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This is a work of erotic fiction for the private
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without the express permission of the commissioner is
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story.  Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames
are not. 



	Horatio was discussing his need for a new sex slave
with Hector, a purveyor of fine women. 
	"I just need someone new.  The old ones don't excite
me as much as they used to."  Horatio explained.
	"I have just the perfect girl.   Come back tomorrow."
Hector replied.
	The next day, Hector lead out a pretty girl for
inspection.  She was naked except for a short skirt
which barely covered her pussy.   She was short, with
a pretty face, and round breasts with small round
nipples.  Her face and abdomen still had residues of
baby fat,  but she was almost a fully mature woman. 
	"Her name is Jasmine, and you can have her for a
reasonable price,"  Hector explained.
	Horatio felt her firm breasts, squeezing them.   She
made no response.
	"Where did you get her?"  Horatio asked.
	"Her parents sold her a few months ago to the Golden
Flower brothel.  I bought her two weeks ago.  Too much
time in the brothel ruins a woman for any thing else
in life.  I thought it would be good to sell her to a
gentleman like yourself before it was too late.  If
you really want a virgin, it will cost you more."
	"Being a virgin is over rated, except for a wife or
daughter, of course,"  Horatio added. 
	"Of course."
	Three months previous found Jasmine standing, tied
naked to a post in the brothel, surrounded by a dozen
leering men.  Her hair was cut short, indicating her
status as a slave.  The owner of the brothel was
auctioning the rights to her virginity.   Jasmine knew
that all the activity was about her, but she did not
fully understand it.
	Her parents sold her because she was the youngest
daughter, and therefore the least valuable.   Many
young girls were allowed to die as infants, because
they just consumed food and did not yield any money in
terms of a dowry.  As she reached maturity, Jasmine's
greatest fear was that her father would visit her bed,
as he had her older sisters.   However, the father
realized he could get more money if she  was a virgin,
 so he just tormented the sisters more. 
	The men were getting more excited at the prospect of
deflowering this slave.  They leered  at her as the
bidding went higher.  Finally a wealthy merchant won
the bid.  He was very pleased with himself that he
could afford to give this girl a thorough poking.  The
ritual was that he would have to take her right there.
  If he could not perform, the next bidder would take
his place.  If it turned out that Jasmine was not a
virgin, all the men could have her, and the brothel
owner was out the money.  
	The winner pulled his penis out from his trousers. 
It was still normal size, but the winner was confident
that it would grow with proper stimulation.  He
roughly pulled Jasmine toward him.  
	"On you knees, slave, and worship your new master!" 
he commanded.  He shoved his penis in her face.  
Jasmine was not sure what was going to happen, but it
could not be worse than being raped by her own father.
	"Open your mouth and take it!"  the man ordered. 
Jasmine did as she was told.  She never understood
that she had any choice.  The merchant pulled her
head, making her move over his prick.
	"Suck it," he ordered.   She tried to suck it, but
found it hard with the man moving her head.  He was
trying to fuck her mouth.   His prick expanded to a
rigid cylinder. 
	The men in the room began yelling, "Don't fuck her
mouth.    Fuck that virgin slave the right way."
	Some were yelling for the man to get out of the way,
so they could attack Jasmine.
	The man pulled his hard prick from her mouth.  He
pulled her head first onto a bed in the room.
	"Stick up you ass, so everyone can see your virgin
cunt,"  the man yelled. 
	 He let his fingers circle her slit.    He placed
first one finger, then two, then three into her tight
opening.  She  was confused by the feelings of
pleasure and humiliation.  
	The crowd kept yelling, "Fuck her.  Fuck her."
	The merchant said, "Now, I'm going to fuck you dodgy
style.  I'm going to take you like the bitch you are
about to become."
	Suddenly, the man replaced his fingers with his rigid
tool.  He thrust in hard.  Jasmine winced at the
sudden pain.   She whimpered and cried with pain and
humiliation as he penetrated her from behind.   He
grabbed her tits and used them as levers to pull her
toward him.  He moved violently within her,  thrusting
rapidly.  The man did not want to hold himself back. 
Instead, he just wanted to use her for his own
pleasure, and to show off  his prowess.   He bucked
against her until a powerful surge sent his semen
pouring into her.   When he had emptied his cum, he
pulled out, revealing the red flow of her virginity.
	Other men also got excited.   Some began to
masturbate.   They called over other whores to service
them.  When the came, they let their  semen drip over
Jasmine's back and face.
	All the men cheered.  The man felt triumphant.  Even
Jasmine smiled wanly,  with relief, and with the
feeling that something good must have happened, and
that she was responsible for it. 
	Jasmine settled into the life of a whore slave.  She
did not enjoy it, but she was not raised to enjoy
life.   She serviced four to six men a day.   She had
sex in every conceivable position.  Her customers
ranged from the nice to the disgusting.   Most were in
between.    Sometimes the sex was pleasant, but she
rarely achieved orgasm with her customers.    The only
release was with other whores, who would fondle each
other and bring her off.   
	Like most of the whores, Jasmine was starting to
smoke opium.  The owners of the brothel did not
discourage that practice, because it would make the
women passive and dependent on them.  But Hector was
right.   If she stayed in the brothel, she would be
ruined for any thing else.
	Jasmine was relieved to be taken by Hector, even
though he took her to his own bed twice.   At least
she could deal with one man instead of  a steady
stream.  She was also vaguely aware that slave whores
do not live very long, due to unsanitary working
conditions.   Also her stay with him enabled her to
recover from some minor injuries from customers who
wanted to tie her up or engaged in some rough sex.
	Horatio continued to inspect Jasmine.  He gently
fingered her pussy.  When she sighed softly,  Horatio
got the response he was looking  for.  
	"I'll offer 180 talents for her,"  Horatio said.
	"I'll need 400.  I paid almost that much to Golden
Flower,"  Hector responded.   
	They continued to negotiate until they agreed on 320
talents.   Each felt they had gotten a bargain.  
Through the entire conversation,  Jasmine knew what
was happening but just stared into space.
	"Clean her up, shave her, and bring her to my room at
the inn,"  Horatio instructed.   
	Later that day, Hector and a servant brought Jasmine
by cart.  She was wearing a heavy cloak so that
strangers would not make comments.  Horatio's servant,
 Alphonse, let them in.
Horatio was sitting on a bed, wearing a robe.
	"Take her cloak."  Horatio instructed.
	Under her cloak, Jasmine was totally naked.  Her head
and pussy had been shaved.  Her arms and legs were
tied by loose chains, and she wore a leather collar.  
	"Remove her chains and leave us."  Horatio
instructed.
	When Alphonse stared at beautiful slave, Horatio
ordered him,  "Leave us now and come back this evening
with some food.  Here's some extra money for you to
visit a brothel.  But if you touch her without my
permission, you are going back to the fields."
	Alphonse bowed and left.  He was actually a serf on
Horatio's estate,  so he could be dismissed at any
time.   
	When they were alone, Horatio said, "Jasmine, do you
know who I am?"
	"My new owner."
	"That is correct.  Your sole purpose in life is to
please me.  If you do that, I will treat you well.  If
you fail, I will punish you and send you back to the
brothel.   Do you understand?"
	"Yes, master.  Please don't send me back to the
brothel.  I will do everything to please you.  I will
do anything you ask.  Anything at all.  Just don't
send me back."
	This was the response Horatio hoped for.
	"Come closer.   Let me see you."
	Jasmine thrust out her chest and put her hands behind
her, as if on display.  She slowly walked to the bed.
	"Open your legs.  I want to see your pussy."
	He pulled her to him, and started to play with her
sex.   She shifted her weight between her legs, as if
agitated by his actions.   He then pulled her on to
the bed.
	"Open your legs wide so I can play with your cunt.  
But try not to move."
	He knelt between her, and alternatively fingered her
and kissed her.  Jasmine let herself get excited.  
Usually her clients would not work to get her 
aroused.  They were just interested in their own
pleasure.  But Horatio believed that she would work to
give him pleasure and would be loyal to him only if
she enjoyed it too.
	Horatio continued to lick her shaved clit.   She
started moaning and  moving around on the bed.  
	"I said, don't move."  Horatio ordered.   He wanted
the pressure to build.
	"I can't help it, master," she replied, whimpering.
	Horatio moved up to feel her firm tits,  kissing each
one in turn.  He then returned to her pussy.   He
inserted his fingers in her slit, moving them about.  
Jasmine moaned louder.  She rubbed her tits in
desperation.
	"Master, I can't take it any more."
	"Yes, you can."   He resumed his oral assault on her
pussy.  She yelled and screamed.  Her body bucked and
vibrated.  
	"Master, you're bringing me off."  She yelled,
breathlessly.
	When she relaxed, he ceased attacking her.
	"If you are a good slave, I will always try to make
you cum, " he said.
	Horatio removed his robe, and sat naked on her chest.
  He thrust his penis in her face.
	"I am not your master.   I am just your owner. My
prick is your master.  He is the one you have to
satisfy."
	She took his took in both hands and brought it to her
mouth.
	"Do you want me to suck on it?"
	"Yes.  Pleasure it.  Get me ready."
	She sat in the bed so she could reach him better.  
She moved her head back and forth on his prick as if
she were eating an apple.  He let her move over him
until he had expanded to the size of a cucumber.   	
	He then pulled back from her mouth and lowered
himself on her body.  He swiftly inserted his tool
into her eager pussy.  	
	Horatio instructed, "Bend your legs.  Put them behind
my shoulders.  I want complete access to you." 
	She abandoned herself to his thrusts.   However, 
Horatio was not in a hurry.  He would thrust, then 
stop.  Jasmine did not care what he did.   She was
lost in the erotic thrill of her new master.   He
could ride her to the ends of the earth.    She was
screaming with pleasure at every movement of his huge
prick inside her sensitive slit.  He played with her
tits while he fucked her. 
	Finally, Horatio could not take it anymore either. 
The pressure was too much.  He bucked wildly within
her.  He grunted, straining  for release.  His orgasm
was like a dam bursting.   He continued to move,
releasing more cum.  She squeezed her pussy muscles,
making him coax more cum out his hard prick.   
	Several minutes passed before he pulled out and lay
next to her.
	"Did I pleasure you, master?"
	"Yes Jasmine."
	"So, you will keep me?'	
	"Yes, if you keep doing that,  I will keep you."
	"Good.   I want you to keep me."
	By then,  Alphonse came back with food and wine.   He
admired Jasmine's beauty, but an hour at the brothel
had drained him of sexual energy.   Nevertheless, 
Horatio did not let  him sleep in the same room as
Jasmine. 
	Over the next week, Horatio had sex with Jasmine once
or twice every day,  each time in a different
position.  Jasmine always complied with Horatio's
wishes, but she never came up with a new approach on
her own.  	When he was not with Jasmine,  Horatio did
business in the town, leaving her alone in the
apartment.  He did not trust Alphonse to be with her. 
	Horatio even shared her one night with Alphonse.   He
made Alphonse lie  on his back with Jasmine above him.
 He asked her to press Alphonse's prick between her
breasts, while he shoved his prick into her ass.   She
did not enjoy being fucked in the ass as in the
vagina,  but she cheerfully complied.  Jasmine easily
brought Alphonse to a gushing orgasm.  Horatio  took 
more time with her, until he filled her ass with cum
until it dripped onto Alphonse's legs.  
	At the end of the week, it was time to return to his
estate.   Horatio refitted Jasmine's chains and
covered her with the cloak.   He also bought a leather
panty, to cover her.
	He told her, "I'm just doing this to protect you, and
my investment.   You will like the country estate. 
There is a private garden where you can walk outside
naked, rather than being cooped up here.  You will
also like my special pleasure room, where I bring my
favorite slave.  There are also other people for you
to talk to."
	He did not mention that some of the people were other
sex slaves.
	It took several days to reach the estate by boat.   
During that time, Jasmine shared a cabin with Horatio
and Alphonse.    Because of the lack of privacy, 
Horatio and Jasmine did not have any sex. 
	At the estate, Jasmine was welcomed by Horatio's
wife, Portia.  For Portia, marriage was an economic
affair.   She believed that after conceiving and
baring five children, three of whom survived,  her
bed-room duties were over.  Her legitimate children
would preserve the estate and maintain her in her old
age.   She was glad to be relieved of that undignified
duty.
	Horatio took Jasmine to a room he had assigned to
her.   She would be near his other sex slaves, Gilda,
Violetta, Aida, and Ophelia.  However, Violetta was
pregnant and Aida had just weaned a baby daughter. 
Horatio hoped to impregnate her again soon.   Under
the old Roman law,  a child acquires the status of the
mother, so these children would be slaves.   Horatio
hoped to sell them when they became adults,  just as
Jasmine's father sold her.  He expected Hector to give
a good price.
	The sex slaves were required to be naked when they
were in their area, but had to wear a long robe
elsewhere on the  estate.   They did not wear chains,
because Horatio was not afraid they would escape.  
They were safer on the estate than they would be on
the outside.
	When he returned from settling Jasmine,  Horatio was
confronted with two crises.   The first was the other
slaves, especially Ophelia, greatly resented Jasmine's
arrival. 
	Ophelia had been Horatio's primary bed mate, and was
jealous of Jasmine.  Ophelia came up to Horatio,
opening her robe to reveal her bare body.    Even
though she was still pretty,  Horatio had tired of
Ophelia and wanted someone new.  
	Ophelia complained, "You don't care for me any more,
after all the loving  I've given you."	
	Horatio replied,  " I can be with any slave I want."
	Ophelia started to cry, "You don't love me any more."
	Horatio slapped her, sending to the ground.   She
sobbed loudly.  Horatio did love her, in the way he
loved his horse or his favorite dog.  
	He said, "I should not have slapped you, Ophelia. 
But it is unnatural for there to be love between a
master and  a slave."
	 The  other crisis was that his son Nigel, had
assaulted and tried to rape the wife of a serf, who
hit him with a stick.  For a serf to strike the
master's son was a grievous offense.  Horatio would be
within his rights to have the serf tortured and
killed.   But the serf, Boris, was important and
productive, so it would not be good to alienate him
completely.  
	At a judgment,  Horatio concluded, "Boris, for
hitting my son, you are condemned to twenty lashes
with the whip."
	Boris bowed, "Yes master.   Thank you."
	Twenty lashes was considered a light punishment.
	Nigel complained afterword , "That is a light
punishment,  especially considering that his wife was
willing."
	Horatio told Nigel, "What his wife wanted was not
important.  What Boris does for this estate is
important.  If you attack his wife, or any wife or
daughter of a serf on this estate again, I will have
you whipped too."
	Nigel countered, "But father, there are all these
women on the estate who want to flatter the lord.  I
never get to have any of them."
	"If you let one of them succeed, you will upset the
order for the others.   That is why I have Jasmine and
Ophelia, so I won't be tempted with serfs."
	"You have them, but I don't have any body.  I'm not a
baby any more.  I want to experience the joys of being
with a woman too."	
	Horatio had an inspiration.  
	"Ophelia, come here."
	"Yes, master."
	"I am giving you to Nigel, to use as he wishes.  But
you must teach him the ways that a man may satisfy a
woman."
	"Gladly, master."
	Nigel was thrilled to get his own sex slave.  
Jasmine was closer to him in age, but Ophelia had
fuller breasts and a  more voluptuous body.   Ophelia
was also pleased.  She was getting a much younger man,
 whose strength and potency compensated for his
inexperience. 
	Ophelia led Nigel to her room.  She tossed off her
robe, and placed his hands on her breasts.  Nigel was
so excited, he pulled her to him, pumping his pelvis
against her body.  Ophelia felt the bulge below his
pants.
	Ophelia said, "We have to slow down.  Let me get your
clothes off, so we can enjoy each other."	
	She pulled off his shirt and trousers and lowered his
hose.  She put her hands on his prick,  admiring it.
	"This is better than I expected.  But I should have
known, considering your father,"  she said.
	She knelt down, and placed it in her mouth.
	"I love to suck a potent cock,"  she said.
	She pulled his prick into her mouth.  But Nigel was
not going to let his first real sexual experience end
orally.  He wanted her the right way.  He pushed her
onto the floor.  He then fell on her, and placed his
prick in her slit.   Ophelia was not quite ready, but
she wanted him to have his way.  She grabbed his back
and helped him thrust deeply.  She had not had Horatio
for several weeks, and she missed being with a man. 
	Nigel was overcome with lust.  He let his body drive
him, rather than the other way.   She felt warm and
tight, surrounding his prick with wonderful feelings. 
 He drove into her as hard as he could.   He could not
have held back if he tried.  Ophelia tried to keep up
with him, but could  not.  He left her breathless.  
Nigel grunted loudly, concentrating on his prick and
nothing else.  He felt as if he were a giant penis.  
Suddenly, he exploded with white hot cum.   He poured
load after load of cum into her pussy.  He drained
himself of sexual energy into her body.   Ophelia was
glad for his sake, but she did not climax in the same
way.
	He lay on top of her for a few minutes, and then
rolled off.
	"Let's go to the bed, master.   There we can play
with each other,"  she said.
	She went to her bed, and lay on her back , with her
legs open and inviting.  He joined her her.   She
gently fondled his prick.   It slowly came back to
life.
	"I knew you are young enough to rise to the occasion
again."
	She resumed fondling and sucking his prick.   This
time, Nigel just lay back to enjoy her ministrations
on his organ.  
	Ophelia took his hand and placed it on her clitoris. 
 She sat up so he could see what she was doing.
	"Always play with a woman here, like this.  If you do
this long enough, any woman would be your sex slave."
	She let him play with her.  The took turns fondling
each other's most sensitive place, getting each other
extremely excited.  This time Ophelia was able to
enjoy it too.  
	"I want to do it again.  I want you from the rear." 
Nigel whispered.
	Ophelia knelt on the bed, and raised her ass in the
air.  Nigel knelt behind her, and found her  pussy. 
He entered her, more deliberately.  
	"Play with my tits while you fuck me."  Ophelia
urged.
	Nigel did that.  He also squeezed her ass and pulled
on her shoulders.   Ophelia was able to rock back onto
him.  She closed her eyes and let him bang away.
	"Pinch my tits.  Hurt me."  Ophelia urged, knowing
that the extra stimulation would help her cum.   She
was moaning loudly.
	"Yes.  Give me all you've got.   Fuck me hard, " she
demanded.
	He slapped his pelvis against her ass.   Her senses
began swirling.
	"Master, you're making me cum,"   she cried
breathlessly.
	Nigel felt an exquisite pain build in his balls. 
Again, he was consumed by the sensations from his
prick.  His whole being was wrapped up in his penis. 
He almost cried for release.  She used her vaginal
muscles to increase his tension more.
	When his release came, he let her pussy devour his
cum like an eager tiger.   When she felt the moisture
of his semen, her pelvis vibrated with another orgasm.
  
	After they were both drained, they lay there coupled
for several minutes.
	"I am going  to like have you for my slave, " Nigel
said.
	"And I am going to like have you for my master.   I
will do anything at all for you." 
	They rested side by side for the rest of the
afternoon.
	While Ophelia and Nigel were playing in her room, 
Horatio took Jasmine to see his pleasure room.  
Horatio had not had sex since he left the city,  so he
felt a dull ache in his balls.  He asked Violetta to
join them.  She was the most compliant and obedient of
the slaves and usually liked the pleasure room.  But
this time, she objected.
	"Master, I am just beginning to show,"  she said,
rubbing her pregnant belly.
	"Worry not.  I just need you to help."
	They explored the room.  There were velvet ropes for
tying the women down or binding them to posts. 
Numerous dildoes and other sex toys were available
too.   Jasmine was familiar with some of the toys from
her experience in the brothel. 
	"I want you to try the hammock,"  Horatio said.
	He made Jasmine sit in a hammock,  which was tied to
a system of ropes and pulleys.   However, the hammock
had a split in the middle.   When he tied her legs to
the hammock, ropes could pull them apart as far as he
wanted.   The hammock was designed to position her
anywhere in mid air.   He had Violetta handle the
ropes until Jasmine was positioned with her cunt
directly in front of his face.  
	Horatio said, "Violetta, you kneel and suck my prick,
while I play with Jasmine."
	Horatio had Jasmine helpless against his tongue.  She
could not move because she was suspended in the air.  
He applied his mouth to her slit, licking and getting
her excited.  In the meanwhile,  Violetta was doing
the same thing to him.
	"Master, I love what you are doing to me,"  Jasmine
said sighing.
	"And Master, I love what I am doing to you,"  added
Violetta.
	The only sounds in the room were slurping and
sighing.   Suddenly  Horatio pulled away from both
women.   He was more excited that he had been in
awhile.  He lowered Jasmine until she was even with
his prick.  He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her
onto him.  
	"You can play with her tits,  Violetta,"  Horatio
said.
	With her big belly, Violetta tied to rub and kiss
Jasmine's breasts.   Jasmine tried to reach for
Violetta also. 
	Horatio loved the feel of Jasmine's warm cunt
covering his prick.    He controlled her movements
entirely,  pulling at her.    Jasmine closed her eyes
and let herself be used in a wonderful way.   She was
also very excited, and had no difficulty reaching a
powerful orgasm.
	Jasmine flexed her cunt muscles to increase the
effect.   This increased the pressure for Horatio.  He
felt the orgasmic tension rising.  He pulled on hard
and fast on her body.  A few more strokes had him
jamming his seed into her.   But the feelings in his
prick would not subside. 
	Horatio uttered, "More, more,"  as he kept slamming
into her.  Each thrust lead to another  surge of cum. 
He thought he was empty, but there was more.  His
prick burst forth again with a bolt of pleasure.   He
pounded her several more times before he was ready to
let his prick cool down.  In the meanwhile, Jasmine
hit two more times too.
	Horatio pulled out breathless and sweating.   
	"That was the best cum I've had in months," Horatio
muttered.
	He had Violetta lower Jasmine and untie her.   He lay
totally drained on the matted floor of the pleasure
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