saved my story for all the people, and we listened to the story of Tani's year. After eating, Alita and I hugged Tani again, so great was our pleasure in having her with us once more.
"You have grown pretty, little sister," said Alita. "Your breasts are becoming sensual to see and your young nipples are even longer than when I saw you last. You are becoming much girl."
"I am glad that I please you, Alita. My prayer is that I grow to have such beautiful breasts as my sister. When I am bred, it will help much. My eyes were amazed when I perceived the nipples of you d Jarla, for they are much longer than when you were taken away. How is it so?"
"Heavy fens were hung upon them in Qena to lengthen them, Tani, for such things bring better prices," said I. "In slavery I carried three rings in each, your sister four, for they stretched hers more to make them longer than mine. We shall wear our rings later for you and the others to show you our pride in them. Your sister and I shall breed again soon, Tani, for it is time once again for such pleasure. Soon you too must be bred, perhaps in a year or two." Tani squealed in happiness. "I must tell you my joy, Jarla. Within these last months I have become fertile, for I have the flow. I am at puberty now." I thrilled at Tani's news, and hugged her in love. "You reach fertility early, little one, and I am pleased. With Allah's kindness you shall be bred this year."
"Stand before us, sister," said Alita, "and remove your rik. Let us see if the rest of you has become as pretty as your breasts."
Tani stood naked before us, beaming in pride. She was indeed becoming girl, for her hips and thighs had matured somewhat, her cun bearing the first trace of soft down. Her bottom cheeks were firm and high.
"Do you still play games with the other girls and boys, Tani?" I asked.
"Oh, yes, Jarla. It is much fun. We play in the evening by the pool, and choose girls to run and hide within the trees and stones. The others hunt for them and capture them, and carry them on poles through the village, naked. It arouses me to be trussed like a deer and taken past the people to the whipping post we have made near the pond. There, our bottoms are spanked with the water reeds until we cry out, then we are given to the boys to use in front of all the rest. I have become much girl, Jarla, since last you were here. I have learned to use my mouth upon boys' lants until I drink their liquid, and now too, the boys enter my anus with their maleness. The first time, I cried, but now it is acceptable."
"It is good, Tani. I am most proud of you. Tell me, have you coupled with girl as yet?"
"Yes, Jarla," said my daughter. "Just after the season of the sand-winds, at the pond one day, my friend Sarel taught me the joy of girl-kissing. It felt nice and we kissed long. Then she lay me upon the bank, and did things with her tongue between my legs which made me cry out in climax. I learned from Sarel that girls can love with each other as well as with boys, and such things please me much. Sometimes, in our games, two captured girls must couple with each other and I obey with eagerness."
"Well spoken, Tani," I said. "You are indeed becoming girl-woman. We go now to tell our story to all. Feed from your sister's nipples, little one, to wash your meal. It is a sign that you are grown up."
"I have not had breast-milk, Jarla. I am pleased that you find me mature enough to do so, for I have envied the women and older girls. May I drink now, Alita?"
"Yes, pretty sister. Here, my nipples wait to give you nourishment. Suck them well."
It pleased me to see Tani's maturity as she nursed Alita, for she made soft noises of pleasure in her throat. Alita put her hands lovingly in her sister's hair as she fed. When Tani changed to the second nipple, I saw that the first was erected in pleasure. It gave me joy to watch my youngest draw the milk from her sister. My daughters pleased me much.
A fire was built in the clearing among the olive trees, and all had gathered to hear our story with eager ears. For two hours I talked, and with much pride. As my words went forth, I could see the looks of admiration in the eyes of many females. Many of the things I told them brought gasps of surprise and disbelief. Other things brought sounds of pleasure from them.
Finally, I told how Nadia had seen our longing, and freed us to return to Dahkli with thirty fine men to protect our village and to breed us for a decade. Upon hearing this, the people cheered us in great joy, and some wept in happiness. They raised our names in respect and honor, and said that I, Jarla, would from now be their leader.
"My daughter and I now remove our gowns to show you our rings and brands," I said. "As free females, the rings shall not be worn again until such time as we serve as slaves once more, and now that chance is rare. Our brands will remain, of course, forever, and remind us of the pleasures of slavery, and of our beautiful mistress Nadia."
Once naked, the women and girls sighed and gasped in pleasure upon seeing our many rings. They ran forward and surrounded us, touching and cooing over the rings for many moments. Some of the little girl-children tugged and played with the three rings in my sex, and I was forced to shoo them away, for it had begun to arouse me. Alita was surrounded by her friends of her age who gushed their admiration over her dozen rings. Her face beamed pride.
"Now we remove the rings, and dress," I said. "They shall return to our bodies if we be slaves again. I have yet more to say to all of you, so remain."
Alita and I returned from the tent, and I once again addressed myself to my people.
"We are fortunate, through the kindness of Princess Nadia, for our men shall prevent us from being taken. They are good soldiers and have pledged to protect us to the death. Slavers will not come to Dahkli, knowing that they are here. Avail yourselves of their maleness and breed well, for our village must begin to grow once more. As your appointed leader by your own will, my daughter and I shall keep two of the men for our tent, for these two have become our chosen ones. Is there dissent to this?"
The women nodded that this privilege was our right, and that we had earned such benefits.
"There remain twenty and eight soldiers, and I count perhaps a dozen of Dahkli men and boys. Forty males will provide enough for each tent here if my count is correct. Each family choose a male on this night and love him well, for Allah has been kind to us. Those of you with sons, let them sleep in other tents and provide their lants there. You shall be proud knowing what they do for Dahkli. Those of you with daughters, be not ashamed to lie side by side with them and share your man or boy. You have not had such thoughts, I know, but in our slavery my daughter and I found a great new joy in sharing a bed together with man. It is magnificent for mother and girl-child to share such pleasure. Let your little ones couple with man, whether or not they are fertile as yet, for they should feel the joy of sex. When they become fertile, see that they are spermed each day so that they will be bred, and have yourselves spermed also. Thus our village will once more grow and prosper. Pledge yourselves and your daughters to breed three times each during the ten years which follow and our Dahkli will be full again. I, and my two daughters, will fulfill this pledge as well.
"Yet, we shall not be taken away into slavery now, and for the future of Dahkli it is good that this will not happen. Princess Nadia perceived this in her wisdom, and suggested that here in Dahkli we can find the joy of slavery without being carried off. I echo her thoughts completely, for I pray that each woman and girl should once taste such excitement, if not many times. The young ones should especially know slavery, for it will make them women. Thus, I decree that any female is subject to serve as slave to another for three months. If you desire slave, woman or girl, choose one in your mind, and wait your opportunity to bind her in surprise. Take her to a place of punishment and hurt her until she falls to her knees and agrees to be your slave for three months. Put rings in her nipples and nose, and brand her breasts with your mark. Make your irons from tent rods. Whip her well-during her service and use her tongue abundantly, and you will bring both yourself and your slave much pleasure. Have your man use her well too. If a girl-child has attained ten years she can be slave. Both women and girls may have slave to own. Woman may own woman, girl may own girl. Woman can own girl, girl can own woman. Capture whomever you desire and make her agree to be your slave. Once served her three-month slavery, a female may not be taken again for one year. I say this to you, if you call yourselves Dahkli women and girls, each of you should let yourself be taken at some time, and serve in bondage. Have these words pleased you?"
The people murmured words of pleasure, and some of the women and girls- wiggled in anticipation. Many envisioned the excitement of having a slave, and gave themselves away by stealing a glance at one of their favorite women or girls who they desired to capture. The young ones were the targets of many glances. They would be gobbled up quickly it appeared, and many of them blushed under the desirous glance of a woman or older girl. Yet there were other women whose faces told of wishing to be taken.
"You glance at the young ones," I laughed. "It is good, for they should feel slavery. Yet know this, when they serve their months, they are free for a year, and they in turn may properly enslave you." Upon hearing this the many young ones cheered. "I suggest thus, that you not use the young ones all up at first. Capture a pretty woman or older girl. There will be time to own a little one," I said. "Go now, with your man, and find your first joy in sharing him with your daughters on this night. Let Dahkli begin now to grow."
On June 5, 1874, a British archaeological party found the above manuscript in a cave near the former oasis of Dahkli in south-central Egypt. The oasis no longer exists, the wells and ponds pure sand. No other evidence of past history was found there among the barren rocks and petrified tree stumps, except for many curious silver rings of metal which measured roughly two inches in diameter. The use of such rings was not immediately determined, but later speculation by Sir Robert Chatham suggested that the rings were used in the noses of cattle and goats. The manuscript, in very ancient tongue, has not been translated by linguists, and it is doubtful that it shall ever give up its story. No trace of any city named Qena has ever been uncovered, although it has been mentioned in other excavated scripts. Alexandria is today a modern Egyptian city and seaport.
