A long period of liberal policies in the field of social relations has brought society to a crisis. The absence of laws teaching people discipline and responsibility led to promiscuity and disrespectful attitudes of people towards each other. Society degenerated and collapsed.

Eventually it was decided to return to the previous, well-tested model of society, built on patriarchal dominance and strict discipline. A number of new laws were enacted.

The wife must strictly obey her husband, be absolutely submissive to him in everything. Recognize his leadership and not try to contradict or manipulate him directly or indirectly. If she does not abide by these social norms, she must be punished. For particularly disobedient wives, there are particularly severe penalties - deprivation of citizenship status. Such a woman is officially stripped of her constitutional rights and freedoms and her husband is authorized to sell her into slavery. Slavery is legalized as a punishment for malicious violation of social norms of order and discipline.

Chapter 1

“You really got me seriously sick of you this time” said the angry tired man to his wife. “How much longer am I going to put up with all these scandals? It's not like we can't solve a single complicated issue without you throwing another scandal, you fucking bitch. I'm really sick of you. Who are you cheating on me with, you fucking bitch? Who do you fuck, you fucking whore, when I'm not home? How much money did you spend on manicures and makeup? Am I a fucking ATM machine or a pirate's treasure chest? That's it, I'm fucked with you, you dickhead bitch. I sell you into slavery”

“What?!” - Said Valeria, “Are you crazy, what slavery? I'm a free woman, an accountant in a serious firm, I distribute sums that you with your worthless salary have never seen in your life. I'm a respectable intelligent woman, I have the right to be free and I love my freedom. How dare you, you bastard, sell me into slavery? Not only did you beat me up, now you're selling me into slavery?”

“Shut up you fucking bitch” replied the husband, ”I've already signed the papers, bailiffs will come for you today, you will be sold into slavery at auction. And there the new owners will do such things to you, oh, that I can't imagine, you will be as docile and obedient as a trained circus animal. That'll make my slaps and beatings look like a Thai massage, bitch. At least I'll get some use out of you, prostitute. I found another woman, younger than you, I hope she will be much more polite to me and show me more respect. And the money I get from your sale will go towards my wedding with her. That's it, you fucking asshole. You've had it.”

Valeria was completely shocked. She stood silent without saying a word like a stone statue.

“So, you don't want to start another scandal anymore, are you silent now, bitch?” - The man said.

“How could you dare, how...” - Valeria said icily. Deep down she realized that her previous life had come to an end. Her throat was dry, her heart was beating with some terrible rhythm hitherto unknown to Valeria.

“And don't try to escape, bitch, you'll be found and punished anyway.” - The man said.

Valeria sat down on the chair and cried. She sat in the chair and cried like rain for three hours continuously until there was a knock on the door and a rough male voice came from behind the door: “This is the auction service, is slave Valeria here, prepared for sale? Open up, we've come for her.”

Chapter 2

“That's it, bitch, we've waited. Stop crying, they've come for you already” Said the now ex-husband

Her husband went to the door and opened it. Behind the door stood two strong sturdy men. One of them showed his ID and forms with documents.

The ex-husband led them to the chair where Valeria sat. Valeria continued to cry.

“Slave, stand up, you are required to surrender your passport, your citizenship is revoked, you will receive a slave license with a physical or legal person as your new owner.”

One of the auction workers said in a cruel and cold-blooded tone: “Same song again, this is tiring. Slave, I suggest you surrender your passport or I will take action, I warned you.”

“I won't give.... I won't give....” repeated Valeria, ‘I am an accountant, I am a respected free woman, I won't give you anything...Don't touch me...Don't touch me...’ she cried.

The auction employee said: “All right, bitch, suit yourself.” He pulled a stun gun from the pouch on his belt, put it to the nipple of her beautiful huge breasts and pressed the button.

A terrible burning pain pierced Valeria's beautiful body, she twisted in an unnatural pose, convulsions and spasms twisted and tormented her for a few seconds, then the man released the button and Valeria fell into the chair.

“So how's the progress on the passport issue? Will we see it within five minutes or do you want the banquet to continue?” said the auctioneer.

“No need, I'll give it all back” said Valeria, stood up with difficulty and went to her room, swaying slightly with trembling hands.

A few minutes later she returned with her passport and handed it to the auction employee.

“Alright slave, it's already been decided for you.” Said the auction officer and cut the passport into two pieces with the scissors he took out of the file folder. “Here is the slave's temporary ID card until she is sold, it must be kept by the ex-husband” said the auction officer and handed the bag of documents to the husband. “The ex-husband must attend the auction and make the deal with the new owner. Upon receipt of the agreed upon amount, he no longer has any rights to this woman.”

“Now”, continued the auction officer, “Valeria, Strip naked. A slave is only allowed to wear clothing, a special slave costume, if the temperature is below 60 degrees Fahrenheit. It's summer heat outside right now. So get undressed quickly, the slavery law has come into effect, you no longer have the right to clothing.”

The second auction employee just stood silently watching, apparently it was an assistant, and the one who spoke was the one in charge of their pair.

“So are we going to strip? Or are there any difficulties again?” said the auctioneer and showed Valeria the stun gun, making a discharge into the air. Bright sparks ran between the contacts of the stun gun, at the sight of which Valeria flinched.

“I'll take my clothes off, take my clothes off, put that away please” she said.

“I told you you've had it up to here, bitch” said the ex-husband, smiling evilly mockingly. “Now they're going to teach you well about life” he added.

“We'll do our best, rest assured” Said the auction employee to the ex-husband. “But don't disturb us now, please.”

“Get undressed, quickly, I said” Roughly and loudly repeated Valeria to the auction employee.

Valeria, still crying (how could there even be so many tears in a person) began to undress. She had never undressed in front of strange rough men on command, her body was shaking with fear, shame was burning her soul with red-hot embers, but she had to undress.

“Slave, hurry up, we have a few more women to process today, if you delay, you will be punished again.”

“Don't, don't, I'm already undressing, no need to punish... ” Said through the tears that continued to pour Valeria.

She stripped off everything, she just roughly threw her clothes on the floor away from her, knowing she wouldn't need the clothes anymore.

A beautiful mature woman of 38 stood in front of two tall rough men in black uniforms, armed with batons, stun guns and trauma pistols. In spite of her age, she dazzled with her beauty. Strong slender body, full rounded female forms, beautiful huge natural breasts with large nipples with large dark brown areolae around the nipples. Magnificent big oval buttocks, wide sexy thighs. The woman with all her appearance showed the strength and power of the sexual energy lurking in her, even the cold-blooded looks of the executors of justice changed and became greedy and passionate looking at her.

“That'll make a good slave,” said the auctioneer. “Yes, I agree.” added his silent colleague, speaking for the first time in all their time in the house once owned by Valerie and her husband and now only by her ex-husband.

“So, let's get on with it,” the older coworker said to the younger one, ”bring the shackles and collar.”

“What?... Shackles?...” whispered Valeria, who was tired of crying and now just sobbed quietly.

Chapter 3

“Yes, slave, from now on you will live in shackles for the rest of your life. That is the law of slavery.” Coldly and stiffly replied the auction employee. The ex-husband, who was watching all this, said nothing, only smiled evilly caustically. “We have a wonderful gift for you, slave” continued the bailiff, smiling just as slightly. “Get it out” he said to his partner.

The partner opened the bag he was carrying. Extracted from there a heavy large gray colored box labeled shackle set number 1, basic. He took a knife from his belt, opened the box and began to pull out the iron soles connected by chains.

Valeria looked at all this as if mesmerized. She was no longer even crying or indignant. She was silent and looked at what was happening, not believing her eyes.

Shackles made of steel, shiny, coated with an anti-corrosive coating, appeared before her eyes. Two leg rings connected by a chain, two arm rings connected by a chain. Collar. Shiny chrome plated steel. With small sturdy dainty locks and small keys for them with strange grooving on the key surface. The oval-shaped rings shimmered with brilliance in the sunlight pouring in from the window. The graceful chrome-plated chains made a faint melodious tinkling sound. It was as if they were not weapons of punishment, but works of art. The designers had made sure that the shackles looked beautiful on the bodies of beautiful naked women.

“Slave, stand up,” said the auctioneer. “Feet at shoulder height, hands in front of you.”

Valeria, after hesitating a bit, stood up. Spreading her legs slightly, she stretched her arms forward.

The bailiff took the shackles, bent over and put them on her legs. Turned the key in one ring and the other to close the lock. Did the same with her hands.

Valeria felt the cold steel touch her soft skin. It made her shiver. Fear and shame continued to torment her soul. She had no choice but to obey orders, but she was still not broken. Something inside still continued to resist.

“Now the collar” said the auction officer. His assistant handed him the collar and he placed it around Valerie's beautiful high neck. Once again she felt the coldness of the merciless skillfully forged steel wrapped around her once free body. Valeria lowered her head and directed her gaze to the floor. More tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Slave, don't cry, this collar at least doesn't have spikes inside. Or else we actually have, you know, a lot of different devices and methods...” The bailiff said ironically.

He fastened the chain - leash to the collar, pulled on it, and with brief cold-bloodedness said: “Follow me.”

He dragged Valeria into the street. Valeria followed him to the front door with uncertain steps. Her body was trembling. She wanted to scream and tear herself away, but she remembered the terrible pain from the stun gun, and tried with all her might to obey, suppressing her inner protest.

A crowd of neighbors had already gathered outside. They were attracted by the sight of the bailiffs' special car.

It wasn't exactly a luxurious neighborhood, but a fairly affluent one with solidly respectable people. Teachers, doctors, engineers, office workers, and other respectable members of the well-to-do middle class.

Now some of these people were watching the car, waiting to see what would happen next.

“Well, what happened there, who did they come for? - Yes, it seems that the whore Valeria finally got her husband with cheating and scandals. How did he put up with her for so long? Half the neighborhood knows she's a whore. A total nymphomaniac. Finally he will sell her to a brothel, where she belongs” - neighbors were talking among themselves - ‘There she will bring at least some benefit to society’.

The bailiffs took Valeria out into the street. The crowd was already standing in anticipation of the spectacle.

Valeria trembled, walked with her head bowed down, trying to take careful steps, as she was not yet used to walking in shackles. The chains of the leg shackles, jingling, dragged along the pavement. The collar burned her with shame. As if its steel was not cold, but red-hot. Young guys of 19 - 20 years old took out their smartphones to take photos, videos and post them on the Internet. Valeria knew she was being filmed. The anger in her was growing. With every step she took towards the car that would take her to the auction.

“Valeria, everyone already knows you're a whore,” said one of the neighbors, ”You have no place among decent people, you're not worthy of being an accountant in a reputable firm. You belong in a brothel, slut” Said the neighbors, seeing the bailiffs leading the shackled naked slave girl on a leash to the car.

“Stop.” Said an auction employee. “Almost forgot, damn it... Valeria, your cunt is not shaved. By law, a slave must shave her cunt at least twice a week and keep it smooth. You haven't shaved for at least a month. We have a trimmer, you're going to shave yourself now, okay?”

“Outside?” Valeria exclaimed, “Outside?!” - Her anger had already become almost uncontrollable.

Chapter 4

“Yes, slave, right here. That's an order. Proceed. Let the other citizens see that you are no longer a citizen, but a slave who must obey orders without question.” The bailiff handed her the trimmer.

“Fuck you all, I'm not doing anything, I'm not going anywhere.” Yelled Valeria, “I hate you all, I hate you and I curse you.”

Her gaze became fearful, her face contorted with anger. She was desperately angry to the point where she clenched her teeth to the point of pain, nearly biting her lips and tongue to the point of bleeding.

“That's disobeying an order, bitch” said the bailiff. “And you have a duty to obey.” With those words he punched Valeria in the face, giving her a very hard slap. Her cheek turned red and began to swell slightly, a small trickle of blood protruded from the left side of her mouth.

Valeria, trembling with anger, felt humiliated, she had been slapped publicly this time, in front of all her neighbors, with smartphone cameras pointed at her naked shackled body. She covered her face with her hands. There were no more tears. Valerie was feverish from the shame she had experienced, shaking like a fever, drops of sweat began to trickle down her breasts, her back, her buttocks, her thighs.

“I said shave your cunt, bitch. Get to it now!” Shouted the auctioneer employee and slapped Valeria again. Valeria staggered back.

“Are you going to shave your fucking cunt or not?” He spoke firmly and loudly.

“I...I'll shave, gasping from the swelling heat Valeria said, I'll shave it all, it'll be clean and smooth, don't break my face please, I'm a beautiful woman, don't break my face, I'll shave it all, please stop...”

“Shave, bitch.” Said the bailiff and handed her the trimmer again. “Spread your legs and shave where everyone can see. Is that clear to the bitch?”

“I'm clear, I'm clear...I'll shave, don't hit, don't hit.” Said a sweat shaking Valeria, taking the powerful razor trimmer into her delicate feminine hands.

She turned to the crowd, spread her legs as wide as possible to avoid falling over, and, trying not to meet the stares of her neighbors, concentrated on her vagina, turning on the trimmer.

The trimmer hummed in her hands. She pressed it against her body and began to move it from bottom to top, shaving the hair off her vagina.

She swiped the trimmer once. The trimmer left a smooth, glaucous streak among the black hair, exposing the skin in her most intimate place. The neighbors, smiling, continued to stare at it.

“Valeria, what have you done to yourself, you should shave your vagina regularly. So much time on sex with lovers spend, that already and vagina is no time to shave?, Valeria.” - said one of the neighbors.

The humiliation made Valeria feel so hot, as if her skin was being doused with boiling water, as if her skin was on fire, smeared with mustard. It was shameful, but the worst part was that it excited Valeria, in this moment of the greatest shame of her life she felt a tremendous, perhaps the greatest sexual arousal of her life.

Valeria ran the trimmer in her vaginal area a second time, a new white streak of soft feminine skin parted the thick black carpet of hair.

Valeria continued. She was aroused. She realized that this was a shameful situation, that she should be angry and cursing everyone, but she was aroused and suddenly felt a craving for submission. She shaved herself thoroughly, trying to maximize the quality of the order she had received. Wisps of shaved hair fell to the ground exposing more and more of the skin of the beautiful vagina of a mature experienced woman.

Soon it was all over. A beautiful vagina with a large clitoris and large plump labia stood before the audience.

“I shaved myself, now slut Valeria has everything smooth and clean...” Said Valeria, handing the trimmer to the junior bailiff.

“I see you are starting to realize something. Good whore.” said the man. Just then his gaze, which had examined the quality of the shave, saw her swollen aroused clitoris and drops of moisture oozing from her newly shaved vagina.

“Oh, I see that excites the bitch? Then get a new order so that everyone is finally convinced of the loss of your civilian status: Bitch, you're horny, you're all sweaty from the excitement caused by the shame, do you want to masturbate?”

Valerie really wanted to masturbate, but was very afraid to admit that the first extreme hardcore shaming of her life had turned her on so much.

Chapter 5

She touched herself. Her body responded with a pleasant shiver, the heat intensified, sweat dripped from her face, breasts, and buttocks to the ground. The excitement was incredible, like she had never experienced with her husband or with her many lovers.

Valeria began to masurbate. She caressed her clitoris, massaged her labia, penetrated her vagina with her fingers, while moaning loudly and voluptuously, enjoying her own body in front of her neighbors, in front of whom she had previously tried to look like a respectable woman to the last.

Her vagina was releasing a lot of moisture while masturbating. The moisture from her vagina along with drops of sweat dripped onto the pavement. Valerie could feel the rings and chains of the shackles preventing her from masturbating and touching her tender sensitive vagina, but she continued to furiously satisfy herself, enjoying playing with her own aroused vagina.

Oh, how she wished she could enjoy this play for longer. She closed her eyes in pleasure. Her hands were completely stained with her own moisture. One hand was penetrating her fingers and the other was masturbating her pleasure-burning clit. The cold steel chain touched her labia, the rings on her hands bumped against each other creating discomfort, but Valeria continued. She had never before masturbated while shackled and wearing a collar labeled “Slave.” It excited her wildly, too. She knew it was shameful, but she was already incapable of stopping her wild insane craving to experience this new perverse pleasure.

She felt something terrible rapidly approaching - the strongest orgasm of her entire life. She forgot everything and craved only this orgasm.

And it came. For a few moments Valeria lost touch with reality, the darkness of the night appeared around her, filled with pure absolute pleasure. Her body shuddered in sweet convulsions and a thin trickle of moisture splashed from her vagina. It was the first squirting orgasm of her life. Valeria came to her senses. Opened her eyes. The people looking at her were smiling cheerfully.

“Looks like Valeria has found her true calling,” someone in the crowd said, ‘This is much more interesting than counting money, eh Valeria?’. Everyone else laughed softly

“Okay, bitch, you've masturbated and cum, now - get in the car. “ Said the auction employee and pulled Valeria into the car, into the slave transportation compartment.

Valerie, who had just had the greatest pleasure of her life, was immediately confronted with horror:

The car was a small truck, with two seats in the front for the driver and his partner, and a slave transportation cell in the back.

The cell was a small room, with a bed with straps to which an immobilized slave was tied. In the cell she saw horrible torture devices that looked like a box with a liquid crystal screen and many wires ending in metal clamps, a steel anal plug, and a steel dildo. Particularly horrifying was a small, thin, oblong-shaped electrode with a rounded end for insertion into the female urethra. The box was shaped much like a motorcycle battery. With a dashboard above it. Also fixed on the wall were whips, rough and heavy, long flexible carbon fiber rods of varying thickness, these rods would not break even from hard blows.

“What are these?” - Valeria pleaded, “You don't have to do this to me, I'll do whatever you want, I'm scared, please tell me you won't torture me with that horrible electrical device...Please...”

“Well we seem to have found common ground, slave. And this is for those who resent it too much. We have been bitten, knives have been thrust at us, pepper spray has been thrown in our eyes, even incendiary mixture has been thrown once. If a woman resents being enslaved, we punish her right here. Here is for example this device that frightened you so much: We insert one electrode into the woman's urethra, and the other electrode is attached to the clitoris and we pass electricity between them. One two-second or three-second discharge is usually enough. Not to mention everything else. But you just sit on the bed and don't fuck around. You'll get there nice and quiet. ”

Valeria sat on the bed braided with a multitude of securing straps and squirmed into a ball. The drivers slammed the door shut. The automatic lock clicked. Valeria was left alone in a ghastly torture chamber. The memory of the magnificent orgasm mingled in her mind with the horror of the electric torture of her clitoris and urethra. She seemed to stop feeling the line between shame and arousal, pain and pleasure. Valeria was shocked. Still her psyche was breaking down and reorganizing itself into something new. She was becoming a masochistic slut.

The car started and drove towards the slave auction building complex. Valeria felt like she was slowly going insane. She stared intently at the horrible device with the electrodes, Fear began to cause her arousal and she began to masturbate again, looking at the horrible electrodes, designed for gruesome unbearable torture of the beautiful female body.

Chapter 6

“I'm a slut.... I'm a slut...I'm a slut...” repeated Valerie and caressed herself, looking at the electrode designed to be inserted into a woman's urethra.

“Pain and shame turn me on, it's wrong, it's horrible, but...but it feels so good...”

Valerie took the cord with the thin oblong urethral electrode. She touched her urinary canal with it. The device was disconnected, there was nothing to fear. Valerie began to slowly insert the disconnected electrode into her urethra and at the same time caress her clitoris. She was now simultaneously fucking her urethra with the metal wand, just as a penis fucks a cunt, and caressing her clit, which was bursting with a thirst for pleasure.

Valeria orgasmed again. The new orgasm pulsed through her body for a long time, her hips continued to quiver. A blissful smile of deep satisfaction at the pleasure she had received appeared on her face. Beneath her, a wet spot formed on the bed from the moisture flowing from her aroused vagina. Playing with her urethra caused her to piss a little during her orgasm. But she didn't care. She was just going crazy not realizing what was happening to her.

“I shouldn't... I shouldn't give in to this... I'm an accountant, I have a higher education, I was entrusted to distribute finances in a large serious firm, I shouldn't enjoy the pain and shame as the last dirty cheap whore, I should hold on and not give in to these dark passions devouring my soul.”

Valerie's musings were interrupted by the driver's voice coming from the speaker on the camera wall “My partner saw everything on the video camera, whore. You made our bed dirty. Who gave you permission to masturbate, slave? Now you're really going to get it.”

The car stopped on the side of the road. The drivers got out of the front seats, walked over to the cell, opened it and stepped inside, closing the cell door tightly behind them.

“If she likes the electrodes so much, why don't we use them?” Said the junior officer to the supervisor.

“No, no need for electrodes, she didn't insult anyone or resist anyone, she didn't refuse to follow orders, the slut just masturbated. Let's better apply the classical punishment.” The man replied.

“Well classic is so classic,” said the assistant bailiff. They grabbed Valeria and put her breasts on the bed. Locking straps were fastened on her body, pinning her delicate sexy body to the bed.

Soon all the straps were buckled. Valeria moaned “Please don't, please don't, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I won't masturbate again without permission, I get it, I'm sorry please, I'll give you a blowjob, do whatever you want to me, fuck me vaginally, anally, but please don't punish me, please...”

“No, bitch. You need to be punished to remember how to masturbate without permission. And you will remember that.” The bailiff ran his hand over her soft big rounded sexy buttocks.

“Great target for our rods, slut.” Said the auction officer and turned to his partner, “Begin the punishment.”

The partner swung around and struck Valeria's buttocks with a thin heavy and very flexible rod made of strong synthetic fiber. Valeria howled in pain. The pleasure of the orgasm she had experienced just three minutes ago, the memory of which was still very vivid in her mind, was replaced by excruciating pain. A few seconds later the pain repeated itself, then again, and again, and again. Valeria didn't count the blows of the rod, she just howled in pain like a wounded animal.

New and new blows of the heavy flexible thin rod fell on Valeria's buttocks, covering their delicate skin with red stripes. Pulses of pain pulsed through her consciousness again and again, driving her to maddening despair. This time she was just in excruciating pain. Valeria was suffering. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain cutting and burning through Valeria's delicate skin. Pain and a shriek of pain. Again and again. It seemed to Valeria that these few minutes of torture of her soft sensitive buttocks would never end.

“That's enough, that's enough, or we'll cut the skin until it bleeds” Said the bailiff to his partner.

“I see.” replied and put the rod back on the shelf. “Let's put alcohol on the wounds and leave her tied up.” Again he said to his partner.

The partner pulled out a can of alcohol and began to spray Valeria's exhausted, flogged red skin. Valeria began not just howling like an animal, but wheezing in pain. The alcohol soaked into the scarred skin, burning it, tormenting Valeria's flesh and consciousness with unbearable pain.

“Bitch, you have soiled our bed with urine, now you are forbidden to urinate, if you urinate on the road while we are traveling - we will torture you again, and this time the rod will touch your huge luxurious breasts, do you understand the order?”

After the orgasm with urethral games Valeria really wanted to urinate... But Valeria had to be patient.....

Chapter 7

Valeria lay face down on the bed, restrained by straps so it was impossible to move even half an inch. Her beautiful body was completely immobilized. She felt completely helpless and could only surrender herself to the will and mercy of her current minders. She could clearly feel every stiff strap squeezing her body, which had never before known such cynically perverted cruel abuse.

Yes, her husband had occasionally beaten her during scandals, but it had never gone beyond slaps and fist bumps, which, though difficult, could be endured.

But she enjoyed a lot. She enjoyed sex with her husband, she enjoyed sex with her many lovers, Valeria sexually serviced her boss and colleagues at work, her life was full of sexual pleasure, which except for her husband delivered her many other strong energetic men.

In the office in closed cubicles she sucked their cocks, let them fuck her vaginally and anally in a variety of positions and got many beautiful strong orgasms. Valeria knew very well about pleasure and adored it with all her soul.

She loved kneeling in front of her colleagues and boss and sucking their big erect dicks, loved it when they ejaculated on her face and on her naked beautiful huge breasts. When drops of cum ran down her lips and her nipples. Her vagina would get so wet that her underwear would get wet and had to be changed.

But she did it of her own free will because she liked cocks, many big erect cocks, eager to penetrate her body. Valeria had been blissed out by it.

And now it was all turning into hell for her. The auction overseers were ready to inflict a wide variety of humiliating painful abuse on her at the slightest disobedience. Enjoying masturbation and sex with a partner without the permission of the masters was forbidden. She continued to feel not only the straps but also the steel of the shackles and collar that bound her seductive body.

Meanwhile, the pain from her unopened bladder continued to grow. It was getting harder and harder to endure by the minute. This punishment was particularly shameful and agonizing. For the first time in her life, she was being tortured by the restraint of urination.

Valerie really wanted to forget everything and urinate, but the fear of torturing her breasts prevented her from doing so. The sting before the torture of her breasts forced her strength to endure this perverted torture.

Valeria loved her huge breasts very much. Loved her big dark nipples with huge dark areolas around them. During masturbation and sex she liked to touch and caress her breasts, she was proud of how big her natural breasts were, much bigger than other women's. That she was able to seduce many men with these breasts, that men at the sight of her do not look at her eyes but look at her breasts and undress her with their eyes, imagining the sexual luxury of her breasts completely naked.

It was eerie to her to imagine how these two rough men would subject her favorite tender sensitive breasts to brutal merciless torture. What would they do to her? Would they just flog it like they did her buttocks, or would they use electrodes? Or both. Her breasts, which Valeria fondled during sex and play with her body, would become a source of pain, a source of torment for a long time.

Valeria didn't want that and continued to endure the growing cutting pain in her urinary system. She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth with tension. She was ready to sell her soul to Satan for the right to urinate, but she knew the auction staff was cruel. They are just waiting for an excuse to punish her again and again while she is in their hands. She is a very beautiful woman and these men just seemed to enjoy abusing her.

Soon Valerie moaned, “I know you can hear me, please stop the car, untie me, let me pee, please let this worthless whore, this cum bitch pee. I admit to being a worthless whore, a worthless bitch, a sex hole, I admit to being a stupid vulgar cunt, a whore, a cocksucker and a nymphomaniac who deserves merciless punishment and torture, but please let me piss please, I'll give you the best blow job of your life, I'm good at it, just let me piss please. ...”

“No, slut,” came a voice from the speaker. You're gonna hold it until we get there. Unless, of course, you're sorry about your breasts, slut.

After half an hour, which seemed to Valeria an eternity, the car arrived at the auction building. The cell doors opened and the same bailiffs entered, quickly and roughly untying Valeria from the bed.

When the slave was untied, a senior officer took her leash, pulled her and said: “Bitch out.”

Valeria struggled to move her legs and got out of the car. Her face was twisted with tension.

“Yes, bitch has realized everything.” replied Valeria in a quiet slightly hoarse voice.

Chapter 8

The bailiff walked forward with a quick step and pulled Valeria's collar leash chain behind him. “Follow me, slave.” He said. Valeria jerked after him and walked forward. Walking was difficult, Valeria bent slightly in pain and discomfort from the urge to urinate. She was afraid that she wouldn't be able to contain herself and reach the toilet and urinate right on the street or in the corridor of the building.

Her legs, accustomed to free steps when they were not shackled, became confused and stumbled. Valeria walked with great difficulty, clearly feeling that now she was nothing and nobody. Even going to the restroom was a favor from her new master. And without this favor, new humiliating sufferings await her.

The auctioneer walked with a quick, free, broad stride; he dragged Valeria on a leash like a shepherd drags an animal, leading her to the door of the auction building. Valeria waddled after him, stumbling, trying not to wet herself, naked, completely naked, with a naked shaved vagina, shackled legs and arms, with red lines from the brutal flogging of her beautiful rounded buttocks and attractively swaying huge natural breasts, she walked through the public place where there was a huge number of strangers. There were many people around, mostly other men who sold their wives into slavery, buyers - private individuals and representatives of legal entities. Many of them looked at her with appraising eyes, some of them pointed their fingers at her and started to talk to each other. She just stared at the floor with her head bowed, trying not to meet anyone's eyes. She couldn't look people in the eye now, continuing to burn with shame and agony from the pain that was breaking her will, not only from the suffering but also from the sweet tingling in her vagina from the newly growing sexual excitement. People saw that she was going bent over and realized that she was being punished with a ban on urination. And Valeria also realized that they saw and knew everything.

The bailiff dragged Valeria into a large ten-story building with heavy double-leaf metal doors, led her into a hallway where there was also a mass of people, many of whom were gawking at the new slave, at her gorgeous body and the fresh marks of her punishment.

In this hallway Valeria began to turn around and look in different directions until her gaze finally caught on a door labeled “Restroom”.

“Now, slave, it will be soon” A wickedly mocking smile was replied by the Auction Officer.

He led Valeria into the restroom. While his partner, who had followed him all this time, remained standing at the entrance.

The toilets stood in a row of stalls, the slave girls walked up to them and did their business.

Valeria no longer cared that she had to do this publicly in front of the overseer and the other slave girls.

She jerked toward the toilet, but the auction employee pulled the leash back on her

“Yes, yes, yes sir, I have realized everything... PLEASE! ....” moaned Valerie bending more and more in pain.

Valeria began to piss. With happiness and pleasure that she was getting rid of the pain that was tormenting her she threw her head back, closed her eyes and moaned with pleasure “ooooohhhhhhh.... Oooooh.... Aaah....”

Valerie emptied her bladder with pleasure and relaxed, even smiling a little. She stood still for a few moments enjoying the absence of that excruciating cutting pain. . She urinated naked, shackled and collared, sitting in full view of the other overseers and slave girls while one of the overseers held the leash handle of her collar. Her arousal from the shame and torture continued to build, her cheeks reddened slightly and her clit began to swell treacherously.

But Valeria knew not to touch her clit without permission. Otherwise it would hurt. Pain. Pain. Again and again. Long, agonizing, unbearable.

“How hard, God, how hard it is for me now, with my passionate character, almost bordering on nymphomania, how hard it is to restrain myself and not to touch the clitoris, not to penetrate the vagina with my fingers when I want, not to use my favorite large vibrator, simultaneously affecting the clitoris and penetrating deep into the vagina, how hard not to invite my lover at work in a closed office at any time when I feel a new burst of passion, how hard ... “ thought Valeria, being in a pleasant relaxation and feeling the slowly growing excitement in her clitoris eager to be touched.

She wanted to get up from the toilet, but suddenly she was stunned by another slap. Valerie swayed, almost falling off the toilet bowl.

Chapter 9

“You need to thank again immediately after being released from your punishment, remember that slave” replied the auction employee.

“Thank you, thank you ser...I understand, don't hit me again please...don't hit me...” she said quietly.

“Now get up, we need to register your arrival, give you a physical exam, and send you to your cell to wait for the auction. Get up quickly and go, bitch.”

Valerie got up quickly and followed the minder again to the restroom exit where another bailiff was waiting.

The senior officer again roughly tugged on her leash and led her down the corridor to another large hall where there were five small reception rooms where the overseers brought slaves in and out to register for sale. Valeria's shackles jingled across the floor with the chain, and the sound reminded her of her fate, as did the very rings of shackles and collar that the once free woman was having such a hard time getting used to.

“Dragged...” Said the not-young woman, a registrar in her fifties, looking at Valeria with an evil arrogant look. “Whore again?” She asked.

The senior auctioneer held out a copy of the slave's temporary slave license to her.

The receptionist pulled out a scanner and scanned the graphic code on the document.

The overseers sat Valerie in the chair and began to tighten the straps on her body, securing her in the chair still. She again felt the elastic hard straps squeezing her tender hot sexy female flesh, indicating her current place in the social hierarchy.

The female registrar pulled out a strange large device that resembled a rectangle with a handle, 10 inches long and an inch wide.

“Fucker, it's going to hurt now, be patient and don't fuck around or we'll punish you, okay?” the receptionist said.

The female receptionist slapped Valeria across the face “Bitch, I asked you, do you understand or not? Answer me straight, you lowlife.”

“Yes, I understand, Mistress...” Valeria replied quietly, bowing her head slightly and lowering her guilty look into her eyes.

The overseer wiped Valeria's shoulder with alcohol, then sprayed it once more with a special disinfectant solution, then, when the solution was gone after a couple of minutes, she put a strange-looking apparatus on Valeria's shoulder and pressed a button.

The machine beeped monotonously and with that sound a stabbing pain pierced Valeria's shoulder.

She clenched her teeth and tried to endure this pain, for today she had already been trained to endure the pain that tormented her tender body, to endure torture, punishment, suffering and shame. And so she endured. She knew that discipline and obedience were expected of her. And what would happen if she failed to show them. Now she was completely powerless and they could do whatever they wanted to her.

After a few minutes, the automatic tattoo machine went silent and beeped “Operation completed successfully, put the machine away.”

A black rectangular graphic code two inches wide and high was painted on her shoulder.

She understood that. She understood that she was being morally murdered as a person. As a free person. She felt fear, sadness, anger, humiliation, and at the same time, sexual arousal. The thought “I am a branded whore... I am a branded whore under total sexual control...” gave Valeria a perverse pleasure that she found harder and harder to fight. Her clit was swelling treacherously, her vagina growing moist.

“The goods are registered, take the whore for a medical examination” said the registrar to the bailiffs, “Look at that bitch, her cunt is wet’ she added ”She'll have fun at the medical examination.”

“God, my life has become a series of pain and shame, pain and shame, pain and shame, pain and shame, pain and shame... over and over again... They break me, they change me, my mind is sinking into darkness, I am beginning to resign and enjoy my role as a slave, I am losing my will and feeling the need to obey, it's scary, but it's like a new world that you want to step into...” thought Valeria as the court bailiffs were taking her to the court... “ thought Valeria as the bailiffs untied her from the chair, unbuckling the straps squeezing her flesh one by one.

“Get up, bitch” Said the senior officer ‘follow us - go ahead’ he added and dragged her, naked and shackled, for a medical examination into another large hall where there were also 5 rooms for examining slaves.

When she was dragged into one of the empty rooms, Valerie saw a young nurse with the same cruel sadistic smile as the female receptionist. And heard the same words - “Get that bitch in the chair. Now.”

Chapter 10

The warders quickly picked Valerie up so that she didn't even have time to recover, except for a long exhalation of breath. The men sat her down on the gynecological chair and began to tighten the restraining straps on her again, fastening her delicate female body to the frightening-looking white metal chair.

Fixing Valeria in the chair, the warders removed the shackles from her left leg to spread her legs and place them in the grooves of the gynecological chair. Valeria again felt the straps squeezing her body, completely depriving her of mobility and making her completely available for manipulation by the nurse who was going to examine her. The chair was made in such a way that the nurse could easily access her vagina and anus,

“Oh, what have we got here? A new hole...” - The nurse said with sincere sadistic interest as she looked at the helpless Valerie who was fixed in the chair, “Well slave, let's see how useful you will be for sex slavery, I hope they make a very good slut out of you.” - smiled the nurse

The nurse changed her rubber gloves and bent over to expose Valerie's vagina and anus on full display.

“Oooh, so slut - that's horny! Does your cunt want a hard penetration, slut? Ha ha ha ha ha, shut the fuck up. I know it does, your clit is erect, your vagina is wet. You're gonna get a hard penetration, bitch. But first, cunt-fucker, be honest, what were you sick with before?” - The nurse asked in a hard icy tone.

“Nothing...Miss....Only Flu....” Replied the frightened and humiliated slave girl humiliated by the medical procedures “Just the flu...”

“I hope the bitch is not lying to us” the nurse said and pulled out a large shiny metal speculum - ‘Now we are going to open the bitch up and see what the whore has inside, enjoy it slut’ the nurse said and began to insert the speculum into Valeria's vagina.

She had always used only soft flexible artificial phalluses for sex. Or the dicks of her many lovers. But never before had a metal instrument penetrated her vagina.

Shame and embarrassment wildly excited Valeria, she was aroused even by the fact that this sadistic young woman would now touch the most intimate parts of her helpless body, the body of an experienced older woman.

The tender walls of her vagina felt the movement of the cold hard metal. This was the first time the slave had ever felt such a thing. And it excited her.

“Don't you dare orgasm, bitch, slave girls are not allowed to orgasm without orders, remember that” said the nurse ”or I will punish you, I think your overseers will approve of what I did”

“I approve” said the senior warder ”The bitch has already masturbated without permission today, as you can see her buttocks have already been punished. Her breasts are next... Although you, as a nurse, can come up with something original. Still, the bitch is stateless and completely disenfranchised.” - added the overseer.

Valeria realized that the nurse had purposely chosen a larger speculum than was needed. Valeria's vagina was well trained by her lover's many cocks, among them even Negroes with really huge cocks. But the speculum chosen by the nurse was really big enough for Valeria to feel how it stretched her aroused vagina.

After the tool had fully penetrated her vagina, the nurse began to turn the screw, expanding the slave's vagina with the sliding parts of the tool.

Valerie, who was already on the verge of orgasm, began to feel discomfort and pain. The metal slowly increased the pressure on her pleasure-accustomed vagina and roughly stretched her slave's hole.

The pain increased gradually, growing stronger and stronger as Valerie felt the tool's pressure building on her tender flesh.

And now the screw was turned all the way out. The slave was going through another shocking painful humiliation that would forever change her mind, which was used to luxury and comfort.

The slave wanted to orgasm badly, she tried not to give in to that desire realizing the agonizing consequences in the form of more terrible and humiliating punishments. But she felt that even if she allowed herself to orgasm, she could not orgasm with her vagina stretched by the speculum.

“So... Let's see...” - said the nurse, looking into the slave's open vagina - “It's all nice and clean, now let's check the bitch's anus.”

With those words the nurse began to turn the screw back on, much to Valerie's relief. Having returned the speculum to its original closed position the nurse began to slowly remove it from Valeria's vagina.

And then finally Valerie felt that the ability to orgasm after returning the speculum to its closed position had returned to her.

She tried her best not to orgasm, almost crying and biting her lower lip with her front teeth. But alas.... Valeria was a slut used to quick pleasure, not a slave trained to hold back and control her feelings. She really wanted to orgasm and she orgasmed when the speculum had almost completely left her lustful vagina.

Chapter 11

She couldn't help herself and orgasmed violently again with a moan of pleasure, shuddering with pleasure.

“But I couldn't stop, please excuse me...” - replied the slave girl in a suppressed pleading tone.

“We don't care"-said the nurse: “a slave must obey the rules. If she breaks them, she is punished.”

Valeria didn't answer anything anymore. She realized that she was about to be hit again by the pain that would replace the passionate pleasure she had just experienced. She orgasmed again in front of strangers, but it embarrassed her less and less. She realized that, albeit slowly, in small steps, she was getting used to being a slave. Getting used to obeying and enduring the pain of punishment. Getting used to no longer being considered a human being. And used to taking perverse pleasure in her position.

The nurse took out a small screw medical clamp and said, “Let's play with the horny bitch's clit a little.”

With those words she placed the clamp on Valerie's clitoris, which had just been burning and still held a passionate desire for touch, sex or masturbation, and began to slowly tighten the screw of the clamp.

The miniature steel vise began to squeeze Valeria's delicate supersensitive clitoris after a violent orgasm.

Valerie trembled again, her eyes moist with coming tears, but there was no crying. Valeria was seized by a quiet desperation.

Valeria's new world was cruel - the slightest mistake was punishment. The slightest disobedience - punishment. Punishment could be just for re-education even if you hadn't made a mistake.

In just a few hours, the world of pleasure turned into a world of torture and.... And perverted pleasure.

Just yesterday Valeria had sucked the cock of one coworker and let her cunt be fucked by another at the same time she was sucking the cock of the first. Valeria was enjoying it. She enjoyed having the first coworker cum in her mouth at the same time that she got an orgasm from the second coworker fucking her insatiable fucking cunt. The second coworker's cock was big and he fucked her hard and deep just the way she liked it. Her vagina, her clit were satisfied and she was in the sweet bliss of complete sexual satisfaction for the rest of the day.

But now the cold metal in the sadistic nurse's merciless hands was slowly but surely squeezing almost the most sensitive erogenous point of her beautiful body.

Valerie felt the coldness of the metal and felt it lose that coldness as it squeezed her clit and heated up from more and more contact with it.

“Bitch has to tolerate it,” the nurse said in a demonstratively gentle caustic tone: “Bitch will tolerate it, won't she?”

“Yes, Miss, the bitch will tolerate... tolerate as long as it takes, Miss...” - Valeria replied.

“Oh... So I see the bitch is starting to realize something” replied the nurse as she looked at Valeria's strapped body and patted her clamped clit with her finger.

A cruel merciless pain pierced Valerie's clit. But with each thrust of the nurse's finger of the clamp on the slave's clit, the slave shuddered as if struck by electricity.

“Be quiet, bitch, or we'll add more"-said the senior auctioneer, ”Continue the inspection, there's a line forming behind us, we can't delay any longer.”

“Of course. We'll continue,” said the nurse in the same gently cruel tone: “Now we need to examine our bitch's other working orifice.”

With those words the nurse picked up a new instrument, almost the same piece of shiny medical steel, but smaller and somewhat differently shaped.

“Relax your anus, slut, we need to play with it a little,” the nurse said and began to slowly insert Valerie's pre-lubricated anal speculum between her buttocks.

The slave had already experienced anal sex and was able to orgasm with it, sometimes even more than with vaginal sex. But, as with vaginal speculum, she was enjoying the elastic live cock in the ultra-thin expensive condom, not the hard metal mercilessly penetrating her exhausted body for this terrible day.

The straps squeezed her body, the clamp squeezed her clit, and the anal speculum inexorably deepened into her anus reaching its full depth.

Valerie Just clenched her teeth. And closed her eyes. She already knew what was coming next. And it did.

The spinning screw began to pull apart the details of the anal speculum, stretching Valeria's asshole.

The slave liked anal penetration, with men she was willing to endure a certain discomfort for the sake of future pleasure. because she knew that pleasure awaited her next.

Speculum stretched her asshole so that Valeria felt as if her eyes were being squeezed out of their orbits. She began to breathe hard and fast. But she tried to keep silent, because she clearly understood that if she would resent and show her discontent, her inability to tolerate pain and accept humiliating procedures, she would be tortured with double or even triple force.

Chapter 12

Finally - the screw of the anal speculum was fully unwound and Valerie just froze, breathing fast and hard.

“It's clean in here too,” the nurse stated: “nice ass, perfect for making this bitch an anal whore.”

“Y-y-y-yes... Miss..." Replied the slave girl. Trying to say it in any intelligible way.

“You'll need it in the future. It's very hard to start from scratch, but it will be a little easier for an experienced whore like you.” the nurse smiled and began to turn the screw in the opposite direction, reducing the speculum.

Valeria breathed a sigh of relief. Her suffering was at least a little lessened, although the clamp still continued to squeeze her tender sensitive clitoris, piercing her consciousness with unrelenting pain.

The nurse pointed her tablet phone at the graphic code on Valerie's shoulder, noted something in the window that opened and said: “Based on the physical exam, the bitch is fit to fuck. Uncouple.”

“How long should I keep the clamp on?” - asked the senior staff member to the nurse?

“A whole hour...” - thought the exhausted Valeria sadly, “Another whole hour...”

Having untied all the straps, the men put the second ring of shackles on the slave's leg and dragged her by her collar out of the medical ward.

“Come on forward follow us, march step!” - said the senior overseer and dragged Valeria by her collar behind him.

She was led from the administration building down a side corridor off to some other building.

She walked down a corridor of bare concrete walls, even unpainted, until she came to a post where two guards were sitting. Behind them were two lattice partitions with doors.

“A new bitch has been brought in for registration,” said the guards, ”We'll give her to you.”

At that, one of them pulled out a small tablet, pointed at the graphic code on Valeria's shoulder and manipulated the window that appeared. - “Bitch surrendered.”

“Accepting new bitch,” one of the guards replied. He hovered his tablet over her shoulder and made a mark in the program's pop-up window again.

“And here's another thing, bitch is penalized for orgasming without permission” - Auction Officer ”You'll have the program beep when the clit clamp is removed. In the meantime, let her stay with it, maybe she'll learn some discipline.”

“I see,” replied the guard, ”If the program fails, I'll personally check it out.”

The guard opened the bars and dragged Valeria into the space between the two bars. Closed the door behind him. Opened the next door and dragged Valeria into a room with cameras.

The room was a long, multi-story, single-type cells 2 by 2 meters wide (6.5 by 6.5 feet wide). The cells were closed by two doors - the days were louvered, through which the prisoner could be seen, and the other was a sheet of metal completely shielding the prisoner from observation. Now all of the second opaque doors were open.

Valerie, walking down the corridor could see other female prisoners waiting to be sold.

Her clamped clit continued to torture her with unrelenting pain, but even under these conditions slut Valeria felt aroused. The squeezed clitoris, the shackles on her hands and feet, the collar, the sight of naked female prisoners of various ages, some sitting or lying on beds and some chained to the cell walls, excited Valeria. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was breaking her mind more and more and pulling her into the darkness of perverse pleasure of her slave position as a bitch and a whore and a thing to be brutally and mercilessly used.

In one of the cells she saw two women, one about 45 years old and the other about 19 years old, both lying naked in the same bed, barely able to fit into each other's arms. In another cell Valeria saw a woman about 60 years old, she was standing in the center of the cell, her arms were pulled up to the ceiling and secured there with chains.

She had large breasts sagging from age with large nipples and large dark aureoles around them. She had large rounded buttocks, a slightly bulging rounded belly. In her vagina was visible the end of a thick artificial dick, fixed with a special narrow strap so that it would not fall out, would not be displaced by the muscles of her vagina. The strap running between her legs and securing the dildo was attached to the black belt clutching her waist.

“I guess they will make a whore out of her too,” thought Valeria, ”even despite her age she will have to do her best to serve the customers. And when clients want sex very badly, they don't really look at age. Cock age does not ask....” - Valeria thought to herself as she passed the woman.

“You'll be chained the same way” said the guard, ”so you won't remove the clamp from your clit until the punishment time is over”

Chapter 13

The guard led Valerie into a cell like all the others, with a small bed, a toilet, a hand basin, and chains, rings, and carabiners hanging from the ceiling and walls.

The bed was a folding bunk attached to the wall and was now folded and pushed against the wall, freeing up what little space there was in the cell for the slave's punishment.

The guards pulled up a chain from the ceiling, attached it with carabiners to the rings on Valerie's shackles and with a special rotating mechanism pulled the chain upwards.

Valeria's body stretched and tensed. Her heels lifted off the ground. The rings of the shackles crashed into her wrists and squeezed them, pulling them upward.

“Now you'll have to stand on your tiptoes for the entire duration of your punishment, unless you want the steel rings pressing down on your arms, taking the weight of your body.” - Said one of the guards.

Valeria didn't answer anything. Just looked down sadly, trying not to make eye contact with the guards and strained her feet to stand up and stand on tiptoe.

The guard began to touch her breasts and buttocks, which excited Valerie causing her clamped clit to swell while it was still clamped. That was what the guard wanted to accomplish though.

“So, slut, do you like getting aroused with a clamped clit?” - The guard said mockingly to Valeria.

Valeria remained silent. She just stood on her tiptoes, straining all her strength to do so. She was already quite tired for the day and wanted to lie down on the bed, but she had to stand chained to the ceiling by her hands with her clit clamped with a screw clamp. Standing so that her heels did not touch the floor.

It was very hard for her, her strength was gradually leaving her, she stood with her last strength.

Time was running out. Her feet were hurting more and more and her strength was leaving Valeria. She was almost completely hanging with her hands on the rings, unable to keep her tortured body and her shame and humiliation-ridden mind under control.

She relaxed her feet and hung on the rings, her eyes closing of their own fatigue.

The guard entered her cell, bent down beside her and began to unscrew the clamp, wanting to remove it from her clit.

Finally the clitoris was freed from the clamp. But with a rush of fresh blood to the previously clamped clitoris. A wave of new pain overwhelmed Valeria's consciousness.

After that he began to slowly rotate the mechanism, lowering the chain by which Valeria was pulled up to the ceiling.

Eventually Valeria first sat up and then lay down on the floor. The guard disconnected the chain from Valeria's wrist shackles.

Valeria just lay on the floor trying to curl up in a circle like a cat. She didn't have the strength to stand up, pull back the bunks, drape them and lie down on them.

“You won't be fed and fed again today. Tomorrow morning we have to take your tests. For that you must not eat or drink anything twelve hours before the tests. Lay back on the bunks and rest” He said.

“Yeah...Seeeerrrr...” Replied from the last of her escaping strength Valeria.

The guard left, closing the two doors behind him, both the grated one and the solid sheet iron one, leaving Valeria flailing on the floor with no strength.

An electric light shone on Valerie from the ceiling, but she was very tired and wanted to sleep badly.

She fell asleep right on the floor, naked, shackled and collared, on the cold concrete floor of her cell. Just passed out and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Chapter 14

Valeria slept soundly and deeply, remembering absolutely nothing. Sleep gave her complete rest and oblivion. She wished that this blissful dreamless sleep would never end.

But suddenly this blissful dream was interrupted and the creak of the outer metal doors opening brought Valeria back to her new cruel reality.

She continued to lie on the floor as the second grated flap opened and a guard and a nurse entered her room.

The slave girl immediately jumped up, throwing off the remnants of such a sweet mesmerizing dream.

The chains of the shackles rang their sad melodic tinkle, along with the rings around her arms, legs and neck reminding Valeria who she was and how she should react to the orders she received.

“Yes, sir...” Said Valeria in a still somewhat sleepy and sluggish voice, reaching forward with her right hand.

The nurse tightened a tourniquet on her forearm. The stiff strap of the tourniquet squeezed Valeria's arm, but Valeria tolerated it and did not resent it. The events of yesterday for she remembered very clearly every last detail.

“Now that you don't twitch, bitch,” the nurse repeated and, having disinfected the skin, began to insert a syringe into Valeria's vein to draw blood.

Removing the tourniquet, she said: “Now clamp your arm bent and hold it for 10 minutes with absorbent cotton between your shoulder and forearm.”

At the end of the 10 minutes, the nurse pulled a plastic container from another box, gave it to Valerie and said: "Piss the fuck out. Just be careful not to splatter the walls of the container or we'll punish you again."

Valerie didn't want any more punishments, so she crouched over the toilet and very carefully peed a little in front of both the guard and the nurse.

Chains and rings hindered her, she was afraid that she would tip the container over, but the fear of future punishment still made her act with extraordinary precision and she did everything carefully. Closing the container, she handed it to the nurse.

"You might make a good sex slave. I hope you're not contagious. I hope you were a smart slut and used condoms properly."

“Yes, Miss, the slut did everything right, Miss...” - Valeria replied quietly.

"Sit here for three days until the tests are ready. If it's clean, you'll be sold" the nurse said and scanned the graphic code on Valeria's shoulder with her tablet's video camera.

“And by the way,” the guard added, "Don't masturbate bitch - the camera recognizes when you hold your hand near your vagina too long. We'll be notified and we'll come punish you.“

”That's it, let's go." - said the nurse to the guard and they walked out, closing the first grated door behind them.

Valeria realized that she would spend the next three days completely alone, completely naked, with her hands and feet shackled and a collar around her neck, chained to the wall. Deprived of communication with anyone.

With these words she lay down on the newly made bed and fell back into a deep sleep.

Chapter 15

Valeria awoke to a loud shout of, Lunch! followed by a disposable rectangular plastic container of lunch being slid through a special hole in the grate.

“Thank you, Ser,” the slave girl said quietly. She already realized that she had to be polite and loyal to everyone, or she would be flogged at the very least. And not necessarily on the buttocks, can and on the chest, and this Valeria did not want, although she realized that someday it will happen anyway.

“After the meal, the container should be washed and sentenced to surrender, even though they are disposed of, they should not spread odor, we don't need any more contagion here” - said the guard who brought the food.

Unpacking the container and finding plastic spoons and forks, she frantically pounced on the food, as she had not eaten for almost 19 hours.

After that, she found a plastic cup, drew water from the tap, which had already been turned on, and drank it, then she drank some more. Before taking the test, the water was just turned off so that she would not drink it and spoil the results of the test.

This was her new life - if you had food, water and were not beaten, it was a reason for joy and happiness.

There was nothing to do. There was nothing in the cell to amuse herself with. Just a folding bed held on two chains attached to the wall, a toilet and a small hand basin in the corner next to it, except for the torture devices hanging from the walls and ceiling.

There was a winch and chain in the cell. Dangling from the ceiling and threaded through a hinge block. The chain went into a reel with a locking lever and a handle, which contained a mechanism that not only made it easy to crush very heavy weights, but also to lock the lifted body. This mechanism could lift two slave girls if necessary.

Also hanging from the wall were chains for attaching to the shackles and securing the arms above the head or in the Y position, and there were chains between the floor and the wall, as well as arm chains attached to rings embedded in the wall, which together with the arm chains and locks allowed the slave to be secured to the wall in the X and Y positions.

There were no instruments of torture such as whips, tasers, and so on; they were brought here by the guards when necessary.

A simple cheap industrial lamp shone lonely on the ceiling, devoid of any elegance.

The folding bed was supposed to have a blanket and a sheet. The bed itself was hard, and sleeping on it was very uncomfortable for Valeria, who had long ago got used to comfort, her clenched hands and feet were swelling

“I'll get used to it,” thought the slave: "I have to get used to it, I have no other choice now. At least I sleep on a bed."

From watching the chains and rings Valeria began to feel a perverse pleasure again. She began to imagine herself fixed on the wall and it excited her, as did the memories of how less than twenty-four hours ago she had been tormented in a semi-suspended state with her clit clamped.

"I can't touch myself. Now I can only get sexual pleasure on command. If they want - they will keep me without sex and masturbation for months, if they want - they will fuck me so that I will beg to stop and they will say - no, be patient bitch, or we will fuck you through the pain, at the same time with sex subjecting you to cruel excruciating torture"

But Valeria was a sexually depraved slut and her clitoris, not so long ago punished, again begged and pleaded for touch and caress.

“How sweet it would be now to touch myself, at least with my hand, at least with one finger...” - Valeria dreamed: "I'm not even talking about the full-fledged penetration of a big strong elastic dick, penetration of a strong and powerful vibrator, not even dreaming about penetrating myself with my own fingers. Just to masturbate my clit with two fingers, or at least one, one finger, just a little, a little masturbation," she thought.

She lay on the bed, on her back, spreading her legs like before sex, but knowing that nothing and no one would penetrate her hungry unsatisfied slut vagina.

Breast touching was not forbidden by the rules, and she began to fondle her own breasts. As she fondled it and played with it during sex when her partners dicks penetrated her, as she loved her big breasts she was very proud of them.

Her fingers were touching her nipples, kneading and rubbing them, she was stroking and squeezing her huge luxuriously soft breasts with large dark aureoles of large nipples already erect from excitement, her fingers were sinking into her own so tender and supple flesh of her breasts.

She didn't realize if she was enjoying herself or torturing herself even more. The caresses of her breasts brought her pleasure, but even more excited in her the desire to touch her vagina, clitoris and labia, if only a little, for a few moments...

“No, bitch,” Valeria said to herself, “You must learn discipline now, you must learn patience or you will not survive.”

And she squeezed her adored breasts to the point of pain, “Here you go bitch, for thinking about touching your clitoris without your masters permission, get this.” She was punishing herself and she liked it.

Chapter 15b

Her legs were bent and her thighs open, as if she were waiting for penetration into her increasingly moist vagina, both hands touching her breasts and playing with her large erect nipples, tingling them with her fingernails, squeezing and twisting them, squeezing left and right, both together, then relaxing the compression.

She encompassed her breasts with her hands, squeezing, massaging, pulling and releasing them, enjoying this arousing game.

She realized that she could learn to get satisfaction and pleasure not only from orgasm, but also from this perverse pleasure when she wanted to have sex and masturbate, but it was forbidden to do so and she had to wait long hours, months weeks.

She smiled a wild crazy smile and said to herself, “Bitch wanted to break the rules, bitch must be punished” and with those words continuing to smile wildly she started slapping her own breasts with her palms.

One slap fell on the tender naked flesh after another, it hurt she continued with unrelenting ruthlessness.

“Okay, that's enough,” she thought: “There may be marks left behind that could cause problems explaining where they came from...”

“I'm just going back to where it started,” she thought, "I wanted to stop it once, but it's back... I wanted to stop it and just have traditional normal sex, but it's happening again, and this time it's happening against my will. Nothing can put it off now..."

And she continued to play with her nipples, immersed in memories of her youth in which she had become a masochistic sex slave at the age of 14.

At 14 she was a very shy and modest girl, no initiative and assertiveness of character, no desire to achieve anything, no egoistic narcissism with the idea that I am better than others and that I am superior to anyone in anything.

She didn't have many friends with whom she would have long, idle conversations. No, she had only a few good friends that she could really trust and talk to about important topics that bothered her.

She dressed extremely modestly and discreetly, at school like everyone else she wore the standard strict school uniform, after school - simple, unsophisticated clothes that hid almost all of her body and did not emphasize her attractiveness in any way.

It was only recently that she had begun to have stable monthly cycles and began to realize herself as a woman. A good student, excellent in education, strictly observing all moral norms of the society and never thinking about something unusual, condemned, forbidden, she was quite inexperienced in matters of sexual relations. She was a virgin both physiologically and psychologically.

She lived in absolutely safe conditions - a big city, everywhere police and private security companies, strict observance of all human rights and freedoms, a state inspector who came periodically to the family and interviewed them for family violence, armed with a club and pepper spray guards at school and also at school, able to quickly put in place any hooligans. All was quiet and peaceful in her world. Perhaps even too quiet...

That's why she loved literature. Especially historical novels, about an era filled with glorious battles and great victories. An era where risk and death were always around and people fought for survival, showing incredible strength and passion for life.

But there was one detail that made her feel very special, arousing a particularly strong lively and sincere interest. It was those moments in her favorite books that dealt with slavery.

Reading about slavery, about the total subjugation of one human being to another, especially when it was about the subjugation of a woman to a man,

A sweet shiver ran through Valeria's body as she reread it. A fever pierced her heart and her pulse quickened.

But life continued its measured pace, Valeria's new assignments on studies, to which she, being an excellent student, paid a lot of attention, brought her feelings back to the tranquility of quiet ordinary school days.

Until one event happened, which turned Valeria's whole world upside down and left this world for a long time to stand in this position.

When she went to the store to pick out a new historical novel, she saw a strange and very unusual book. On its color illustrated cover was a picture of a slave holding a massive galley oar. The slave was of a very strong beautiful physique, it was obvious that her beautiful strong body was trained by the codes of hard hard hard labor. Her hair was short and roughly cut, so that she was almost a hundred hairs short. She was shackled in dark rusty shackles and collar, the shackles were on her legs and arms, the ones on her legs were attached to the floor of the galley and the ones on her arms were attached to the galley oar. The slave's back was covered with fresh red and old white scars from being beaten with a heavy whip, the red and white marks of which were also visible on her magnificent breasts. The slave's body and face were tense from the effort she was making - she had her feet on the next bench pulling a heavy long paddle, and her whole body, and judging by the expression on her face - also her whole mind was concentrated on one thing only - on this desperate tense inhuman effort.

And then something irreversible happened, both frightening and exhilarating - inspiring, enchanting and passionately beckoning.

There was an ecstatic explosion in Valeria's mind. It was so powerful that not only the explosion of a nuclear bomb on Bikini Atoll, but even the testing of a thermonuclear bomb on Eniwetok Atoll would look like a match flashed by a smoking man who carelessly lit another cigarette.

Valeria pointed with a trembling hand to a shelf on which stood a book with a chained and collared slave girl and said - “Give me that book... Please...”

“Me? I'm almost seventeen!” - Valeria replied confidently, realizing where he was going with this. Suddenly she felt a rush of strength that stripped her of all modesty and shyness and she realized that she had to go all the way.

“You're barely even 15” - still laughing the salesman replied, “It's only for people over 18, even seventeen year olds can't sell it, sorry...” - already with a little bit of sadness through the cheerfulness, said the seller, realizing that the person is already ready to receive this knowledge. The knowledge of adulthood. But the law is the law...

“Please sell me this book, please!” - begged young Valeria, “I really want to read it.”

"No, girl, I won't sell it. I'm sorry. It's for adults only" -coldly and dryly replied the seller.

She looked him in the eyes with her eyes from which tears flowed and replied: "I am already an adult. If you do not sell me a book - then I ... I all day and all night I will stand at the entrance to your store. And in the morning, when you come to open it, I will ask the same question: will you sell me a book or not?"

The salesman took a deep breath and said on a long exhalation in an agitated, but at the same time firm and determined tone: "Okay. Just for God's sake don't tell anyone where you bought it, if they find it, and most importantly DO NOT SHOW it to your parents.“

The seller took the money and gave Valeria the book, wrapping it in gray wrapping paper.

Valeria took the book with trembling hands and pressed it tightly to her heart. She was already ecstatic, though she hadn't even opened the book yet.

“I'll tear up the check, I doubt you'll want to return this book in a couple weeks because you didn't like it... And... Good luck in your adult life, my child,” the salesman said with a cheerful smile.

"Thank you, ser... And good luck to you" - said Valeria with gratitude in her tearful look and left the store.

Chapter 15c

Valeria did not walk to her house, but simply flew on wings. Every step she took was like the step of a soldier marching victoriously through enemy territory. It seemed that the very ground beneath her feet was filled with trembling and trembling.

When she got home, she hid the book in the closet. She still had to do her homework, clean the house, and prepare a meal for her mother. She was alone in the house today. Her stepfather was on a business trip and her mother wouldn't be back from night duty until the morning. And breakfast should be waiting for her.

Valeria was a very well-mannered and responsible girl and had to do everything properly.

There was a lot of homework. But she was an excellent student and did everything accurately and carefully.

Through all the texts of textbooks, all the formulas, historical chronicles and descriptions of classical literary characters was the image of a chained and shackled galley slave, whose strong trained body was in tension, making an incredible effort.

This thought with a desperate passion invaded her mind forcing her to return with such a highly arousing, yes sexually arousing her desirable and adored image.

Valerie had never discussed sexual intercourse with anyone before. Several guys with varying degrees of brazenness had already hit on her, but she ignored them, just shy of talking to them about it.

When in the company of students there was a talk about sex, and even more so about any non-standard sexual practices like BDSM, Valeria just listened silently but did not say anything. And when they tried to talk to her about it, she answered: “I study a lot, I just don't have time...” - and left the company, walking away and looking at her feet in embarrassment when she heard herself following: “She has no time, with such - that breast, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha... I'd like to have that breast... Eh....”.

But Valeria came home from school and sat down to her textbooks again. And only at night before going to bed she dreamed of scenes from her favorite historical novels, where a naked slave girl is sold at auction, after which she submits to a strict master and does his will. And in case of disobedience, a severe humiliating punishment awaits her. At these moments she felt not only a pleasurable excitement, but also shame, helplessness and total control over herself, and these sensations made her arousal much stronger. But she hadn't touched herself yet, just let her fantasy play freely with her young inexperienced soul.

But now the situation was different: in addition to the textbooks on her desk in Valeria's closet lay a textbook of a different kind, a textbook that was ready not just to develop her mind in this or that scientific direction, but to give her something much more: to initiate her into the arcane and secrets of adult life.

In the head of excited and burning with passion Valeria flashed lines from the song:

And these secret desires were already inexorably and unbearably calling the beautiful young neophyte of orgiastic sexual passion to plunge into the immense depths of secret initiatory rituals.

Valeria finished her homework with a sigh of relief, started cleaning, and then cooking. She had mixed up the formulas in her notebook in three places, which, fortunately, she managed to correct. While cleaning, she almost knocked over the bucket of water she was using to mop the floor. While cooking, she almost burned the kettle, which was almost boiling over.

Her feelings, a little weakened by the time spent with textbooks, cleaning the house and cooking, flared up with a new and even brighter force.

Her heart quickened its rhythm, her teeth chattering against each other as if from the cold. With trembling hands she picked up the book and tore at the gray wrapping paper the way a hungry predator torments its prey. But at the same time her movements were precise and careful, for she was afraid of damaging the priceless colored cover, which bore the image of a naked slave girl that had so impressed Neophyte.

She glanced again at the book free of its wrapper. “Three Years Chained to an Oar” was the title. She glanced at the cover again. The static picture seemed to come to life in Valerie's imagination, and take on movement. She was no longer looking at a picture, but at a real slave of a real galley, saw the tension of her body and even heard the clinking of her chains.

And then Valeria's consciousness, trained by years of reading high-quality classical literature and driven by a hitherto unknown gust of frenzied passion, did its work. And it did it perfectly and flawlessly.

Valeria felt herself on the galleys. The wind rumbled over her head. The fierce sun burned her skin. The waves splashed against the high wooden sides of the ship. She felt the strain of the oar she was pulling forward, felt the shackles on her arms and legs, felt the rough iron collar touching her tender young neck, scratching her sensitive white skin. And most of all she felt the depth of shame and helplessness from her completely naked body and flogged back and breasts and spread legs with a virgin naked vagina.

"A slave... Should be naked..." - Valeria thought and quickly began to remove her clothes.

Fully exposing her young but already developed strong and beautiful fitness trained feminine body with exorbitantly large for fourteen years old breasts and beautiful large rounded buttocks, she began to stroke it with her hands, standing at the large mirror and looking at herself.

“Slave strong... Slave beautiful....” - Valeria thought, running her palms over her naked body. The sensations of sexual ecstasy were as if all her skin was smeared with mustard or poured with boiling water and it was burning and the fire did not want to die down.

Her nipples were hard and swollen. Her clitoris was aroused and erect. Her smoothly shaved vagina was so wet that drops of moisture dripped onto the floor.

- You can, you can, and you'll realize it after your punishment, you lazy scum! A slave needs a whip!"

And then she remembered: in the cupboard in the bottom drawer there was an electric cord that had been thrown away. Two strands, the core a flexible weave of copper wire, the sheath a heavy stiff rubber.

“This is what we need,” Valeria thought and leaned over to the bottom drawer, pulling out a long black, double-core electrical cord.

Chapter 15d

A slender girl with a moderately wiry and athletic, but at the same time slender and a little thin body, long hair braided in a tight black braid, large young firm breasts and juicy rounded buttocks stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself in sexual ecstasy.

She smiled to herself, mimicking the smile of her slave master to whom she now belonged in her extreme sexual fantasy.

“- You will be punished now, slave!” - Valeria said and swung the whip in the air.

The whip quickly parted the air with a whoosh and hiss. The heavy copper strands made the wire move fast and swift.

“Master, please don't, don't hurt me, I'll make it up to you!” - Valeria said, changing his facial expression to humiliated - begging.

"No, bitch, without discipline, without strict and unavoidable punishment you will not reform. Such lazy bitches can only be reformed by strict merciless and unavoidable punishment and fear of it! Put your body under my whip, you lowlife!" - said Valeria and swung around, holding a thin and long elastic cable in her hand.

The cable whistled through the air again, but this time it found its target - it was the tender, never known pain and torture body of the young fourteen-year-old burning in the abyss of sexual ecstasy Valeria.

The shock of the cable burned her back, piercing her consciousness with a pain that made her wince.

"What, did that hurt, bitch? Take another one! You worthless lazy scum will row much better next time!" - Valeria said and hit herself again and again and again and again.

Each time she received a blow, she flinched at the pain burning through her consciousness and cried out. Her breathing became more rapid. Her hands were already visibly trembling. After each blow, after taking a few breaths and catching her breath, she stiffly and forcefully beat herself again and again.

Each time between a few strokes, she twisted around a little near the mirror to examine her back. She wanted her back to look just a little bit like the heroine from the book illustration. And she was getting better and better at it. Her back burned with pain. Her perfectly white sensitive skin was covered with long thin red streaks.

She had never touched her vagina, and she was a virgin, but it seemed to her that every stroke of the whip, causing humiliation and pain, was like the movement of her passionate lover's cock in her vagina, giving her great pleasure.

And she could feel it - something was coming. Something powerful and passionate that made her vagina burn more and more with pleasure, and the moisture dripping from it so wet the floor that it was already a puddle to slip on.

- Silence bitch, quickly put your buttocks up. Remember who you are, remember that you are my property and you have no right to deny me anything.

-Yes, my Master, your bitch is ready to obey..... " - Valeria said and swung hard with all her might and struck herself on the firm rounded and much more sensitive soft buttocks.

After the first blow Valeria clenched her teeth and left them clenched. The blows continued. Her buttocks, white, soft and rounded, were covered with the same thin and long red stripes that burned through her skin with blazing pain.

From the new blows Valeria no longer shrieked but sobbed, tears welled up in her eyes, but she continued to whip herself. She is a slave. She must be punished. It had to be just like her favorite historical novels - all the pain and passion described in them, all the powerful mad pleasure and suffering - it had to be real.

The constant blazing pain, previously only covering her back, now encompassed her buttocks as well. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto her breasts, while at the same time the moisture from her increasingly aroused vagina continued to run down her thighs and drip onto the floor.

Valeria noticed small scratches and cuts on the skin of her buttocks from which blood was protruding and smiled through her tears, “The slave is getting a good, strong punishment - just what this slave deserved...” - she thought.

Passion was already piercing her clit with a hot needle of ecstasy and she realized that she was about to... Soon this coming Thing would happen. Just a little more.

- Please, Master, don't... The bitch's back and buttocks have already been punished, the bitch has realized the lesson taught to her and will correct herself, please spare my breasts today!

-No, bitch, only total punishment can reform you, I can't stand halfway, I have to finish the job.

-Yes, my Lord, as you say, your bitch obeys you. Unquestioningly..." - spoke the galley slave Valeria's next lines of dialog with her rough and ruthless slave master: “If the bitch is guilty, bring the matter to an end, my Master…”

Valeria swung around and smacked her breasts with all her might. The impact of the electric cable landed on her large tender and extremely sensitive breasts, smashing into that hot sexy flesh, making the slave shudder in pain for a few moments, throwing off her normal breathing rhythm and striking her left nipple.

Valeria still not only imagined herself on a galley at sea, chained to an oar, but standing naked in front of the mirror, she also imagined other slave girls, several male sailors, and her Master's friends and servants. And they were all looking at her. At the cruel whip torturing her naked, uncovered young female body.

The mixture of pain and shame overflowed the cup of her mind to the brim. And the cup spilled over.

Something that had been approaching and was already standing at the threshold, pounding insistently on the door, burst in, tearing the door of her consciousness off its hinges.

The third blow to her chest left a thin long streak of red piercing with a new bout of pain, with a few drops of blood protruding.

Valerie orgasmed. Without touching her clit. From the shame and pain alone. From the brutal inescapable and merciless, piercing her young sensitive sexual flesh, the rough blows of the slave-owner’s whip.

Being a virgin, she orgasmed with such force as experienced lovers who had enjoyed the art of love for years and had experienced not dozens but hundreds of strong passionate full vaginal penetrations.

Valeria closed her eyes and for a few moments there was no Valeria in the world at all, one pure and endless ecstasy that consumed the entire universe. Then she opened her eyes. Pleasant lightness and fatigue overwhelmed her, her legs shaking beneath her. Her head was spinning. There was a puddle of her wetness on the floor. Her thighs wet with vaginal secretions trembled, her strength was leaving Valeria, she wanted to fall into bed and fall asleep.

“The book... Hide it...” - was all she could think with her mind leaving her body. She took the book and stuffed it under her pillow and went to bed like a cat curled up in a ball. And immediately disconnected from objective reality, going into the world of pure and blissful ecstatic pleasure.

Chapter 15e

Valeria awoke with a feeling of deep lightness and peace. It seemed that she had never experienced such pure and clear blissful lightness in her life.

It was as if the earth's gravity had weakened and the whole body was filled with some magical energy that made it light, as if it were about to take off, just by taking a stronger step.

“This is the strongest thing I have ever felt” - thought the young beautiful slave girl, “Now I have a long and adventurous journey ahead of me on an antique galley” - she thought as she ran her hand over her cruelly and mercilessly flogged young and tender breasts, which still bore the thin and long lines left by the painful strokes of the electric cable.

She put on a robe and slippers, stepped into the shower, and, taking off her robe, stood under the hot water jets.

The hot water burned her wounds, which had soothed a little during the night, and they ached with renewed vigor. But she had to bathe. Yesterday's sweat had dripped off her like raindrops. The mud could make her wounds take a long time to heal, and she had to go to school again after the weekend. She had endured this torture of jets of hot water, the burning of soap touching fresh wounds, the touch of the towel on her breasts, back, stomach, buttocks and thighs, soaking up the moisture from her exhausted but full of such impressive sensations.

“A slave must endure,” she thought: "I won't smear wound-healing ointment on the whip marks, let it hurt, let it be all red streaked. Everything must be real. And besides, it's so beautiful..."

And, putting on her robe again, she went to her room, where she changed into her usual clothes, choosing something more covering her body.

All day long she had been busy with various household chores, helping her mother with her chores, and waiting only for one thing - to be left alone in the evening to sit down to her favorite book, which she had not yet opened, but which had already managed to impress her so much with its delightful illustration on the glossy cardboard cover.

In the evening, alone, she stripped naked again. And opened the book, beginning for herself this marvelous journey into a world filled with true ancient and powerful passion, striking as, the heavy whip of a cruel slave master strikes the tender flesh of a young slave girl.

Two slave owners, one a strong tall black-haired man of about thirty-five years old, the other gray-haired, thinner but with a cunning and enterprising look talked to each other:

"- This girl is not needed by her foster father, he has two daughters of his own, she was not even needed as a servant to his daughters. He decided to sell her to me in a brothel..." -said the old man.

“-Yes, she is beautiful, I can imagine how he bargained with you and what price he demanded from you” - replied the young man.

- Yes, she is beautiful, it's true, but she's too much trouble, that's probably why he sold her to me.

- She's 16 now, and a virgin, so I decided to sell her virginity, and she hit a rich powerful client between the legs, said - “Don't you dare touch me, you old pervert!”. I've lost a lot of credibility as a pimp. I don't want to deal with her at all. You can have her on your galley. You need oarsmen.

- You don't understand anything! Take her and bring her up well, so that she obeys you. He'll be a reward for your rowers if they work well!

-You have a devilish cunning, my friend. All right, I'll take it. I keep whipping them, yelling at them, "Row, you bastards, or I'll whip you! This will be much more interesting. If you row badly, I'll flog you. If you row well, you'll get this young slave girl as a reward. Here's the agreed amount, here you go.

- Oh, I knew you'd like my idea. Well, take the goods and see you later, friend!

- Well, to each his own, some are young wolves, some are old foxes, but we both like to hunt, my friend!

- Go to the devils, you old rogue!" - with these words both partners shook hands, hugged each other and the old man headed for his wagon.

“Okay, bitch” - Said the man to the sixteen year old slave girl who stood trembling at the sight of him: "You got a lot of pride? Now we're going to fix that."

“Take off your clothes and kneel down, you don't need any more clothes, our weather is hot, you won't catch cold.” - said the Young Slave Master.

“Don't kill” she said quietly “I understand everything, I will do everything properly as you say”

“keep quiet and tilt your head, I won't kill you, don't be afraid, I will just give you a new hairstyle.”

The man took her long black as soot luxurious soft hair in one hand, in the other he began to deftly wield a dagger, almost at the root cutting off her magnificent braids from her head.

“Don't move now, or I'll cut you accidentally, and I really don't want that, I have big plans for you - you know, it's boring for men on long sea voyages without female company...” - With wicked cold-blooded mirth he said, cutting off the last strand of hair from his slave's head.

“Now, bitch, with this here gorgeous hair of yours, drive the deck, or else I'll hang you from the mast and flog you, what's not clear?”

The slave owner took his heavy whip and began to beat her with incredible force, with several blows simply knocking her to the ground. The blows came on her back, thighs, buttocks and breasts.

“Slave understands everything...” - The shaved naked girl said quietly and, rising from the ground, picked up a bundle of her black hair, also taking a bucket of sea water, began to wash with it the dirty trampled deck of a large rounded merchant ship.

Chapter 15f

Valeria was shaking with excitement again. She had not yet fully recovered from her first ecstasy, but her young, strong, healthy female body demanded that the banquet continue.

Her vagina, still virginal, was moist again. The nipples had hardened. The clitoris was erect and eager to be touched. And the pleasant burning heat was spreading over her skin again.

Valerie threw the robe over her body and went into the main room, where she rummaged in the closet and found what she needed.

Throwing off her robe, she pulled out her whip and began furiously striking her body wherever she could. Breasts, buttocks, stomach, thighs, back - everything was touched by the cruel strip of the whip. At each blow she flinched, trying not to scream, so as not to be seen by her mother.

The flogging made her even more aroused. She felt again the approach of something strong, incredible, powerful and all-consuming, like the vortex of a tornado.

After a couple dozen strokes, Slave knelt, plugged the wire into the socket and turned on the machine. Her long black hair was loose and fell in soft, lush waves over her naked body, over the red lines on her back and breasts. The black curls touched her delicate sensitive breasts, her nipples, and stroked them pleasantly.

"That's it, slave, you are forfeiting your long luxurious black hair. That is what your master has decided. And don't resent it or they'll beat you bloody with the whip, understand?" - She said to herself and brought the machine up to her head.

She grasped her hair with one hand, and with the other she began to shave it neatly, clearly and without unnecessary haste.

After ten minutes, Valeria held her hand on her smooth and short-cut head: "Everything should be real... But I will not shave everything completely naked, or the school will be completely shocked at what they saw. I'll leave it as short as possible..."

In front of her stood a powerless slave, humiliated by two days of flogging, humiliated by cutting off her beautiful coal-black soft and long hair, experiencing humiliation and pain. And she was enjoying it.

One hand began to squeeze and twist her nipple, while the other touched her swollen wet clit.

Her body responded with a sweet growing shudder. Her vagina craved satisfaction.

Valerie began to fondle and rub her clit as she continued to look at her whip-beaten body and shorn head in the mirror she had placed in front of her.

"Yes...Yes...Yes...Yes...A little more....A little more.... Yes..." - whispered the passion-crazed slave girl coming closer and closer to her cherished orgasm.

And it pierced her body, overwhelmed her with a wave of burning ecstasy. She closed her eyes again and plunged into that wave, where there was nothing but one all-encompassing pleasure.

The orgasm was not as strong as yesterday, but still incredibly powerful, just as completely knocking the young girl out. She, with a wet vagina, a body covered with drops of sweat, red stripes of blows on her skin, a short-cropped head and a clitoris satisfied with the pleasure she had received, collapsed back on the bed and fell into a deep and deep sleep, not forgetting to shove the book under the pillow....

“Valeria, how long will you sleep, get up already, breakfast is ready” - Shouted at the door mother: It does not look like you, such a disciplined girl, seven in the morning and you are always on your feet, even if it's a weekend. And now it's like you've been bewitched by a dark wizard. Come on, get up and get out."

"What is this? Honey, what happened to you, are you crazy? Explain what's going on?" - Said the mother upon seeing her daughter's new hairstyle.

"Mom, it's okay, you can do that now, many girls do that. And I'm tired of it, a lot of fuss with long hair. And I am seriously engaged in my studies, I have no time to mess with them. I'm sick of it. So I decided to get rid of it." - replied the daughter, imitating a calm, indifferent tone.

"But you were so fond of your black braid, so proud of it... Yes, it's strange, what a fashion the young people have now. But... Your choice. At least don't get a piercing. “

”Don't worry... It's okay." - Valeria said confidently, “Let's go to lunch.”

The day went on as usual. In the evening Valeria again secluded herself in her room, locked the door from the inside and opened the book:

The slave stood on all fours, showing all the other slaves and sailors her anus and vagina, and scrubbed the deck of the galley. Her tears dripped onto the deck and she wiped them away with a lock of her luxurious and long hair, mercilessly cut off by her cruel new master.

Both slaves and sailors laughed at the sight of her and made many jokes along the lines of, "What a beautiful tight un-fucked cunt and ass, I wonder if her master will give her to us to ravage or would rather spoil her himself and then throw her back to us? Hey, bitch. We haven't fucked anyone in a long time, let me vaginally fuck you and my friend come behind you and rape your ass. We guarantee, bitch, that our dicks will give you a lot of pleasure. She's barely sixteen and her tits are already like an experienced adult whore's... Hey whore, put my dick between your huge tits, I want to rub the head of my dick on your pink nipples..." - And so on, ad infinitum.

But then the master of the galley came on deck and everyone fell silent. In his hands was a strange-looking wooden object, resembling a phallus, but of an unusual unnatural relief shape - with a large rounded thickening at the beginning, much larger than the head of a normal male penis and covered with rounded protrusions-spikes.

"Well, virgin, I have a special gift for you. People say that women never forget their first sexual experience. "And I can guarantee you, you'll have a lot to remember. And you'll remember it for the rest of your life." - The slave owner said with a cold-blooded smile.

Chapter 15g

“Okay guys, grab her and tie her to the board railing so that her vagina and anus are accessible.” - He continued, “No one will be fucking her tonight, just this artificial dildo designed for vaginal torture. We're going to make you a cunt-fucking bitch who will forever remember the humiliation and pain.”

Two strong, sturdy muscular sailors grabbed the dazed girl and dragged her to the side where they began to tie her to the railing.

She made no attempt to resist, no hysterics, for she knew it was useless. She just cried, bending down her shaven head and feeling the hard tight ropes pressing her delicate hands against the hard wooden bars.

When the deed was done, the master made a gesture with his hand and the sailors moved away from the slave girl, making way for him. He leaned over to her and showed her the artificial phallus up close.

“ - See this, bitch? It's a sea demon dick, custom made for me by a carpenter. It's designed to punish bitches like you. And now it will absolutely mercilessly, quickly and deeply enter your vagina, and stay there after you've been fucked by it.

- Please don't do that. Not like that. If you want to rape me, rape me, but please, not with that wooden spiked dildo, please!

- You ruined the business of an old friend of mine who sold your virginity to a rich client. He ended up with a double loss - he had to return the money to the client and pay the client compensation. So both he and the client are angry and want you to suffer. Which I will do. So shut up and be patient, bitch. Although you can yell if you want. Yes, amuse us with your yelling, it will make us very happy.”

The slave owner placed the dildo against the slave's virgin vagina, “Say goodbye to your virginity, scum,” with these words he began to insert the artificial phallus into her vagina with a strong forward motion.

The slave shuddered, she tried to clench, to pull away and not let the terrible object inside her, ready to topple her into an abyss of pain and humiliation. But she could not pull away because she was tightly bound, and there was no way she could resist the movement of the object guided by the strong male hand.

The dildo opened her vagina and began to penetrate, tearing her virginity to shreds. Unbearable pain burned through her vagina, she howled like a wild wounded animal as she felt the thick, long stick thickened at the end and covered with many short and blunt spikes. She felt every inch, every half inch, quarter inch, as even the slightest movement caused her pain.

And the movement was not insignificant. It was rough, strong, violent, and swift.

The slave opened her mouth as much as she could in her scream, screamed all the air out of her chest so that she could not even breathe for a while. Her whole body froze in tension, as if she was not being fucked in the cunt with an artificial cock, but was being slowly pierced in her belly with a short sword.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..............” - was all she could say, a hoarsely piercing “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” her desperate scream tore at her throat just as the artificial cock tore her hymen and burst inside, filling her vagina with its massive volume and torturing its interior with the pressure and scratching of its many spikes.

“Bitch likes it, Captain!” - shouted the sailors: “Captain, you push some more, let the bitch have a good orgasm! Our captain as a true gentleman has tenderly and carefully initiated the girl into the mysteries of love!” - yelled the sailors looking on.

The slave girl listened to all this clearly and did not know what tormented her more - the torture of physical pain from the torture instrument fucking her tender and virgin vagina a few minutes ago, or the pain of shame and embarrassment, as she was fucked in public, in the port, in front of slaves, sailors and other inhabitants of her galley, neighboring galleys and people who stood on the shore. They were all watching this show, at least three hundred people, while she, tied by her hands to the railing, looked overboard to the dock where hundreds of people - slave loaders, sailors of other galleys, merchants and captains - were standing.

“You, bitch, still try to cum, don't let us down....We are here to give you heavenly pleasure,” continued the captain, plunging the phallus to the full depth of the slave's vagina and resting it on the cervix and turning it during reciprocating movements, pressing on this cervix.

“-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....-Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....-Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....-Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! ....” - screamed the slave with each thrust of the phallus. The virgin's blood ran down the phallus and dripped onto the deck.

But worst of all, through the pain and shame torturing her vagina, she felt her orgasm approaching. The phallus was too big and the thrusts too sharp to resist.

She orgasmed, shaking in convulsions. Pleasure mingled and dissolved into shame and pain so that she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. She shuddered violently one last time, and broken by fatigue, hung from the railing to which she was tied.

“Bring the fidelity belt,” shouted the captain to the sailors. One of the sailors disappeared into the hold and came running back with an article of stiff coarse leather, which was a black belt that was worn around the waist, with a wide leather strap running between the legs that was supposed to hold the anal or vaginal phallus inside the woman being punished.

The sailors put the belt on the slave woman and tightened it around her waist. Then they passed the belt between her legs and attached it to the clasp on her stomach, tightening it in the same way to keep the artificial phallus inside her vagina, which he raped mercilessly.

“That's how we're going to keep you for the night, bitch. And yes, we are very happy to have such a lovely young lady keeping company with our rough, vivacious and cheerful male staff. I hope you enjoy it,” the slave owner said, smiling cruelly and coldly.

Chapter 15h

Her parents weren't home again. Her mother had gone to the night shift, leaving Valeria to enjoy the solitude of the book she loved so much.

After reading the chapter, the girl was again shaking with sexual excitement, it was as if a hot wind was blowing on her skin, engulfing her with heat.

The door was opened by the neighbor's boyfriend, a handsome tall slender athletic sixteen year old boy with short black hair.

“-Valeria, what's wrong? Where is your hair? Did you get sick with something that you had to cut it off? What's going on?

-Remember when you asked me to go to the amusement park with you, you wanted to buy me something, remember? -Yes.

-Well, you know, I changed my mind. And I don't want any parks or rides or ice cream. Just do it to me now, hard and rough, no regrets.

-but with a few conditions: Tie me up so I can't move and beat me with this whip before sex.

-Yes... It's clear... I've wanted to do it with you for a long time, but you're so shy, you're always studying and studying... Today my parents went to the cottage, they'll be back only tomorrow. You're lucky, I'm alone tonight. Come in.”

The girl went into his room. She put the electric cable on the table and threw off her robe, exposing her beautiful body to him. Stained with the red stripes of the electric cable's blows.

The young man was surprised once more, but then the eager smile of a hunter who had caught up with his prey transformed his face.

“Lie down, bitch. Spread your arms and legs. Quickly,” he said coldly and harshly.

Valeria obediently lay down on the bed and stretched her arms and legs to the corners of the bed depicting with her body a pose similar to the letter X.

The guy took out a rope and started to tie her hands one by one. He understood what she wanted, and he himself had been craving it for a long time. The knots were strong and tight, her hands were tied to the sturdy backrest of a solid, massive old iron bed, the surface of which in some places had already peeled off its anticorrosive coating and was covered with dark brown spots.

The girl felt the ropes squeezing and cutting into her wrists. It was as if she were being tied up by a real slave owner to be tortured and sexually abused. And she was satisfied with that.

He tied several loops of rope around each leg and then tightened and knotted them.

The tie was tight and secure, so tight that even a grown man would not break free, let alone a young charming girl.

The guy took hold of these ends and slowly, gradually increasing the effort, pulled.

He pulled hard enough and her body stretched and stiffened, the loops of rope crashed even harder and squeezed her wrists and ankles.

Next, he pulled down the two ropes that were threaded through the back of the bed and tied them together, securing them in a taut position.

The ropes howled taut as guitar strings. Valerie was completely immobilized so that she couldn't move at all. She felt completely helpless, left to the mercy of her master.

- Yes my master, punish this bitch, let her learn what it means to refuse to serve her master” - Valeria replied.

The guy swung the cable and gave the girl a blow on her big tender luxurious breasts. The girl shuddered and cried out.

Valeria clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. New blows tortured her breasts, the skin of which had not yet recovered from the last flogging, when the girl flogged herself.

The new blows of the electric cable lay on top of the old ones, causing new pain and awakening the pain of the wounds that had not yet fully healed.

Many strokes hit her nipples, which were already erect, as was the young slave girl's clit. The pain excited Valeria, making her vagina become abnormally moist and dreaming not only of touching her clit but also of full penetration.

The guy moved to his hips, he brought his hand with the cable high up, dropping the cable behind his back, the way fishermen cast the line of their fishing rod, and made a quick merciless downward motion.

Valeria did not scream; her teeth were clenched. With each stroke she twitched in her elastic bonds and hissed, breathing heavily through clenched teeth.

Soon her thighs, too, were streaked with the red lines of the whip blows and burned with unbearable hellfire.

“I was greatly distressed by your previous refusal, scum. And for that I will whip your vagina” said the guy and folded the wire in half to make the blows even more painful.

Chapter 15i

The guy swung around and hit Valeria between her legs with all his might on her already flowing virgin vagina, hitting her tender erect clitoris.

The girl shuddered in the elastically taut ropes and growled through her teeth in pain, but she didn't cry out, continuing to endure.

The next blows weren't as precise or strong, but they hurt enough. Each one was like a jolt of electricity.

Her vagina was turning red, the lust for pleasure mixed with the burning pain. And that made it even stronger.

The virgin vagina that had known so little pleasure, defenselessly open to the master's whip, was being brutally punished, burning in the waves of piercing pain that followed each blow.

After delivering a few dozen blows and seeing that her vagina was beaten to a reddened state, the guy stopped.

“I'm going to fuck you, but are you even sure you'll have an orgasm?” - He asked.

The man undressed. Valeria saw his huge erect dick eight inches long and two wide.

The guy himself was wildly aroused from the sexual torture of a naked helpless adorable fourteen year old virgin he had just subjected her to. His cock stood as if it were not a man's sex organ but a hardwood dildo that knew no fatigue and no mercy.

He put on the contraceptive and climbed on the bed on top of the girl, choosing a comfortable position for sex.

Without saying anything he just began to penetrate his cock into her battered, but from this even more excited and eager for pleasure vagina.

Valeria felt the pressure, it was painful, uncomfortable, but her whole being was waiting and craving it.

The pressure quickly increased and the hard cock of a young man full of vigor burst into her vagina, filling her entire space.

The girl's body arched even though she was bound and pinned down by the weight of the big strong man.

The ropes were stretched to the limit and the iron bed to which they were tied rattled from the strain.

The wave of pain that had clouded Valeria's mind was subsiding, exposing and intensifying her incredible ever-increasing thirst for pleasure, her thirst for orgasm.

Valeria nodded her head in response and the guy removed his hand from her mouth.

She clenched her teeth again and he began to fuck her, a little slowly at first, but then faster and faster.

Her vagina clenched hard on his huge cock, which slid back and forth inside her, giving her great pleasure.

She felt nothing in this universe anymore, not even the ropes cutting into her wrists and ankles, she felt only the movements of her partner's cock, no, not her partner - her master, slave owner, tormentor and rapist, who was fucking her quickly and mercilessly to satisfy his and her sexual desire.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed, the pleasure was growing and was already approaching its peak.

She experienced an orgasm of such power that she simply forgot about everything on this earth.

The pleasure engulfed her completely, robbing her of consciousness and reason. The all-consuming ecstasy was her mind, her world.

The guy, who was ready to orgasm, cummed inside her, then took out his cock from her vagina.

She was lying on the bed with half-closed eyes, exhausted and breathing quietly.

Her head was leaning impotently to the side. Her mouth was open and a small blissful smile froze on her face.

“Valeria, are you okay at all?” - The guy asked, patting her cheek with the palm of his hand.

The young man left her lying on the bed and went to his room. The girl just needed a good rest.

Valeria hung powerlessly on the railing of the galley board, to which she was firmly tied. In her vagina was a huge, unusually shaped artificial phallus, which could not be pulled back out as it was secured by leather ramen attached to her belt. Valeria was exactly there. Aboard the galley. Just through the pain and humiliation she had experienced the strongest orgasm caused by perverted sex with an artificial phallus. She no longer perceived objective reality, but felt the galley standing in the harbor at the dock as the truth in the last instance.

Valeria was strong not only with her body, which she regularly trained with fitness, gymnasts, and sometimes with metal simulators.

The whole point was that Valeria was strong in spirit, strong in consciousness, strong in imagination, strong in perception of feelings and images. She had a strong, really powerful consciousness. And it was this consciousness that amplified physiological sensations many times over. Bringing them to a state of pure unrivaled and complete ecstasy.

Chapter 16a

All the next week Valeria waited for the weekend to continue studying her favorite book.

She refused to attend gym class, citing illness. Though in fact her whole body was covered with traces of cruel flogging and in the locker room when she changed her school uniform for a tracksuit all the girls would see it. Which Valeria didn't want at all.

By Friday evening all traces of flogging had passed, and the girl, having done her homework and all other household chores, again secluded herself to read a book.

She carefully pulled the book from its hiding place on the bottom shelf of the closet.

At the mere sight of the cover and touching the book, the girl immediately felt her young blood boil like water in the center of a nuclear reactor.

She lay on the bed with her legs bent at the knees and her thighs wide apart, her left hand holding the open book and her right hand slowly stroking her clitoris and labia.

The sun had already risen and was illuminating the galley with its early soft rays.

Everyone on the galley was bustling about. The sailors drove the slaves to the workstations and chained them to them, connecting the ring between the chain of leg irons with the ring fixed on the floor of the galley, passing a long chain between them, which fixed a whole row of slaves at once and closed on the last ring at the stern of the galley with a lock.

“ - Well, bitch, did you get the pleasure?” - Asked the slave Master, who approached her from behind.

The naked girl, dangling in a half-sitting-half-lying position from the side of the galley to which her hands were tied, woke up and shuddered.

Then she was struck on the back by a powerful blow of the whip, which made her shriek loudly.

"- Understand, you fucking bitch, if your master asks you something, you must answer at once, briefly and clearly and to the point. Is that understood?

- So, beautiful, did you enjoy your first sexual experience on our humble vessel?"

The girl was on her knees. Her white thighs were stained with the blood of a virgin. The strap holding back the artificial phallus in her vagina was also covered in caked blood.

It was hard for the girl to move because of the rough artificial penis inserted into her tender, still very young but already mercilessly raped vagina.

She did not even feel the pain in her hands tied to the board, all her sensations were reduced to the touch of the artificial phallus in her vagina, which she could not pull out and which moved slightly inside her when she tried to move.

It was excruciatingly painful and humiliating, but such was her first sex and her first orgasm.

“Yes, I liked it, Master... But I beg you, please take it out for the sake of all the gods, please....” - Sobbing from crying she said.

"Okay. Guys, untie her and take the toy out of her cunt." - said the Slave Master.

A couple of sailors quickly ran over to the girl, with their strong nimble fingers they untangled all the ropes. One of the sailors unbuckled and removed the bloody belt.

“Now, bitch, work without hands” - Said the Captain: - “Push the artificial phallus out of the vagina using the muscles of the vagina itself.”

“ Please Master, for the sake of all the gods....” - The slave girl received a slap that almost made her fall off her feet. Her cheek lit up with a swooping pain.

"Bitch, I gave you your assignment clearly, what's your problem, bitch? " - Master showed the slave the whip.

“Yes Master...” - Said through tears the slave girl and began to try to squeeze the spike-covered artificial cock with thickened rounded tip with her still quite weak and untrained vaginal muscles.

She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes, bent her legs at the knees, hooked her fingers into her thighs and began to push the artificial penis out. Due to its shape - blunt rounded spikes all over its surface and a rounded thickening at the end, the cock came out slowly and painfully.

The whole crew looked at her, the slaves and sailors and even many people from other galleys and from the shore dropped their business and looked at her.

Finally the girl with a groan: “OOOooooooooooooo..........” pushed her cock out and it fell to the deck.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........” - Said the slave girl barely audible and losing her strength she staggered and started to fall to the floor, but one of the strong sailors picked her up and helped her to her feet.

This was followed by another slap, “Cheer up bitch, you still have an artificial phallus and belt to wash.” - said the Slave Master and looking at one of the sailors said: “Give her a bucket with a rope and a trough, let her scoop up the overboard water and wash the instrument that has given her so much pleasure this night.”

Valeria was already so horny that her throat was dry and her lips were cracking. She had already managed to penetrate her vagina with her fingers and fuck herself with her hand as it was only possible for a girl, though very young, but trained by fitness and gymnasts.

At the mention of the artificial penis, which through pain and tears fell out of her vagina, Valeria orgasmed strongly again, and, tired, hiding the book under the pillow, fell asleep, barely gathering the last strength to get under the blanket.

Chapter 16b

The next day, secluded in her room, Valeria undressed again, opened a book and began to read:

They had been rowing for the third day. It was calm and the sail was useless. The owner was worried about the delay in the delivery of goods, he was angry as a tiger and snapped at everyone. And with the words “Row faster, you bastard bastard” he would beat one or another of the slaves with a whip. The slaves would shriek and row with renewed vigor.

The young slave girl also handled the oar. She sat completely naked on a stiff wooden bench with her bare feet on the bench in front of her.

The Mediterranean sun was mercilessly burning her still white, soft skin from three days ago, which by the third day of the journey had already become visibly swarthy and burned with the pain of the sun's rays.

On her shoulders and the back of her neck, the skin was not just tanned, it was blistered and peeling. It was as if my shoulders, nape of the neck, and upper back had been peeled off and salted.

The whip of the slave master, which again went over her tender body, sparing neither her back, nor her buttocks, nor her large luxurious breasts with large nipples surrounded by dark aureoles, added to the pain. The sun burned particularly hard where the whip struck.

Her young body, which had not yet known such hard physical labor, was straining with all its might. The oar was very massive, and even though she was pulling it with another slave, stronger and more experienced, it was still very hard.

It was necessary to dip the oar into the water, strain as hard as possible to make a quick rhythmic movement, without breaking from the general rhythm of all the other rowers, then lift the oar and hold it above the water, returning to the original position. At the age of 16, for a girl to handle a huge, massive wooden oar was a task beyond human capabilities.

On the first day, the slave had blisters on her hands, some bleeding a little and leaving bloody spots on the paddle. It hurt her to even hold the paddle, but she had to hold it, or the slave owner promised to do something terrible. Hang her upside down and dip her head in a barrel of water and whip her chest and buttocks until her head was in the water. Then lift it up, taking the head out of the barrel, and after a little breathing time, put it down again.

And she held the paddle. She held it, grasping it with such force, as if it were not an oar, but a stick, which from the boat is stretched out to a drowning man that he, grabbing it, to save his life.

She pulled the oar. All the muscles of her young body were straining to the limit. Every muscle was sore and burning. Sweat was pouring down her body, its salty drops burning her skin, already scorched by the sun and the whips of the slave master. Her hands and feet were already shackled, rounded iron rings connected by a chain. The chains and shackles were rusty from the moist salty sea air, the rust was not present only where they came into contact with her body, because the grease coming from her skin. Protected the metal from corrosion. The shackles were never removed and the slave felt the touch of the rough metal, its hardness and weight constantly.

She kept the rhythm of the paddling. Kept at the cost of the utmost effort of body and mind. It felt to her like hard sex with a strong and hardy man that wouldn't stop for hours. Her naked body flexed in a monotonous rhythm of reciprocating movements. As she brought the paddle forward, it touched her large, tender firm breasts just in the area of her nipples, squeezing them slightly.

Abrasions appeared on her feet, which were pressed into the bench. It hurt to push down, but she kept pushing down, no matter what. She was learning to work through the pain.

Through the pain and the shame. All the rowers on the boat were men, and even though they worked hard, they sometimes managed to glance at her. It was a look of brutal sexual lust, devoid of any respect or romance. Pure desire to brutally fuck this beautiful and already slightly trained body.

My throat was dry with thirst, but water was only distributed at certain times. It was impossible to ask: “Give me some water please”. You had to wait your turn.

The toilet was also on a schedule. Periodically, one of the slaves would go around the other slaves with a pot where they urinated and when the pot was full, he would pour its contents overboard. One had to wait for the round and one's turn and then urinate in the pot in front of all the male slaves, sailors and the slave owner.

Peeing on deck was not allowed and was also punished severely. The offender was simply not given water.

But the sun gradually began to set. And the sailor on the bow of the galley saw in the distance the island and the bridges of the wharf.

The frowning and tense captain exhaled with relief: "Bastards! Come on, row fast, there's still some time left, don't let me down or I'll whip you all to hell!"

The slave and the other slaves rowed with renewed vigor, bringing the galley closer and closer to the dock.

Chapter 16c

The galley stood moored to the pier. The sailors had tied the ropes that held her near the bridge and kept her from drifting away with the smooth, fleeing tide.

On the other shore there were already merchants, some holding abacuses, scrolls of parchment, waxed boards with sharply sharpened styluses.

The captain came out to meet an old merchant with a long gray beard and rich clothes, the luxury of which made him stand out from the crowd.

"- Praise the gods, my old friend, that you were able to break through this doldrums. At last..." - Said the merchant.

"Everything is according to the contract, the bread has been delivered on time. Your citizens will not starve." replied the Captain.

"- The wheat must be sold tomorrow morning. The people are already irritated. I don't want them to start rioting.

“Hey bastards!” - he shouted, turning to the slaves, "There's a new job for you. Your shackles will now be unhooked from the deck. Go to the hold, grab the grain sacks and haul them ashore."

The slaves sighed sadly and heavily at these words. The young slave girl was disturbed by what she heard and looked around apprehensively.

"Disband the slaves! And make sure no bastard tries to escape!" - yelled the captain and the sailors began to quickly open the locks and remove the chains that chained the shackles to the deck.

“What are you standing there for, you animals!” - Shouted the captain when the chains were removed from the rings, "Get to work! Unload everything before sundown!"

Slaves went down into the hold, grabbed the sacks and dragged them to the pier. Everyone worked like ants building their anthill.

"What the fuck are you standing up for! Work with the rest of us!" - He yelled at the young slave girl, whip-beaten, naked, sun-scorched, with calluses and abrasions on her feet and hands.

“And at sixteen I was already hauling stones for the ballista!” - yelled the Slave Master and struck her buttocks with all his might with the whip, “Well, go, quickly!”.

The girl shuddered from the blow and followed everyone into the hold, grabbed the sack and dragged it from the hold to the shore across the pier bridges.

Every step was painful for her chafed feet. Her hands could barely hold the sack. She staggered. Sweat continued to drip down her already tanned, naked body.

But after throwing one sack on the pile, she clenched her teeth and walked steadily after the second. And so on.

The sun touched the sea water and, illuminating it with beautiful purple reflections, began to hide behind the water surface and fade away.

The last sack fell on the pile, which on the other side was already being dismantled by the slaves belonging to the merchant and dragged to the storehouse.

“That's it, you bastards, wash up and get to the galley, quick!” - yelled the captain again. “All wash up, I don't need you to get over the disease and infect me, then who will work and make a profit!”

The water was hot. Salty. Scalding the wounds, but also enveloping them in a soft, relaxing warmth.

"All right, wash up! - all to the galley!" - barked the Captain again like a dog.

The slaves entered the galley. The last to go was a young slave girl, closing the chain of people climbing aboard.

“And now, you bastards, the best part!” - yelled the Slavemaster again: You've all done a good job, so you'll be rewarded!

The slaves began to smile slyly and cast slanted glances at the girl, who looked around in fear, realizing that it was probably about her.

The moon had risen, and it covered the deck of the galley with a soft, silvery, cold light. In which everything was clearly visible - the details of the ship, the coiled sail, the ropes, the ship's blocks, the oars, the benches, the side railings, the multitude of strong muscular men and the young naked beautiful girl among them.

The bewildered slave girl was grabbed by two slaves and dragged to the middle of the deck.

One grabbed her head, bent her over, and shoved his already erect big hard cock into her mouth.

The other came up behind her, grabbed her hips and began to penetrate her vagina roughly and quickly.

The girl felt as one cock fully penetrated her vagina and the other penetrated her mouth all the way down her throat, so that it even became difficult to breathe.

She stood in the middle of the deck, shackled and collared and taking cocks in both her holes, humiliated, helpless, fully available free slut.

The slave fucking her mouth said to her: “Now you are our slut, suck my cock, why don't you suck it?” - And slapped her face.

It was hard, the cock was big and pushed into her throat so that she had to choose moments between moving the cock in and out of her mouth just to catch her breath.

And she wanted to breathe very badly, as the slave behind her was fucking her very hard, not caring at all about her comfort and pleasure. And that made her breathe hard and deep in a rapid rhythm. She was just a tool for them to fulfill out of needs, not a human being or even an animal.

But through the pain and shame, she felt the arousal that was gradually building. Shame, pain, violence, fear, helplessness excited her, she felt like a disempowered whore and she enjoyed it.

The cock of the slave fucking her from behind brought pleasure, albeit violent, perverse, but quite intense. She tried to suck well on the cock that was in front. She didn't think about anything anymore and just wanted to give herself to the elements of this cruel mad passion.

Both slaves cummed, she swallowed the cum and licked the cock, the other slave's cum filled her vagina.

The first pair of slaves were replaced by a second pair of slaves. Everything was repeating itself. New big strong cocks pierced her mouth and vagina. She felt an orgasm, one, one, two, three....

Now for her there was nothing in the world but these big beautiful hard full of strength cocks, she sucked with all passion, overcoming fatigue and pain. She moved her hips in time with the slave fucking her from behind. And she liked it.

Her vagina became very wet and flowed with great force, moisture just dripped from it, lubricating the new cocks that penetrated this vagina. Some were regular sized and some were big, and she wanted the big ones.

“Fuck me, more, more, I'm your bitch, I'm nothing, I'm a slut, fuck me...fuck me.....” - she was saying. She couldn't get to her feet anymore.

The girl was lifted up and tied to the galley railing facing towards the pier. Her vagina and anus were available

She felt her anus being lubricated with vegetable oil. An oiled finger penetrated her and thoroughly lubricated everything inside.

The cock entered hard, roughly, but slowly, stretching to the pain of an anus not used to anal sex and overcoming the resistance of an ass that had never been fucked before and was not used to receiving cocks.

The cock was big and she howled in pain and, even though she was already completely tired, shuddered when it came in fully, but then hung tied to the railing again.

She was sobbing softly in time with each thrust of his cock “Aaaa....Aaaa...Aaaa...” And suddenly she felt it - through the pain and shame of her first anal sex, rough and brutal, a powerful anal orgasm piercing her entire body and mind with a wave of bliss. She tensed one last time, shuddered, moaned loudly and hung unconsciously on the railing to which she was tied.

"Untie her, said the captain, adjusting his robes after having sex with his slave. Lay her on the bench, let her sleep. Do not wake until she is rested. We'll continue tomorrow.

Valeria orgasmed again. Finishing the chapter and playing with her vagina with her fingers she was already close to orgasm. But after reading about anal sex, she put the book under her pillow, inserted two fingers into her anus, and intensified her masturbation with the other hand she had been masturbating with while reading the book, orgasming with the two fingers stretching her anus. Her anus throbbed pleasantly as she squeezed her fingers. The orgasm gave her a new wave of sweet bliss, robbing her of her strength and she fell asleep on her bed, curled up like a cat and putting the hand she used to caress her clit between her legs.

Chapter 16d

They stepped outside and walked down the road through a small green blooming May park.

- Not to the apartment. But me and my friends are going camping soon, early June. We were gonna go as a group of men, but if you want to go.

- All right. I'll warn people. We'll bring enough condoms and lubricant. And ropes. Everything will be at its best."

That was the end of their conversation and they went back to their apartments in silence.

"We're leaving tomorrow. Get ready," said Valeria to the boyfriend who met her at the apartment door in the evening.

She carefully shaved her vagina area so that not a single hair remained. She also removed her armpit hair. And she had gone over her head with a clipper so that there was almost no hair left, only the gray shade of the very short shaved black hair was blurred by the smooth white skin of her scalp. To hide it she had already prepared a cap - a baseball cap.

She told her parents that she was going to scout camp, and her parents were glad, because they wanted the child to be in nature, not in the city dust in four concrete walls of the apartment.

Her boyfriend met her in the morning, took her by the hand and led her behind him.

After walking one block they met a group of friends. There were four other guys standing outside a wide, large capacity car. Two were 16, one 18 and one 19. All were of strong athletic build, though what else would you expect from hikers.

The boyfriend introduced all his friends to Valerie. None of them smoked, if they drank, they only drank beer sometimes, nothing strong. One was a swimmer and even had a couple of awards. Another was a jogger, only for himself, had no awards, and was thin, but slim, strong and wiry. The third was of average height, but with a massive muscular body, as he was fond of weightlifting. The fourth nineteen year old guy stood out in particular, he was a particularly strong tall black man who was into basketball.

All the guys looked at young Valeria with intense interest. It was as if the girl could feel their greedy gazes sliding over her strong graceful beautiful young body, barely covered by a light top and short jean shorts.

She looked them in the eye and smiled back. Everyone had been warned about everything. And she gave them her personal approval with that gesture.

“Alright friends, backpacks in the trunk and let's go!” - Her boyfriend said loudly, “We're in for a very interesting hike.” At that, everyone laughed merrily and lightly.

The driver dropped them off at the side of the road, said goodbye, and drove off.

The forest stretched for miles in different directions. The soft pleasant smell of pine resin and the quiet sound of the wind brought an atmosphere of lightness and freedom.

The company of five guys and a beautiful young girl was all alone, there was no one for miles around. Cell phones didn't pick up a signal and all they had to communicate with the outside world were two walkie-talkies in shockproof cases, and that was only for emergencies.

They walked about a hundred yards into the woods, away from the highway. The boyfriend was gently leading the girl by the hand, and his friends were walking behind him, all in tense anticipation.

When they got deeper into the woods so that they couldn't be seen from the highway, all the guys stood around the girl in a circle and the boyfriend said to her, "That's it, bitch. Take your clothes off.

The girl slowly undressed, exposing her beautiful young body. Her large firm tender breasts with large nipples and large dark aureoles around them, which contrasted with the white skin of her breasts, and her large rounded buttocks and wide thighs, between which there were so desired by all guys holes for the satisfaction of their passions, immediately caught the eye.

She took off her baseball cap, revealing her smoothly trimmed head as she did so, and smiled slightly, shivering with excitement.

He picked up a small saw and stepped aside. From far away, the squeak of the saw on the branch was heard.

The other four guys started touching, groping Valerie. They touched her breasts, her thighs, her buttocks, rubbed her clit with their fingers, and she stood still and obediently, doing her boyfriend's bidding.

“Indeed we got a beautiful slut today” stated the black guy, “I hope my cock gives you a lot of pleasure, slut... Did you know that black guys are good lovers?” - He continued.

“I know what you're talking about,” the girl replied and smiled again through her fear and excitement.

The boyfriend returned with a long straight branch and said: “Bend over and spread your legs.”

Valerie stood up as he said, resting her hands on the ground. Her boyfriend spread her buttocks and pointed to her vagina and anus, which were on display for all to see. Everyone saw a tender anus not at all developed by regular anal sex and a smoothly shaved cunt just barely beginning to fuck. "Friends, this bitch is barely tarhaned, I've only fucked this cunt a few times. But nevertheless, I want to share her with you, my good friends. I hope we all enjoy it and our bitch will too. But be patient, we need to get to the right place to camp there." - Boyfriend said.

Valerie obediently stood up as he said, spreading her arms in opposite directions.

"Now this bitch is our true powerless slave. We will exploit her as we wish for whatever we wish. Help me out - put the stick against her arms on the side of her back and hold it for a few minutes." The two guys took the stick and put it to her back, and Valerie's Boyfriend got some rope out of his backpack and started tying her arms to the stick so she couldn't bend them.

The tight, elastic synthetic rope wrapped around the coils of the girl's arms, though trained, but still delicate and graceful. The rope squeezed her muscles and pressed her skin against the rough, poorly cut branch, so that Valeria felt the poorly cut knots cut into the flesh of her arms and back. She felt her hands pressed by the coils of rope into the rough hard wood.

The boyfriend pulled out a wide leather dog collar with three rows of short white spikes around the perimeter, put it around the girl's neck and buckled it: “Guys, the slave girl will help us in transporting the cargo, hitch two backpacks on the sides.”

The black guy and the athletic guy as if mocking, (they were the strongest in this company) hung their backpacks on a stick on opposite sides and tied them so the backpacks wouldn't slip.

The boyfriend continued: "Jake, our African friend, knows the forest best, he will go first. You follow him. Don't fall behind. Is that understood?"

The boyfriend swung his whip and slapped Valeria hard on the back so that she flinched and cried out in pain and surprise, “Go, bitch, go!”

Valeria, bending under the weight of two backpacks filled to capacity, walked forward, trying to keep steady and clear.

“Bags... Unload from the galley....Everything for real....” - She smiled a little through her tears as the second blow that hit her buttocks made her stagger again.

Valeria, trying not to bend under the weight of the backpacks, walked faster. She could barely keep the rhythm of her steps, being overloaded by the double load and barely keeping up with the strong young guys.

Every time she was even a little behind, she was whipped on the back. A new pain pierced her back and buttocks and stayed burning on them after the whip. The pain from the previous blow had not yet had time to pass and she was already receiving a new one and a new one and a new one.

But she was coming, coming with all her might. Drops of sweat crawled down her naked breasts, back, buttocks, thighs, belly. Those on her back and buttocks burned salt into the whip-affected skin.

But nevertheless Valeria was aroused, she could feel how much she wanted sex. Her nipples became erect again and her vagina moist. Her clitoris began to burn with the desire to touch, masturbate or have sex. But her hands were tied and touching herself was impossible and forbidden. Now she had to do hard hard labor at the limit of human possibilities.

She felt herself going into euphoria. The heat, physical labor, pain, humiliation and excitement from everything that was happening, from what these adult guys were doing to her, caused her a state of long deep stable euphoria. The feeling of pain and fatigue was weakening and her body was filling with some kind of beastly power. She straightened up almost completely and strode after Jack with a firm step.

Chapter 16e

They walked for a long time along a winding forest path, intertwined with many other forest paths in an intricate network, but Jake always got the direction right.

The stick tied to Valerie's arms bent her to the ground under the weight of the backpacks, scratching her skin and cutting into her flesh harder and harder. The ropes squeezed her weakening arms with more and more force.

She was already tired from hours of walking. Each step was getting harder and harder. But she kept going no matter what. She was already breathing hard and could hear her heart pounding and her breaths were getting deeper and heavier.

But the girl didn't complain. Even when she felt a little dizzy from fatigue and heat, she continued to walk forward.

Overstretching of mental and physical forces, shame from the fact that grown-up guys look at her, naked shaved, seeing the tension of her naked body, as well as periodic blows of the whip for lagging 1 - 2 steps behind the guide, only deepened her euphoria.

Her back and buttocks were covered with whip marks again, from the back of her head to her thighs everything was covered with long red stripes.

The boyfriend was hitting hard, with a swing, not sparing his girlfriend at all. The way one beats a draft animal that slows down carrying a load.

“Go, bitch, go!” - he shouted periodically, striking her with the heavy whip.

He bought the whip from a store that specialized in equestrian sports, the kind used to chase horses. The whip was made of genuine leather, it was particularly hard and heavy, and its blows, designed for the rough horsehide rather than the delicate skin of a fourteen-year-old girl, were particularly painful.

Valeria shuddered and shrieked with each blow. But no matter what, she kept going, crying, clenching her teeth, breathing heavily.

“That's it, bitch, here we go!” - The boyfriend said loudly as their company came to a clearing by a small lake.

“A spring and lots of clean water, just what we need for camp,” Jake confirmed.

“Friends, unload the pony, she's done a good job, we need to get her drunk.” - Boyfriend added.

The other two boys walked over to Valeria. They took off her backpacks, untied the rope holding the stick to her arms.

When they untied the stick, Valeria said, “Ohhhh...” and fell to the ground.

Jake walked over to her and brought the flask and pure spring water to her lips. She put her lips to the neck and drank it greedily. It seemed to be not water but a divine elixir, so pleasant was its taste after three hours of walking under heavy luggage in hot weather along the winding uneven forest path, where sweat streamed down from her.

“Let it lie there for now” - Said the boyfriend, “Nick, you give me a hand, take the hatchet, there's something I need to do, come with me...”

“Uh-huh...” - replied the stocky bodybuilder guy and followed Valerie's Boyfriend into the woods, from where they heard the gnashing of a saw and the clatter of an axe.

They then returned with four sharpened stakes over two feet long and 1/2 to 2 inches in diameter.

The boyfriend marked out part of the clearing into a large rectangle two yards wide and three yards long and began driving the stakes into the ground.

“Sam, what are you doing?” - Jake asked Valerie's boyfriend, “What the hell is this, that's no way to pitch a tent...”

“You'll see it all now, drag our whore to the center of the rectangle” Replied Sam.

Jake easily lifted the young girl into his arms, walked a few steps and carefully placed her in the center of the rectangle of stakes driven into the ground.

Sam pulled out a large coil of hemp rope, the kind used on ships in the old days. This rope, unlike the soft, fine-fibered synthetics, had coarse fibers that chafed the skin, and tying it was especially painful.

But he began to knit her arm. Tight, stiff coils of rope wrapped around Valerie's left wrist and then tightened into a tight knot. The same was repeated with the other arm.

Then Sam pulled the two ends of the ropes so that they guided Valerie's arms forward and sideways toward the stakes.

Valerie let out a long sob, “Ahhhh...” as the ropes tied to her legs began to tighten and lock her motionless in the X position where she would be completely helpless and available for sex.

“That's it, that's enough, now wind the stretched rope around the stake, Nick!” - Sam continued, and together they made several coils of rope around the stakes each."

“Now knit,” said Sam and in sync with Nick they tied knots on the other two stakes.

Valerie found herself in the same position as on the iron bed, but this time the tension was much stronger.

“Well, who's first?” - Sem said, pulling out packs of condoms. Everyone looked amongst themselves until they were staring at Jake, who smiled his predatory white smile against his coal-black lips.

Chapter 16f

Jake began to undress. Valeria tried to watch it, though she had to hold her head in an awkward position to do so.

He took off his T-shirt first, exposing the athlete's powerful black torso. Perfect, harmoniously developed muscles looked like a super hero from a sci-fi movie. The black color of his skin only added more beauty to this sight.

After that, he took off his shorts. The other guys began to smile, and Valeria from surprise even opened her mouth and her eyes widened.

She saw an erect cock ten inches long and a little over two inches wide, probably 2 and 1/2...

The horror of realizing that this cock was about to enter her made her wildly aroused. Tied, stretched out between the stakes, completely helpless. In front of the guy, who was just a blatant sex machine, she felt a particularly intense arousal.

She heard him come over and lay on top of her, felt the touch of his body against hers.

The cock touched her labia first. By now her vagina was already wet and flowing so that even her buttocks were wet.

It entered slowly, inch by inch, overcoming the resistance of the still poorly trained vagina that had only recently lost its virginity.

Valerie was shaking as if in a fever, she was shaking her head from one side to the other, twitching and wriggling, and doing it not of her own free will but instinctively. But the bandage made by the strong guys held her tight, not letting her move an inch from her position or change her posture.

Sweat began to rain down on her again, droplets of it covering the big, soft breasts, the thighs, the belly of the beautiful young girl.

Jake was already breathing rapidly with excitement, and even growling a little, like a predator eating its prey.

There was plenty of moisture in her vagina, and so Jake's huge cock was still advancing into her still quite untrained vagina.

“1/3, in” - Reported the guys, sitting on the ground and enjoying the sight, “Jake, we believe in you, advance.” Jake responded with a growl that sounded neither like a human laugh nor a beast's growl, but something in between.

It was torture, but Valerie didn't know whether it was pain and shame or pleasure.

All the guys watched as this huge black cock of an experienced adult man entered her tender extremely sensitive vagina of an inexperienced teenager.

Every inch of his advance was painful, the unused vagina was stretched, but the pain was followed by pleasure and more and more growing wild crazy excitement.

She felt her vagina squeezing that hard elastic cock, felt its shape, its surface, the contact of the inner walls of her vagina and its skin through the thin layer of her vaginal moisture.

The girl who had once been Valerie and was now a bitch was no longer just panting, hissing through her teeth.

She was moaning, gasping with pain, shame and pleasure, emitting both inhaling and exhaling long, "Aaaaaa..... Aaaaaa......."

Her eyes were closed, her head pressed against the soft ground in an attempt to reflexively pull back. Her hips shook with ecstatic spasms. The orgasm was close at hand.

"And your girl has great talents, it's the perfect slut really. I envy you, Sem," Nick said either sadly or jokingly.

But the bitch didn't hear it anymore. She didn't hear, perceive or feel anything at all except for the huge cock tightly gripped to the sweet pain of the stretched muscles of her vagina, which, having reached its limit, began to move inside her, gradually increasing its pace.

“That's it, it's all the way in... She's definitely going to cum now, bitch...” - came one of the voices.

The bitch was no longer moaning, she howled like a wounded animal, but not so much from pain as from the pleasure she was being driven into by the hard bandage, the shame, the pain and the huge cock moving inside her, frantically stimulating her erogenous points and making her feel like a slave on a galley being raped. Brutally and mercilessly.

She felt an orgasm. During which she screamed so loudly and shrilly that the guys watching it shuddered for a moment.

The bitch's world plunged back into complete, all-consuming, blissful darkness, in which there was only one thing left - piercing and all-encompassing pleasure. Her breathing stopped for a few seconds and even her heart stopped for a few moments. Then she stopped wriggling and sprawled on the ground, relaxed, letting out a low wheeze.

Chapter 16g

Her name had already been reduced and guys called her that bitch or just bitch. Or your bitch when addressing Semu.

But Valeria heard everything as if she was half asleep, she lay there exhausted and breathed slowly and deeply in bliss.

After the orgasm she wanted to urinate, but being tied up, she could not go into the forest and urinate there.

The urge to urinate was already causing a slight burning and discomfort. So she did something she had never done before in her life. With a quiet still audible sigh of “ahhhhh” she began to urinate in the bound position, feeling great relief.

The stream of urine felt especially hot now after the hard sex and the best part was that the act of urinating was also a pleasure.

The stream of urine flowed onto the soft porous forest floor and was quickly absorbed almost without residue.

“Mmmmmm.....” - as quietly relieved Valerie moaned as the stream of urine stopped.

“So Jacob, our black comrade has already shown his immense talents, which we all no doubt envy. But you have some talents too, don't you?” - To which the tall, skinny, wiry runner Jacob smiled evilly. Behind him, everyone else giggled.

“What's that all about anyway?” - he said suddenly, seeing the drops of moisture on the grass near her vagina.

“A bitch must only urinate with our permission, is that understood? Is that clear to you bitch?”

“Y...Yes....” - replied Valeria, though barely, still realizing what was happening through the fog of euphoria enveloping her mind.

Sem went off into the woods with the knife. He soon returned with a bundle of long young flexible and thin rods, two feet long each.

“Yes...” - she replied quietly. There was no energy for loud and clear answers.

Sem sat down next to the bitch, took a thin and long rod in his hand, swung it around and with a whistle brought it down on Valeria's breasts so that the rod struck both of her hard large nipples.

He continued to strike, taking a high swing and she shuddered and moaned softly each time the rod struck her sensitive flesh again.

After 20 strokes her breasts were covered in thin long streaks burning with pain.

The clothespins were two narrow, long plastic plates with a coiled spring with two bent tails holding them together.

The clothespins were new, the spring was strong and not worn, not at all stretched yet.

He pulled Valerie's nipple with his fingers, opened the clothespin as wide as he could and put it on his slave's left nipple.

The new spring, wanting to straighten, pressed on the plastic parts and they began to slowly squeeze the slave's large hard erect nipples.

“If you disobey again, it will hurt more. The forest is large. There are enough twigs. And I have two packs of clothespins - 40 pieces.”

Valeria answered nothing. She lay in a semi-conscious state, in a deep bliss that was permeated by the pain of the breast flogging and more and more permeated by the pain of the clothespins.

“We'll punish your clitoris and labia too if you don't obey, is that clear, bitch?”

“Yes...” - she moaned. She was little capable of intelligible human speech, only moans. Even answering “Yes” was an effort.

Sem stepped back. Valeria thought she had been left alone with the clothespins, the pain from which increasingly pierced her adorably large nipples.

But suddenly he was back. With a half-liter plastic bottle two-thirds full. Sem shook it frantically, and Valeria noticed, even in her semi-conscious state, that the water, murky with small white crystals, was becoming clearer and clearer as the crystals dissolved in it.

“Yeah, to make life not seem like sugar to you, I made some salt water here...” - Sem said, unscrewed the cap from the bottle and began to pour a thin stream of salt water over Valeria's flogged breasts.

At first Valeria felt nothing but cold water spreading over her hot breasts, which soothed and refreshed her skin.

But after a few seconds she began to feel the streaks from the flogging of her breasts start to burn harder and harder.

The bliss was mixing deeper and deeper with the pain, and she didn't know where one ended and the other began.

Chapter 16h

“This is hell...” Valeria thought, breathing slowly and deeply to cope with the pain she was experiencing.

The skin on her whipped chest burned as if a soldering iron had been pressed against it and left there. Her nipples had turned into points of unbearable pain; it seemed as if Valeria no longer had nipples, only large, erect lumps of searing agony.

All this was intensified by the sun, which had long since risen high in the sky and was shining with all its piercing June power, burning the slave's whipped chest, drenched in concentrated salt water.

But the most terrifying and beautiful thing was that the pain from her tortured breasts aroused Valeria, the pain intertwined with and engulfing her ecstasy, now turning into ecstasy itself, slowly flowing into it.

She wanted to spread her legs wider, she wanted to masturbate her vagina, she wanted a cock to enter her and fuck her good.

But at the same time, she couldn't move a leg or an arm. And she no longer knew what she felt more strongly — the hellish pain in her nipples or the desire for pleasure in her clitoris.

Her hands and feet hurt where they were tied, she felt every twist of the rough rope wrapping around and squeezing her delicate skin, on which she once loved to apply softening cream after bathing.

Sam bent down and removed the clothespins from her nipples, massaging them a little.

After the clothespins were removed, the dull pain surged with a new wave, and Valeria moaned softly.

Sam took a large canister of water and began to pour it over her chest and then over her entire body.

The cold, clean spring water quickly washed away the salt and cooled the marks from the whipping, which brought Valeria relief.

She reflexively tried to spread her legs and throw her head back, closing her eyes. Although in her position, this was impossible.

“Come on, Jacob, go ahead!” the other guys encouraged the tall, wiry gymnast.

Yes, his erect penis was an unusual shape, the skin on the head of his penis looked rough and was dry and stiff. The head was completely exposed and the skin behind it was stretched tight. There was no frenulum visible.

But his cock wasn't huge, only 6 inches long and just under 2 inches wide, so Valeria didn't expect anything supernatural. The guy was tall and well-built, but thin and without particularly strong muscles, like Sam and the rest of his friends.

Jacob lay on top of her and quickly and unceremoniously penetrated her vagina, which had already been well developed by Jake.

Jacob started fucking her like a crazy rabbit that had escaped from a rabbit monastery and was seeing a female rabbit for the first time in his life.

He moved his cock with great force and speed, not afraid of damaging his roughened foreskin and tearing his frenulum, which he simply did not have.

At the same time, his face expressed the wild look of a barbarian who had finally broken into the hated Rome and was ready to break and destroy its beautiful statues.

He did not hold back his approaching orgasm; he fucked hard, fast, and rough, like a sex machine with an electric drive and a silicone phallus. He fucked in a thirst to bring the moment of orgasm closer.

Valeria orgasmed three minutes after they started having sex, but the guy kept going and couldn't cum. He only came 15 minutes later, when Valeria was already feeling another orgasm coming on.

But after 5 minutes, Jacob's penis was erect again, he put on a new condom and started fucking Valeria again with the same fury.

This was repeated 7 times. After 13-15 minutes, he orgasmed, rested for 5 minutes and continued to fuck her.

This continued until Valeria burst into tears. She didn't know why she was crying, whether it was from pleasure from her sixth or eighth orgasm, or from fatigue and exhaustion, as she no longer had the strength to endure it.

Sam put his hand on Jacob's shoulder: “Friend, I sympathize with you, but the girl is really tired. Next time she'll suck you off.”

“Okay,” Jacob replied, took his cock out of her pussy, removed the condom, and began to masturbate, stroking her large soft breasts.

Her whole body, all her muscles burned from within. The fatigue rolled over her with such force that it was simply unbearable to remain conscious.

She relaxed completely, her arms, legs, and head fell onto the grass and froze motionless. Valeria fell into a deep, unbreakable sleep.

“Okay, Nick, untie her,” said Sam, and the guys began to untie the knots on her hands and feet, after which Jake again took her beautiful sleeping body in his arms and carried her to the shade, where he carefully laid her under a large tall tree.

Chapter 16i

“Hey, you bastards! Get up!” barked the captain in his usual tone, and the slaves began to stir, rising from the deck where they had been sleeping.

Valeria woke up to find herself on the deck of a galley. But the thing was, she was now seeing the world not through her own eyes, but through the eyes of a galley slave, the heroine of her favorite book.

She didn't remember that she was Valeria and that it was the end of the 20th century. She felt completely like a galley slave and perceived everything realistically.

The sailors went around handing out bowls of porridge. The porridge was fresh, tasty, and still hot.

Over the past two days, more than 50 men had fucked the slave girl. Everyone fucked her, first the slaves, because the captain told them to fuck her first, since they had steered the galley through the calm and deserved a reward.

Then the sailors fucked the slave girl, whom the captain ordered to do so in the second round, since the sailors were busy with the sails, and the sails were useless in calm weather.

Nevertheless, everyone fucked the slave girl with frenzied abandon, although what else could be expected from strong, healthy men who had not seen a woman for a long time and then discovered that a sixteen-year-old beauty was completely available to satisfy their sexual needs.

Her vagina hurt from being penetrated by dozens of penises, as many fucked her two or three times. Her throat, tongue, cheeks, and jaws hurt from being fucked in the pussy and mouth at the same time (there were many men and only one slave, and everyone wanted to satisfy themselves as quickly as possible). The captain's tastes turned out to be unusual, and he fucked her in the ass several times, saying to everyone, “Only I will fuck her in the ass. No one else is allowed to touch her!”

But the most frightening and interesting thing was that she wanted more. More and more orgasms. Standing naked in chains on the deck with cocks in her mouth and pussy. And ultimately in her ass. It was all painfully humiliating, but somewhere deep down it caused pleasure and passion that flared up and burst out.

The slave began to eat porridge, swallowing it with difficulty, its clumps passing through her painfully tired tongue and her painfully tired throat. It was difficult, but after such a severe loss of energy, the slave was as hungry as a wolf and ate the porridge with great pleasure. It was a special mixture of several grains with the addition of oil and meat to promote the growth of strong muscles in slaves.

She knew that she would change. The delicate, fair-skinned girl with a soft body and long, luxurious black hair was replaced by a girl with hard muscles, minimal fat, and shaved bald in all places — her head, vagina, even her eyebrows were shaved for hygiene purposes. And after several weeks spent naked under the scorching sun, her tan was such that she could already be mistaken for a real Asian woman.

“Have you eaten? Get to work! Quickly,” the slave owner growled as usual. ‘Unlock the chains!’

The sailors opened the lock again and pulled out the chains that bound the slaves' shackles to the galley deck.

“Everyone had a good rest, fucked the bitch, now it's time to load up. Everyone ashore! Forward! The bitch too!” he growled again.

The sailors took heavy long sticks and began poking the slaves, who lined up in a column and went ashore, their shackles clanking with sea salt rust.

“I have good news for you, scum!” said the captain with a sly smile. ”We won't sail anywhere with an empty hold, it's not profitable, just feeding you costs a fortune... We have a new contract to deliver marble!”

No one said a word, only deep, sad sighs swept through the crowd of slaves with a barely audible whisper: “The damned stone again...”

“What?” shouted the captain. ‘Is someone dissatisfied with the noble stone? Rejoice, you nobodies, that you will be allowed to touch the stone from which statues of gods and heroes will be made! It is a great honor!’ he added and struck the slave who had uttered the quiet curses with a whip.

“Are you proud of the honor you have been given? Or not?“ asked the slave owner again, striking the tall, strong black slave with his whip again, leaving dark, purple marks on his dark skin.

“I am proud, Master!“ the slave replied clearly and distinctly, flinching from another blow with the heavy, long leather whip.

”That's better! Everyone to the quarry!” he barked and set off down the road, leading the slaves to the mine.

No one protested anymore, everyone glanced sideways at the slave owner's whip and was proud of their impending fate. Or at least they pretended to be.

"You need to load the blocks onto the lift. It is turned by oxen, but oxen don't know how to put stones on the lift and take them off — they have damn hooves. So you'll have to load them. We'll divide into two teams — one will load, the other will unload from the lift."

The captain walked around the slaves, pointing at each one with his finger and repeating, ”One, two, one, two...”

The girl was puzzled until a slave standing next to her, who had been given the number “one,” whispered to her, “I feel for you...”

The captain walked around all the slaves and said, “Those with the number two, follow me underground, forward!”

Two and a half dozen people walked down a narrow corridor leading underground. Small niches carved into the wall held flickering oil lamps, illuminating the passageway with a dim, flickering light.

The chains of the shackles clanked as they struck the stone floor of the tunnel. The cold of the underground began to envelop the slave girl's body, causing her to shiver.

The slave walking behind her said quietly, “It's okay, you'll warm up soon...”

Soon they found themselves in a spacious chamber that crossed their previous path at a right angle.

A wide gallery stretched off to the sides, disappearing into the dim light evenly illuminated by sparse oil lamps. Their steady flames barely flickered in the still air, producing neither smoke nor soot. The walls were roughly hewn, with distinct marks from wedges—the stone had been cut in layers, following the natural strata.

On one side, the marble vein itself was exposed — whitish, with rare veins, still untouched by iron. The opposite wall was propped up by rough beams and a pile of empty rock — the stone had long since been removed from here, and now the vault was being reinforced to prevent collapse.

“You're lucky to have me, you bastards,” said the captain. ”If the galley sinks, you can swim to shore and save yourselves on the wreckage. But if the mine collapses, you'll be buried alive. Get to work, you damned freeloaders! See those rectangular blocks? Drag them to the hoist. Quickly!”

Work began in earnest. All the slaves were given rough cloth gloves to avoid cuts and abrasions on their hands.

After just five minutes of work, the slave girl's gloves were sweaty and her hands were sore from new blisters.

She and three other slaves lifted a stone block and carried it to the lift, placing it carefully.

She warmed up very quickly. After a few minutes, beads of sweat were streaming down her back, despite the cold of the dungeon.

In the dim light of numerous oil lamps, she could see the strained male bodies moving, among which was one graceful female body.

Her muscles, ligaments, and joints were working at their limit. Pain and tension permeated her entire body. But for her, hard labor was the key to survival. And she worked silently, gritting her teeth.

New blocks were placed on the lift, which went up the vertical shaft and then descended back down, and the whole process repeated itself — bodies strained to the point of pain, stone blocks whose weight seemed to tear off her fingers.

When the elevator went up again, the slave owner whipped those who had been lazy during the last loading cycle. The girl also received several lashes, which hit her thighs, back, and chest, leaving long red marks. But she was already used to it and did not cry or flinch as much as before.

When the elevator went up again, the Captain came up to her and said, “Bitch, follow me.”

He led her to two dozen men sitting at the end of the mine and watching the loaders work.

“I have a deal with the mine owner. You have to serve the masons, they worked hard and got good blocks and deserve a reward. Get to work.“

”Sir, not long ago, the whole galley crew fucked me, I just carried stones... Don't... Let me continue loading?”

“Are you fucking crazy, bitch? I don't give a fuck how many times you've been fucked - train yourself to serve large groups of men!“ With these words, the captain slapped the slave girl, causing her to flinch again.

”Stand against the wall, put your hands on the wall, spread your legs,” he said.

The master began to beat her with his heavy, long whip. The blows landed on her back and buttocks, they were strong, and she trembled again with pain and moaned through her teeth. Then he struck her between her spread legs with the whip on her vagina. The blows landed on her labia and clitoris, causing unbearable pain.

The slave girl tried to sit down and close her legs, but the master demanded that she stand straight with her thighs open.

After she had endured all ten lashes on her vagina, the slave owner ordered again, “Now to the bricklayers!”

“I have an agreement with your master. She will serve you, but I will be in charge, as she is my slave,” the captain said to the bricklayers.

The greedy eyes of two dozen men were fixed on the sixteen-year-old beauty, darkened by the sun.

She knelt on the cold floor of the mine, feeling the hardness of the roughly hewn stone floor on her knees.

The bricklayers approached the girl, standing around her in a circle, and she clearly saw their erect cocks.

The situation was the same as on the galley — the men hadn't seen a woman for several months and now looked at her like a pack of wolves at a lamb.

“Suck!” said the captain and whipped her on the back for taking a little too long to start her work.

She began sucking one cock and took two neighboring ones in her hands and began to slowly masturbate them. Then she did the same with the rest of the cocks — she sucked one and masturbated two neighboring ones. Her hands still hurt from carrying stones and were rubbed raw even through her rough gloves. She touched these hard, elastic cocks with her hands and masturbated them, giving them pleasure while the skin on her hands ached from calluses and abrasions.

Her lips, still tired from the orgy on the galley, squeezed the cocks and slid over them, giving them pleasure as well.

Chapter 16j

She slowly moved her knees, turning around in circles, servicing more and more cocks.

Hard, big, beautiful — the more the slave sucked and masturbated them, the more she got turned on and serviced the cocks with new and growing passion. She squeezed them with her lips, caressed them with her tongue, allowed them to penetrate deep into her throat as far as she could endure without starting to choke and without vomiting.

The bricklayers liked it, they uttered hoarse moans with the words “Yes... Yes... Good bitch... Keep going...”

The bitch continued. She made three full rounds, sucking more than 20 cocks, but none of the bricklayers came, although their cocks were very tense and many were already close to ejaculation.

The slave's vagina became wet again with excitement, and drops of moisture began to slowly drip onto the floor beneath her, making it slippery and wet.

She already wanted to masturbate her vagina, but she knew that she must not touch herself, otherwise she would be severely punished. Her pussy, mouth, ass, and everything else belonged to the Master. He commanded how and when it would be used. Only him and no one else.

“Now, bitch, let them fuck you in the pussy,” said the Captain, sitting on one of the stone fragments and watching the scene.

The bitch realized that he liked watching her being fucked, watching her service all these men. He liked seeing her humiliation, her degradation to a cocksucker, and a wave of pain and despair swept through her soul, but it was followed by a wave of perverted pleasure from her own humiliation. The slave relaxed and surrendered to this element once again.

She stood up, looked the slave owner in the eyes, and smiled slightly. The captain kept a stony expression on his face, but she thought she saw his eyes flash in response.

She stood with her back to the men, spread her legs wide, and bent over, resting her hands on one of the stone blocks, exposing her pussy to the men who were ravenous with sexual desire. Everyone saw that her pussy was wet, her clit was wet, aroused, and erect. The bitch was ready to take cocks.

”We'll hang her by her hands for sex. We want to see her completely helpless. We've been sitting here underground for weeks, breaking stones, we're bored, we want entertainment, not just fucking.” replied the leader.

“And whip her a little...” added the mason with a malicious, sardonic smile.

“If it's just a little... then I agree,” replied the captain. Tie her up. Hang her up.

The slaves quickly tied her hands and threw the rope over a hook driven into the ceiling of the mine. It was used to hang the slaves themselves for punishment by their own master.

Two slaves pulled the rope so that even with her toes stretched out, the girl barely touched the ground, hanging in the air, swaying slightly with her naked body.

The slave girl looked at the captain once more with the same barely noticeable smirk, seeing the same gleam of passion in his eyes on his immobile, cold-blooded face, and closed her eyes, which were tied shut, tying the ends of the bandage at the back of her head with two tight knots.

Darkness fell, and all that remained were sounds and sensations of touch. And she felt it.

She felt a thin, long rope wrap around and squeeze her large, beautiful, tender, firm breasts until it hurt.

Someone held her left breast with a strong hand, squeezing and pulling it. And someone tied it with a rope where it joined her torso.

And then she felt something new. Something terrible and humiliating. Small stones were hung from her breasts. She did not know their exact weight and size, but she felt them pulling down on the ropes, which were already squeezing her breasts painfully.

The pain tormented her and grew, overwhelming her consciousness, but as usual, it gave rise to excitement and pleasure that consumed the pain.

Suddenly, she felt a strong blow from the belt on her bound and weighted breasts. The blow landed on both breasts, hitting her right nipple, which was already swollen with arousal. The slave girl let out a quiet cry and shuddered, swaying on the rope.

And then she noticed that when she swayed, the stones pulling her breasts down swayed too, causing even more pain with their oscillations.

They continued to beat her breasts. The second, third, fourth, fifth, and so on blows pierced her tender, sensitive flesh with pain. The bricklayers were strong, and their movements were extremely precise; the man beating her breasts hit her nipples exactly where he wanted to.

She tried to endure it, but after each blow it became more and more difficult. It seemed that she was about to go from quiet, short squeals to a long, drawn-out scream.

When her breasts became one source of pain and it seemed that the slightest touch could make her cry out, they stopped whipping her.

Instead, she heard the words: “Light the lamp... Yes... It's lit...” - and she was struck by a terrible premonition. Now it would be especially painful.

A drop of hot melted beeswax fell from the candle onto her bound chest, onto her right nipple, swollen with excitement and beaten red.

Chapter 16k

And this time, the slave girl screamed loudly and piercingly when the molten wax fell on her nipple, spreading and hardening, giving her tortured, irritated skin its burning heat.

The first drop was followed by more and more drops. They fell on her nipples, around her breasts, flowing down the delicate flesh of her chest in long streaks, leaving a painful mark that pierced her skin.

The slave girl howled. She inhaled deeply and exhaled, letting out a long, hoarse, piercing, drawn-out howl.

Everyone in the mine spoke quietly, as the cold, damp stone walls amplified the sound. This mine could have been used for musical performances, so good were its acoustic properties.

Her cry, reflected off the walls, created a powerful echo that shook the entire tunnel.

Through it, the satisfied giggles of the masons could barely be heard. They enjoyed the entertainment. It seemed that they got what they wanted: the desperate cries and moans of the beautiful slave girl, whose breasts were subjected to cruel torture in four ways at once — binding, hanging weights, whipping, and dripping hot wax — were exactly what the masons liked. It was exactly what the harsh, strong men liked, who had seen nothing but new layers of stone and tools piercing this cold, silent flesh — wedges, chisels, and hammers — for many days and weeks.

And now they were satisfied. They rejoiced. Their eyes burned with passionate excitement.

The slave girl did not see these glances, but she could feel them sliding over her skin, especially over her bound, reddened, wax-covered, and stone-pulled breasts.

As she screamed, she trembled and shook, rocking the stones and causing herself even more pain than all the torture her young, beautiful body had already endured.

The man dripping the wax did so slowly, allowing all the spectators to enjoy the spectacle. First, he dripped the wax, causing the slave girl to scream and howl in agony. Then he stopped and let her catch her breath. Then he started dripping again.

The intervals between dripping the wax varied in length each time. The slave did not know how long the break would last, so the start of each new cycle of torture was sudden, causing her to shake and scream especially loudly.

The pain flowed back into wild arousal, so strong that it seemed that a single touch to her clitoris would be enough to make her orgasm.

She felt that she could orgasm without touching her clitoris and tried to hold back the approaching orgasm so as not to spoil the show that the men enjoyed so much. And the master would be unhappy if she orgasmed without fucking, on her own.

“Look how this bitch is trembling, she's ready to cum now,“ said one of the bricklayers.

Strong male fingers dug into her firm, well-trained thighs from below and spread her legs apart.

And immediately, a large, hard, elastic cock quickly entered her already abundantly moist vagina and began to fuck her hard.

The girl shook and screamed in pain and pleasure. The stones began to shake more violently, jerking her bound, whipped breasts, covered with wax that had hardened and stuck to their skin. But at the same time, after just a few movements of the cock inside her aroused pussy, she experienced an orgasm and howled again, but this time with a completely different cry, not a cry of pain and despair, but a cry of pleasure, long, strong, unbearable, mixed with pain, but powerful and piercing.

The men were already highly aroused by sucking cocks and watching the sadistic entertainment arranged by the senior slave who managed the bricklayers, who had decided to hang and whip the slave girl. Therefore, they came quickly.

The slave girl felt her fucker's cock tense up especially hard and tremble as he shot his cum into her.

She was already gradually learning to control her vaginal muscles, squeezing the cock when it moved backward and relaxing them when it moved inward, doing to the cock roughly the same thing that a milkmaid's hands did to a cow's teats.

She understood her position and tried not to disappoint anyone, striving to give the men as much pleasure as possible. And she worked her vaginal muscles for as long as her strength would allow. Even despite the pain, discomfort, and fatigue. Because passion and ecstasy intertwined with these sensations, overwhelming and consuming them.

After the first man came inside the slave, who was the senior slave in charge of the bricklayers in the absence of the master, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and called another slave, his assistant, saying to him, “Now you fuck her.”

These people had a clear hierarchy regarding who would fuck her first and who would fuck her last. The organization and discipline of the masons was no worse than that of galley slaves and in some ways even surpassed them, so the captain watched with keen interest but also with a frown at the fact that other people's slaves were better disciplined than his own.

The senior slave fucked first, when the whore was fresh, full of strength and passion, and not tired at all. His assistant was supposed to fuck second, the whore still fresh and slightly tired. Then they fucked according to their merit in work. Everyone understood who would fuck whom, there were no misunderstandings like “I'm next, no, I'm next” among the bricklayers. Although it was clear that everyone wanted to fuck and everyone wanted to be first, picking the sweetest fruits of fresh passion from the young female body.

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Meanwhile, the orgy continued. She felt a new cock penetrate her and immediately begin to fuck her roughly and intensely, once again rocking the stones suspended from her bound breasts.

She couldn't see anything behind her blindfold, only feeling new cocks penetrating her vagina. She could clearly feel the shape of these cocks — longer, shorter, thicker, thinner, more curved or straight, with a large or small head, thickening towards the base or uniform in shape.

And each time she felt a new dick twitch inside her, ejaculating new semen into her, then being removed and replaced by a new one.

She didn't know what tired her more — the pain or the pleasure she received against her will. Was this heaven or hell?

“Hellish heaven or heavenly hell,” flashed through her mind as one cock replaced another in her wet, profusely flowing pussy.

The men who had gotten their hands on a beautiful female body tried to get the most pleasure out of it.

Every time she was fucked, the slave who was next in line to stick his cock in her stood behind her and beat her buttocks and back with a belt.

So while one slave's cock gave her pleasure, the next slave in line entertained himself by whipping her, causing her new pain in addition to her bound breasts with suspended stones.

Her pussy was burning from the inside. Her tender young breasts were a source of pain. Long red stripes from the leather belt adorned her back and buttocks, almost all of her skin there was red, with hardly any white areas left.

But when they stopped fucking her and the last cock was not replaced by a new one, she began to moan instinctively and move her open thighs in the air, as if trying to fuck an invisible cock. And she moaned quietly and plaintively because there was no new cock.

But suddenly she felt strong male hands touching her whipped ass and spreading her firm, juicy young buttocks. The touch on her whipped skin was painful, as if it were not human hands but the red-hot hands of a bronze statue.

But her buttocks were spread apart, and she felt the same strong, flexible, supple fingers generously lubricating her anus with grease and penetrating deeper inside.

Two fingers entered her anus, and she tried to relax as much as possible to let them in deeper without resistance.

But then the fingers left her anus, and after that she felt a new penis pressing against her anus between her buttocks, which were spread apart until it hurt.

This time she was a little more experienced and tried, as in the situation with the fingers, to relax as much as possible and not resist.

The penis penetrated slowly again, the sensations were painful and uncomfortable. Just one act of anal sex did not give her enough adaptation to take cocks in her ass. Although her ass had already been fucked once, it still retained much of its virgin narrowness and untouchedness, if, of course, one can describe the state of the ass with these terms.

Her pussy had already been penetrated by 80 men and was already quite experienced and adapted. Although she still ached from group orgies, her ass belonged only to the Master. Only he had the right to this particularly humiliating sexual act for a woman, in which she orgasmed without penetration of the vagina and without any touching of the labia or clitoris. She knew how to do it.

At first, he fucked her slowly, enjoying the sliding of his cock in her ass. She did not move, allowing him to completely control the process.

Then he sped up. She clenched her teeth and endured, feeling a new, particularly strong orgasm coming through the shame and pain. The orgasm relentlessly pounded her body, her anus, her vagina, her thighs — everything trembled and shook, despite her fatigue. Moisture continued to drip from her lonely, empty vagina, forming a puddle on the floor.

It was unbearable to hold back the approaching orgasm, but she tried, as she did not want to come before her master. The master must enjoy himself. And her duty was to give him pleasure.

But then she felt him start to come in her ass, and at that moment she allowed herself to come.

Her anus clenched tightly around his cock and pulsed on it, giving his orgasmic cock even more pleasure.

After that, the slave hung motionless on the ropes. A slight blissful smile was reflected on her face.

The masons untied the rope attached to the ring and slowly lowered the girl, while two other men held her so she wouldn't fall, as she was no longer able to stand on her own.

The masons' nimble, strong fingers quickly untied the knots on the hands and chest of the girl lying on the stone floor.

“My slaves will leave the mine and continue loading. Are you satisfied with your reward?” asked the captain of the masons.

The senior slave glanced at his team; the men stood silently and nodded approvingly.

“Then tell the master that I have fulfilled my part of the agreement,” said the captain.

“Well, what are you staring at?” said the captain, turning to his slaves. ‘Grab her and carry her!’

Two strong slaves took the girl, one by the shoulders and the other by the legs, and dragged her through the narrow passageway upstairs.

Chapter 16m

By this time, the tent had already been taken down, the grass beneath and around it had been cut with a sickle, and not far from it stood three long sticks forming a pyramid, with a pot hanging in the center.

Sem approached Valeria with a stick, struck her on the buttocks, and said, “Don't be lazy, prepare the food, quickly!”

Valeria got up and, naked, with her head shaved and her vagina shaved, which was already beginning to grow the first short hairs, approached the pot.

Her parents took her with them to her uncle's dacha, where they were relaxing in nature, and she knew how to cook food over a fire.

She took some matches and lit the fire. Soon, the dry branches, which the boys had gathered in advance, burst into flames.

The fire blew a wave of heat at her, which began to burn the still-raw skin of her whipped breasts, which were already being hit by the rays of the morning sun.

Yakov commanded, correcting them when they made mistakes: “No, not like that, feet at shoulder level, not at hip level, shoulders wider, guys! Yes, that's it, don't open your arms, smoothly up on the inhale, palms together... No, don't move your palms back, keep them right above your head, yes...”

She cooked pasta, focusing on breakfast, but sometimes she glanced at the beautiful young strong male bodies taking graceful poses, in which their beautiful harmoniously developed muscles could be seen playing in the rays of the morning sun.

She liked it, she liked the fact that she was being fucked and would continue to be fucked hard and mercilessly by such beautiful and strong guys.

“This is Qi Gong,” Sam shouted to her, “Our Eastern friend is sharing with us the secrets of increasing sexual energy.”

The girl had heard about Kegel exercises to increase sexual power and had been practicing them little by little, but this was the first time she had heard about Qi Gong.

All the guys took out metal bowls and began to eat the pasta laid out on them. After this strange Eastern gymnastics, the guys were ravenously hungry.

“So, bitch,” Sam said to the girl, “You eat only after us, when the last of us is finished. Then you wash the dishes. Is that clear?”

“You will not sleep in a tent, but under a tree, tied up like a dog. Is that clear?” he added.

Valeria moved away to the side, closer to the forest, and there, at the edge of the forest, in full view of the guys, she turned to face them, squatted down, and, spreading her labia slightly for comfort, peed on the grass.

She felt ashamed. The same shame that gradually gave rise to a new desire for sex in her clitoris and a slight burning sensation in her nipples.

After that, she went into the pond and bathed. The cold water pleasantly soothed her whipped breasts.

"Yesterday, Jake and Jacob fucked you, but Nick, Max, and I were left unsatisfied.

“Yeah,” confirmed Max, a graceful and harmoniously built professional swimmer.

“Okay, we'll take that into account,” Sam replied. “We fucked your pussy, but your mouth is fresh, so you'll suck. We'll cum in your pussy after you suck us off so we don't fuck it up too much.”

“Thank you, Master...” the slave said plaintively and humbly with gratitude.

She sucked all three cocks, switching from one to another, then took the cock out of her mouth and licked the guy's balls.

It was comfortable, as all the cocks were as smoothly shaved as her fucked pussy.

After licking the balls, she took the cock back into her mouth, squeezed it tightly with her lips, and continued sucking, giving him pleasure. She let him penetrate her throat as deep as she could bear, then took it out of her throat, leaving it in her mouth, and, catching her breath, let him penetrate her throat again.

She combined deep sucking and swallowing of the cock with strong sucking of the head of the cock and licking it with her tongue.

The guys moaned hoarsely with pleasure, and the slave's pussy became wetter and wetter again.

Sam was especially happy, not only because of the physical pleasure his girlfriend was giving him, but also because he had gotten such a magnificent slave.

“I don't know whom to thank, the God of the Bible, Zeus, or the spirits of my ancestors, but the higher powers, if they exist, are truly kind to me, if they have given me such a wonderful girlfriend,” he thought.

“If we just fuck her, it won't be very interesting,” said Sam, unraveling a coil of hemp rope.

He quickly and deftly tied them, wrapping a large number of turns of rope around them to distribute the pressure of the rope over a wide area of her wrists so that the turns of rope went toward her forearms.

Once there, he threw the rope over a branch and, together with Max, pulled her toward him, suspending the girl so that there were a couple of inches between her feet and the ground.

Meanwhile, Nick wrapped the rope held by the guys around the trunk and, pulling it tight again, tied it securely.

The rough bark prevented the rope from sliding down the trunk and sagging, bringing the slave back down to the ground.

The hemp rope differed from the synthetic one in that it did not stretch, and the slave's suspended position did not change.

He put on a condom and quickly thrust his cock into her pussy, which was already wet and aroused from sucking cocks.

After that, the other two guys fucked the bitch. They all fucked the whore quickly and hard, without thinking about her pleasure.

It was uncomfortable and painful for her, but their rough, cynical sex, as if with a cheap underage whore, made her orgasm. Orgasm through the pain, humiliation, and shame. Which, as she had long noticed, only made her arousal stronger.

After cumming once, Max and Nick took a couple of steps back, and Sam came up behind her and, putting on a rubber glove, began to lubricate the girl's anus with lubricant, penetrating it with his fingers.

She herself, during masturbation, penetrated her ass with her fingers shallowly, to a depth of less than an inch.

But this time, strong, thick, long male fingers penetrated her almost three inches. No one had ever touched her ass before — she knew nothing about anal sex.

But she endured it. She knew that now she was their bitch and had to serve them all as they wished.

If the penetration of two fingers, generously lubricated with lubricant, was uncomfortable, then Sam's penis penetrating her caused outright pain.

Nevertheless, the penis continued to penetrate her, painfully stretching first her anus and then the inside of her ass, plunging into her as far as it could go, so that she screamed loudly when the pressure of the penis continued, but it could no longer move.

She began to cry from the pain, sobbing in sync with the thrusts of the penis that the guy was making in her ass.

She felt the penis sliding inside, preparing her ass for further penetration by new penises and turning her into an anal whore.

First, they fucked her pussy. Then they took her mouth's virginity, and now it was her ass's turn.

“Hey, Sam,” the other two guys said, "We should teach her how to fuck in the ass, you're right! Yesterday and today we fucked her pussy, let's have an anal sex day tomorrow, we'll all fuck her only in the ass, tell her not to touch her pussy or clit, let her learn to cum only from anal penetration!"

“So... And... Let's do it...” Sam replied, breathing heavily from sex and pronouncing each word with a quick, heavy exhalation.

As he said the word “Let's do it...”, he thrust his cock deep into her ass, causing the girl to throw her head back and howl, which made the other two guys applaud loudly, clapping their hands.

The bitch shook with excitement mixed with pain, saying loudly, “Aaa... Aaa... Aaa...” with each rough thrust of his cock into her tight, elastic ass.

The rough ropes dug into her hands, squeezing them, and the places where she was tied up hurt especially badly from the intense rocking of her body when she was being fucked in the pussy, but now, when she was being fucked in the ass, her hands hurt especially badly.

But nevertheless, she felt it coming. An unusual feeling of unnatural, perverted pleasure — an anal orgasm, an orgasm achieved through anal sex without penetration of the vagina or touching the clitoris.

The sensation was so strong and unusual that she couldn't hold back. The sensation overwhelmed her, and she gave in to it.

She screamed long and loud, cumming with a long, thick cock in her ass, her ass pulsing, squeezing the guy's cock, who was also close to orgasm and, after the pulsating squeezing of the bitch's ass, orgasmed himself.

After Sam pulled his cock out of the bitch, it was decided to lower her to the ground.

The guys slowly lowered the rope. The bitch fell limply to the ground under the tree.

Chapter 16n

Half an hour later, Valeria was awakened by being doused with ice-cold water from a spring.

Having recently been brutally fucked in the pussy and ass, she struggled to her feet and staggered with Sam to the lake shore, where a pile of clothes was already waiting for her.

“Wash and rinse all this stuff thoroughly. Stand downstream, closer to where the water flows out of the lake, so you don't pollute the water,” He added, “Take a bar of soap,” and Sam showed her a large yellowish-white bar of laundry soap. “Wet the clothes, rub them with this soap, and then rinse them. Is anything unclear, bitch?”

She had never done a large load of laundry by hand, as her parents had an automatic washing machine, but she tried to do everything as thoroughly as possible.

Naked, still exhausted from oral, vaginal, and anal sex, she stood knee-deep in water and washed the boys' clothes. Most of the clothes were stiff and rough and difficult to wash, but Valeria selflessly rubbed them with soap and rinsed them.

After that, she took all the clothes and hung them on a rope that the guys had stretched between two trees beforehand.

Sem examined the washed clothes, found a few remaining stains and pieces of unrinsed soap on them, and delivered a harsh verdict: “Bitch, who washes like that? You don't know how to wash at all, you need to be taught.”

The other guys, sitting on the mat in their underwear, nodded their heads: “Exactly, you can see the stain there, and she didn't rinse the soap out properly. Explain everything to her, buddy!”

Sam took a coil of rope and led Valeria to the large tree in the center of the clearing, which was already familiar to everyone.

Her boyfriend wrapped the rope around her legs and tied it. The rope squeezed her ankles painfully, each one separately, connecting them together with the last turns and a knot.

After that, the guys threw the rope over the branch again and began to lift them up.

When they lifted her so that her outstretched arms were 1 foot off the ground, Jake brought a new stone, tied it with another rope, and tied it to the girl's hands.

The boys pulled the rope a little more so that the girl's body was stretched out and the stone tied to her hands hung slightly above the ground.

The girl instinctively stretched down and the stone fell to the ground, but to do so she had to keep her whole body stretched out. If she didn't do this, she lifted the stone and felt its full weight.

Stretching herself and lowering the stone to the ground was much easier on one hand, but on the other hand, it came at the cost of constant tension in all her muscles.

She couldn't move, her body stretched between the tree branch and the stone was almost immobilized. And if she lifted the stone, even instinctively, she would only increase her suffering. Therefore, despite the pain, she remained stretched out with her whole body down toward the stone so as not to allow it to rise and hang on her arms.

The guy swung and hit her again and again, while the slave hissed and moaned quietly, breathing through clenched teeth and afraid of biting her lip or tongue in pain.

Each blow burned her vagina, which had only recently orgasmed, enjoying the fucking of big, strong cocks.

Her labia were covered with red stripes from the blows, which continued to burn with pain as new blows fell on the tender flesh of her vagina.

The rod was not smooth; at its end were a couple of thickened areas from which new shoots should have sprouted. These protrusions looked like short, blunt spikes, and their contact with the tender, smoothly shaved flesh of the labia noticeably intensified the pain from the blow.

Several times the rod struck the slave's clitoris, causing her to tremble and breathe especially heavily and deeply, almost breaking into a scream through her clenched teeth.

But now the punishment was over, and the previously white skin of her labia was now pink with small, barely noticeable drops of blood from the spikes that had pierced her skin.

Valeria stretched out again, letting the stone fall, hoping that the active part of the torture was over, but she was bitterly mistaken.

Chapter 16o

Sam went to the tent and returned a few minutes later, holding a first aid kit in his hands.

He leaned over Valeria, wet a handkerchief with clean water from a flask, and wiped her eyes to clear her vision.

But then Sam opened the first aid kit and showed Valeria a bottle labeled “Alcohol 96%.”

When he soaked the swab with alcohol, the slave girl understood everything and began to sob loudly, tears streaming from her eyes again.

Sam stood up, brought the swab close to her whipped labia, on which drops of blood had already begun to dry, and ran the swab along the left side of her labia.

Valeria howled. She howled hoarsely, her body shaking violently, and the stone was instinctively pulled up again.

Sam took his hand away from the swab and let the girl catch her breath, the hoarse howl turning into a long sob again.

The guy easily touched the other side of her labia and again swabbed the whipped surface.

When he removed the swab, Valeria continued to tremble and twitch in her tight bandage. After a few minutes, her twitching stopped and her howling turned back into crying, but this time it was not as prolonged. It was clear that she was coming to terms with her fate and accepting her just punishment as deserved and necessary.

“Will the bitch wash well now?” Sam asked, leaning over the slave's tear-stained face again.

“Let her down, there's still a lot of work for the bitch to do,” he added, turning to the guys.

“No, bitch, your breasts are being punished, you'll work with the stones,” Sam said.

“And don't whine, or we'll whip you again. We'll whip you until your skin is red, you slut,” he added. “Half an hour of rest, then new work. What's not clear, bitch?”

“Everything is clear, sir...” said Valeria and stretched out under a tree. It was pleasant to lie in the shade of a tall tree.

After resting, she felt better. The break was almost over, and she decided to get up herself, without waiting for them to pour ice water on her again.

Then an apple fell near her. She picked it up and looked at it closely. The apple was green with a red tan on the sunny side.

Valeria brought it to her mouth and smelled a fresh, delicate, and pungent spicy aroma. She took a bite of the apple and tasted a sour-sweet, tart, pleasant flavor.

“Hey, bitch, what are you eating? You're not allowed to eat!” Sam approached and looked at her closely.

Sam looked at it, sniffed it, smelled that same mesmerizing aroma, and took a bite from the other side.

A minute later, he shouted, “Guys, this is a wild apple tree! Let's make compote!”

A couple of minutes later, the boys were already shaking the tree and collecting the fallen fruit.

The bitch, with stones tied to her chest, washed the fruit through the pain and tears welling up in her eyes, cut it up, put it in a pot, and cooked compote.

The magical aroma of wild apples wafted across the clearing from the boiling pot.

Sam took the pot off the pole, carried it to the spring, and dipped the bottom in the icy running water. A few minutes later, he returned. The compote was barely warm.

It had a deep, pleasant, natural taste. No drink that the guys bought in bottles in their city could compare to it. It seemed like an elixir given by the ancient gods. Our distant ancestors drank such a drink, not knowing how to add synthetic additives or preservatives to juices.

When everyone had finished drinking, they poured Valeria a mug, and she drank with everyone else.

“All right, bitch,” Sam said, “now gather some firewood, because we're out. Come on, hurry up!”

The girl got up and, wearing only sneakers on her bare feet, with her pussy recently whipped, stones hanging from her breasts, she walked towards the forest.

Once there, she bent down and picked up fallen branches with her bare hands, pressing the bundle against her torso just below where the stones hung, weighing down her chest.

The stones swayed, causing Valeria pain. She had to move a lot and often, bending down, picking up branches, putting them in a bundle, then straightening up and moving on, looking for a new branch.

After gathering one bundle, she walked to the camp and carefully stacked the branches in a pile, then returned to the forest for a new bundle of branches.

By the time she finished gathering firewood, her chest was in agony. It felt as if it was being squeezed not by a rope, but by a red-hot iron hoop that was slowly tightening.

“Without music?” Valeria asked in surprise. She knew that the guys hadn't brought a tape recorder or guitar with them, as they were already overloaded with a tent, food, and other essential camping equipment.

“Maestro, let there be music!” Sam said with a slight smile, turning to Yakov.

At these words, Yakov pulled a transverse plastic flute, one inch thick and ten inches long, out of his pocket.

To Valeria's surprise, the flute was hand-carved from a regular water pipe with thick, rigid walls.

The runner's deep lungs filled with air, the flute pressed against his lips, and his long, slender, flexible fingers slid over its holes.

Even though it was handmade, the flute sounded enchanting. It was tuned not to the classical European note system, but to the ancient Eastern note system, the one used by the ancient Sumerians to sing hymns to their gods.

Valeria stood spellbound, listening to the delicate, shimmering, magical musical rhythm.

Until she received a painful blow with a thin, long rod on her thigh, accompanied by Sam's comment: “I told you to dance!”

The stones tied to her chest swayed, causing more and more pain. Tears slowly flowed from her eyes, but she continued to dance.

She did not know how to dance. But the melody seemed to suggest the movements to her, and she danced, surrendering to its rhythm.

She bent her naked body beautifully, swaying smoothly and rhythmically, bending over, showing off her large bound breasts, moving her hips rhythmically, making movements that vulgarly showed off her smoothly shaved vagina, still red from the whipping she had received. She turned her back to the audience and, continuing her smooth, sensual movements, rotated and shook her buttocks, then bent over, spreading her legs, showing the audience her accessible anus and vagina.

She became so carried away that even the pain from her bound breasts began to melt away and be absorbed by bliss, excitement, and ecstasy.

All the guys were captivated by the dance and sat motionless, watching the girl.

Yakov gradually changed the rhythm. Starting with a smooth and meditative one, it gradually became faster and more passionate, overflowing with feelings and energy.

The girl moved to the beat of the music, her naked body's movements becoming fast, sharp, passionate, no longer alluring — captivating, but openly thirsty and shamelessly vulgar.

Following her intuition, she repeated in her dance the poses and movements that her body spontaneously made during intense, vigorous sex, trying to fit these movements into the musical rhythm.

At the end of the dance, she threw her head back and trembled with her whole body tense in a vulgar, frank pose, just as she did when she had a strong orgasm.

Valeria approached him, and he deftly and quickly untied the ropes on her chest, setting aside the stones tied with ropes.

Under the rope was a red stripe wrapped around her chest. It hurt and burned. In fact, any touch to her chest was painful.

“Thank you, sir...” Valeria said, now crying with happiness that her breasts had been untied.

No, not the farmers' beloved friend, but a workbench for sawing wood by hand, called a “goat” because of its characteristic crossed support sticks sticking out in different directions, resembling goat horns.

"Bitch, listen to my orders — saw the wood. 10 to 15 movements with your right hand, then your left. Try to put the same amount of pressure on your left hand as your right. If you saw with just your right hand, you'll get tired quickly," said Sam.

Some of the sticks were thin and could be broken, but the larger ones had to be sawed.

After making 10-12 movements with her right hand, she took the saw in her left hand, grabbed the branch with her right hand, clamping it down between the “horns” of the “goat,” and continued sawing.

The work was hard. Her breasts heaved with each sweeping movement of her arm, and drops of sweat, as before, stung her whipped skin.

Sam approached her and ran a stick across her back: “Good bitch, don't be lazy, or you'll get more punishment.”

Even through the gloves on her hands, she developed calluses, which soon burst. It hurt to squeeze the saw, but she continued sawing until she had cut everything.

After that, she began to gather the wood into an armful, pressing the rough, rough wood against her delicate skin and stacking it neatly in a woodpile a few steps from the fire.

When the work was done, Sam said to her, “Now the bitch can rest. At noon, get up and cook us some food.”

“Yes, sir,” replied the bitch. She walked over to the wild apple tree, lay down in its shade, and fell asleep, resting her head on the roots protruding from the ground.

Chapter 16p

The sun lit up the port again, and with its first rays, all the sailors, slaves, merchants, and galley owners sprang into action like an anthill that had been poked with a stick.

The galley was loaded to capacity. Stone, fabrics, rolls and bales of leather, ingots of lead, copper, and tin, ivory, amber...

It was a special-purpose galley—a modified version of a warship, adapted for transporting valuable and urgent cargo. Narrow and long, it was distinguished by its high speed and maneuverability, in contrast to the cumbersome, rounded merchant sailing ships without oarsmen. At the same time, this ship was lighter and less massive than its combat prototype: the emphasis was on speed rather than hull strength, since there was no need to withstand rams or boarding collisions.

“There is no wind, but you bastards are lucky,” said the captain. “No one will die of hunger on the marble, the cargo is not urgent, we are going at normal speed.” At this, relieved sighs were heard among the slaves.

The sailors untied the mooring lines, the helmsmen at the stern of the ship took hold of the steering oars,

and the slaves were already preparing to row when suddenly, with a cry of “Wait!” a woman jumped onto the galley from the pier.

“Hey, you madwoman, why are you climbing onto my ship like a drunken satyr into a temple of the goddess? Don't you know that this is a cargo ship and I don't take passengers?” The captain yelled, "If you want to die, choose another way, don't interfere with the rowers doing their job! Get off the deck, or I'll throw you overboard!"

She was about thirty years old — beautiful and strong, like a free peasant woman forged by hard work, accustomed to the heavy plowing on her land. Her long wheat-colored hair flowed down her shoulders, and her slender, graceful body in a modest but delicate dress gently outlined her powerful, rounded breasts. Below her toned waist were rounded hips and firm buttocks — a sign of health and strength.

“My husband came home drunk from the tavern in the morning,” she continued, her voice trembling, "and started beating me, then choking me... Drunkenness drove him mad. I just pushed him, and he fell, hitting his head. Murder is punishable by death, and not a quick death, but a long and painful one. Sir, I am willing to sell myself into slavery, just take me away from here!"

"Yes, woman, I see that you are not a murderer, you were just defending yourself. But if you don't have enough silver to persuade the judge to show mercy, execution is inevitable.

I confess, I need new slave girl to brighten up the hours for our modest and hard-working male crew. But remember: this is a galley for special purposes — discipline here is as strict as in the military. For the slightest misdemeanor, disobedience, or complaints like “I can't,” I will whip you myself. Do you understand?"

“Thank you, my lord!” the woman cried, falling at his feet, hugging and kissing them with despair and gratitude.

“Stop crying,” he said through clenched teeth. “Maybe the guards have already found your husband. Don't attract attention. Get to the hold — quickly!”

The woman darted down and settled on the tanned leather sacks, trying not to move or even breathe loudly.

The captain went to the side of the ship and glanced at the shore. His gaze was habitually sharp and experienced, picking up on unnecessary movements, running, and gestures. Everything seemed normal: noise, bustle, a morning port. He nodded to the navigator, and the ship began to pick up speed smoothly.

The galley cut through the waves like an arrow, and when the shore began to recede, the captain turned around again — instinct told him to check one more time.

People flitted about on the pier. Two guards in armor ran along the pier, waving their arms and shouting something loudly. In response, the sailors and shipowners just shrugged their shoulders — as if they hadn't heard or seen anything.

One of the captain's old friends, noticing his gaze, lazily pointed toward the sea with a characteristic gesture: “She jumped herself, drowned, her body was carried away by the waves...”

Friendship at sea was a serious matter. No one betrayed their own. Since everyone was sincerely grateful to the guards for their abuse of power and constant extortion, they generously paid them back in kind.

When the galley moved so far away from the pier that its contours melted into the fog, the captain barked into the depths of the hold: "Well, come out, undress, show us the goods. Quickly!"

The woman emerged from the hold with a shy and uncertain gait. She stood before the captain and lowered her gaze to the deck.

“I ordered you to undress!” said the captain, and with a swing of his arm, he struck her hard with a long whip. The whip whistled through the air and landed on her back, striking the skin covered by a thin dress. The woman screamed and trembled.

The woman began to slowly and uncertainly pull off her dress with trembling hands.

The slave girl sobbed and quickened the pace of pulling the dress off her luxurious, sexy body.

Standing before the galley crew was a woman of medium height, with a broad, strong, very powerful and enduring body, but at the same time possessing distinctly feminine forms.

The first thing that caught the eye was her breasts. They were enormous. Each was at least the size of a ripe melon. They were adorned with large nipples surrounded by dark brown areolas.

Her breasts were slightly stretched, as befits a mature woman, but the natural sagging and swaying of these massive pieces of sexy female flesh only made them even more attractive.

The rowers glanced at the woman and lost their rowing rhythm. At which point the proxen (helmsman) yelled, “Where are you looking, bastards, I'll whip you all! Keep the rhythm!” After that, the temporarily lost discipline was quickly restored.

The captain himself stared at the new slave's breasts like a hungry beast at an innocent lamb. His gaze was absolutely predatory and carnivorous.

Not all hetaerae could boast of such. That natural beauty that nature bestows upon ordinary peasants for their honest and righteous hard work.

The young slave stared at the breasts of the new adult slave. She stared with envy, because although she herself had quite substantial breasts, they were not as massive. In addition to envy, she also felt passion. She wanted to touch her breasts.

Then her strong black rowing partner nudged her in the side and said, “What are you dreaming about? Didn't you hear? We're rowing, or the proxen will whip us.”

After that, the young slave girl continued rowing, only occasionally glancing sideways at what was happening. Like the rest of the team.

The captain touched her breasts with his hands, cupped them, squeezed them, clearly assessing them. And it was really difficult to cup them. They were that big. His fingers sank into the slave girl's soft, supple, sexy flesh.

The slave girl tried to step back, but was immediately slapped. “Stand still, bitch!” the captain barked at her.

He touched her breasts again and began to squeeze her nipples. Slowly increasing the pressure.

The slave clenched her teeth and endured, but when he began to rotate his fingers, twisting her nipples, the slave began to cry and continued to stand, quietly sobbing and suppressing her tears.

After that, the captain bent down and felt her strong, wide, massive thighs, which also had perfect feminine shapes, where strong muscles were hidden under graceful curves.

After that, he smiled contentedly and ordered the slave to turn around, feeling her back and buttocks.

Massive, elastic, rounded buttocks, the lines of the female body flowing smoothly into one another, large, attractively vulgar forms, and no excess weight.

And it was not the refined beauty of civilization that was beautiful. It was a more ancient beauty — the strong and powerful beauty of archaic times.

"A very rare type... “ said the captain. ”You will serve me and our team well. Do you see that bitch sitting over there on the left? You will row on the other side, opposite her. Then you will serve the team together. I hope everything is clear?"

“Aren't you glad that I saved your life, even at the risk of getting into trouble with the authorities?” asked the captain harshly.

“I'm glad... I'm very glad... I'm sorry...” she replied in a louder, clearer voice.

“That's right,” continued the captain. " Answer questions and report the situation briefly, clearly, and to the point. Verbiage is not welcome on my ship." With these words, he pointed to the whip with which he had recently beaten the slave girl.

He took a dagger from its sheath and said to her, “Stand still and don't move.”

Then he grabbed her hair and began to cut it off. Her long blond hair, which hung down to the middle of her back, began to fall onto the deck.

“We'll shave you bald when the galley is not moving, as it is impossible to use a razor when the ship is rocking... But for now, hair overboard!”

“I said, hair overboard!” the captain repeated more loudly and irritably, pointing to the long blond hair lying at the slave girl's feet. It had just been cut off her.

She obediently picked it up, walked to the stern of the galley, and threw it into the sea.

“May Poseidon accept this sacrifice and avert disaster,” said the captain with a reverent expression that concealed either faith or the weary skepticism of a man who knew all too well the price of the waves and the silence of the gods.

“And now,” he continued, “it's time to serve me and the crew! Wash the deck.”

“I need a rag...” said the slave girl, to which the captain responded by pointing his index finger at her beautiful light linen dress.

“You won't need it anymore. While you are my slave, you will wear nothing but chains,” he commented.