Chapter 1: The Price
Her feet were dusty. She hated that he would not allow her shoes (though admittedly, he had been kind to her until now and she had worn shoes on the highway, only demanding she take them off as they reached the road to the manor. He stopped the horse and told her to walk. by the time they reached the manor, her skirt was dusty at the hem and her feet were filthy.
sabrina was a proud slave girl. She had not been sold into slavery until she was of breeding age, and so must have been expert at averting men's lustful intentions. Somehow, though he had owned her for the better part of a year, the pretty slavegirl had always managed to avoid his use of her. She wore white silks with coloured ribbons at her hem to proudly proclaim her virgin status.
Carter knew he favoured her. It was something about the girl's slim build and challenging gaze that made him want her desire, as well as her service, but he had thus far had neither. So it was that, when he had lost the hunt to Gunther last season, Sabrina had been picked to accompany him for the current hunt. Gunther had won that quarry (grousell season) and with it, won the proudest virgin of Carter's village, to be brought in Stagg season as sacrificial bounty. Carter had smiled at the ease of honouring this request. After all, he happened to own her.
So preoccupied was Sabrina with the dirt that proclaimed her slave status, that she did not see the manor until they were full upon it. Then she was wonderstruck, despite herself. The hall must be vast! she thought to herself. She wondered if her master was bringing her here to make her a wife. She was told such things never happened except in rare cases of exceptional service, but the girl knew how he looked at her, that he loved her. So full of dreams was she that she did not see the hunting Griff at her feet, as she climbed the stone stairs. This grand, grey Griff, huge and finely muscled, belonged to the Master of the great house. She barely missed his massive paw with the trunk she wheeled in front of her, and the Griff nipped her ankle warning her not to step on him. Griffs, being mute to human ears, use nips to communicate, if the human is not psychically attuned. Sabrina had not ever seen a Griff before, (she knew what one was, but had never seen one up close) and shrieked in her terror.
Master Carter said her name under his breath, sternly, and she quieted. The Griff had knocked her to the ground when she began screaming. She panted shallowly with fright.
"Don't move, girl. Be still and the beast will release you when his Master tells him to. Keep your mind quiet of hateful thoughts no matter what happens."
The Griff looked into her and she could feel his presence on her back and in her mind. She tried to shut it out and not to scream, but she sobbed from the supression of her fright. At last, Master Gunther appeared and the Griff went to his side. Master Gunther was large enough that even the Griff looked small in comparison. He towered intimidatingly in front of the girl as she picked herself up. She stood full height and composed herself, looking the large man in the face.
Quick as a serpent's tongue, their host snared her chin with his leather-gloved fingers. He held it firmly, raising her chin even higher as her master looked on. Her whole body was tense. No one touched her this way, not even her Master! How dare this man! Yet she was frightened to say anything. She tried not to look at him, but that was difficult as he leaned in toward her then whispered into her ear.
"Watch out for the Griffs, girl. I need their energy for hunting. Don't get 'em excited. or not yet, anyway."
She heard the lewd humour in his voice and shuddered with shame. He released her chin only after his other hand had fondled and squeezed her rump. Her face was bright with fury!
"How do you like my slave, Gunther?" said Carter.
"You have a slave that is a virgin? What, are you queer, Carter?" Gunther guffawed and spat.
Sabrina suddenly hated this man. Such poor breeding he must possess to speak to her great Master so. Before Carter could respond, Gunther stalked off, two large Griffs trotting at his side.
Just before Gunther strode entirely out of earshot, Carter yelled, "Where do you want the girl?"
Gunther snorted and bellowed back, "Kitchen."
Sabrina thought this meant that she would be required to serve the game meal if the men were successful. Her master had said she would help to quench the hunger of the hunters.
When Sabrina entered the kitchen, however, the house slaves, two middle-aged women with nimble minds and fingers, told her to strip by the wash basin. When she dared to talk back to the matrons, one walked over to her and ripped her dress from her.
"I don't have time to argue with you, girl. Do what you're told or you will be beaten."
Sabrina was obedient after that. She had only once been beaten and had no intention of stumbling into such a fate again. The two women brusquely rubbed a strong-smelling nut oil into her skin, staining it gold. She relaxed into this, actually enjoying the firm, massaging strokes of their able hands. she gasped, however, as one of the women reached between her legs and began to cover her there as well. After the oil was rubbed into her skin, the women used brushes and water on her, scrubbing her raw. This hurt a bit and she tried not to let them see her cry, but Sabrina sobbed once or twice openly.
After she was scrubbed and oiled again, the kindlier of the Matrons gave her some mead which she drank gratefully. Then, Sabrina nodded in and out of sleep. The mead had made her heavy of senses until she surfaced, aware, suddenly of the deep wood stain of the table she rested upon. Or half rested. She became aware of her body's arrangement and of a pleasant sensation ... a flickering ribbon of warm sand against her hip. She sobered and opened her eyes. Though she was tied with her body bent over a table, she could barely see the Griff at her side, could feel him even... his thought in her head. It was a thought of pleasure...taste pleasure. He was licking her hip. The colour of gold flooded Sabrina's mind as the thin leathery whip of tongue flickered and lapped the nut oiled skin of the slavegirl's flank.
She heard booming voices in the hallway and her pulse quickened. She fought the drowsiness and tried to pick out her Master's voice, but she couldn't. The only familiar voice was that of the hateful giant, Gunther. She panicked inwardly to hear him coming toward her, but could not speak... why could she not speak?
Sabrina suddenly was aware that the only cloth she could be said to be wearing was between her teeth and tied round the back of her head. Ropes secured her forearms together behind her back. She was bent over far enough that the fact that her ankles were tied together in no way protected her treasure: her hymen sparkled with pink immediance to the eye of any wandering being.
Gunther's booming voice softened at the sight of her.
"Mmmmm My, My. Look at this pluckable bloom!"
She heard his boots heavy on the echoing marble floor. The buttery yellow gold images faded from her mind and she felt the Griff attuned to Gunther, just as she was: anticipation keen. She tried to squeeze her legs together tighter as he approached. She clenched her buttocks, but it was of no use. The table against which she was tied was low, and her rump was high. She could feel her face, already flush, redden more deeply.
Gunther struck her flank lightly with the palm of his hand, and the sound of this, as much as the feel of it, made her cry out.
"Ah, the proud bitch lives then. Is she happy with mead? I hope the kitchen maids lubricated you well." He seemed to be talking to himself as much as to her, after that, appraising her body as he poked, slapped and stroked her various parts.
The Griff relaxed and went back to his lapping, only now, concentrating on her toes. The slavegirl laughed and tried to move her feet. She was quite ticklish. Then she felt the stab of Master Gunther's cock against her virgin cunt. She felt him tap her hymen heavily, his pants still on. She gasped and pleaded.
"No, Sir please, I won't be able to marry my master if another takes me."
Gunther stopped for a moment, and the girl felt the wave of yellow orange from the Griffith, as he licked higher up on her leg, an especially deep golden patch at the back of her thigh where the nut oil had been more thickly applied.
Sabrina felt the blow before she heard it, the Griff being cuffed by Gunther's gloved hand.
"After, not before, beast," Gunther grunted.
The large man held the girl by the back of her neck, even though she was not struggling (she knew better than that; she was proud but not dumb). As he burst her thin veil with his thick head, she did not yell or shriek, but whelped like a creature experiencing its first pain. Gunther paused and pulled out of her. He pushed softly against her in nudging strokes as she cried on the table, her back shaking in her sobs.
She heard his glove fall to the floor and felt his rough hand stroke her. Gunther's thick fingers curled around her breast, stroking and rubbing urgently. He rubbed her belly with his other hand, then her pubic bone, fingers curling and stroking her to sudden pleasure.
He bent over her and spoke to her, now, as he pushed inside of her more insistently, popping through her hymen completely.
"I'll soon be in, girl. You'd be wise to open for you ~will~ open."
He rubbed her nub, making her squirm like a little snake below him. He pushed inside all of the way, thrusting deep into her belly and flooding her as he spasmed. He squared his stream with her cervix and held her hips firmly as he shot inside of her. She sighed loudly, expecting that it would be over now. (Later she would laugh, a little bitterly, that she had thought that then, so early into her breeding day.)
Master Gunther, though he had spent himself inside of her and was already beginning to soften, held the girl against the table as he continued to rub her clitoris. He licked her ear and whispered soft encouragements, steadily rubbing her until, despite her misgivings about their host, her pussy responded and glistened with her own wet orgasm.
Slavegirl sabrina was likely already pregnant by then, but a breeding, properly done as it was in those parts of the country, was an all-day affair. Sabrina had many more paternity possibility awaiting her in the hours to come. |
