seemed like hours that Sarah lay on the dirt floor of the darkening
building, alone. Bound as she was, she was unable to roll from
her chest and her arms and legs began to cramp. The rope cut
into her ankles. She felt ripped open from her rape. At first,
Sarah felt a growing rage at her degrading situation... her
anger directed toward the one called The Falcon. She had never
found herself in a situation she could not manipulate in some
manner to her advantage. How dare he! Nothing but a cunt...
Never! She was a Lady of status, wealth, a beauty who would
have her way with the world.
as she lay there alone, she realized the hopelessness of her
situation. Her rage turned to despair, then to panic. Would
she be abandoned there to die a humiliating, anonymous death?
Would that be better than whatever might be in store for her?
She realized no one at her home knew where she was... not that
anyone would care. They wanted to be rid of her, had already
sent her to slavery.
had not heard him return. Her heart raced in terror when she
heard him beside her, her head turned the other way.
was all he said, firmly.
word ripped through her, tearing at her as brutally as the rape
had earlier. Her rage returned.
Sarah" she spat back, struggling to turn so she could see
him. "I am Lady Sarah Arlington!"
laughed as he placed a foot in the middle of her back to stifle
her struggle to turn. "I hope your namesake is as lively
as your mouth, Cunt, or you will be of no value to me."
felt the tears welling, something she had not felt since being
a small girl, and stopped her struggle to turn toward him. She
would not give him, or anyone, the satisfaction of seeing her
leaned forward, without removing his sandaled foot from her
back, to untie the rope binding her ankles to the collar. His
weight pressed Sarah's naked chest into the pebbles and dust
on the floor and the air from her lungs. Moving off of her as
he again stood, he pulled the rope upward, painfully bending
her back. She felt the cold steel of a blade brush her left
ankle as he cut the rope, freeing her ankles and dropping her
unceremoniously back to the floor, raising a small dust cloud.
Sarah hurt... very part of her body was sore or numb. She was
confused as to what to do. She tried to regain her wits. She
tried to move her arms, still bound to the stick behind her
neck. Falcon stood over her, silent.
several moments, he said, "Get up, Cunt. My time is short.
I have things I must do with you."
am Lady Sarah!" she hissed!
are nothing here but what I allow you to be" he said firmly.
"Your are no Lady, you are not a whole woman. Your are
not even a person to me. Your are merely a cunt... and a troublesome
one. Get up!"
resigned herself to her situation for now. She struggled to
turn over, the stick binding her wrists behind her head kept
her from doing so. Her legs were still numb.
reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her to her feet.
Her legs would not support her, and she sank back to her knees.
He stared down at her, his cold eyes showing his impatience
and contempt. He remained silent.
several minutes, he again reached out, pulling her to her feet
by her left arm. Sarah screamed out in pain, but this time she
was able to keep her feet. She glared back at him in defiance.
another word, Falcon took a short rope that was hanging from
his sash and tied it to the ring in the front of the collar
at her neck. Sarah had no choice but to follow him, unsteadily,
as he silently turned and led her away... like a worthless goat.
They went from the dark warehouse into the bright sun and onto
into the busy street. People stopped and stared, respectfully
stepping back as The Falcon led her through the street. Sarah
felt such total humiliation. She was completely nude, wasted
by poor diet and paled by the lack of sun. Her hair was filthy
and wild. Her body was covered in dirt from the floor, dried
mud caked at the vee of her legs where it had stuck to the remnants
of her rape. And she was being pulled along at the end of a
rope, like an animal... less than an animal.
people in the street, mostly workers moving casks or sacks of
things, some working on the walls or buildings, turned to nod
in respect to the man leading her, and then to stare openly
at her. Many pointed and laughed. Sarah could not understand
their words, but she knew the comments were ribald.
they came to a different section of the city. It was full of
corrals filled with pigs, goats and cattle. It stank of animal
waste. While Falcon was able to step deftly around things, Sarah,
in her bare feet, often stepped in puddles or piles of excrement
in the narrow lane. He never turned to look at her, merely pulling
the rope if she hesitated or stumbled.
stopped beside a trough of clear, running water beside a cattle
corral. A number of cows were drinking from the trough. He turned
to her, his expression cold, his eyes boring into hers. "Drink"
he said in the same tone he had always used with her.
looked at the trough, at the cattle drinking from it and hesitated.
She had had nothing to drink or eat for hours, but she did not
will be your only water" he said, the corners of his mouth
curling up ever so slightly. "It is my gift to you. Reject
it if you will."
stood fast until he started to turn. She stepped toward the
trough and, her hatred for him growing, bent down. And like
a cow, she dipped her face into the water and drank, sating
her thirst, feeling a bit renewed. It was only moments before
he pulled at the rope, drawing her back up and continuing down
the filthy lane.
looking back, quickening his pace a bit, he said to her "You
will learn to thank me for my kindness, Cunt... my gifts to
you. Even the air you breathe is a kindness, a gift. Anything
more must be earned."
said nothing, glaring into his back as she stumbled behind him.
Once she slipped a pile of wet dung and fell. He turned and
stared impatiently at her as she struggled to her feet, now
freshly coated in more stinking filth. Her wrists, still bound
to the stick behind her neck, made it almost impossible to get
up unassisted and very difficult to keep her balance while being
entered a new section of the stockyards. There were no longer
fenced corrals, but high walled stockades... and cages. These
were not filled with animals, but with people! There were dozens
of them... men women, even a few children. Most had onyx skin
like the man who had raped her, some were olive or tan skinned.
None of them had her pale coloring. All of them were totally
nude, many were chained or shackled. Like sheep in the spring,
most had had their hair shorn. Many showed the marks of beatings.
They stared quietly at the man and woman moving between the
walls or cages. Most held expressions of despair... hopelessness.
A few glared in hatred and defiance. These, evidently the most
defiant ones, bore the marks of torture and wore heavy chains.
lane opened into a large circular area with a spacious platform
in the center. Upon the platform, men wearing flowing robes
or the dress of mariners or farmers were inspecting small groups
of naked human merchandise. They were poking and prodding the
miserable people on the platform. Sarah saw one of the men,
clothed as a mariner, reach and pull the cock of an olive skinned
man, making some comment that made the others roar in laughter.
Another of the men, with a different group, was lifting the
breasts of an onyx-skinned woman, digging his fingers deeply
into them. He then forced her to bend over, and drove his fingers
roughly into her. When one of the male slaves stepped forward
to protest, he was knocked, unconscious, to the platform by
a slaver who carried a long, heavy stick.
one side of the platform, a man was talking rapidly to a group
who were staring at the small group of slaves he was pointing
toward. Sarah recognized this was an auction... a slave auction.
She halted until the rope pulled her along, impatiently. Was
this to be her fate? Was she to again be sold?
did not pay attention to what was happening, nor did he turn
to look at her. Hurriedly, he continued across the open area
toward a group of stalls on the far side, pulling her behind.
led her to a place where slaves were being roughly scrubbed.
There he stopped and turned to her, looking back at the platform.
She noted a slight change in his expression and tone. "This
is the lowest of places" he said after a moment. "These
are the scum of the earth."
could not tell if he was speaking about those being sold, or
those who were selling and buying them. In either case, she
could not see how she was any different from the other slaves,
or how he differed from those who were trading in human flesh.
Even toward Bulsford and Sweet Charlie, she had never felt such
hatred in her entire life than she did toward him.
gaze turned to her, examining her from head to toe. "You
are a disgrace" he said, his voice full of contempt. "Not
even the lowliest man would rut with you, Cunt."
stiffened and glared at him.
turned to a woman, obviously a slave, and ordered her to do
something in the gibberish Sarah did not understand. Hurriedly,
the woman grabbed a pail of dirty water, some rough rags and
began scrubbing the filth from Sarah. Sarah recoiled but was
brought up short by a pull of the rope. She stood in disgrace
as the woman took the dung and dirt from her body.
issued another order to the woman, who did not raise her eyes
to him. She took a rough, dirty rag and forced it between Sarah's
legs, clearing away the physical remnants of Sarah's rape. Nothing
could cleanse away the degradation. The rag crudely scraped
the most tender parts of her gender. Sarah was able to hold
back her cry of pain, staring coldly into the eyes of the man
who held her very life in his hands. The woman finished by dumping
the pail of water over Sarah's head, removing some of the filth
from her hair, but leaving her looking like a drown rat.
nodded his satisfaction and again turned, pulling the rope.
Sarah staggered behind, wondering if she would be put upon the
platform, sold like the others.
Falcon led her toward one of the stalls at the side of the open
area where a soot covered, deeply tanned white man was hammering
something on an anvil. Sarah recognized the shop of a blacksmith.
On the walls, she could see iron collars, chains and shackles.
She was sure she was to be put in chains.
smithy looked up as they approached and set his work aside,
wiping his filthy hands on his apron. He came to meet the Falcon,
bowing and addressing him in English. He smiled wickedly when
he looked beyond Falcon to the drenched, naked Sarah.
Milord Falcon. How can Ord be of service to you today?"
is my property" Falcon indicated with a jerk of his head.
"It is to be marked as mine."
smile widened as his eyes explored Sarah. Several of his teeth
were missing, the others badly rotten. "Of course, Milord.
And where should the mark be placed?"
did not turn to look at her. "On the left teat, well placed
to be respectable" he said firmly. Sarah bridled when she
heard the word "teat". Teats were on pigs; she was
no pig. She was a Lady of position.
reached into a fold in his robes and turned to Ord, placing
something in his hand. When Ord's hand opened, Sarah saw three
gold coins in his palm. "For your service" was all
eyes grew large when he looked at the coins. "Milord. This
is a year's income for this humble servant!"
done with it quickly then" Falcom said curtly. "And
do it well. I will not have it spoiled by careless work!"
noted he referred to her as an object, not a person. Her rage
at him grew stronger still.
pocketed the coins and nodded. His smile widened and he turned,
went to the wall of the shop where he took down an iron rod.
He took the rod to a glowing pile of charcoal, placing one end
of it in the coals. The coals flared as he pumped the billows.
After a few minutes, he took the rod from the fire, the far
end glowing red.
gasped. She recognized what this was... a branding iron. The
glowing brand was the silhouetted shape of a falcon in flight.
She gasped and stepped back. Ord said something in gibberish
to his two apprentices, who moved to hold Sarah still in their
iron grips. Ord was smiling in the purest of pleasure when he
moved toward her, his eyes glued to her breasts.
screamed out in pain as the brand was burned into her left breast,
perfectly centered between the rosy nipple and where the breast
began its swell from her chest. She could smell her own burning
flesh. Sarah fainted.
later, Sarah was brought back to awareness by water thrown on
her. See looked down at the branded breast, the clear symbol
of Falcon's ownership, seared into her beast forever, showing
red under that salve that had been applied to the wound. The
pain was almost unbearable.
was talking quietly to Ord. Hearing her gasp, he turned and
his cold eyes studied her.
is a handsome piece, Milord" Ord exclaimed. "She will
fetch a grand price on the market."
was all Falcon said, not bothering to look back at her. "It
is of limited use to me. It is only a cunt. It claims to have
once been a fine lady... but now..." He shrugged. "Blacksmith,
would you make use of her for what she is, for a price of course?"
eyes moved over her, taking in her form, the color of her skin,
the flaxen hair. He studied her breasts, then his eyes moved
to her only valued parts, the juncture of her thighs and the
soft, golden curls that adorned it. The lust in his expression
showed clearly. She was so much different from the haggard whores
or the cowering slave women that he always used to sate his
carnal needs. Slowly he nodded his desire, lechery in his eyes.
Then he paused. Falcon mentioned a price. The coins! Ord was
certain the price would be the return of the three gold coins.
He could not refuse the offer of this powerful man, and he did
want to fuck this woman. He had been banished from his homeland
by others like her. It would be a small source of retribution
to leave his seed in such a woman. He reached into his apron
and withdrew the coins, offering them back to the Falcon.
still held tightly by the apprentices, struggled to free herself,
glaring. It was hopeless.
chuckled and pushed away the hand holding the coins. He pointed
to something on the floor of the shop. Ord looked confused and
bent to pick it up. "This?" he asked uncertainly.
it is not too high a price" Falcon replied with disinterest.
In Ord's palm, held so that Sarah and others standing around
could plainly see, was a useless, worthless bent nail.
took it and placed it in the robes from which he had taken the
coins and nodded his assent.
to face Sarah, his leering, toothless smile sending cold shivers
through her, Ord slowly removed his filthy apron and dropped
it over a bench. His uncircumcised cock was engorged when he
loosened the rope that held his canvas britches and he pulled
himself free. Ord issued orders in his gibberish to the apprentices,
who roughly pulled Sarah to the anvil, bending her over it so
that her backside was pointed to the gathering crowd.
walked up behind her, roughly kicking at her ankles so that
she was forced to spread her legs wide apart... and then without
preamble, he forced himself into her. Ord was a huge man, with
very strong legs. With each thrust, he forced Sarah's hips into
the sharp edges of the anvil. Once again, she was not prepared
to accept a man inside of her. Once again she felt she was being
ripped apart as this wretch of a man raped her.
crowd roared its approval.
she was degraded, Sarah's hatred grew stronger. Not at Ord,
he was nothing but a tool, as the stable boy had been to her
years before. Her hatred was for the Falcon! As she was again
being raped, debased and humiliated before a raucous crowd...
as she felt this scum of a man exploding in her, Sarah silently
pledged to get her revenge.
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