Story of Gor, The captive

Where was she? Who were these people? Why was she being treated this way?

Dear readers, a short story written by Kari. I have reproduced it here for any who have not read it before or wish to reread it. Enjoy!!

The girl curled up on the hard rough cut, stone floor, miserable and terrified. Where was she? Who were these people? Why was she being treated this way?

She was naked.. a heavy black metal band was fastened around her throat, a heavy chain ran from it to a wrought iron ring embedded in the floor.

She was in a cell. Stone walls surrounded her on three sides, the end wall with a small inset of wire, with bars at the front of her small space, looking across a hallway to where a table stood with some benches around it.. the flames from the wall sconces flickered and showed the shadows of what seemed to be die strewn over the table.

Suddenly she heard heavy footfalls echo from several directions.. then deep male voices spoke in an alien tongue. The intent of the words seemed clear though, as if they greeted each other.. she tensed as three tall, broad-shouldered and incredibly well muscled men walked into view.. her heart pounded painfully.

Panic flooded her senses as her eyes took in their barbaric leather garb, the long broad swords which hung from scabbards fastened around their hips.. they looked medieval! They were the most threatening looking men she had ever seen, but there was something more about them too. Some kind of allure, like a real animal magnetism. She groaned miserably, confusion spun in her mind as she realised she felt aroused towards to them.

“How can it be?” she asked herself, “its impossible! i don’t know them, they terrify me! “

Suddenly they stopped their conversation, and as one, turned towards her. Mortified she realized she had spoken out loud. She shrunk back against the wall, her back pressed against it as legs bent to bring knees up to her chest, arms wrapped about legs to hug them close to her body, her chin perched on her knees, her eyes watched as they strode to the bars of her cell.

They smiled. Well, more leered. Their lips were curved upwards to show large ivory teeth, their eyes glittered with unconcealed lust. One man coarsely put his hand on his crotch, cupped himself and jerked his hips forward, while he made an obviously coarse comment to his comrades, who burst into raucous laughter. She cringed, his meaning not lost on her, even though she couldn’t understand a word that he said.

The man in the middle, he with long dark hair swept back in a low ponytail with a leather tie, pointed a thick, long index finger towards her.. and then slowly turned his hand so that it faced palm upwards, and crooked his finger, he beckoned her with the universal sign for ‘come here’. She shook her head no. The other man, shouted angrily and clapped his hands together twice, loudly, and pointed to the floor in her cell just before where they stood at the bars. He had short cropped hair, of a light sun bleached blonde colour and a fair complexion smattered with many freckles and the deepest blue piercing eyes. Frightened, she shook her head again. The other man, the one who had cupped his crotch walked away to the side out of view, then returned. In his hand he held a long leather whip.. he uncoiled it.. placed his hand through the bars of the cage, the whip in it, then, with a flick of his wrist the braided leather leapt forward and stretched out to lick painfully on the exposed flesh of her rounded buttock of her outside flank.

She yelled! Tears formed in grey eyes, shock registered on her face as she rubbed the red welt that already rose and burned her tender flesh. He growled and lifted the whip again in threat. Then the black-haired man beckoned her again with his index finger, his lips pressed thinly together. The blondish haired man again pointed to the stone floor of her cell before where they stood.

Miserably, she crawled to them. She shook violently, unable to disguise or calm her terror. She stopped about two feet away from the bars. The man with the whip growled again and flicked it against the stones just near her knees. She jumped and moved closer. Then the dark-haired man beckoned again with his finger. Her tears started to fall as she reluctantly crawled right to the bars, kneeled upwards, so close that her knees touched the iron where it met the floor, her nipples brushed the roughly worked poles of the bars. She drew her knees together, her hands folded over her chest to cover her bare breasts.

Suddenly the blondish man’s hand darted through the bars, grabbed both her wrists and pulled them away from her body. The man with the whip tucked it into his belt, then took some binding fibre from his belt.. he quickly wound it around both her wrists, then she was drawn up to her feet with a squeal of protest as her arms felt like they would be ripped from their sockets. They pulled her arms over her head and then twisted the binding fibre over the rail that ran horizontal to the vertical bars, to secure her as she stood with hands tied above her, her naked body stretched out pressed to the bars, her feet pivoted on tip toe.

“Nooooooo… Noooooo” she cried as their hands suddenly reach for her.. one squeezed her breast and twisted her nipple cruelly. Another forced his hand between her legs to cup her sweet mound, his booted foot reached through the bars to kick her feet apart. The man with the whip now on his belt reach through to land a sharp slap to her buttock, then grab it and squeeze it, then slap it again.

Terror filled her. She gasped for air. What had happened? How did she get here? The last thing she remembered was being awakened in the middle of the night by a noise in her apartment. Thinking it was her cat up to mischief, she’d got out of bed to investigate. Knowing her small apartment so well she had not turned on the lights. As soon as she stepped into her lounge room she saw the shape of a large man outlined by the moonlight which streamed in through the windows. She opened her mouth to scream, then felt a thick wad pressed into her mouth from behind, as another thick cloth with a cloying scent was smothered against her nostrils. She struggled vainly, then blackness overcame her. Only to awake to this current nightmare.

They laughed as they spoke to her. She had no clue what they said. Suddenly she heard another voice. A female one. Soft and despondent in the still dark night. “They want you to show your eagerness to please them as a female sex slave. It will go badly for you if you don’t.” She twisted around in an attempt to follow the direction of the voice. One of the guards turned and yelled down the corridor. The other girl cried out in their rough language in response, then never spoke again. The dark-haired man pulled his hand from between her legs, then slapped her face hard. Then laughed again as he lifted the same hand to his nose and sniffed it, then licked it and murmured appreciatively.

With horror she realized she could smell her sex in the air, and a wetness of her face. She wailed in misery. No! No! How could it be? Surely she couldn’t respond to these brutes? But she was. She felt sick inside as the truth of this knowledge filled her, tears streamed down her face as she begged them over and over. “Please, please.. nooo.. nooo”.

It was obvious from their derisive laughter that they understood the nature of her pleas, but didn’t care. They pointed to her and exclaimed loudly, “kajira, kajira!”

She had no idea what that word meant, she was almost terrified to find out. Then suddenly the blondish brute grabbed her hair, twisted it around his hand, turned her head to face him, and pulled her head to the bars, her face wedged painfully between them, as he stuffed his thick chubby forefinger and middle finger lewdly into her mouth, then held her head still as his fingers pumped in and out between her stretched lips.

The other two men laughed, the dark-haired man then grabbed a breast in each hand to yank her torso to the bars, breasts pulled between them. His knees bent as his right hand held her breast upwards to his lips as his teeth closed around her nipple and clamped it hard, then his lips sealed to her flesh as he sucked it into his mouth in feverish delight. She squealed as the blood ran to the surface of her delicate flesh, as he marked her. His left hand squeezed and pumped cruelly at her other breast; he milked her as if she was some form of animal.

She sobbed in misery, then seeing a movement from the third man, her eyes darted towards him, she shrieked.. then kicked and struggled with all her might to get free. The other two men paused to laugh, then slapped her face, her breasts, they started again, her protests ignored as they held her even tighter.

The man with the whip laughed, he went to an unlit sconce on the wall.. and lifted the cover, to dip and coat the leather covered wooden handle of his whip with the tharlarion oil that the lamp contained. Then settled the cover again and walked back to her.. the whip’s tail coiled around his wrist, his hand held the handle where it met the sinuous length. The dark haired man sucked noisily on her nipple, then bit it hard as he kicked her legs wide again. The blonde man shook her head roughly in his grasp, the action bashed her cheek bones against the two metal bars wedged harshly on either side of her face. Both of them made menacing warning sounds. The third man put his left hand between her legs.. his fingers pushed between her folds to force them open, then ruthlessly put the end of the handle to her slit and pressed it upwards slowly. She groaned in misery and pain. Humiliation caused the blood to rise to her cheeks and turned them a hot red crimson. Her body held well by strong unrelenting men, who would not show her any mercy. Her mind spiralled. How could this happen to her?

Then her eyes flared wide as a surge of pain broke her reverie, the whip handle forced deep inside her body’s cavity as it slowly moved in and out. The leather rubbed her soft tender flesh raw as it grazed her inner walls ruthlessly, the oil of the tharlarion stung abused flesh, and barely helped lubricate the whip. Then, the worst horror of all. The betrayal of her own body.

Her eyes blinked, it seemed they had tormented her for hours, but she knew it was only about twenty minutes, then slowly she noticed a subtle change come over her. Her sounds changed. Instead of the groans of pain, she recognized the moans of lust. Instead of her body being sucked cruelly to the oiled leather whip handle, the whip handle plunged smoothly in and out of her slave oiled sex. Her pelvis thrust and gyrated to meet the tempo of the man who wielded the whip. Her lips squeezed tighter around the fingers of the blondish brute. She sobbed softly as her spine curved to press her breasts harder against the dark-haired man’s mouth and hand.

“slut!! slut!!! “ her mind cried. She couldn’t help herself, her body started to rock with erotic frenzy, her feet lifted to stand on the base horizontal bar of the cell which raised her higher so that she could lever herself more and thrust harder and faster. She was mortified, but she couldn’t stop. It was as if a veil had been lifted from her mind. Something had let loose all the torrid dreams, the shameful fantasies locked in the deep, dark recesses of her mind. She could no longer pretend or hide her most sinful desires. She squirmed and writhed, a helpless female in the hands of three strong, relentless men.

She wanted to please them!! She could feel a promise of ecstasy and she wanted to taste it, to devour it fully, and to be devoured by it. Suddenly, she jerked.. then let out a cry of mingled surprise, shame and need… her body twitched in spasm against the bars, her sex rammed itself deeply onto the whip handle.. her mouth sucked hard at the fingers within it.. her nipple tingled and breast swelled within the warm wet mouth which suckled it so ferociously.

The men suddenly stopped. They pulled themselves away from her as they stepped back from the bars, the whip handle now tucked back into the man’s belt; her juices dripped from it down the leather of his breeches. They laughed, in avid delight as they witnessed her body dance its submission convulsively before them. Her juices ran down her legs to spill to the rough cut stones.. large breasts jiggled, round ass wobbled, her body turned left then right against the bars as she spun from well-bound wrists.

Then as she slowly stilled.. she looked to them in horror.. a sob of humiliation torn from her throat as she saw that they had just stepped back and watched her as she had yielded helplessly before them, they slapped each other on the back as if in congratulations.. then repeated again that curious word.

“kajira! kajira!”

Their laughter echoed off the hard cold walls as they left her there in torment, and returned to their game of dice.

©Kari/Gorean Palaces


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