Message-ID: <51114asstr$1115406603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com 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= ; X-Original-Message-ID: <20050506172549.28813.qmail@web21002.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 6 May 2005 10:25:49 -0700 (PDT) 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 X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51114> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+