*Well, I’ve never posted here before but a friend/chat partner suggested that I share a bit of my work. This is the beginning of a story I’m working on based in a low fantasy, swords-and-sandals setting. I’ve always enjoyed historical fantasies and imagining myself as a poor captive up on the auction block, so here we go!*
Theo entered and stopped at once, looking around the Ivasi king’s hall. Great carved and painted pillars of redwood held up a high, timbered roof. To each pillar was bound a man, beaten and bloodied, but not yet broken. The defeated chieftains, Theo guessed by the look of them. All were muscled, tall and proud, but stripped and secured with thick chains of Theran make binding their hands and feet. Their pride is all they have left, he mused. Theran might would soon seize that from them as well.
Theran officers sat about the hall, drinking wine or sputtering as they tasted the bitter ale the Ivasi brewed. Collared slaves, the general’s own, roasted goat and lamb over the large firepit in the hall’s center. The men traded tales of the battle as they swapped their plunder, a longsword for a druid’s silver sickle, stolen gold for fine northern furs. These trinkets and treasures were worth much to a common born officer and even more to a common soldier, but Theo had no use for them. He still hoped for another sort of plunder.
General Pylas himself sat at the high king’s table, still clad in his armor. It was unscratched and polished, glimmering in the firelight. And yet Theo had seen him in the melee this morning, cutting down the Ivasi savages with his gladius. Pylas was a good commander, but a better showman still. He carefully curated his own image in the higher echelons of Theran society – a habit he had apparently carried with him to these dreary northern lands. Perhaps he planned on a show this evening.
The general raised a hand and bid Theo come sit by his side. Many a head turned and watched the young, brilliant officer cross the open space in the middle of the hall and stand before the great Conqueror of Ivas and her people.
“Come Theo! Sit at my table tonight and enjoy our victory. You have as much claim as any man here to them,” he bellowed. The men around him raised their cups and cheered. “It was your wit that turned the tide of battle in the mountain pass. If not for you we might be thralls of these savages or else frozen corpses waiting for the next spring thaw!”
The men cheered again as Theo took his seat beside the general. A slave quickly brought him a steaming leg of lamb and a wineskin. He clutched the skin and drank deep, letting the bold, dry red wash away the taste of battle.
After a while, the general again raised his hand and kept it there. The hall fell slowly fell silent, though the wooden walls did not entirely deaden the cheers and screams of the legion’s not-too-distant camp.
“My good friends… today we have won a great victory!” The men raised their cups and cheered. “Ivasi lands will be held by Theran masters now. Ivasi silver will fill the Imperial coffers. Ivasi men will work our fields and mines and oars, as do many of our defeated enemies.” The men cheered again. “And their women…” the general grinned, then clapped his hands together.
The doors of the hall swung open again and in was pushed a terrified, weeping young woman with long hair the color of straw – and no clothes. The poor thing tried to preserve her modesty by covering her perky tits and cunt with her hands, but it did not matter. She was naked and a slave of Thera. The girl would never wear clothes again.
Another followed her, then another. The women huddled together for protection. Even so, centurions roughly urged them into the center of the room as more terrified captives were brought forth. Theo felt his cock stir at the site.
“The finest daughters of Ivas, plucked from the ruins of their civilization and brought before you brave soldiers of the Empire! They shall serve you now, while our guests watch the show.” He gestured to the chained chieftains. Not one had the courage to look up at him. “Find one you fancy or spill your seed in several!” he bellowed and laughed. The men froze, their gazes flitting between their general and the growing throng of weeping, terrified young women. The general looked around and smirked. “Go!” he shouted the command like and order.
At once the men surged forth in a disorderly charge, grabbing at the arms and legs and hair of the poor girls, dragging them away from the protective huddle like vultures picking at a corpse. Hands reached for soft tits and round asses and delicate lower lips. The women wept and wailed as they were dragged off to the corners of the hall to suffer a new slave’s fate.
Even before the last girl was thrust through the entrance, the hall had come alive with the wailing and screaming of the slave girls serving their masters for the first time. Some men forced the weeping girls’ mouths down on their hard cocks, while others simply bent them over and took their maidenheads. One poor girl already had a man working his cock into her ass while another took her cunt. Such was the fate of the conquered.
Theo squeezed the last drops out of his wineskin and stood, making his way over to the press of naked slave girls, eager to find a lovely young companion for the evening. Pylas grabbed his arm, the man’s grip was so firm it threatened to deaden Theo’s hand.
“Oh no,” Pylas smirked and wagged a thick finger in mock chastisement. “Theo of Kaliya, Hero of the Mountain Pass, won’t spill his seed in any pretty common girl tonight.”
Quiet rage rose in his chest. All praise and no reward, he thought bitterly. All the men would enjoy fucking these choice slaves while he took part in another of the general’s shows?
His rage evaporated as Pylas snapped his fingers. Two burly, armored centurions brought forth a weeping young woman, perhaps a few years his junior. She was a true northern beauty, with lovely face, bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, and small but perky tits. Theo’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes drank in the sight of her lithe, nubile body.
“The High King’s only daughter,” Pylas explained. “A slave like any other now, of course, but I thought a learned man like you might enjoy a bit of history in his new companion. And who knows? Breed her and your sons might have a claim to this dark, dreary patch of dirt!”
The general laughed again and gave Theo a powerful slap on the back that almost sent him to his knees. He caught himself and turned to face Pylas. “My thanks! She is a finer prize than I had hoped to claim.”
“Non-sense! She might be the first princess you rape, but once the Empress herself hears of your achievements I expect it will be you leading legions in a few years’ time. There are plenty of other savage cities with young beauties in them.” Pylas looked at him, then at the dead king’s daughter. “Well, I’ll let you have your fun then, hmm? I’ve a mind to walk through the camps and enjoy the soldiers’ celebrations. We’ve already given them the girls that I didn’t pick for this occasion.”
General Pylas strode off and out of the hall. The two centurions followed him, leaving Theo alone with this lovely wisp of a slave girl.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o9x6lu/a_slave_girl_of_thera_mf_slave_noncon
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