index


Message-ID: <51114asstr$1115406603@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
Comment: DomainKeys? See http://antispam.yahoo.com/domainkeys
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;
  s=s1024; d=yahoo.com;
  b=BAsenXZZ/PoSVdUGx9cBQyP3rEBEpO05kg49ApdHPC2asepqq6DudDn/Ar41xiF88A0DZcWRFLNBIeLAzSAzQmVZ+YZR7xFNf9IVQ3v0hVotTKVWE5KnIS1yKUhDWy87+3MWtMiwFBOnrWlDUDUNhSoF9f0rZnzaFysr40jpBEo=  ;
From: Don <roscoeny38@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Male Harem        Fdom HIst MF  MFFF  MMMFFF
Lines: 488
Date: Fri,  6 May 2005 15:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

This is another erotic story set in the imaginary
eighteenth century kingdom of Kalimari.  I wrote to
see if I could do a female dominant story.  It is
intended for the private enjoyment of the audience. 
Any further distribution without the express
permission of the commissioner is prohibited.  No
animals were harmed in writing this story.  Positive
feedback is welcome, if only to see whether someone is
actually reading it.
Enjoy.

Don 

*************************************************************
		
	Lieutenant Ajax marched with the remnants of his
brigade in chains.  They were prisoners of the hated
Tiramisu, who were the victors in the battle of
Parmesan.  At first, Ajax was told to surrender
because his army might get better terms.   When it
became obvious that the Tiramisu were intent on rape
and plunder, he wanted to find his sword and fight on.
 But by then it was too late.   Ajax determined that
an early death was the best he could hope for.
          He was depressed.  He was angry with the
enemy and with his own commanders for deceiving him
and abandoning the brigade.  So now they were marching
back to Tiramisu, for a future of slavery and perhaps
torture.  Already, he could hear the screams of the
female prisoners at their abuse.   Ajax wanted to die
himself.
          When they arrived at Tiramisu, all the
prisoners were ordered to remove all their clothing.  
The clothing was burned in a bonfire, to reinforce
that they were now slaves.  Then the prisoners were
subjected to having all their hair cut, and the men to
a shave.  Finally, the prisoners were separated by age
and sex, to discover their fate.
         Ajax was assigned to a group of young strong
men.  They lined up in a hall.  Tiramisu citizens
entered, to inspect the ones they wanted to purchase
as slaves.   They eyed the prisoners carefully, as if
inspecting an animal.   Some women grabbed at his
penis.   Ajax was always proud of his ability to
please the whores of Parmesan and Kalimari, but that
was in the deep past.  Now, he just looked passively
as he was picked over.  
        Eventually, Ajax and about six or seven other
men were lead away from the group.  They were
eventually taken to a prison.  Compared to the rigors
of the war and the march, the prison was clean and the
food was decent.  They were permitted to wear brief
kilts that fell to mid-thigh, but nothing else. 
        "Maybe they're just fattening us up for the
kill," a soldier said.
        "No, they just want healthy slaves for their
households," another soldier added. 
        Ajax's mood improved as he ate better.  Maybe
I can survive this, he thought. 
        Eventually, the men were taken away, one by
one.  No one said where he was going.  No one ever
returned. 
	Finally, they came for Ajax.  Two partially clad
female slaves met him.   They lead him to a large
chamber.  
	One of them asked, "What is your name, slave?"
	"Ajax."
           `Like the Ajax of the legend?"
           "Yes."
           The other rubbed her breasts against his
naked chest.
           "Does that excite you, Ajax?"
          "Yes, it is starting to."  
           "Good, you will need it."
	They removed his kilt, leaving him naked.
 	In the middle of the chamber lay a female slave,
tied down by her hands,  also totally naked.  She had
large oval breasts, but an ample waist.  She appeared
to be asleep. 
            The first slave said, "You are to pleasure
her.  You may do anything you want, as long as she
finds pleasure. Her hands are tied so that she does
not pleasure herself, but you may untie them if you
want.  But you must not impregnate her."
            The second one added, "I wish I could be
her, but I am too old.  Fuck her as if your life
depends on it, because it does."   
      	Ajax slowly approached the sexy slave.  His
penis responded at the prospect of having sex with
her.  He had not had sex in months, and really missed
it.  He wondered what game the Tiramisu was playing
with him, but he did not care.   If he had to die, it
would be better to die after having sex than not.   He
was vaguely aware of other people in the room, but he
could not see them because of the glare of the
torches, and because the slave commanded his
attention.
  	He said to the slave, "I am Ajax.  I am here to
fill your body with ecstasy."
	She replied, "Take me, master.  Do your will."
	He leaned over her to kiss her grapefruit size
breasts.  He alternated between them, kissing and
licking her nipple.  She moaned quietly with delight.
He moved down her chest and stomach, kissing as he
went.  When he reached her mound, he kissed her there.
	He said, "Open your legs, so I can command your
center."
	She complied, opening herself up to him.   Because
her pubic hair was cut, he was able to concentrate on
her prominent clitoris.   He kissed and licked it,
causing her to squeal with excitement.
	"Oh, that is wonderful!"  she exclaimed.
	He continued to lick, while placing several fingers
in the slit.  He moved his fingers rhythmically, while
sucking sharply.   He had difficulty holding her
because she rocked side to side with excitement.  Her
tension built until she could contain it no longer. 
She released, screaming loudly, "Yes.  Yes. Yes!"
	Even though she was perspiring from exertion, he did
not want to stop.   His penis had grown too much for
that.   He moved on top of her, rubbing her breasts
with his prick.  He placed it in the valley between
her globes.  The fire spread from her body to his.  He
felt he could extinguish his flame only in the deep
recesses of her pussy.  He had confidence in his
ability to pull out at the proper time because of his
numerous encounters with village wenches.  
     	He carefully placed his rod at her entrance.  He
pushed in hard, making her gasp. 
He reached down to untie her arms.
	He instructed, "Put your legs over my shoulders.  I
want complete access to you."  
	"I'm yours," she replied.
	He moved into her slowly but firmly.  Soon she was
yelping with pleasure.  He varied his rhythm, letting
her relax and then building again. She felt repeated
spasms of pleasure vibrate through her pelvis.   She
grabbed his back, almost scratching him with passion. 
They were conscious of nothing but the pleasure they
were giving each other.
	Although she was moving through repeated orgasms,
Ajax did not release.  Nevertheless, the tension in
his prick was building.  He knew he could not cum
inside her.  As he neared his peak, he pulled out and
replaced his prick between her tits.
	"I am going to bathe your tits with cum," he said.
	He felt the sparks fly off his prick as he pressed
her tits against it.  As his prick exploded with
liquid fire, she grabbed it and directed his flow
toward her mouth.
	"Yes, bitch, suck it dry," he commanded.
	She proceeded to pull waves of cum out of his pipe,
leaving him grunting as more came squirting out.  
	When he was finished, he moved to kiss her and lay
beside her.  He relaxed for a just a minute before the
slave girls reappeared.  
	"You did well, Ajax," one of them said.
	They pulled him off the bed and handed him over to
some guards. They returned his kilt.   He never saw
any of the slaves again.
	Ajax was sent to a small cell.  A few days later, the
guards came to him. 
	One of them said, "You have been bought.  You are
going to your new home."
	They put a cloak over him and placed him in a closed
cart.  The cart drove for an hour until it came to a
large villa.  The guards covered his face,
blindfolding him.  They then lead him up some passages
to a large room.  
	The guard said, "This is where you will spend the
rest of your life."  He left, locking the door behind
him. 
	A female slave, who was naked from the waist up,
entered the room.
	She said, "My name is Olga. You must be Ajax."
	"I am,"
	Another half naked female slave entered.  Olga said,
"This is Mona."
	Mona said, "You will sleep over there, but eat with
the other male slaves."
           Mona pointed to a small cell.
	"What other male slaves?"
           Two men appeared at the doors of adjacent
cells.  They each wore small kilts identical to
Ajax's.  They appeared taller, but older than Ajax.
	After the female slaves left, the darker of the two
male slaves introduced himself.
	"My name is Tonto."
	"I'm Pedro," said the other.
	"How long have you been here?" asked Ajax.
	"I don't know.  A long time," said Tonto.
	"We don't have calendars," added Pedro.
	Tonto said, "You must be her new stud."
	Ajax replied, "I guess so.  What is it like here?"
	Pedro said, "It is not so bad, as long as you know
your place.  Unfortunately, the last stud got too over
confidant and forgot he was a slave."
	"What happened to him?"
	"He shoved his seed into her womb.  The next day he
was sold to someone paving the roads.  If she had
gotten pregnant, her husband would have had him
killed."
	"Does she have any children?"
	Pedro answered, "Not to my knowledge.  She is never
with her husband.   I don't even know why they
married.  Maybe he can't fulfill her needs."
	"Why does she have three of us?"
	Tonto replied, " She has strong needs.  A man gets
tired faster than a woman.  Maybe she'll get a forth
slave, too."
            Mona re-entered the room.
	Mona said, "She will see you now."
	She led Ajax to a large bedroom.   Sitting on the bed
was a young pretty woman.   She was slim and light
skinned, but well proportioned.  He could see her
figure beneath her thin gown.  
	She said, "You must be Ajax."
	"Yes ma'am."
	"My name is Lady Abigail.  You will address me as
mistress.  You are my slave in this house.   I own you
and can do what ever I want with you.  Your total
reason to live is to satisfy me, and my friends if I
command you to.  You will discharge your seed only
when I tell you to.   You may not discharge into my
womb.  If you do, you will be severely punished.   Now
take off your kilt and lie on the bed."
	Ajax did so.   Abigail inspected his body.
	"You have a strong phallus.   I saw what you did to
the slave in the large chamber.  Let me see what it
can do."
	She leaned down to kiss it gently.   She then began
to rub it until it responded to her touch.   She
climbed on top of him, spreading her legs until he
could see her light hair.  
	She said, "Mona and Olga, get him ready for me. 
Ajax, give my pussy a warm feel."
	He felt warm lips covering his prick.  He reached her
pussy, rubbing it gently with his hands.
	"You can do better than that, Ajax."
	He grabbed her slit, and then rubbed her prominent
clitoris.   She closed her eyes.
	"Now, that's more like it."
	He felt Mona and Olga take turns sucking him.  
Abigail moved until her bush was in his face.  
	"Use your tongue on me.  Make me happy that I bought
you."
	Ajax proceeded to do just that.  He used his hands,
lips and tongue to rub her pussy and clitoris.  
Abigail began to breath heavily.  She moaned loudly. 
Ajax felt her moisture dripping on his chin.  
	"Yes, you're doing it," she exclaimed, letting her
first orgasm build inside her.
	But Ajax replied, "I am going to cum, mistress."
	"Not yet."
	Mona and Olga ceased sucking him.  Instead they
pinched the end of his prick until the feeling of
release passed away.
	"Keep doing me," Abigail commanded.
	He resumed his oral ministrations.  Mona and Olga
resumed theirs.  Soon Abigail was yelling through her
orgasm.   When she finished, she moved down until she
hovered over his prick.  She eased herself onto him,
until she let her full weight fall on him.  She pumped
on him slowly. 
	She instructed, "Let me do the work.   Don't release
until I tell you to."
	Ajax tried to control himself.   She used her hips to
bounce on him.  She brought herself to another peak. 
She did this repeatedly, until she began to tire. 
After a final ecstatic scream, she climbed off him.
	She said, "You may release now."
	Olga and Mona wrapped their hands around his prick. 
They pumped rhythmically until he felt the pressure
grow in his prick.   He squirted a powerful torrent, a
foot into the air.  Abigail admired it and let it hit
her face.  
	When he was finished, she smiled at him.	
	"That was very good, Ajax.  You will do well here."
	She touched some of the semen on her face, and licked
her finger.
	"Ymm.  Yummy."
	"Thank you, mistress," he replied weakly. 
	Ajax fit into the routine of Abigail and her slaves. 
Usually she would have a man every night, generally
singly, but sometimes in two's and three's.   She
would have other women join her, accompanied by their
slaves.  Ajax became her favorite slave, both because
of his youth and staying power, and because he was
more intelligent and better educated than the others. 

	Abigail always initiated sex with her on top.   She
sometimes would let her stud finish in her mouth, or
that of a female slave.  She liked sucking her man
off, especially Ajax, because it gave her a feeling of
control over sex.  Taking control was essential for a
noblewoman, because she had so little control over
important aspects of her life, like whom to marry or
where to live. 
	On one evening, she ordered all three of her male
slaves to lie next to each other on the bed.  She had
Mona and Olga get each ready.  She then rode each in
turn.  When one made her cum, she dismounted and eased
herself on the next man's prick.  When she was done
with the third man, she repeated the process.  
Finally she had them stand up, while she, Olga, and
Mona knelt on the bed.  She sucked off Ajax, letting
Olga do Tonto and Mona do Pedro.  The men surged
forth, pumping the women with abandon. 
	"Let us bring you off," Abigail said.
	She sucked and licked the circumference of Ajax's
tool.  He had difficulty maintaining control.  Tonto
and Pedro felt the same way.
	"We want to drink you," she indicated.
	Ajax said, "Oh mistress, suck it out.  You make me
feel so good."
	She liked to hear those compliments.   The
compliments had less an affect on Olga and Mona, but
they did as their mistress did.  She increased her
efforts until Ajax knew he could not contain it any
longer.  He filled her mouth thick, foamy, hot goo. 
She tried to swallow as much as possible, but let some
dribble down her chin.  Tonto and Pedro held out a
little longer, but soon filled their partners as well.
	This routine continued for almost a year.  Then one
night something crashed into the roof, knocking off
some tiles.  Everyone was frightened.  Eventually,
Abigail found out what happened.
	"Somehow, the Kalimari placed their cannon in the
valley below the walls.  Our army will destroy them
promptly."
	Ajax felt mixed emotions about that.  First it was
his army and any hope of rescue.  But he wondered
whether he would survive any attempt to take the city.
	After a few days, the cannoning stopped.  
	Abigail said, "See, I told you our army would destroy
their cannon."
	But a few days latter, the cannoning resumed, harder
than ever.
	Abigail told her slaves, "We have plenty of food,
water, and other supplies to resist a siege. The walls
of Tiramisu are strong and cannot be taken by storm. 
We will continue as we have."
	The principal resource lacking for resisting a siege
was the will.   Unknown to Abigail, the army had
suffered a major defeat in the field, and had
abandoned all their heavy weapons.  They did not have
the means to destroy the Kalimari artillery.
	Ajax realized that the Kalimari were firing blind
over the walls, in order to terrorize the populace.  
Sometimes the balls landed harmlessly, but sometimes
they killed an entire family.   Following the rules of
warfare, Kalimari demanded surrender of the city under
siege and the surrender of the leaders of the rape of
Parmesan.  Since the leaders of city refused, knowing
that the victors would punish them, the attacking army
could do what ever it liked.  
 	In spite of Abigail's brave words, tension was
getting to her.  She moved Ajax's bed into her room.	
	She said to Ajax, "You will sleep in my room from now
on.   If they kill me, they will have to kill you
too."
	"I don't have the power to protect you, mistress."
	After a few nights of pounding, she brought her
slaves in for another round of sex.
This time she ordered Olga to be with Pedro and Mona
to be with Tonto.  She took Ajax.
	She told Olga and Mona, "Let him bring you off, and
then let him cum inside you."
    	Tonto objected, "If the girls get pregnant, you
husband will kill us."
	"My husband is probably dead already.  And soon, we
will die too.  We might as well enjoy what we have
left."
	The women used their mouths to get the men excited. 
They then moved up to sit on the men's faces.  The men
used their tongues to bring the women off the first
time.
	"Now let him fuck you," Abigail ordered Mona and
Olga.
	Abigail herself tried to sit on Ajax's towering
prick.
	Mona complained, "He's too big, it hurts."
	Abigail replied, "Nonsense, I've had Tonto dozens of
times.  Just relax the way you do with a man."
	Mona replied, "I've never done this with a man."
	To the surprise of everyone, including Mona, she was
still a virgin.
	Abigail replied, "Tonto, put her on her back, but
take it easy with her.   We want her to enjoy it. 
What about you, Olga?"
	She replied, "I'm fine.  Lord Ashton took me to his
bed several times."
	"Pedro, push her onto her back and fuck the day
lights out of her.  Don't be gentle."
	Lord Ashton was Abigail's husband.
	Abigail added, "You Ajax, don't be gentle either."
	Abigail started to hump Ajax.   She felt this tool
fill her up.  She was about to hit an orgasm, when
Ajax pushed her off.
	"What are you doing, Ajax?"
	He spun her around until he was able to enter from
behind.
	"Stop that, Ajax.  What are you doing to me?"
	"I am going to fuck you, slut."
	"You can't enter me from behind like an animal.  You
can't call me a slut.  I am Lady Abigail."
	"I can fuck you any way I want.  From the way you
treat your slaves, you are a slut.  You said we're all
going to die anyway.  Now prepare to enjoy it."
	He thrust hard into Abigail.  She gasped as a pair of
jabs suddenly put her over the top.  Ajax was too
skilled to let her relax.  He grabbed her tits,
pinching her nipples.  
	"That hurts!" she exclaimed.
	"Do you want me to stop?"
	"No."
	He slapped her buttocks hard, making her wince.  He
continued to play with her breasts, jabbing at her
pussy the entire time.  She wailed as her passion
increased.  
	"Yes.  Yes. Do me hard." She exclaimed.
	Wave after wave orgasm engulfed her body.   Still,
Ajax did not relent.  He banged into her as hard as he
could.  She was a seething mass of sexual energy. 
Nothing seemed to exist beside the roar in the cunt. 
Everything seemed to depend on discharging that
energy.   From her hand and knees, she was able to
rock back at him, meeting every thrust with a counter
thrust of her own.  
	She yelped like a dog as the energy exploded through
her body.  
	"Ajax, I can't take it any more," she complained.
	"Yes, you can."
	He rested briefly, but soon resumed his efforts.
However, he wondered if he could take it any longer
himself.  The pressure in his penis was like a river
behind a dam.   The end of his prick was burning.   
	"I want to fill you up," he said.
	"Yes, ram it into my cunt."
	He grunted as his prick started to spasm.  
	"More!  More!' he yelled.
	He continued to gush into her eager pussy.   He
pulled her close to him, so he could pour his fluid
into her.  Feeling her womb expand with his white-hot
flow sent her over again.   
	He relaxed and she fell forward onto the bed.   Pedro
and Olga were still going strong, but Tonto was too
much for Mona, who was about to faint.  By the time
Pedro was finished, Olga had more orgasms than she
could remember.   
	Ajax asked, "Did you enjoy that, mistress?"
	"Yes," she replied, weakly.
	"Then always remember this night."
	The same night as their orgy, in their desperation,
the Tiramisu army tried to launch a counter attack to
destroy the Kalimari guns.  The attack failed, and
soon the Kalimari had breached the gates.  After some
brief but intense hand-to-hand fighting, the Tiramisu
force capitulated.
	Kalimari soldiers stormed the city, searching for the
homes of the elite.  They easily overwhelmed the
guards in Abigail's house.  They broke into her rooms,
killing or capturing everyone.   When they got to
Abigail's bedroom, she shot the first soldier with a
pistol.  However, the others stabbed her with their
bayonets.	
	"Save me, Ajax!" she screamed.
	But he watched as the life flowed out of her body.
	Olga and Pedro, along with Tonto and Mona, escaped
out the cellar door.  Pedro and Tonto saved the girls
from being raped.  After the fighting ended, to
prevent from being sold as slaves again, Olga married
Pedro, and Tonto married Mona.  They were able to find
honest work repairing the city.
	It took several days for Ajax to convince Kalimari
leaders that he had been an officer in the Parmesan
regiment who was captured and enslaved.  They let him
return to his estate in Parmesan.  The plantation was
ruined, his parents killed, and most remaining
relatives either killed or missing.   
	Nevertheless, Ajax rebuilt the estate, and got it
running profitably.   He was able to get passed what
had happened to him in Tiramisu, and live his life. 
He finally married the daughter of a neighboring
proprietor.   But when they had a daughter of their
own, he named her Abigail. 

	

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+