Nora The Third and Final Chapter
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Chapter 1 -
We had been lead to this place. A domed room that could hold a least a thousand of us poor wenches although currently I would guess there was a hundred of us.
We all stood, half understanding out fate and dreading it. Cursing and praying to the very Gods who brought us here. More than a few cried and sobbed. Those monsters paid no attention. They were used to this spectacle I was sure.
One hundred women of various ages, sizes, colors, creeds all bound together by a common destiny. All bound physically by ropes and chains. Each of us now no more than a mere animal, mere slaves but that reality had not set in yet. We each considered ourselves free and independent women to be sure.
“Quiet down Ladies” the strong female voice boomed across the hall.
And we obeyed.
It took me a moment to pinpoint the voice, the dome being designed in such that she didn’t need to shout and her voice could be heard everywhere, and we each heard her clearly. She stood on a small dais in the center of the room.
“My name is not important, I am a slave just as you are” she stated but in a voice that was full of command and confidence. “That is the first lesson you will learn. That you are just property, and that not even your name belongs to you now.”
She let that sink in for a moment. “I am to be your trainer. I am to be your mother, your father, your worst nightmare and your best friend in the coming months until you are ready to be sold. Yes, months. You may think you can cook now, or sew…or even dance. You will learn how to please a man and a woman. If you can do any of those skills, then they will be improved upon. If not, you will learn the rudimentary elements of these things. You will learn new skills and things that you may have never thought of. Most importantly, you will learn your place. “
I could see her now as the tall woman in front of me moved slightly to the left. The commending voice came from a raven haired girl who stood as tall as any man, her facial features were a bit harsh and her nose seemed to have been broken at one time and never heeled correctly. She wore a black dress that went to the floor and didn’t really show her figure, the silver collar she wore shone in the light. Her eyes were amber and contained a coldness and weariness to them.
Some girls murmured and cried out after that as the raven haired women paused. They were quickly quieted by guards that meandered through the crowd, and those who shouted and cried out were quickly silenced with a gag. Each of us was still bound in the ropes and chains that the various slavers had gathered us in. As I looked about we were all in various stages of dress although nearly all of us were nude.
She continued to talk to us in that stern lecturing tone which commanded the room after that brief disruption. “Obedience is not only expected” she paused for dramatic effect, “it is mandatory. If a free person gives you a commend, you will obey it without question. If one of your trainers gives an order, you will obey it without question. Honestly girls, the more you behave from here on in, the less likely you will have problems in the future.”
She paused and looked across the room. “Let me make this perfectly clear to each and every one of you. Your lives are not your own from this moment on. Under the laws of Ish and the laws of nearly every other place you may find your poor sorry ass in…you are animals. You are property. Your Master or Mistress may whip you, beat you, and kill you without question or remorse. You are slaves; you are animals, nothing more.”
“My name from here on out is Head Trainer. You will address me as that or even Mistress if you prefer. You will address the others as Trainer. I’m sure you will refer to us as worse in private. That will quickly stop. Again, the success you have as slaves will depend on you. Choose to cooperate and accept your fate and things can be simple, pleasant even. Refuse…while the fate is the same, it will just take longer and be more painful both physically and mentally.”
Again she paused letting that sink in. “You will now be separated into groups of ten. If one of your group fails, you all fail.” She again was quiet for a moment but no one dare say a word, then she continued. “If one of you is to be punished then you will all be punished. There will be no mercy shown.”
The guards jumped into action then. We three were quickly linked to a group of four girls than another two were added. There was little resistance as the guards went about their business. A girl was dragged across the hall by her hair thrashing about. I noticed she was gagged and added to the back of our chain.
The young guardsmen waited a moment and then the trainer came to the front of the line, bowing her head gently to the guard with a soft “Thank you Master.” She took the leash from him; she was in her mid thirties I guessed. Her hair was red like mine only brighter and curled on top. She wore a similar dress as the head trainer did but hers was shorter, only going down to her knees. She was barefoot and did not say a word to us but jerked the chain roughly. I followed, having the luck to be the first in line and the rest of the miserable sister wenches followed behind.
We entered a stone tunnel that was off to the side and which twisted this way and that, sometimes it was completely pitch black and other times the tunnel blazed with torchlight. Sometimes we passed doors where we could here moaning and screaming. Male and female voices intermixed from behind these doors and often it was not a pleasurable sound. I tried to count the turns, tried to remember the path out because if given the chance I had plans to run. It was hopeless though I realized as we came to yet another turn in the cavernous building.
Again we were walking in pitch blackness, and then suddenly we were in the great hall again. I blinked as I got used to the light.
Our trainer led us to the dais. A single guard stood there. He was an older man with stern eyes and a brown moustache that seemed out of place on his face somehow. He carried a black coiled belt in his hands.
“First lesson sluts!” our trainer bellowed. We all stopped and had they lined us up in front of her straight. She stepped in front of me, and then asked me my name.
“My name is” was all I managed to get out before the slap snapped my head around.
“You are a slave. A slave has no name unless given to her by her owner. Now again, what is your name?”
“No…” again my head was slapped and I could taste blood.
“The correct response is “A slave girl may be called by whatever name the owner pleases.” She hissed, not only at me but to all of us. “Now we will try it again.”
I hesitated. “My name is…”
Again I was slapped. She smiled at me. “The head trainer said that if one was punished, all were to be punished. So I will ask you again. What is your name?”
I answered and again I tasted blood in my mouth as her slap echoed in the hall.
“Guard,” she said quietly, “if you would.”
He stepped in front of the girl on my right, the black girl and I had shared the ships hold together. The slap echoed through the hall. He moved to the next, and the next. The tears and cries of the girls filled the hall.
When he was finished he returned to his spot quietly and stood next to the trainer.
She sighed and looked at me. Her eyes were cold and dark and I knew that if I didn’t answer correctly then each girl in line would be slapped by the guard again. My cheek and eyes burned with hatred and frustration.
“Slave, “she said lazily as if bored with our conversation, “what is your name?”
I hesitated, hearing the other girl’s quiet sobs. I wanted to look at them but the trainer held my gaze. She waited and so did I, she must of seen the wheels turning.
“This slave…” I stated.
“Yes”
“A slave girl may be called by whatever name the owner pleases.” I spat it out and my gaze fell to the floor.
“Again. Say it again.”
“I’ve already said it you bitch.” I cursed.
The guard struck me then across my ass with the belt and it burned. It burned worse than anything I had ever felt before. I howled like an animal for a moment and then glared at the trainer. She just studied her nails nonchalantly.
The guard moved to the girl beside me.
“A slave girl may be called by whatever name the owner pleases!” I shouted out before he could strike the other girl.
“Again.” The bitch in front of me stated.
I repeated it. I repeated it twenty times for her.
She stepped to the next girl in line. This girl had been on the boat with me, another girl from the River Lands and she stood their shaking in her fear. I thought for sure she would piss herself when the trainer lifted her head.
“And your name little slave” the woman said.
“A slave girl….” She parroted back to her. Again and again she repeated that phrase till the red head bitch was satisfied. “Good girl.” She stated and moved on to the next.
When a girl resisted we were all slapped, the girl that resisted was slapped by the red headed bitch, the others the guard. Another wrong answer and we all received the belt.
It was a quick and easy lesson to learn. Just swallow your pride and say the words. Say them twenty times and the whore moved on to the next girl…the next slave.
We all held our breath when she got to the end of the line. She smiled at the girl with the gag in her mouth.
“Now you are a special case. If I think you are resisting me, or if you resist me…then the guard will whip you five times. It’s very simple for you to say the words. Be a good girl.”
She removed the gag and the girl said nothing. The guard beat her with the belt five times and the girl still never cried out.
The guard returned to the front of the line and raised his belt….then I screamed. I screamed again and continued to scream as the guard whipped me. When he finished with me he quietly moved down the line. Delivering the blows to each girl till he reached the end.
The red headed bitch stifled a yawn. “Say the words or it will be ten strokes for each of your new friends .”
“Say the words damn it” I heard myself scream at the slave at the end of our chain.
Still the girl stood silent. Then she said quietly “I am not a slave.”
The guard merely shrugged and went about his duty starting again with me at the beginning of the line. My ass was on fire now, bitter tears filled my eyes. I looked at the other girls and could see a mixture of pain; anger and even betrayal fill their eyes. “Why she we suffer do to her insolence!” one of the other girls cried out.
The trainer smiled and picked up the chin of the last women in line. “It is a good question. Why should they suffer for you? Just say the words and this torment ends, not only for you but for them as well. Or do you think that somehow you are better than them? That your will is stronger?”
The trainer goaded that woman. I didn’t care what her name was, or what her pride was, I just wanted her to say the damn words.
“Fifteen strokes for each girl this time I think. Unless you say the words, now what is your name slave?”
She finally said what the trainer wanted to hear after we all had felt a total of thirty strokes on our ass. The red head bitch had us all repeat the phrase “A slave girl may be called by whatever name the Owner pleases” an additional twenty times in unison.
We were all dragged off then, thrown into a small room that was barely big enough to hold the ten of us. A single bucket in the corner was all we had to relieve ourselves in and the walls were stone and cold. When the guard shut the door there was no light.
More than one of us cried ourselves to sleep but not before the last girl in line was kicked and beaten out of anger.
It was our first night out of many I feared where we would be naked, cold and beaten.
Nora – an Emma Prequel
Chapter 2
“This is how you kneel.” Our trainer stood in front of us and with her back straight as possible and never taking her eyes off of us, slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position, her legs were open wide and her hands rested comfortably on her knees.
“Do this twenty times in a row to our satisfaction and you will receive some bread and hummus to eat. The first time you do not do it to our satisfaction then you will start all over again at zero. This applies to the group as a whole”
The red headed trainer whom I decided to call “bitch” under my breath eased out of her kneeling position simply and easily. We started to practice like we were shown. She walked along us, her riding crop correcting us with light taps or sometimes a sharp strike on the inner thigh.
She added another task to our practice. “What are your names slaves?”
“A slave girl may be called by whatever name the owner pleases” we shouted in unison.
“Again!”
We repeated it twenty times as she walked among us. “Good girls, very good. There may be some hope for your sorry asses yet!”
I had no idea how long it took each of us to kneel in unison before we managed to do twenty correctly as a group to her satisfaction. Somehow we managed to do it and my thighs were burning.
Then as promised to us we were fed, some stale bread and hummus to dip the bread in. “At the end of your meal you will thank the guard for providing it to you. If one of you fails to thank the guard then you will all go three days without food.”
Without a word we all stared hard at the last girl in line. I didn’t care about her one damn yesterday, but now I just wanted her to cooperate. She sat on her hunches and nibbles on her bread, like us all, she had trouble sleeping the previous night and the angry welts from the whipping yesterday showed.
I realized that this was the first time since I had been thrown together with these girls that I could look them over. The last girl in line, the one that had caused our little group so much trouble was a dirty blond girl; her eyes were a honey brown color that matched her skin. She seemed to have a haunted aura about her. I did not know her name.
The two girls I did know were from the River Lands like me, they were twins with dark cocoa skin, hair and eyes. They were taller than me and had fuller breasts and bodies. One was named Kasha and the other Keisha. Personality wise Kasha was a mouse as compared to her sister. They were from the village of La’ura which was upriver from my small fishing village on the coast. They were chained directly to me.
Next to Keisha was Elizabeth, whose name was whispered to me in the middle of the night, she was from Ish and had fallen on rough times. After her training she would most likely be sold to the North East Kingdoms she simply stated. It was rare for a son or daughter of Ish to actually be enslaved within its city walls. She was older than us all I thought as I looked at her. She had the belly of a woman that had once given birth and a slight slouch.
April was next. Another Ish girl with sandy hair and bright searching eyes. She was short like me and had slightly smaller breasts. Her skin was like porcelain and I doubted that she was barely of legal age to be a slave.
Mary and Jamie were next in line. Holding each other tight for mutual support and comfort, they were sisters who were stolen in the middle of the night from a caravan on the trade roads by raiders. Jamie was the older one by a year.
The last three girls we did not know yet. The girls that were eighth and ninth on the chain had taken their frustrations and anger out on the last girl in line the previous night. We were all naked, dirty and wore out.
We were command to stand and as told thanked the guard for providing us with bread and hummus, I held my breath as they moved down the line and each girl thanked the guard in turn. It seemed we would have food again soon at least.
With a tug on the leash we were told to be quiet and marched down yet another hall, they were looking the same to me. Then at a bend there stood several guards and a few trainers. They were all women and all dressed more or less the same as our trainer was. We were separated and I was half lead half dragged into a chamber, chained to a post and then left alone. The door, which was the only light in the room, was closed.
I listened as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, but could hear nothing. I waited, and shivered. The room was cool but not cold and I could feel the stones beneath my feet. I waited, and still nothing. No sounds at all. I worried if they had separated Mary and Jamie as well. They were sisters and Jamie seemed to be the stronger of the two. I worried for Mary. I worried about the girls from the River Lands.
I worried for myself.
Suddenly the door opened in a blaze of light and I was quickly hooded and carried, yes carried, upside down over the shoulder of a guard. I yelled at him but a sharp spank silenced me as it amplified the pain from the whippings yesterday.
Again we moved through countless corridors and twisting turns till finally I was laid, much like a sack of potatoes would be, on some sort of table. My arms were quickly tied down and then strong hands pulled my legs apart despite my attempt to resist. My ankles were cuffed in padded leather and pulled up and away from my body and I realized that I lay naked and exposed to whatever they wished to do next.
A dispassionate male voice asked me “Slave, have you been with a man?”
“What?” I asked him, my cheeks burning with shame and I was glad he could not see the embarrassment in my face.
He simply took one of my nipples in his hand and twisted it hard, I howled in pain.
“I am a free man, you will address me as Master and I asked you a question slut.”
“No, I’m a virgin Master!” I sputtered out.
He released my nipple. “Very good.”
He then started to exam me on the table, as he took my pulse and spoke to someone else in the room who never said a world by took notes. He asked my age and about my medical history and when my last period was. I answered to the best of my knowledge and it seemed all rather odd and routine at the same time. It seemed odd to me that I should still blush after everything I had gone through.
Then I felt his hands exam my vagina, my womanhood! He was not rough as he poked and probed me, but I still felt a little violated. Again he spoke to the unknown person in the room and he pointed out some things to them using words I did not know. He seemed disappointed in that I did not have something called a hymen but then explained why he believed I was a virgin.
Then I felt something cold and metal pushed into me and a pinch or two as it pulled my pussy apart. It did not hurt but I did feel some pressure. Then I felt two fingers enter me and I blushed again, he pressed down on my belly for some reason and again I blushed under the hood.
Then a young boy’s fingers probed me in the same why he’s did. They spoke a bit and then something cool and grease like was applied to my bum hole.
“No Master, Please!” I begged.
They ignored me and I felt fingers probe me there as well. I cried out and struggled to no avail.
What happened next was worse.
They inserted something into me, I could not see what it was but they called it an “IUD” and they PUSHED it deep into me. I felt a sharp pain and some cramps…but thankfully it lasted only for a moment or two. I breathed quietly and only half listened to something about leaving the strings in place.
The young boy took my right breast I his hand and I struggled at this new violation.
“What you’re looking for is anything that feels like a lump or bump.” The older man told the silent boy, “If you feel anything that does not seem right, let me know.”
The boy’s hands moved on to my left breast and the tissue under my arms.
“Very good John, very good work indeed. Now if you would be so kind to get the dental gag ready we will check her eyes and teeth.”
In one practiced movement the hood was removed and before I could react, I felt something slipped into my mouth and bucked behind my head.
My jaw was forced open; I winced at the brief pain and realized that I could not shut my jaw. A bright light was shown my eyes and again I could feel the fingers of the doctor probe my mouth. I tried to use my tongue to force it out.
He laughed. “Trust me girl, you will be gagged this way soon enough for training with your tongue. This is just to check for cavities and overall health. “
I relaxed somewhat….what choice did I have?
He smiled down at me and patted my head. “You’re in fine health girl. You should make an excellent slave for someone.”
I wanted him to stop, to take out the gag that was now making my jaw sore. All I wanted was this nightmare to stop. I wanted to cry and scream and kick…and couldn’t do anything of the sort.
He and the boy left, and I was alone again still tied down and exposed.
Again it could have been an hour, maybe two or maybe 10 minutes. My mouth was drying out from the damn dental gag and I wanted water.
Finally the door opened and the woman I referred to as “bitch” entered the room. The Doctor followed and they chatted about my health as if I was not even in the room. I finally got a good look at the doctor. He was an elderly man, older than my father had been before he died. His hair was gray and slicked back somehow. He eyes were blue and held no compassion for me. He seemed to respect the trainer but she referred to him as Master and kept her eyes downcast near him.
The trainer turned to me and pulled up her skirt slight. The mark of a slave was on the meaty part of her right thigh. She smiled. “You will wear one like this shortly.” She then turned and with some additional rope tied by right leg in place so no matter how I struggled it would not move.
The Doctor took a rag and rubbed it over my skin, it felt cool for a moment or so. The trainer picked up something; I wasn’t sure what it was. I moaned and screamed…then passed out.
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