Persian Slave (Rape and Sadism Adult Fiction)

The story takes place in ancient Persia 500 BC.

Deya was married at the age of nineteen, but she had never left her boudoir. Her father was very rich. He had three wives, four concubines, and many servants and daughters. All kinds of gossip about him were spread among his playmates and women.

Now, she was married to Baron Feruz, who was twenty years older than Deja. She was his only wife, and he also had three concubines. Becoming a formal wife means that she will be the mistress of the harem. Even if he marries again, the one who enters the palace first will always control the harem. As the second daughter of a subsequent wife, she was lucky to have a husband, as most girls would be given away by their father as concubines so that he could gain more political allies.

Feruz had been away from the Baron's mansion for three months. He took away two concubines and left only a stupid girl, Azu, at home. She was currently masturbating with a banana, which was a common occurrence in the harem. It is impossible for a man to satisfy all women, so bananas have become the most common masturbation tool for women who have lost their virginity. Virgins are only allowed to use their fingers because too long an insertion like a banana will break their hymen.

She would rather the banana was Feruz; she didn't like him holding his penis and thrusting it into her body, moving it back and forth. She had been told by her father in her boudoir that this would happen, and they taught her to get used to it and learn to enjoy it. But after this year, she still hasn't accepted it. Dea was considering having Azu serve her when a slave girl entered the room so that they could both be satisfied.

"Madam, a group of soldiers has arrived, and their captain has asked all the women in the harem to meet them in the living room. The head steward has also agreed to their request."

This is an unprecedented event. Generally speaking, strange men are not allowed to see the women in the harem. The butler was the most authoritative of all the slaves in the manor. Firouz once told Diya that she must obey the butler's orders in everything - even though she was a free person and he was just a slave.

"Tell them we'll be there soon and we need to change into clothes to meet our guests."

"You must go immediately. If I can't go back with you, the captain said he would send someone to drag you out."

Diya grabbed a veil with a look of doubt on her face and told Azu: "Take it and follow me." Then Diya, Azu and three other female servants from the harem followed the messenger to the reception room.

Deya could not contain her anger. How could anyone dare to give her orders except her husband? The harem was sacred and inviolable. This was a great insult to Baron Feruz.

The scene in the living room stunned her. More than twenty soldiers armed with spears, swords and shields surrounded two men and were checking their leather slave collars. One of them was the butler and the other was probably the foreman of the farm. One soldier turned to look at them, and another guy who was holding a sword but not a spear, probably their captain, said, "These sluts are finally here, why are they wearing veils? Take them off!"

Two soldiers stepped forward and tore off the coverings on Deya and Azu's heads. Deya shuddered in surprise; upper-class ladies never appeared in public without a veil.

"Stop it right now! How dare you touch me? My husband, Baron Feruz, will report your shameless behavior to His Majesty!"

"Baron Ferruz and your father are dead. They were convicted of treason! The emperor decrees that his estates will be confiscated, and all those associated with the traitors will be sold as slaves in the streets!"

"You are dressed too elegantly for a slave. Come, strip them and tie them up!"

The soldiers came over and tied Diya and Azu's hands behind their backs with ropes. Then their clothes were torn off, and soon they stood naked in front of the soldiers. Deya was crying with her face blushing. No man except Feruz had ever seen her naked body, but now, at least 20 men were staring at her with lustful eyes.

"What a beautiful big ass, perfect for sex and childbearing. The height of her breasts is just right for the man below to play with. She's even more suitable for being sent to a brothel!"

"But her hair is too long for a slave, and she needs a collar."

A soldier used a sword to cut off Dia's waist-length hair to her neck and put a leather collar on her. Only free ladies were allowed to have long hair and only slaves wore collars. Now, she had obviously become a complete slave.

"You are now a slave. You must call all men your masters and all women your mistresses! You no longer have a name - your master will decide what you are called. Do you understand?"

Azu bowed and said, "Yes, Master, the slave understands!"

Dia was still standing upright. She didn't lower her head. She couldn't believe what was happening. How could she be naked in public and wearing a slave collar? This must be a nightmare, she will wake up soon!

The captain signaled to the soldier behind Deya, who kicked her down and held her face close to the captain's feet.

"Kiss my feet and call me Master!"

She shook her head in despair, "Please... please stop! This must be a misunderstanding, I am not a slave, let me go!"

The soldiers watching laughed. It was going to be an interesting day.

"Butler, do you have a whip?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Bring it here, and call all the slaves in the manor to see how I punish this slut!"

Diya was dragged to the courtyard behind the house, and her hands and feet were tied between two pillars four feet apart, so that her young body would be exposed to everyone present. She cried, clearly aware of her naked body being exposed in front of everyone, but she still couldn't accept the fact of becoming a slave.

"Butler! Where's your whip?!"

"We often used a belt around the slave's waist to protect her kidneys, which was very painful but did not leave permanent scars. If the master was very angry, he could use a whip with the skin cut off, leaving scars on the slave so that she could never be sold on the market."

"Well, the spoils are not worth selling. We will use whips and belts to whip them twenty-four times!"

A thin leather belt tied a soft pad to the lower back of her body, covering only her kidneys but not her private parts. The whip was one inch wide, four feet long, and had a piece of lead sewn to the end to make it more powerful and easier to control when wielded. A strong soldier picked up a whip and came to her left.

Brush...Snap──!

"one"

“Ah… stop! Please stop!”

Brush... snap -

"two"

"Please, please don't!"

Brush... snap -

"three"

She collapsed, "Master please... please spare your slave! Please don't hit me anymore!"

"Ah, she finally understands that she is a slave. Now, we must punish this disobedient slave and start over again!"

Brush... snap -

"..."

Brush... snap -

"..."

The numbers kept counting relentlessly until the twelfth blow, when the whip was handed to another soldier, who stood to her right.

Brush... snap -

"Thirteen……"

…

Brush... snap -

"Twenty-four..."

A bucket of water was poured on her, and at this moment, she could only hang there with her limbs weakly and cry. The whipping was skillful, from her shoulders to the top of her jerkin and across her bottom. Of course, due to the length of the whip, the tip of the whip went around her body several times and hit her chest, lower abdomen, and pubic mound. The captain came up to her.

"How about it?"

"Master, I am a slave!"

"These soldiers are all free men. What do you call them?"

"They are all masters!"

"You must understand that you belong to the king. He can control your body at will. He can let these soldiers play with you. You cannot resist or complain about anything they do to you. When a soldier is done, you must clearly and loudly say 'Thank you, Master!' Do you understand?"

She choked up and replied, "Yes, Master, I understand."

He moved his hands to her face, then down, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples, then he ran his hands across her belly, between her bushes, until his fingers touched her labia. Two fingers quickly slid inside of her and pumped rapidly, rubbing her clit at the same time.

He pulled her head closer and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly, "Thank you, Master."

Brush... snap -

"It's not loud enough, try again!"

"Thank you, Master!"

Soon, the soldiers formed a long line. The officers and a few soldiers were relatively mild-mannered, but some of them were rude and eccentric. They spank her face and breasts with their hands, suck on her nipples, bite her breasts, or dig their fingers deep inside her, even pushing their fingers into her asshole. No matter what they did to her, she was not allowed to complain or resist. Even a moan of dissatisfaction would result in a whipping. She also had to express her gratitude to each man.

Each soldier was allowed to play with her twice, and when he finished he could line up at the end of the line or go out to eat and drink. When all the soldiers had enough fun, the slaves present could also line up to continue. The public humiliation lasted for hour after hour, and she was not allowed to rest and could only be fed water or food when she was weak. During this time, her bladder was full and she could only urinate amid the laughter of the crowd.

There was only one voice in her head: "God! I am innocent. I have not done anything bad. All this is blamed on Firouz. Dear Lord, please make them stop and please show some mercy to you, an innocent and poor woman." But God did nothing. The men continued to vent their pleasure on her suspended body. "How long will it be? Will they never stop?"

Before dusk, they finally ended the torture. Several buckets were thrown before her, and she was allowed to relieve herself, and then returned to the slave quarters to rest for an hour or two. Then she was taken to the dining room where the captain and the soldiers were having a banquet, and she and Azu were responsible for delivering wine and beer to each table. Two of them remained naked, while the other three slave girls who were responsible for delivering food were allowed to wear standard slave attire to cover their bodies above the knees. Only Deya and Azu were naked, and were groped by the soldiers. A-Zu would subconsciously shrink back when someone touched her breasts, but Diya had completely lost all shame.

The banquet was over, and the captain took A Zu away. The older officer ordered the three female slaves to take off their clothes and dance with the men, and they obeyed without hesitation. He then left the room with one girl as well and allowed the other two girls to go back and rest.

Deya tiredly wanted to go back to the room with them, but was dragged back. "Oh no you can't, we need you for something else. Lie flat on your back with your arms and legs spread."

"Please! Please don't...don't torture me anymore. I've already done so much, do you still want to continue raping me?"

A soldier rushed forward, whipped her hard on the face and chest, pushed her down on the table, and spanked her buttocks hard.

"You forgot to say 'master'. You don't understand that you are a slave. Only a free woman can say rape. A slave belongs to her master, and he can do anything with your body. The monarch owns you, and he gave you to us as a tool for our pleasure!"

"Lie flat on your back and spread your arms and legs. We hope you will be a good horse when we ride you. If your performance is not satisfactory to us, we will teach you with the whip until you learn it."

She lay down with her arms and legs spread out. She didn't know how many people would come to have sex with her, or maybe all of them?

The first man climbed onto her body, while the others watched and called out.

"Hold him tight with your arms and legs, let him fuck you, give him a long kiss, shake your ass!"

He continued to thrust in and out of her, and she didn't understand what to do. When Firouz was doing it, she was just passively accepting it, but they asked her to respond. The man on her quickly ejaculated his seed into her body and turned over. Two soldiers came up and grabbed her arms, and the third came up and whipped her breasts with a belt.

"Slut! You've been so quiet, shake your ass like a good horse!"

Another one climbed on top of her, and he still wasn't satisfied. This time, her legs were lifted up and the belt was hit on her labia.

Her abused labia felt painful when the third man penetrated her, but she controlled herself to satisfy him. One man after another, she could only rest when they pushed and undressed her. Her vagina had already become dirty, and they wiped it with their underwear and stuffed it into her mouth. They couldn't let the semen go to waste.

A very heavy man entered her already bruised inner passage again. She was breathing rapidly and could not remember whether all the men had released their semen or if they would come a few more times. In short, it lasted for a long, long time until no man came to her again.

"Get down on your knees and put your head on the floor. We have another hole to play with."

Two men came forward and grabbed her ankles, another pressed her head to the floor, and the other hand lifted her abdomen, exposing her anus to the air.

Deya's mind was completely confused. She had never heard of this position. A pair of hands spread her buttocks and stretched her anus. A penis was inserted along the fingers and then pulled deep. She screamed in pain amid the soldiers' laughter. She couldn't believe that someone would do such a dirty thing. Soon, the hot semen was injected into it, and then another penis was used. Anal sex continued again and again until her screams turned into whimpers and helpless pleas, but all she got was a whipping on her buttocks, "You forgot to say Master!" The most effective plea was to ask several soldiers to use vaginal sex instead of anal sex to relieve their sexual desire.

The soldiers were finally too tired to stop the game, allowing her to catch her breath. She was too weak to even cry, and the only thing she could do was close her eyes and pray that this torture would end soon.

"Get on your knees and open your mouth."

A hand grabbed her hair and she saw a penis in front of her. She knew this. Firouz had never done such a thing, but women in her father's harem had talked about it. But this penis was too dirty, it was covered with men's semen and her own shit, but she had no ability to resist. She went forward and began to lick it clean, and put it in her mouth, sucking it with her lips until he ejaculated into it.

One penis after another, and she was only allowed to stop just before dawn. They gave her some bread and water, tied her hands behind her back again, and took her to the front yard to watch the slave traders take Azu and the other slave girls away. All were dressed as slaves, with their hands tied behind their backs and connected by a hemp rope passed through their leather collars.

Deya wondered why she didn't go with them. She heard the captain and an officer say, "I and half of the soldiers will stay here and wait for the new buyer. You and the other half will take this bitch to the street market for a public auction. After you sell it, report back to the barracks."

"She must remain naked until her new master gives her clothes. Once in the city, try to take the longest route possible. The emperor wants her to be seen by everyone."

Her brain refused to believe what she heard. Even slaves wore something in public. Only criminals were paraded naked through the streets. A murderer goes to the gallows, or a thief is sent to have his hands cut off, to bring shame upon them in the public eye, and what did she do? Besides, her body was covered with bruises and scars, and there were countless dried male semens on her vagina, buttocks, and between her legs. The whole town would know what had happened to her.

However, she had no choice; the rope on her collar and the spear point behind her urged her to walk at the front of the team. After parading for several hours, the soldiers began to rest and eat. When a soldier fed her bread and water, she gave the soldier a blowjob to express her gratitude.

Soon, the slave market opened, and all the slaves, both men and women, lined up naked on the stage, with their hands on their heads and their legs spread apart, maintaining this position for inspection by the buyers.

Deya hopes to be bought as a house slave. She knows that a large harem must have many boys, and these boys must leave the harem after the age of eight. However, the manor is full of adolescent boys, which is a big problem. The solution is to let them choose one they like from the house slaves. For them, the work is the most common work such as mopping the floor, making the bed and delivering food. But others came to buy female slaves for brothels. She prayed that she could become a house slave, or at worst a field slave.

The auction began, and the first slave stepped onto the selling floor. The auctioneer grabbed the slave and pulled him toward him, giving his standard speech.

"Middle-aged male, former scribe, can read, write, and keep accounts. Gambler and drunkard. Sold by creditors."

The next one is a strong man.

"Young man, construction worker. He was drunk and caused trouble three times, and beat up the night watchman. He was auctioned by the sheriff."

The next one was a slave girl.

"A middle-aged woman who had always been a slave. An orphan captured during the war. She is a good cook. She will be auctioned as an inheritance."

Next up is Deya. The auctioneer grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, exposing her entire body. He leaned around behind her and parted her labia. The auctioneer thrust the handle of the whip into her. She was forced to face the buyers, her hands were pulled behind her and her legs were spread apart.

"A young woman, once the wife of Baron Feruz. The baron was sentenced to death for treason and enslaved by the emperor himself."

Private buyers were frightened by the prospect of being personally sentenced to slavery by the emperor. Who would be willing to take the risk of causing the emperor's displeasure and take her home? But the brothel's buyers were very interested, perhaps becoming a prostitute would please the Emperor. Soon, she was bought by the most famous brothel in the city.

The brothel was part of an inn and also sold food and drinks. Deya was taught how to do erotic dances to the beat of drums, and when she wasn't performing, she served drinks to each table and guests were allowed to touch her as they pleased. But if someone wants to rent it for the night, they have to negotiate the price with the brothel manager. He was a manager who believed in violence, and if she didn't dance well or the guests were not satisfied, she would stand on the stage wearing only her shoes and be whipped in public. This happens all the time to make bloggers laugh and to bring in new guests from the street.

After a lot of services, she became pregnant. Even though it was difficult to serve the guests face to face, she would still be asked to do the doggy style and let the guests fuck her from behind. There was also a new item where guests could buy another new drink - clean and fresh human milk.

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