Hans Meijer - The slave girl

"Huh, maybe." His glance was sharp. "Look, Corey, I like you. I?ll whip you and I?ll sell you into slavery but I like you. I?m going to pass the word around where and how you were sold. If Aslam or your Dad want you bad enough maybe something will come of it." He looked at her quizzically. "What the hell do?you want Aslam to ransom you for? The way I heard it he was going to whip the ass off you?"

Corey sniffed unhappily. "Well, he wouldn?t have put me in a chain gang and made me walk naked across half a continent. You?ve done that, and now you?re going to whip me as well." She shrugged disdainfully. "And then you?re going to sell me to some rich Arab for his harem. That?s not much of a future for a girl, is it?"

"Hell, if I pass on the info? like I?ve promised, you could be back in the U.S.A. inside six months. Your ass won?t get skinned in that time… and the other thing don?t wear out."

"Alright, I?m grateful." Corey eyed her owner dubiously. "I honestly will be grateful if you?ll do that for me… and I believe you will." She sought expression. "It?s just that… that… Oh, dammit! I just don?t want to be a slave, and be whipped, and chained, and have my body ravished… Master."

"Understood, love. But none of it?s lethal. If I tell you to position yourself and to ask me to screw you, would you obey?"

"Yes, I would obey. I?ve already been broken in, y?know. My jailor at Amphala fucked me every evening. He tied my hands behind my back for it, said it was better that way." Defiantly, she added: "I hope you approve my use of the word?fuck?… Master?"

"Do things right, don?t you?" Burdett sardonically approved. "O.K. Start the act."

With her limbs totally free it was doubly shaming. Corey suspected he was well aware of the fact. Without pause to think or shrink, she positioned herself nakedly upon the ground, spread wide her legs, bent up her knees, looked up between them and demurely asked: "Please fuck your slavegirl, Master." Impulsively she crossed her unbound wrists beneath the small of her back to invitingly arch her loins.

Achmed?s trick was habit forming. "I?m the victim of protocol." Seth Burdett admitted languorously from beside her on the ground. "You were damn good. Good enough I?d let you off the whipping. But I can?t put you back on the coffle with unmarked skin. Sorry?bout that, love."

Corey did not care. For the moment she was in that blissful content which ignores tomorrow. Seth Burdett had given her happiness. As a lover he was highly skilled. For sunburst after sunburst he had made her forget her slavery. She was grateful. In silent but tactile eloquence her fingers caressed his skin.

"Wish I could afford to keep you for myself." Seth admitted pensively. "But there?s Mustafa?s half share in you, and I don?t know where in hell I could put you to keep you safe."

"What, no cage?" Corey would happily prolong the idyll.

"It?s not just a case of keeping you from escaping, love."

Seth pondered slowly. "But I?d have too damn many people chasing us. There?s your dad, there?s Aslam, and there?s Abdul Nour. D?you realize you?re the most wanted woman in the world?"

"On that coffle I?d never guess."

"Hell, it?s true. Me and Mustafa will be damn lucky to get you safely sold before one of?em comes galloping over the hill."

"Fat lot of good that?ll do me, chained in some old coot?s seraglio and safely out of sight."

"I?ll make certain you?ve never out of sight."

Corey raised herself on an elbow and gazed serenely down at her Master. "Don?t sell me. Keep me. You can make a deal with Mustafa. Trade him two girls for me. Every girl you?ve got on that chain?s a beauty. They?ll fetch just a big price as me."

Seth nodded. "That part I can do. It?s the hiding afterwards I don?t want. It wouldn?t be good for you. I?d have to keep you tied or chained in some dismal little hole… I wouldn?t dare let you be seen by anyone."

"Master… Seth?" In her present mood the slavegirl was greatly daring. "You don?t need to tie or chain me at all. I?ll come with you willingly. I?ll be an obedient slave…"

Seeing his disbelief, she became vehement. "Can?t you understand how much I?d prefer you to some ancient Arab with a hundred oil wells and twenty wives?"

"Damn flattering, love. But you?ll have to trust my judgement. I know what we?d be up against, you don?t. Drop it."

Corey mourned in silence. Something good had seemed so close. Whether Seth was being prudent or perverse she could not tell. For her the result was going to be the same. In bitter disappointment she reproached: "So now you have to whip me?"

"?Fraid so."

"Well, don?t shed tears. Leave them to me. I?m bound to be whipped sooner or later by someone. This is crazy, but I?d just as soon it was done to me now… and by you. Then I?ll know what it?s like."

"You won?t enjoy it, love. I?ll have to lace you hard to leave you with the right marks."

"Of course I won?t enjoy it. But it?s a case of standing up to the dragon and getting rid of him. This whipping business has been bugging me long enough."

"You?re too good to be true, love."

"I?m not. Can you gag me some way, so the others won?t hear me scream?"

"Mmmmmmmm, if you want."

"I want it terribly. I don?t want to go back to the chain looking ashamed of myself."

They lay together in silence, busy with their thoughts. It was Corey who, in the end, insisted. "Do it to me please. I can?t stand the suspense."

"Do what, love?"

"Whip me." Corey pinched him playfully. "You only asked that to hear me say it again. You like hearing me ask to be whipped?"

"?Fraid so. It?s the horniest request I ever heard from a girl."

"We?re both damn honest about it… Master."

Seth Burdett sat up and surveyed the naked girl at his side with enigmatic eyes. Idly, he played with her nipples, enjoying the response she did not try to hide. Quietly, he mocked: "You hate calling me that, don?t you?"

"Yes. But I can make myself get used to it. Since I have to be whipped and locked back on the coffle I think it?s best I use it. It puts us both in our place."

She smiled up at him. "I?ve asked you nicely to whip me, but the way we?re doing I think you?re going to fuck me against instead? Do I have to beg?"

"It?s a nice idea." He shook his head irritably. "But you?re right. We?ve been out here long enough. Mustafa and I respect each other and don?t impose. The poor chap thinks you need a whipping in the worst way. He thinks you?re haughty."

"I am. You can whip it out of me. How do we go about this?"

"Simple, love. I just hang you up by your wrists. C?mon. Over under the tree."

Miss Corey Gibson, one of the world?s loveliest and most wealthy women, considered the absurdity of what she was doing, reflected on the outrageous requests she had made, pondered her intense sensual pleasure in what a Slave Trader had done to her. Back on the coffle she would feel ashamed, but not now! She knew not from whence her euphoria stemmed, but it possessed her utterly. She was heatedly and sexually aroused to the point where she longed to be whipped by this immensely masculine creature who had set her passions aflame in a way Achmed had failed to do. Achmed?s ravishing had given her comfort, but Seth Burdett?s had fired her loins into a demanding female lust to feel the cut of his lash upon her flesh in an endless prolongation of orgasm. It was a naked slavegirl who walked to the tree and smiled back over a bare shoulder.

"If I was young and foolish I?d be talking about love right now." Seth was tugging the heavy cord testingly between muscular hands.

Corey was femininely wise. She raised her forearms and watched her wrists tied with band after band of the soft ligature. "It?s going to hurt." Seth counseled. "But with enough rope to make the strain…"