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I do not own the setting or make any claim to. I am just a fan who has written this fanfiction for fun. I make no claims of any kind and are not trying to infringe on anyone's copyright.) *** Rades was born into a family all belonging to the Builders cast, there had never been any question that he too would join the ranks of the same cast one day, and he had. Rades was skilled as few with a knife, wood came to life under his skilled hands, he knew how to use the natural colorings in the wood to make birds and flowers and expansive battle scenes stand out and look almost ready to move, in fact the builder was so skilled that his work as in demand all over the city, and sometimes outside of it to. Most of the time the builder worked alone, but last year he had found Musi at a low ranking slave auction. The girl had sat on her kennel floor carving a piece of wood she had found someplace into a beautiful flowery bracelet with a sharp stone. Rades was fascinated, if the girl could do this kind of work with just a rock and some driftwood, imagine what she could do with real tools. So the builder bought the young slave girl, not that she cost him much, a barbarian girl who had never properly surrendered, and who lacked the beauty to make it worth it for most men to tame her. Not that Musi was not beautiful, her hair was a pale, dusty brown, her eyes was pale amber and her skin was the color of bosk milk, in fact the girl was quite handsome, but compared to the looks of most of the women taken from Earth to be the slaves of Gorean men Musi was nothing special, and the angry, defiant look in the slave's eyes turned most men off from any desire to buy her. Rades however had won both Musi's trust and respect, and he was glad he had paid the few coins it had cost him to buy her. This day had been like so many other days in Rades life, he had worked on a chair from a rich Physician's home with Musi assisting him. After they had finished their work for the day Rades had been hungry for both food and company and had left his workshop with his slave in two and gone to one of Ar's many taverns, there he was spent several hours eating, drinking and playing kaissa with some other men. His attention had drifted from Musi and what she was doing, after all for most of the evening she had just been sitting quietly by his feet. It was then that Rades heard a shout. Looking around reflexively he saw that Musi was gone from her place at his feet, thinking back he now remembered that he had sent his slave to get him another mug of drink, apparently she had also managed to get herself into trouble as Rades eyes found the kajira when they went to the source of the disturbance. A man in the red robes of a warrior stood there with his sword drawn and pointed and Musi, behind him, on the floor sat what must be his free companion or other female relative wrapped in her covering clothes, nursing a bruised arm. Rades uttered a few curses before he stood and marched over to the scene. "What in the name of the Priest Kings are going on here?" The builder demanded sharply, making the man with the sword turn his attention away from Musi and over to the rather large man addressing him. "Is this beast your slave?" The warrior asked with contempt in his voice. Rades nodded. "She is, now what is going on?" The warrior glanced from Rades to the tavern keeper to the various other guests who was not too eager to see violence in this place and sheeted his sword and instead bent down to help his woman up from the floor and into a chair, his eyes however burned with no less anger. "Your slave hit my companion. I should kill her for such an offense, but since you are here I would rather discuss the matter as civilized men." Rades glanced at Musi, had the slave gone mad? One thing was her feisty defiance, but striking a free woman, if that was true Rades could not save the girl, no matter how much he cared for her. Musi however took the look Rades sent her as an invitation to explain herself, even if in reality the least desirable thing for the girl to do now was speak. "I was walking back with your drink Master, when this Master asked me to bring him a mug to, which I did. He asked me a few questions when I came back with what he asked for, my name as such things, then suddenly out of the blue the Mistress hit me, claiming that I was staring at her and now showing her enough respect. First I tried to apologize, but then she only hit me again, when she tried to hit me the third time I blocked her arm and pushed her away." Rades sigh, it would be like Musi to do something like that, the girl had never accepted her slavery, never accepted the right of any free to treat her in any way he or she wanted, yes she would have seen the free woman's action as an attack and had defended herself, being strong for a female Musi would have had no problems with blocking the free woman's strike and overpowering her. The question now was how to get Musi out of this situation alive. Yes the slave had acted in an unacceptable manner, but Rades did not wish to lose a good slave just because a free woman had felt jealous over her companion's attention drifting to a pretty young kajira. "I am deeply sorry Sir, my slave is not yet properly trained. I hope no harm came to the Lady." Rades said glancing at the robe covered free woman and then back to the warrior. "If the beast is not trained she should not be out among people!" Snapped the free woman, her voice hard but melodious. "Peace Madannha, I will handle this." The warrior said to his free companion before he turned back to Rades. "Madannah is not wounded, I however agree with her, if your slave is so wild she should not be allowed to wander around civilized people. And besides, while I hear on her accent that she is from Earth, her Gorean is perfect, she cannot be so new to her collar." Rades nods slowly. "She is not, but she has been hard to train." The warrior glances at Musi. "If she is so defiant perhaps it would be better to kill her then, or sell her to a leather worker's apprentice who needs cheap slave meat to practice branding on." Rades smiles slightly. "Perhaps Sir, but I like a challenge. But you are right, I should not have taken her out without closer supervision. I deeply regret the insult which have befallen you and your Lady, I will pay for any damages and if you desire the slave dead then I will not stand in the way of you killing her. But I would strongly prefer that we found some other solution as the girl is quite useful to me in my work." The warrior gave a smile for the first time and slapped Rades on the back. "You like a challenge eh, good man, good. I have no desire to kill this little beast, however I cannot let her insult to my fair Lady go unpunished." Rades breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to Musi he said, "Slave, strip and assume the punishment position!" The Rades relief Musi obeyed without any protest, the girl probably understood how narrowly she had escaped with her life. Quickly she slipped out of her slave tunic and knelt on the dirty tavern floor, then she swept her long hair out of the way and lean forward, her arms trucked before her. Musi slightly shivered as she knelt there ready to receive punishment. The warrior pulled a snake whip from his belt. Rades had to force down a shiver, unlike the traditional Gorean slave whip a snake could strip flesh from bone and left horrible scars, but he guessed it was better than death for Musi, Rades only hoped the warrior had been sincere in not wanting to kill the small slave girl. The first strike landed on Musi's milk while skin leaving an angry, red stripe in its wake. Musi screamed in agony. Again and again the whip fell over the young slave's naked skin. Eventually Rades had to pull the girl up and bind her arms and legs to a table as the young creature was not able to stay in the punishment position under this onslaught. Lucky the warrior was good with the whip and while the leather now and again broke Musi's skin, it did not create the deep, horrid wounds which the weapon was capable off. Musi screamed for a while but then she just sort of collapsed over the table she was bound to and only whimpered softly. After about 20 strokes of the snake the warrior stepped back. Rades knew that he was expected to punish Musi as well so he picked a five bladed slave whip of the wall of the tavern. He did not trust himself with a snake, and the slave whip was there for any patron to use to discipline his own, or the tavern owned girls. Rades swung his whip and as it hit Musi, her skin already sore from the previous beating the girl screamed again. Rades let thirty lashes dance across his young slave's back, thirty hard, unforgiving lashes. By the time they were over Musi had stopped making sounds. Her eyes dripped tears and she was shaking, but she made no sound. Rades wanted to gently pet her hair and tell her it was over now, but he could not, not yet, she had struck a free woman, most slaves would be killed for such an offense. Musi's punishment was not quite done yet. Rades turned to the gathered patrons who had been watching the whipping with interest, most of the men here had felt their lust ignite at the sight of a woman whipped and forced to submission. "If any of you desire this slave, you are welcome to have her, she needs to learn her place, and I think that service to men might teach her just that." Rades said before he turned to the warrior and his companion. "Are you satisfied Sir, have my slave paid enough for the insult done to your Lady." The warrior nods solemnly. "That she has, that she had, now come, sit with us and have a mug to drink, let us see who might desire to use your amber eyed beast." Rades nods and gave a slight bow of respect to Lady Madannha before he sat down and motioned for one of the tavern girls to bring him a mug. As it turned out more than one man wanted to use Musi, more tears welled up in her eyes and her cheeks burned with shame as man after man took advantage of her prone position bent over a table as she was to impale her and have his way with her, soon her female opening was dripping with male juices. Rades felt his own manhood swell at the sight of his slave so used. When the other men in the tavern were done, Radhes himself stood and walked up behind Musi. Her sex was dripping with semen so Rades decided to use her ass instead. Anal sex was not common on Gor, but this was a punishment and Rades found it to be fitting. Quickly he freed his manhood from his pants and presses the tip of his penis against the small rose of Musi's ass. Musi whimpered softly as Rades applied pressure and forced his manhood deep into his slave's bowels. "It hurts Master." Musi whispered. Rades however ignored his slave and begun to forcefully fuck her. Musi's whimpers grew into screams as she shuddered against the table. Rades rode his slave harshly until he finally came in an explosion of cum inside his little slave's ass. Slowly he pulled out and sigh. It was over. Musi's punishment was finished. Rades had carried Musi back to his home, a small house near the center of the city. Awkwardly Musi had washed in cold water from the well and had then collapsed onto her cot. Rades now stood in the doorway to the small storage room he had made into her kennel. Slowly he walked into the room until he could sit by his sleeping slave's side. She had been crying, Rades could see wet lines on her face. Carefully he stroked her hair with his hand. "Relax little slave, it is over now, your back will heal, you will be fine. And if you would just accept your position then things like this would not happen." But Rades knew that even this harsh punishment would not have quenched the bright fire of rebellion which lived in Musi's heart. Rades got up and left Musi's kennel. "Sleep well my slave," he whispered before he left her. "Sleep well." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74