The Village Girl Alati

Every day and every night now, it seemed they were the sexual playthings of the troopers. They had to relieve themselves in front of the soldiers, their pussies were shaved every day, they were fondled while carrying out their chores, were made to give blow-jobs when they stopped to rest or to make camp, and often the girls had to perform degrading sex-acts like giving blow-jobs to the guard dogs or playing with themselves to orgasm for the soldiers entertainments while they ate dinner. The soldiers were very discerning when a girl was reluctant in her performance, and the youngest of the girls was often threatened with whipping when they failed to perform satisfactorily, so they had to learn how to please the soldiers.

They were never referred to by name, as the soldiers had never bothered to ask their names. They were given any variation of degrading labels, like “bitch”, “slave”, “slut” or “whore”. They were treated as less than humans, and forced to do strenuous menial labour. Opportunities for escape were few, since they were guarded even as they slept, and the dogs of the soldiers were always on the alert. Besides, there was a threat of putting the other girls who didn’t manage to escape at risk of an excruciating punishment, and they could not see how to run away with a five-year-old who tired easily.

They learnt how to speak dirty because the soldiers like it, they had to learn to pleasure themselves, the soldiers, the dogs and each other, sometimes within a certain time limit, and they had to submit to the fondling and ogling of the soldiers. Alati was often wet between her legs because of all the stimulation and sex-talk and threats that went on between the girls and the soldiers. Every time a soldier fondled her pussy, his hand would come away moist and he would snigger and announce it to the closest buddy, who would confirm that she was the horniest of all the slutwhores they had captured.

However the soldiers had never forced their cocks nor their dogs’ cocks into them yet. They finally found out why.

High after drinking and watching the girls dance a striptease and lick each other to orgasm one night, a soldier told them their destination… the Empire City, the heart of the Emore empire. Alati had heard stories about the Empire before, this large city that floated in the sky and its dazzling beauty as well as its scientific and technological advances.

He also revealed to them their destiny – they were to be trained as sex slaves for the people of the Empire. This was why they had never been violated — the soldiers could earn many times more money for a virgin. Besides, after the virgins had been trained and sold into brothels, the soldiers could enjoy themselves as well, for a fraction of the price others pay.

“Count it your fortune to be abducted by us,” he cackled. “It’s much more luxurious to live as a slave in a brothel than in your poor little villages. And if you are pretty and have some skills,” here he rubbed his trouser front, “you can even become a personal sex slave of some high-class owner. That’s a good life!”

Alati and the girls hugged themselves and sobbed. In the villages there had been stories circulated about girls who had been captured and enslaved by the Empire. They had suddenly disappeared and then one or two returned many years later, having escaped the Empire’s grasp. They told wild tales of the workings of the Empire, and they had an almost insatiable appetite for sex. In other words, they became raving mad nymphomaniacs, and they were almost always rejected by their families and cast out to live to live in the forest as whores. Some of them carried intricate markings on their bodies and some of them even had rings on various parts of their bodies, especially the private areas. Village mothers threatened their disobedient daughters with the Empire.

“Tomorrow we reach the Empire!,” gloated the soldier. “Now don’t think of doing something funny ‘cos you know what will happen to the rest!” He reiterated the threat of a harsh full-body whipping for all the rest of the girls if one of them even attempted to escape.

That night and the next day the girls were filled with gloom and dread. They tried to drag their feet at walking, but the soldiers kept swinging switches at their calves to keep up the speed.

“Here we are finally!” said the captain. The girls were confused. There was nothing but an empty expanse of land and sky. Alati remembered suddenly of the soldiers’ ability to camouflage their camp site.

They were then led to a specific patch of land, which upon entering, revealed itself to be a metallic room with buttons on a wall. All the soldiers crowded into the room, placing the girls in the center with them at the sides. The room then began to move upwards, to Alati’s surprise.

They stepped out of the room into a much larger room, which had rooms just like the one which brought them up. Everything was blindingly white. They were herded, lost and without direction, into a shower room. Their clothing was roughly removed by the soldiers before they entered, and the captain and three others disrobed and entered too. Warm soapy water was sprayed onto them, and the captain ordered them to wash themselves thoroughly or they would help the girls to wash. This gave all of them great encouragement to scrub well, although the soldiers and the captains would still cop a feel here and there with the excuse that they had not showered properly enough. By the time they got out of the shower, the four men were all sporting hard-ons and the girls were red-faced and on the verge of crying from the humiliation.

The men were given clothing to wear, while attendants went over to the girls. They were told to put their hands against the wall.

Immediately clamps grew from the walls and locked their hands against the wall. Alati, who saw the clamps coming, tried to pull away but she was pushed from behind towards it. At another signal, clamps also grew from the floors and clamped their feet down.

Then the clamps began to move to position the girls a measured distance from each other. The clamps on their feet moved away from the wall and apart from each other, parting their legs, and the clamps on their hands moved downward such that they were bent with their ass facing upwards. The clamps did not hurt them, but they could not move as the attendants examined their bodies and their intimate parts.

Alati felt a hand feel her arms and move towards her head. Her head was lifted by her messily shorn hair and her mouth was opened to reveal her teeth. The hands then moved down to examine her breasts, feeling them, compressing each breast and then pressing them together. Her nipples were then rolled, pulled and pinched. Alati groaned as the stimulation of her sensitive breasts made her wet between her legs.

The hands then moved down to her belly and felt around slowly, progressing downward slowly. They stopped at her hips. Alati gritted her teeth as she tried not to be aroused by the inspection, but it was difficult. Her legs were examined next, the hand moving steadily upwards towards her legs. Her ass hole was probed as examined next, a finger entering it while she squirmed.

Alati was sure the attendant could see her pussy clearly, and more, see that she was wet from all the stimulation. This made her feel ashamed, which oddly, increased the wetness she felt. She wanted the inspection to stop and struggled against the bonds, causing her breasts to sway from side to side, but they held firmly as the hands examining her reached her pussy.

She moaned as they were spread apart and the lips were caressed gently. She knew she must already be swollen because she had felt her juices starting to run down her legs. The fingers flicked at the semi- open lips, moved up and down the length of them, and entered her, feeling about cautiously. Alati felt on edge as she strained against the bonds, but his time she wanted to hump the finger that was caressing her so intimately. There was a snicker from behind, causing her to blush deeply again, but she couldn’t care less as the passion grew in her belly. The examination stopped just when she thought she had a chance to find release.

“It is acceptable,” was the verdict. So were the rest of the girls. “You have chosen well. Do you wish to auction them to the training schools right away?”

“Yes,” said the captain. “Let’s do it right now so my men and I can rest later.”

The girls were released from the clamps and their hands were restrained behind their backs. Their necks were collared and chained to one another, and they were led, pushed and spanked through brightly lit passageways until they reached a large door. Upon entering the door, the girls found themselves in a large marketplace. It was recognisable as a marketplace because of the food and fruits that were on sale. They were led towards an open space where they could see other girls were floating seemingly in the air, all in grotesque positions, some with their feet only one inch above the ground. The others were stark naked, just as they were. There were many onlookers around.

They were released from their collars and cuffs when they reached an empty lot. Alati’s messily shorn hair was grabbed and she was led by her hair to a spot. Suddenly she was suspended in the air. She screamed, but little sound came out. She could not move, not even to open her mouth.

The new girls attracted attention, and as Alati struggled against the invisible material holding her in place, those who were watching grinned at her discomfort. The captain who had raided her village came forward and held her ankle. She was surprised he could do that and that he could feel it. He put one hand under her knee and bent it, then he bent her other leg. Moving the knees wide apart and under her so she was kneeling, he moulded her back so that she was bent backwards with her nipples pointing upwards. Her hands were moved away from the body, outstretched. He pushed her head back even further and then opened her mouth, placed a small ball-like gag in her mouth and closed her eyes. She could not move one muscle to protest as he did this to her.

After she had been properly “arranged”, people began to touch and probe her with their hands. She could not see them, and could not stop them while being locked in this position by mysterious forces. She felt weak and vulnerable, being forced to expose all of her private body parts in such a public way.

Some people felt her hair and her face. Some pulled her lipsup and ran their fingers across her white teeth. Some squeezed and pinched her breasts and her nipples. Fingers explored her fingers and toes and even her belly button. And of course, her anus and her sex were the most explored and carefully examined of all of her. She had been sexually stimulated since the morning, and now her juices kept flowing out of her pussy. Those examining her could not fail to notice this.

She heard bargaining going on, the captain’s and his men’s voices praising her body and extolling her suitability to be trained. Voices were trying to lower her selling price. A hand rough with calluses now replaced all the fingers probing her pussy and began to rub and caress it. She moaned as it expertly teased her exposed clit, moving in circles up and down its length, pressing pleasurable points. It entered her and rubbed her on the inside. Having been on edge the whole day, Alati did not need much stimulation to reach her climax, her scream muffled by the gag as she reached orgasm.

She heard laughter as she blushed, realising she had once more demonstrated how easily she could reach a climax and how much she had wanted it. She blocked out the voices as she writhed internally with the shame of it all.

It seemed that her climax had facilitated her sale as soon she was collared and her hands were cuffed behind her. She was lowered slowly to the ground before the invisible material that had supported her all the while disappeared. Gravity took over and her unsupported body slumped to the ground.

“Up, slave. Time to go.” A man tugged at a chain linked to her collar. She turned back and looked at her friends, suspended and held in various lewd positions. A switch on her legs caused her to jump, and then she was led away from the market place, knowing she would probably never see them again. She wept as the man led her away, bound and naked. “Why so sad? You’re going to experience the wildest time in your life.” The guy turned around to grin at her and winked. Looking at him through her fog of tears, she read his badge: Manuel, Resource Recruitment, Aphrodite Personnel Agency.