Service to Namor

Anastasias Journey

 

   “Mother I just don’t see any other way” Anastasia said while sitting at the kitchen table in their little house.

 

   “I know, but I just didn’t want you to have to do it.”  Her mother replied as she walked across the room to take a seat too.

 

   “Mom, you did one and a half terms of slavery yourself, and you meet dad in the process.”

 

   “Oh, it’s not that I don’t want you to become a slave.  There isn’t anything wrong with it; it’s just that I’d rather you do it because you wanted to, not because the family is broke.”

 

   “Mom, you yourself told me that I would fetch a good price, if I bring twenty pounds of gold on the block, you and dad will be able to get started again.”

 

   “I know Anastasia, and I’m sure you’d bring more than twenty on the block.  A young pretty sixteen year old woman like you would most likely get forty, or even fifty pounds of gold.  Being a slave can be very enjoyable, but it can also have its moments.”

 

   “Moments?”  Anastasia asked.

 

   “Honey, being a slave isn’t always fun.” Her mother said, as she looked down at the table.

 

   “Well I know that mom; I’d have to work and stuff.”

 

   “More stuff than work usually.”

 

   “I’m not following you mom, what do you mean?”

 

   “Anastasia,” she paused, then looking up into Anastasia’s eyes.  “I never told you exactly how your father and I meet.”

 

   “Sure you did mom, you were a slave in a castle, dad was a soldier assigned to the castle, and you meet and fell in love.  Dad saved up his money and paid off the remaining debt from the Lord.  The two of you got married, had kids, and the rest is history.”

 

   “The rest may be history Anastasia, but the part before that just wasn’t talked about.  Honey, have you ever had sex with a boy?  Have you ever sucked a boy’s dick?”

 

   “MOM!”

 

   “Have you?”

 

   “Well, um, yes...”  Anastasia said, almost ashamed.

 

   “Well at least it won’t be a totally new experience if you decide to.  Honey, when you’re a slave, you have to do what ever the Lord tells you, when ever he tells you.  You have to respond to his orders immediately, no matter what they are.  You’ll do work, you’ll cook, clean, do the laundry and much more.  But you will also have sex.  The Lord will fuck you over and over; he’ll fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass.  He’ll make you walk around naked or almost naked all the time; some will make you play with yourself while they watch.  Others will share you with their friends, or the soldiers in their command.  And some will make you have sex with other women, you’ll be forced kiss her, fondle her tits and lick her cunt.”

 

   “Mom, you did that?”  Anastasia asked with fear and excitement in her voice.

 

   “Oh yea, I did it.” She replied.  Standing up from the table and walking over to the stove to get a cup of tea she continued.  “Every day I woke up I was forced to fuck at least one man or another, sometimes more.  And I had to make love to other women just as often.  Then when you don’t do exactly what you Lord says, you’ll be punished; and that is how I meet your father.”

 

   With a full cup of tea, she returned to the table and sat back down.  “You see Anastasia, one day my Lord had me and two other slaves in bed with him.  My Lord was laying on his back necking with one of them, the other was riding him.”

 

   “Riding?”  Anastasia asked

 

   “It’s when he lays on his back with his dick straight up in the air, you then sit on top of him with his dick in your pussy.  Bouncing up and down like you’re riding a horse, you fuck.  Actually it feels pretty good.  Anyway, I was supposed to lay my head down there next to his dick and her pussy, and then when ever he felt like it he would pull his cock out of her pussy.  As soon as I saw that his dick was free, I was supposed to immediately begin sucking on it.  And when it was in her pussy, I was to lick her pussy to make her enjoy it more.”

 

   “And you couldn’t, that’s why you got into trouble?”  Anastasia asked.

 

   “No, actually I was doing a great job, to good.  You see, while I was sucking his dick he blew.  Great wads of his cum rushed into my mouth, which I then shared with my partner by kissing her for several minutes.  I thought my Lord would enjoy watching us, but instead he was upset because he wanted to cum in her pussy and not my mouth.  He bent me over and whipped my ass for several minutes causing a bit of pain, then for further punishment he made me go give everyone of his soldiers a blowjob; since I ‘obviously’ liked sucking dick so much.”

 

   “Every one of his soldiers, my god mom, how many was that?”  Anastasia asked with anticipation.

 

   “Honey, I have no idea, but it had to be more than a hundred.  A full company consists of one hundred fifty men counting the knight.  Anyway I was placed into a privet room, striped, and tied down with a dildo shoved up my pussy and another in my ass.”

 

   “Dildo?”

 

   “It’s a fake cock; many Lord’s like to watch their slaves fuck, without actually fucking.  It’s kind of like when you finger yourself.”

 

   “Ok, mom but how were you tied down with dildo’s in you?”

 

   “Well, it was sort of like a bed, the foot of the bed was resting on the floor, and the head was held up with chains.  I was face down with my arms and legs stretched out spread eagle and tied in that position.  But the bed was shorter than a normal bed, because from my tits up were exposed.  Then there was some kind of brace in the back holding the dildo’s in place.  My Lord placed me so that the only hole I could offer the soldiers was my mouth; and it was in just the right height for them.  Of course by flexing my legs and pulling up with my arms a little bit, I could fuck the two dildos too.”

 

   “Then one after another the soldiers entered, dropped their pants, pulled out their cocks, and started fucking my face as they stood in front of me.  At first it was fun, sucking all that dick and bouncing up and down at the same time.  But then over and over they just continued coming in, both the room and my mouth.  I swear I must have swallowed a gallon of sperm that night.  After a while your father entered, I didn’t think anything would be different, I just saw the door open a soldier step in, and the door close.  Evidently I looked as used as I felt.  He looked at me and just sat down.  ‘I think I’ll give you a rest this round’ he said.”

 

   “That was the kindest thing anyone could have done for me right then.  I just looked up at him with my cum covered face and said ‘thank you’.  A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door, your father looked over at me and asked if I would like a bit more time.  Of course I responded that I did, so he yelled back that he wasn’t done with me yet.  After several more minutes they were all but knocking the door down.  Finally he said that he couldn’t hold them off any longer, and he had to leave.  I thanked him for the gift, but he leaned over and gave me a soft kiss; then he was off, and I had to resume sucking cocks.”

 

   “Mom, I had no idea; that must have been horrible.”

 

   “Well horrible in some ways, nice in others.  Actually just telling the story has caused my pussy to twitch with some excitement.”

 

   “Mom!”

 

   “Let me finish, first off, there is something about the collar that completely shuts down your reproductive organs.  No babies, and no period.  I have no idea how it works, but it is a secret that the collar makers keep very secret.  Without the fear of pregnancy, you’d be amazed at how much your sex drive increases.  Then again, there might also be something in the collar that increases your sex drive, either way, you’re constantly horny.  And then, to have all of those men wanting you, begging to have you, stare at you with lust day after day.  Well, it gives you a sense of power.  Then at other times, like when I blew all of those soldiers, you actually get a great feeling of pride when it’s over.  “You get a feeling that even though there are hundreds of them fucking your face, that you are still able to please them all with your mouth.”

 

   “I’m not sure if I started it, or if my Lord got the idea from somewhere else, but he started using the soldiers to punish us all the time.  I was bound and determined to pay back your father for that single act of kindness.  I learned that he was the squad sergeant of second squad third platoon, with three squads to a platoon, and three platoons in the company, every nine days it was your fathers squad’s turn.  Then on a day that your father’s squad was scheduled to punish the ‘bad’ slaves, I conveniently got into trouble.”

 

   “Mom, that’s devious.”

 

   “I know, anyway when the other ‘bad’ slaves and I showed up, your father recognized me immediately.  Before any of the other soldiers had a chance he grabbed me and took me to his room.  That night we made love, we made love like I had never felt before.  Sure I had had some really great sex before that, but for the first time I felt an emotional attachment as well.  From then on, I managed to get into trouble every nine days so I could spend the night with your father.  Eventually, I my Lord caught on, because one day first thing in the morning he came to me and asked me what I was planning on screwing up today.  He knew, he knew I was in love with someone in second squad third platoon, so I confessed.  My Lord called your father and me to his private office; there we discussed my freedom, and the price of it.  A price was set, and I was allowed to move permanently in with your father.  Once he paid my Lord in full, we could marry.”

 

   “Your father paid the price, finished his term of service, we got married, and then the rest is history.”  She finished with a big grin.

 

   “Mom that’s so romantic, in a weird sort of way.  But I’m sure I could do it too.  Sex without fear of pregnancy, and having every soldier in the castle lusting over my pussy and tits.  I Love the sound of it.  I’m not sure about having sex with other women or being whipped, but to have sex that often sounds really cool.”

 

   “Oh, you’ll get used to the other women; most actually find themselves enjoying it.  And getting whipped isn’t so bad, they can’t do any permanent harm.  About half of the slaves even find that they enjoy the punishment portion, whether it’s the being shared, tied up and abused, or even the whippings.”

 

   “Mom, I’m doing it, I’m going to sell myself into slavery.  You can use the money, and who knows, maybe I’ll find a nice soldier for myself.”  Anastasia said as she quickly jumped up from the table.

 

   “Or maybe you can convince a noble to marry you.  After all, if you learn to suck dick as good as I did, I’m sure you’ll make an impression on your Lord.”  She replied as she stood up.  “But before we leave for the market, you’ll have to excuse me for a few moments.” 

 

   “Why mom?”  Anastasia asked.

 

   “Because my dear, after telling you that story I’m so horny that if I don’t stick something into my cunt right away, I’m likely to rape the first man I see.”

 

   “Oh, you know, it actually turned me on too.”  Anastasia replied.

 

   “Then you go to your room, and I’ll go to mine.  After we’re both done finger fucking ourselves we can go to the market.”

 

   Anastasia wasted no time; she darted to her room shut the door and plopped down on her bed.  Quickly she reached down to the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waist.  Her fingers immediately found her aching pussy, ‘my god, I’m soaked’ she thought as she felt the slick juice covering her pussy lips.  Gently she began to rub her fingers in small circles over her nub of a clit.  ‘Hundreds of men lusting my body’ she thought, ‘getting fucked over and over’ her fingers sped up, moving faster and faster.  ‘Cock, all the cock I could want, and pussy, I’ll have to learn how to eat pussy.’  With that thought she dipped her fingers deep into her slit, penetrating the two fleshy folds of skin.  She could feel her cum collecting on her finger tips, then pulling them out she raised them to her lips.

 

   ‘Not bad’ Anastasia thought, ‘it tastes different than anything else, but not bad.  I guess I could get used to it.’  She continued thinking as she sucked the last drops off her fingers.  ‘Whippings’ ran through her mind. ‘Can a person actually enjoy getting whipped?’  Reaching down, she flattened her hand, SMACK, Anastasia slapped her cunt.  Instantaneously waves of ecstasy shot through her body.  ‘Holy cow, that actually felt good.” She thought; SMACK doing it again the wave radiated through her body.  SMACK, SMACK, SMACK again and again she slapped her pussy.  Reaching down with her other hand she drove two fingers deep into her pussy, and began to thrust them in and out.

 

Rolling over on her belly, she continued driving her fingers in, ‘hundreds of men will be fucking me, soon, soon I’ll have a cock there instead of my fingers.’  Reaching around with her other hand, SMACK, the palm of her hand came down firmly against her ass.  Again the wave ran through her body, “YES!” She yelled out loudly as she felt her orgasm hit.

 

   The next day, Anastasia and her mother were standing in line at the Slavers guild waiting their turn to be processed.

 

   “Are you sure you want to do this honey?”  Anastasia’s mother asked.

 

   “Mom, we’ve already been though this.  Now stop asking before I end up having to go finger myself again.”  Anastasia replied.

 

   “OK, OK, I just wanted to make sure.  Oh dear, it looks like your next.”

 

   “State your business.” The man behind the desk said.

 

   “I wish, I wish to sell myself into slavery.” Anastasia said.

 

   “Age?” he asked.

 

   “I’m sixteen.”

 

   “No prior experience then, are you a virgin, or have you already had sex?” He continued.

 

   “No I’m not a virgin.”

 

   “Shame, you probably would have fetched a better price.  Some nobles prefer to buy virgins.  They claim they can ‘shape’ you to their desires better, hogwash I say.  Makes no difference though, I’m sure you’ll still sell.  Let’s see, I’d call that blond hair, and you have green eyes.  How tall are you?”

 

   “five foot four inches.”

 

   “Measurements?”

 

   “What?” Anastasia asked, unsure what he wanted.

 

   “How big are your tits, stomach, and waist?”

 

   “Oh, I don’t know, I never measured.”  Anastasia answered.

 

   “Hold on,” The man then stood up with a piece of rope and walked around the desk.  “Hold your arms straight out.” He commanded, Anastasia did as he said, and he wrapped the rope around her several times in different places; from her breasts to her waist.

 

   Sitting back down, “Ok, your 38 breast, C cup, 24 waist and 36 hip.  Fine measurements.  Ok young lady, who would you like the proceeds to go to?”

 

   “My mother, right here.”  Anastasia said.

 

   “Very well, the Slaves guild requires one pound of gold plus ten percent of auction price for processing and collaring, what do you want your bid to start at?”  The man asked.

 

   “Twenty,” Anastasia paused, “Twenty five pounds of gold.”

 

   “It’s a little high to start, but a fair price.  I’m sure some one will buy you.  Now, I need you to sign this contract it states that you will be sold as a gratis slave to the highest bidder; all proceeds minus the processing fee will be paid to your mother.  Once auctioned you will begin a three year term of slavery, if for some reason you are unable to complete your term you will be required to pay back the owner a prorated rate for the time you failed to complete.”

 

   Leaning over Anastasia read over the contract, it used a lot more words, but said basically what the man just said.  Taking a quill in her hand she signed her name at the bottom.

 

   “Good, step through that door there, a lady will help you get dressed for the auction.  It shouldn’t take long.”

 

   Anastasia looked at her mother, “Well, I guess I’ll see you in three years mom.”  At once her mother grabbed her and gave her a great big hug.  “It’ll be ok mom.”  Anastasia said hugging her back.

 

   Turning to the door, Anastasia walked in.  Once inside another woman took her and helped her out of her cloths.  Anastasia was sat down, they put makeup on her eyes and checks, lipstick on her lips to brighten them, and then they placed her in a inexpensive white corset and long dress.  The corset and dress where not of high quality, but they displayed all the right features.  Once everything was complete Anastasia was placed in a line of with other women waiting to be auctioned.

 

   Every few minutes the woman at the head of the line would walk up and on stage, Anastasia could here the auctioneer calling out the price she was selling for and then as things slowed down he would call ‘sold, to Lord’ and someone’s name.  Finally it was Anastasia’s turn, a man opened a small curtain and asked; “Name?”

 

   “Anastasia.”

 

   Shuffling through some paperwork he said, “Oh yes, here you are.  Come on step up and out.”

 

   Stepping up a few steps through the curtain Anastasia was looking at a walkway with a small circular stage at the end.  In a big semicircle around the stage sat hundreds of nobles.  The man led her down the walkway to the stage and stood her there.  “Just kind of turn around a bit for now.” He said.

 

   “Now here we have Anastasia.” The auctioneer yelled “She’s a novice coming in at five foot 4 inches, with thirty eight inch tits.  The price begins at twenty five pounds of gold.”

 

   “Twenty five!” a man yelled in the audience at once.

 

   “Twenty six!” said another, then silence.

 

   “Gentleman, I’m sure you’re not going to stop at twenty six, did I mention that she has green eyes.”

 

   “Twenty seven!”

 

   “Twenty seven, do I hear twenty eight?” the auctioneer continued.

 

   “Twenty eight.”  Yelled the original man.

 

   “I have twenty eight, could I get twenty nine for this fine blond haired beauty measuring thirty eight, twenty four, thirty six.  Come on gentleman surly we can do better than this.” The auctioneer continued.

 

   “Thirty.” Yet another man yelled.

 

   “Thirty one.”

 

   “I have Thirty one, can I have Thirty two?”

 

   “Thirty two.”

 

   “Thirty two, now we are getting somewhere, thirty three any one, any one?” the auctioneer went.  “take off the dress.” He whispered to Anastasia.

 

   Anastasia was in shock, she knew she was becoming a slave, and she even fantasized about it, but she didn’t think that she would have to expose herself to all of these men.  But slowly she reached up and unbuttoned the buttons leading down the front, until the dress fell to the floor.  Now Anastasia was standing before a group of men with only a small piece of cloth wrapped around her mid section pulling it in tight.  There she stood with her breasts exposed to the world, and pubic hair in plain sight.

 

   “Now, gentlemen feast your eyes on the lovely sixteen year old flesh, her cherry may have been pitted already, but I’d bet there’s still a little bit of it there.  Now can we get on with the serious bidding?  Do I hear forty?”

 

   “Thirty five.”; “Thirty six.”; “forty.”  Anastasia heard in rapid succession.

 

   “Forty, now we’re talking. Forty one, forty one anyone?”

 

   “Forty one.” An older gentleman said.

 

   “Forty one, eight ounces.” the original man said

 

   “Forty five.” The older gentleman said.

 

   “Forty five, I have forty five pounds of gold on the table for this fine lady, Forty five once; Forty five twice, Forty five and sold; to Baron VonHession.”

 

   “Thank you young lady, you are now the property of Baron VonHession for the next three years.  Please step over there to be collared and picked up by your new Lord.”  The auctioneer said.

 

   Anastasia reached down and picked up her dress, hurriedly she buttoned it up and went to where he pointed.  Baron VonHession was already there waiting.

 

   “Ah, my newest slave.” Baron VonHession said as she approached.

 

   “Yes my Lord.” Anastasia said

 

   “Well at least you’re smart enough to address me correctly.  As you know by now, I am Baron VonHession, I command a Battalion on the western front.  We will travel for three days by train, then another day by horse and carriage.  So in less than a week you will be in your new home for the next three years.  First thing first though, we need to collar you.  Slaver,” Baron VonHession said turning to another man. “I want her in a one and half inch collar with a three inch ring in front.  Bracelets with two, one inch rings on each side.”

 

   “Yes Lord VonHession.”

 

   Quickly the slaver took out a piece of leather and wrapped it around Anastasia’s neck.  Bringing it back to his bench, he attached the three inch ring and fastened a strip of metal to the back with some rivets.  Then bringing it back to her neck he wrapped it around and put a few final rivets through the back where to two ends meet.  Taking a small piece of rope he then measured Anastasia’s wrists.  Returning to his bench, he opened a crate and pulled out two bands and four rings.  With some quick work he added the rings, two each, to the bands.  Taking the bands, he attached them to Anastasia’s wrists, and clamped them tight.  The slaver inserted a small pin where they meet, and then pressed it flat with a large pair of pliers making it impossible to remove.

 

   “There you go Lord VonHession.” The slaver said.

 

   Anastasia looked down at her wrists; there on each one was a bracelet about two inches wide, with two rings on each.  Looking at it, Anastasia quickly realized that this would allow her Lord to tie her arms anyway he liked.  With a small piece of rope or clip he could tie them together like handcuffs, or by using the other ring he could tie them to something palm up.  Quickly many variations of ways to be tied up with them flooded her mind; but Anastasia had no idea of how many ways she could actually be tied using those rings.

 

   “Then Anastasia shall we go to the train station.”  Lord VonHession said.

 

   “I guess.”  Anastasia said.

 

   “I guess, MY LORD.” Baron VonHession corrected her.

 

   “I am sorry my Lord.”  Anastasia said.

 

   “It’ll take some time; usually it takes a new slave a couple of weeks before they begin to understand the fundamentals.  Many Nobles say I’m to easy, that I shouldn’t correct, that I should just whip them, but I see no reason to punish a slave that simple doesn’t know better.” Baron VonHession said as he began to walk.

 

   “Thank you my Lord.”

 

“Basic rules, I am always your Lord.  So when ever you address me you will call me ‘my Lord’.  If there is another noble present he is just Lord, since he doesn’t own you.  You will always refer to your self as slave, never are you to use the word I or me.  So instead of ‘I am sorry My Lord’ it would be ‘Your slave is sorry My Lord.  Understand?”

 

   “Yes my Lord.”

 

   “Now, I’m going to give you a two week grace period.  During the first two weeks, if you make any mistakes, I will simply correct you.  After that punishment will be giving.”

 

   “I...Your slave understands, my Lord.”  Said Anastasia, she was thankful that this Lord was turning out to be a kind man.

 

   “See, you’re already getting the hang of it.  Next, I own several slaves, in my castle I currently have twenty five, and including you I have purchased seven here.  To tell you the truth, I had only planned on buying six.  I bought the others yesterday at the prior experience auction.  I was just getting ready to leave for my train when I saw you.  I figured why not, and now you’re mine as well.”  Baron VonHession continued.

 

   In the distance, Anastasia could see the smoke bellowing up from the steam engine.  She was glad that it wasn’t much farther, today had been a shock, granted she knew what she was getting into, but it was still a shock.

 

   “Let’s see, what else do you need to know right off the bat.  Oh, yes.  I dress my slaves by position.  Your lingerie will be green; green is the color of my lowest slaves.  From green you move to blue, from blue to purple, and from purple to red.  Any slave below you must obey you as if it was me, and you must obey any slave above you as if it were me.  Also, I have one mistress, she is my head slave.  She is dressed in black leather, and she only answers to me.  It will be her job to cloth you, make sure your fed, given a place to sleep, and train you.  Do you have any questions yet?”

 

   “So many, your slave wouldn’t know where to begin my Lord.”  Anastasia said, they were getting close to the train now.

 

   “Well just spit a few of them out.”  Baron VonHession said.

 

   “Very well my Lord, First off, you said that you command a Battalion.  Your slave would like to know how many men that is.”

 

   “A battalion at full strength would consist of four hundred ninety seven men.  In theory it could be pushed up as high as four thousand before it would have to split in two.  My battalion is a bit under, currently I have three hundred eighty eight, although I expect that to change shortly.  And you should have said ‘My Lord said that he commanded a battalion’ you should avoid addressing me personally.”

 

   “Your slave begs her pardon, my Lord.”

 

   “You’re still on day one, as I said before I’m giving you a two week grace period to learn.  Any other questions?”

 

   “Yes my Lord, your slave is curious about her Lords choice in purchasing her.  My Lord stated that he bought six others from the prior experience market.  And my Lord, your slave would like to know more about the status of lingerie, how many wear what color?  And also my Lord, if it isn’t too much to ask; your slave would like to know how old you are.”

 

   “I’m thirty four; I joined the Army when I was eighteen.  Normally, I have sixteen slaves wearing green, eight blue, four purple, and two in red.  Each higher slave has two below her.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do with you yet.  Since I bought you, I will now have seventeen wearing green, meaning that one blue would have three.  Perhaps I’ll dress you in black and give you to the mistress.  We’ll see.  As far as why I bought you, well I swore that I wouldn’t buy any new slaves; it can be troublesome training them.  And frankly Alyssa, my head slave, is going to be upset, but I’m the Lord not her.  You just looked so damn good that I couldn’t resist buying you.”  Baron VonHession said as the reached the train station platform. 

 

   “The back two cars are mine, I will stay in the back car and all of you will stay in the car before me; unless I call on you.”  Reaching the train cars Baron VonHession stepped up next to the rear car.  “Up you go Anastasia.” Baron VonHession said while helping her reach the first step.

 

   Baron VonHession followed Anastasia up and into the second car.  “Ladies, I picked up one more, her name is Anastasia.  Anastasia is a novice since she has only been a slave for twenty minutes, so be nice to her.”

 

   “Yes my Lord.” The six girls said in unison.

 

   “Now let’s see, Jennifer isn’t it.” Baron VonHession said while looking at a tall blond with small perky nipples, who looked to be about nineteen years old.”

 

   “Yes my Lord.”  She replied while going from a sitting position to a kneeling one and bowing her head slightly.

 

   “And Vanessa.”  Baron VonHession said while looking at an overly endowed brunette who appeared to be twenty.

 

   “Yes my Lord.”  She also replied going to the same kneeling position and bowing her head slightly.

 

   “Good, would you two like to be Anastasias first teachers?”

 

   “My Lord, your slave would be honored.”  Jennifer replied

 

   “And this slave would also be honored.”  Vanessa said, as her tits dangled freely, almost touching the floor.

 

   “Excellent, then would you two and Anastasia follow me to my car?”

 

   “It will be your slave’s pleasure, my Lord.” Jennifer and Vanessa said together as they stood up.

 

   Baron VonHession turned and walked out of the second car and into the back car with Jennifer, Vanessa, and Anastasia following close behind.  Stepping inside his private car, Anastasia could see a small kitchen on the front left, with a small table only big enough for two maybe three next to it.  On the right side there was a large couch, followed by a small wood stove and then a large cushioned leather chair pointed towards the middle of the car.  Past that there was a curtain dividing the car in half, Anastasia was sure her Lord’s bed was behind that.  The floor was covered with thick rugs made from various animal pelts.  Baron VonHession walked to the wood stove and threw some more wood on the fire.  Then turning around he sat on the chair.

 

   “Sit ladies; sit down right there on the floor.” He commanded.

 

   Anastasia started to sit down with her legs crossed, but noticed the other two sitting down with their legs sprawled out sideways.  Anastasia quickly mimicked their style.

 

   “Anastasia, when we first boarded the train, I addressed Jennifer and Vanessa, did you notice how they responded?”  Baron VonHession asked as the train began to move.

 

   Quickly Anastasia thought back, and then she turned herself to kneel, bowed her head slightly and said. “Yes my Lord.”

 

   “Very good, I knew you would make an excellent slave.  Now the kneeling position is the basic position.  When ever you address me, or when I call on you, this is how you are to report to me.  Kneeling is almost universal; very few nobles don’t use it.  If for some reason you are standing when I pass you, would simple go to one knee instead of both.”

 

   “I’ve already instructed Vanessa and Jennifer in my commands, so just watch for now.  Jennifer; disrobe and service me.”  Baron VonHession commanded.

 

   Immediately Jennifer jumped up and stripped out of her dress, sitting back down she leaned forward going to her knees, reaching up with her hands she undid the Baron’s buttons; freeing his rock hard cock from the uniform.  Lowering her mouth down she parted her lips gently, and took the crown of his cock in her mouth.  Slowly she lowered her head down drawing in the entire length of his cock.  Then she reversed her direction running her lips back up the length until she reached the crown again, once there she repeated the process going back down.

 

   “Good, Good, you see Anastasia, with the words Service me, Jennifer knew to suck my cock.  When ever I command you to service me this is what you are to do.  If I command you to service someone else you are to do the same to them; understand?”

 

   “Yes my Lord.”  Anastasia said

 

   “Now Anastasia, you sold on the novice market, but they said you weren’t a virgin, how much experience do you have?”

 

   “Very little, my Lord.  Your slave has only had sex a few times before with a boy from her town.”

 

   “I figured it was something close to that, the boy probably didn’t know what he was doing anyway.”  Baron VonHession said while Jennifer continued sucking his stiff cock.

 

   “Vanessa, Disrobe and display yourself.”  Baron VonHession commanded.

 

   Vanessa stood up at once and removed her dress exposing her large firm tits with bright nipples.  The cheap corset pulled her waist in tightly punctuating her tits and pussy.  Then turning her back to the Baron she bent over at the waist, reaching behind her she grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and pulled them apart for the Baron to see.  After holding this pose for a few moments she let go and sat down, taking her left leg in her hands she pulled it high in the air while keeping it straight.  Vanessa’s pink pussy lips parted slightly, allowing the Baron to see the depths of her hole.

 

   “You see,” Baron VonHession said; “With the command of Display Vanessa is now putting herself on display for me, she must make herself look as enticing as possible.” He said as Vanessa arched her back with her feet and shoulders flat on the floor placing her pussy high in the air. 

 

   “Jennifer, cease.”  Baron VonHession commanded.  A small popping sound was heard as the Baron’s rigid cock slid free from her glistening lips.

 

   “Yes my Lord.” Jennifer said as she returned to the kneeling position.

 

   “Anastasia, have you ever sucked a cock before?”  The Baron asked.

 

   “No my Lord; but your slave is eager to learn.” Anastasia said

 

   “Good, then Anastasia, service me.” Baron VonHession commanded.

 

   Jennifer moved to the side and Anastasia hurriedly got to her knees and scooted in front of the Baron.  Looking down she could see his hard cock before her face.  It was very firm and erect with veins running its length that pulsated with the Baron’s heartbeats; Anastasia could see the salvia from Jennifer dripping down the shaft.  Leaning forward she parted her tender lips and opened her mouth to accept his cock in her mouth for the first time.

 

   “That’s it darling,” Jennifer whispered in her ear.  “Take it in your mouth then close your lips gently around it.  Be careful not to touch his dick with your teeth.  Good, now slowly suck a little, just a little, to draw it in farther.  Take it in as far as you can go, later you’ll learn how to take it all in.”

 

   Anastasia lightly sucked on the cock and felt it draw into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat.  She could feel the blood rushing into his cock as she did so, and how the Baron raised his hips slightly pushing it in further.

 

   “Good,” Jennifer said. “Now relax, let it slide back out as you raise your head up.”

 

   Anastasia could feel the ridges and veins sliding across her lips as she raised her head, then she felt the ridge of the crown touch her lips.

 

   “That’s far enough honey, now suck it in again.”  Jennifer coached her.

 

   Again, Anastasia sucked gently, pulling the cock farther into her mouth as she lowered her head down again, until she felt the head of the cock tickling the back of her throat once more.

 

   “Fondle her.” Anastasia heard Baron VonHession command.  Shortly after the command, she felt a hand gliding across her back up and down its span.  Then the hand began to move lower, lower on her back as she continued to suck the Baron’s cock.  Then back up her back, gently rubbing her back.

 

   Anastasia could feel her dress being lifted up, and the hand was now on her bottom, caressing her tight round ass in circles.  Moving even further down under the dress she felt some fingers bush against her pussy.  Twinges ran through Anastasias body has the fingers slowly rubbed her small cunt lips.  With the increased tension she quickened her pace on the Baron’s cock, sucking it in faster and faster.  Then the hand moved even further around, Anastasia could feel the palm of the hand rubbing her clit.  Suddenly a finger penetrated her pussy, pushing far up into the depths of her cunt.  Everything around Anastasia sort of vanished as she dropped off into her own world, nothing, nothing was more important than the cock she was sucking.  Rapidly her lips glided up and down the hard shaft, as she felt the finger increase it’s own pace driving in and out of her tight pussy.

 

   “Anastasia cease.” She heard the Baron command from the distance.  Hearing the Baron’s words she returned to reality.  ‘Cease’ she thought, ‘why in the hell does he want me to cease?’  But never the less, as her lips slid up the length of his cock she released it from her lips and rocked back to the kneeling position.”

 

   “Yes my Lord.” Anastasia said.  She could see now that Jennifer was the one who was fondling her pussy.  Even though Anastasia had stopped sucking the Baron’s cock, Jennifer was still finger fucking her under the dress.

 

   “You were enjoying yourself weren’t you?”  Baron VonHession asked Anastasia.

 

   “Yes my Lord.  Was that wrong?”  Anastasia answered and asked.

 

   “No, it is good that a slave enjoys her tasks.  It makes it more pleasurable for the Noble.  But you hesitated when I commanded you to stop.  You must realize that if a man continues without breaks he will finish much sooner than wanted.  If a woman has an orgasm she feels the since of relief; but she is also ready for more.  A man has a different reaction.  A man feels the relief; but he must wait and regain his strength before he can continue.  And the older I get, the longer it takes to recoup.  So if I command you to cease, you must stop immediately, for if I cum before I’m ready I’ll be displeased.”

 

   As Anastasia set there listening to Baron VonHession Jennifer continued to finger fuck her, Jennifer’s other hand and started to fondle Anastasia tits now as well.  Jennifer was rubbing Anastasia’s left tit, cupping it’s fullness in her hand, and running her fingers over the nipple.  Anastasia could feel her pussy juice flowing freely as her excitement increased, an orgasm was near and she new it, she desperately wanted to feel his cock in her cunt.  Then she heard the last part of his speech, ‘cum before I’m ready I’ll be displeased’.  Her mother, that is what happened to her mother.  Her mother made her Lord cum too soon, and he punished her for it.

 

   “Your slave, believes she understands, my Lord.  Your slave’s mother told her a story of when she was a slave, and how she displeased her Lord.”  Anastasia answered.

 

   “Really.”  Baron VonHession said.

 

   “Yes my Lord.”

 

   “Jennifer, cease.” The Baron commanded, to Anastasia’s disappointment, she was so near an orgasm.  “Anastasia, disrobe, lay back and tell me the story, in every detail, just as your mother told you.  Vanessa, I’ve been watching your beautiful pussy, how about you come up here with me while she tells the story so that I may play with it.  And Jennifer service Anastasia while she talks.”  The Baron continued.

 

   ‘Service me’ Anastasia thought, with a little fear.  But as her Lord commanded, she removed her dress, and then laid back and parted her legs slightly for Jennifer.  Vanessa hopped up and walked over to the Baron, sitting down across his lap she spread her legs apart and buried her face into the scruff of his neck.  The train had reached full speed now, and it was dark outside.  Anastasia could see Vanessa’s overly large tits jiggling from the rocking motion of the train as the Baron slid his hand across her thighs.

 

   Anastasia started to tell the story, as soon as she began talking Jennifer spread Anastasia’s legs further apart, laid face down and buried her face into Anastasias snatch.  Anastasia could feel her tongue running up and down the length of her slit as she talked.  Unable to control herself she pulled her knees up farther and wider, allowing Jennifer better access.

 

 

   Nearing the end, Jennifer pulled Anastasia’s pussy lips apart and sucked deeply on her clit.  Unable to control herself Anastasia began thrusting her hips forward up and into Jennifer’s hungry mouth.  Anastasia was having a difficult time talking, as her speech became labored and broken from the excitement.  Looking over at the Baron, Anastasia wanted to make sure that he didn’t look displeased, but instead saw the Baron with a large grin.  He was still fingering Vanessa, and she was lightly kissing his neck, but he definitely had a grin.

 

   Then it came, both the end of the story and her pussy.  Anastasia’s pussy drained more fluid than ever before as she screamed out; and it drained directly in to Jennifer’s mouth.  Jennifer continued licking and sucking on Anastasia’s pussy, pulling every last drop of her cunt cream in.

 

   “Good, Good, a most excellent story.”  The Baron said while continuing to finger Vanessa. “Jennifer you may stop. I now understand Anastasia why you asked how many men I command.  Rest assured a platoon has forty five men, and I generally find that making a slave service a platoon is more than enough punishment.”

 

   A sigh of relief went through Anastasia.  “Thank you my Lord.” She said.

 

   “For what?” he asked.

 

   “For everything, my Lord, for making me feel so good, and being a kind master.  Your Slave is most thankful.”  Anastasia said.

 

   “Well, some nobles are cruel.  But I find that if I make my slaves happy, that they make me happier.  Of course there will still be times when I must punish you.  But as long as you do as I command, we should both have an immense amount of fun.”

 

   “Now would you like to finish me by sucking my cock again?”  The Baron asked Anastasia.

 

   “Your slave would be honored, my Lord.”  Anastasia cooed

 

   “Jennifer, you are dismissed.” Baron VonHession said.

 

   Jennifer quickly put on her dress over the corset, and then with a slight bow to the Baron, she turned and walked out.

 

   “Anastasia, service me.”  The Baron commanded as he shifted in his chair to allow Anastasia better access to his cock, but still allowing Vanessa to remain on his lap.

 

   “Yes my Lord.”  Anastasia said, and quickly went to the kneeling position before the Baron, leaning forward to take his cock in her mouth.  Sucking it in deeply until she could feel the crown poking the back of her throat, then releasing and riding it back up.  His cock glistened as her saliva coated it’s ridges.  Up and down she went faster and faster.  Looking up while she continued sucking, she could see Vanessa’s pussy spread open by her Lord’s fingers.  And looking further up still she could see the two of them kissing again.  Kissing passionately, exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues, their lips slid across the others lips melting together.

 

   Looking back down Anastasia noticed that the Barons pace was matched to her own.  With every bob up and down on his cock, his fingers thrust in and out of Vanessa.  Anastasia quickened her pace.  Faster and faster she went up and down his cock, sucking it in and releasing it to glide back up its length.  And the Baron matched, faster and faster he moved his fingers, in and out of Vanessa’s pussy.  Anastasia could see the glistening pussy juice on Vanessa’s long pussy lips.  The folds of flesh moved with his fingers as he drove them in and out.  Then a smell, a smell that smelled wonderful, it was the smell of sex, the smell of fresh pussy.

 

   With the aroma of Vanessa’s pussy filling Anastasia’s nose, she went to work even more enthusiastically.  Cum, he must cum, she thought, I will make him cum.  Sucking harder and faster yet her lips slid up and down his shaft, until she felt something.  The head of his cock swelled, and it swelled again, without slowing she continued to suck then it erupted with a final swell.  Her mouth filled with thick globs of cum, running her lips up his shaft to the end of his cock she swallowed as much as she could.  Again it erupted filling her mouth with more of the thick sticky goo.  Anastasia swallowed as best she could as his dick expelled the cream, but she could feel some leaking from the corners of her mouth.

 

   Looking up to see if her Lord was pleased with the blowjob, she could see the Baron and Vanessa still kissing.  Suddenly Anastasia was filled with another feeling, she wanted to be there kissing to, she wanted to feel lips pressed against hers, she wanted to explore another mouth with her tongue.  The only confusing part was, she wasn’t exactly sure which one she wanted to kiss.

 

   Licking the last of his cum off of the Baron’s cock, Anastasia sat back into the kneeling position.  “Your slave believes you are finished, my Lord.”

 

   With a few pecks the Baron broke his kiss with Vanessa.  “Indeed I am finished, and it was most wonderful.  You are doing an exceptional job, both of you.  Now, I am going to lay down for a bit.  How about you two get dressed and cook us something to eat.  I’m sure you can find everything you need here.  Wake me when dinner is served.”

 

   Baron VonHession stood up and walked to the curtain, stepping behind it he disappeared from their site.

 

   “So do you know how to cook?”  Vanessa asked Anastasia as she put her dress on.

 

   “A little.”  Anastasia replied while stepping back into her dress.

 

   “Good, I’m sure you’ll learn more as time goes on.  Let’s see what we can make our new Lord.”  Vanessa said.

 

   Stepping over to the kitchen area the two of them quickly found things to make.  There was some kind of fresh red meat in an ice box, potato’s and vegetables in a bin.  Vanessa lit the wood alcohol cooking stove, and began frying the steak.  Anastasia, found a pot to boil the potato’s and vegetables in.  Once the steak was cooked, the potato’s and vegetables boiled, the two of them set the table.

 

   Anastasia was amazed at how easily everything was going, her and Vanessa were getting along great and working together quite well.  A few times while they were cooking and getting things ready, Anastasia found herself staring at Vanessa.  Thinking back to when she saw them kissing, and the feeling that she wanted to kiss Vanessa too.

 

   “Vanessa.”  Anastasia said while she set the forks around the table.

 

   “Yes.” She replied

 

   “You’ve had sex with other women, right.” Continued Anastasia

 

   “Many times, why do you ask.”

 

   “Well I haven’t.”  Anastasia said.

 

   “Of course you have, have you already forgotten that massive orgasm Jennifer gave you with her tongue?”  Vanessa responded coolly.

 

   “I mean, I haven’t done anything to them.  I’ve never kissed a woman, or licked pussy.”

 

   “You will shortly dear.  Right now it appears that we are ready for dinner.  Look around and see if you can find something for our Lord to drink.”

 

   “I saw some beer in the ice box.”  Anastasia said.

 

   “Then he’s a beer drinker.  Get it out and pour him a glass, I’ll go wake him.”  Vanessa said disappearing around the curtain; as Anastasia set the beer glass on the table.

 

   A few moments later Vanessa returned and took up the kneeling position next to his chair.  Seeing this Anastasia quickly assumed the kneeling position too.  Baron VonHession stepped out and walked over next to the table.  Pulling the chair out he sat down and placed one hand each on the top of their heads.

 

   “The meal looks nice ladies.  Now won’t the two of you lovely creatures join me?” Baron VonHession said.

 

   “Yes, my Lord.” They both said in unison as they stood up and took a seat on either side.

 

   Dinner was very pleasant they ate and joked, discussed various things, and the Baron seemed most pleased.  Anastasia was amazed at how easy it truly was to have a good time and maintain her ‘slave etiquette’.  It was actually pretty simple, basic rules is what the Baron called them and they were basic.

 

   The meal progressed, and the Baron drank several glasses of beer.  Many times while in the middle of discussion, the Baron would reach under the table and stroke one of the girls’ legs briefly. 

 

   After dinner was over, Baron VonHession excused himself from the table to sit in his chair again.  Taking out his pipe, he packed and lit it.  The Baron continuously smoked the pipe, filling the air with the sweat aroma of tobacco as he watched the ladies clean the dishes and put things away.

 

   “Vanessa.”  Baron VonHession said.

 

   Quickly Vanessa ran to the Baron went to the kneeling position and said. “Yes, my Lord.”

 

   “I have a green slave in my castle that I was going to promote to blue.  But I’m thinking that I’m going to make you a blue slave, and place Anastasia and another under you.  Would you like that?”

 

   “Very much, my Lord.  Your slave would be delighted for the opportunity.” Vanessa replied with excitement in her voice.

 

   “Good, then it shall be.  I expect you to treat them good, and I expect you to teach Anastasia well.  She appears to be a little sex kitten just waiting to meow.  I want you to cultivate that, I want her to appreciate sex; I want her to have a hunger and thirst for it.  I want her to become the biggest slut in the castle fucking men and women alike, and I want her to do it eagerly.”  The Baron said.