The Slave TraderSubmitted by: Celtic Lord
(This is a work derived from the socio-political environment described by Anne Rice in her Beauty novels, and all rights to that work are hers. This is a story set in that world, following the general guidelines of that paradigm.)
A gentle breeze blew thru the forest close to the village, and the birdsong that filled the air was disturbed not at all by the passage of a brightly painted and bedecked wagon caravan as it made its way out off the forest track and onto the cobblestoned road that ran thru the village and up to the Royal castle. The caravan consisted of three large wagons, two of which were flatbed affairs, boxlike, with painted canvas covers thru which could be seen the outline of bars. The lead wagon was a house wagon, and flew pennons and flags. Displayed on both sides were heraldic devices. Occasionally a rider would canter past, carrying spear and shield and outfitted in a bright hauberk of chainmail with the livery and colors of the heraldry on the lead wagon.
The train rumbled thru the open gates of the village, winding its way slowly thru the crowds on the straight concourse that led to the castle. Everywhere scenes of village life were being played out - women sweeping, children chasing hoops, farmers bringing in produce, blacksmiths hammering. An idyllic scene, normal in every way, save for the naked slaves wherever one looked. Slaves were doing most of the menial labor, and also being utilized in other fashions. As the lead wagon passed an inn the driver, whose name was Galen, looked up and to his left where the inns' sign hung. On either side of the sign dangled a naked slave, harnessed securely to the ironwork that supported the sign. They were a matched set, male and female, and their harnessing left them little room to squirm. They were both in mild states of arousal, for occasionally someone would wander by, and almost as an afterthought, reach up and caress them intimately. They would struggle and moan, trying desperately to thrust their hips against the probing hands, seeking the orgasm they so craved. But the hands would invariably pull away, leaving them hot and shaking in their need.
Other slaves passed the wagons, hands chained securely behind their backs, on errands of one form or another. Most had pouches tied to their collars and some had messages written on their bodies. Two male slaves crossed the street at some distance ahead of the wagons and turned left down the street towards them. The two were harnessed side by side to the long handle of a pull cart loaded with fresh fruit, bottles of wine, blocks of cheese, and baskets of bread. On the chest of one was a shopping list that the grocers slave had apparently filled. Both were ballgagged, with head harnesses and high posture collars. The traces fom their body harnesses were buckled securely to points on the cart handle, and as they passed, the driver noted absently that their asses sported long pony tails. They jingled a bit as they moved past, from the tiny bells attached to their erect cocks.
Coming out into the main square the wagons slowed further, as they were obliged to bear far to the left and go around rather than taking their course thru the middle. The square was filled with a large crowd that surrounded a large raised platform that sat centered in the area. The noise and hubbub from the crowd was humor-filled and loud, and they cheered as they watched the action on the platform. For on top of the construction was a wooden pillory, made in such a way as to hold and support a slaves body while leaning him forward at about a 45 degree angle. The pillory itself was part of a larger device, a giant lazy susan that spun the pillory about to the cheers of the crowd. Strapped into it now was a female, naked except for a belt of metal that was padlocked behind her back, and ran between her thighs. Galen smiled as he wondered how long it had been since her last orgasm, for she was aroused highly, and he could see the interior of her thighs were wet and shining despite the pain she was enduring. Standing beside her was a man, stripped to the waist and sweating in the warm sun. As she turned on the wheel he lashed her ass with a long, supple strap of black leather and pumped the device with his foot, up and down on a lever that kept the pillory turning. As they finally exited the square Galen turned to see that she had evidently pleased the crowd, for she had been showered with tiny coins that the pillory master had gathered up and placed in a small sack. He spun the device round, releasing the straps and pulling her off the wheel only to lay her over his lap. She squirmed and moaned as he quickly lubed her ass and inserted the bag, tying its strings to the chains of her chastity belt. With a good-natured slap to her ass he sent her on her way back to whoever owned her, with her winnings tucked inside her ass. As she descended the platform another slave was brought to the top for his humiliation. Then the village buildings closed off his vantage point as they turned a corner and headed at a fast trot for the gates ahead and the winding road up to the castle.
Once outside the gates Galen brought his caravan to a halt, and as the guards began to uncover the rear wagons rolling their canvas covers out of the way, Galen stepped inside the house wagon. When he re-emerged gone was the caravan driver in his road stained dusty clothes. Now he was attired in light armor, highly polished, and covered with a surcoat made of silk and emblazoned with his coat of arms. Coming around the wagon he began a visual inspection of his caravan as servants and retainers dusted, washed, and polished the whole affair into shing perfection. Now that the covers were thrown back, Galen visually inspected his cargo. Forty sets of eyes met his and in turn, lowered deferentially to the wagon flooring. Naked flesh gleamed, and shining chains made tiny noises. For locked in each wagon were twenty slaves, gagged and chained, male and female. They were kneeling in the wagon on padded mats, their hands braceleted behind their backs, ten to a side. Between the two columns was a long metal pole that went from the front of the cargo area to the rear. Each slave was chained to this pole by an ankle manacle with a short chain attached. At the other end of this chain was a sturdy steel ring that was slipped over and slid down the long pole. The rear end of the pole itself was locked in a yoke that was securely bolted to the wagon floor. Tiny noises sometimes were audible, small moans and whimpers of need. These slaves, all of them Nobles in their own lands, were to be auctioned off at the castle, to rich Lords and Ladies, and perhaps, to the Royalty. The Queen seldom bought, but when she did she would train a slave to utter obedience. Her ruthlessness in breaking her slaves was legendary, and well-known even outside the Kingdom. Yes, She rarely bought, he knew, but when She did She would simply offer one bid, and all others would fall short. One bid from the Queen and his fortune could be well and truly made. These slaves were the cream of the crop, chosen from a large pool of willing candidates for their sexual responsiveness, strong healthy bodies, and above all, their totally submissive natures. Even so, he wanted them auctioned at the very height of sexual arousal and as such they were all belted when he set out from his villa three weeks ago. Since then not one of them had had an orgasm and all of them, male and female, were in constant torment from the unyielding steel belts. Galen smiled as he watched them trying to beg with their bodies even now, helpless slaves to their own needs. He returned to the lead wagon, and a retainer now took the reins. The caravan began to move again, and as the sprawling castle came nearer Galen laughed in pure pleasure - he would soon be very rich indeed!
(to be continued in part two)
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