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Musi's Whipping
by Slave to Magick (magiker@gmail.com)
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A beautiful slave girl insults a warrior's free
companion and gets her punishment. (MF, nc, bd, anal,
mc, sci-fi)
***
Author's Note: This is a fanfiction written in John
Norman's "Gor" setting. I do not own the setting or
make any claim to. I am just a fan who has written
this fanfiction for fun. I make no claims of any kind
and are not trying to infringe on anyone's copyright.)
***
Rades was born into a family all belonging to the
Builders cast, there had never been any question that
he too would join the ranks of the same cast one day,
and he had. Rades was skilled as few with a knife,
wood came to life under his skilled hands, he knew how
to use the natural colorings in the wood to make birds
and flowers and expansive battle scenes stand out and
look almost ready to move, in fact the builder was so
skilled that his work as in demand all over the city,
and sometimes outside of it to. Most of the time the
builder worked alone, but last year he had found Musi
at a low ranking slave auction.
The girl had sat on her kennel floor carving a piece
of wood she had found someplace into a beautiful
flowery bracelet with a sharp stone. Rades was
fascinated, if the girl could do this kind of work
with just a rock and some driftwood, imagine what she
could do with real tools. So the builder bought the
young slave girl, not that she cost him much, a
barbarian girl who had never properly surrendered, and
who lacked the beauty to make it worth it for most men
to tame her.
Not that Musi was not beautiful, her hair was a pale,
dusty brown, her eyes was pale amber and her skin was
the color of bosk milk, in fact the girl was quite
handsome, but compared to the looks of most of the
women taken from Earth to be the slaves of Gorean men
Musi was nothing special, and the angry, defiant look
in the slave's eyes turned most men off from any
desire to buy her. Rades however had won both Musi's
trust and respect, and he was glad he had paid the few
coins it had cost him to buy her.
This day had been like so many other days in Rades
life, he had worked on a chair from a rich Physician's
home with Musi assisting him. After they had finished
their work for the day Rades had been hungry for both
food and company and had left his workshop with his
slave in two and gone to one of Ar's many taverns,
there he was spent several hours eating, drinking and
playing kaissa with some other men.
His attention had drifted from Musi and what she was
doing, after all for most of the evening she had just
been sitting quietly by his feet. It was then that
Rades heard a shout. Looking around reflexively he saw
that Musi was gone from her place at his feet,
thinking back he now remembered that he had sent his
slave to get him another mug of drink, apparently she
had also managed to get herself into trouble as Rades
eyes found the kajira when they went to the source of
the disturbance.
A man in the red robes of a warrior stood there with
his sword drawn and pointed and Musi, behind him, on
the floor sat what must be his free companion or other
female relative wrapped in her covering clothes,
nursing a bruised arm. Rades uttered a few curses
before he stood and marched over to the scene.
"What in the name of the Priest Kings are going on
here?"
The builder demanded sharply, making the man with the
sword turn his attention away from Musi and over to
the rather large man addressing him.
"Is this beast your slave?"
The warrior asked with contempt in his voice. Rades
nodded.
"She is, now what is going on?"
The warrior glanced from Rades to the tavern keeper to
the various other guests who was not too eager to see
violence in this place and sheeted his sword and
instead bent down to help his woman up from the floor
and into a chair, his eyes however burned with no less
anger.
"Your slave hit my companion. I should kill her for
such an offense, but since you are here I would rather
discuss the matter as civilized men."
Rades glanced at Musi, had the slave gone mad? One
thing was her feisty defiance, but striking a free
woman, if that was true Rades could not save the girl,
no matter how much he cared for her. Musi however took
the look Rades sent her as an invitation to explain
herself, even if in reality the least desirable thing
for the girl to do now was speak.
"I was walking back with your drink Master, when this
Master asked me to bring him a mug to, which I did. He
asked me a few questions when I came back with what he
asked for, my name as such things, then suddenly out
of the blue the Mistress hit me, claiming that I was
staring at her and now showing her enough respect.
First I tried to apologize, but then she only hit me
again, when she tried to hit me the third time I
blocked her arm and pushed her away."
Rades sigh, it would be like Musi to do something like
that, the girl had never accepted her slavery, never
accepted the right of any free to treat her in any way
he or she wanted, yes she would have seen the free
woman's action as an attack and had defended herself,
being strong for a female Musi would have had no
problems with blocking the free woman's strike and
overpowering her. The question now was how to get Musi
out of this situation alive. Yes the slave had acted
in an unacceptable manner, but Rades did not wish to
lose a good slave just because a free woman had felt
jealous over her companion's attention drifting to a
pretty young kajira.
"I am deeply sorry Sir, my slave is not yet properly
trained. I hope no harm came to the Lady."
Rades said glancing at the robe covered free woman and
then back to the warrior.
"If the beast is not trained she should not be out
among people!"
Snapped the free woman, her voice hard but melodious.
"Peace Madannha, I will handle this."
The warrior said to his free companion before he
turned back to Rades.
"Madannah is not wounded, I however agree with her, if
your slave is so wild she should not be allowed to
wander around civilized people. And besides, while I
hear on her accent that she is from Earth, her Gorean
is perfect, she cannot be so new to her collar."
Rades nods slowly.
"She is not, but she has been hard to train."
The warrior glances at Musi.
"If she is so defiant perhaps it would be better to
kill her then, or sell her to a leather worker's
apprentice who needs cheap slave meat to practice
branding on."
Rades smiles slightly.
"Perhaps Sir, but I like a challenge. But you are
right, I should not have taken her out without closer
supervision. I deeply regret the insult which have
befallen you and your Lady, I will pay for any damages
and if you desire the slave dead then I will not stand
in the way of you killing her. But I would strongly
prefer that we found some other solution as the girl
is quite useful to me in my work."
The warrior gave a smile for the first time and
slapped Rades on the back.
"You like a challenge eh, good man, good. I have no
desire to kill this little beast, however I cannot let
her insult to my fair Lady go unpunished."
Rades breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to Musi he
said, "Slave, strip and assume the punishment
position!"
The Rades relief Musi obeyed without any protest, the
girl probably understood how narrowly she had escaped
with her life. Quickly she slipped out of her slave
tunic and knelt on the dirty tavern floor, then she
swept her long hair out of the way and lean forward,
her arms trucked before her. Musi slightly shivered as
she knelt there ready to receive punishment.
The warrior pulled a snake whip from his belt. Rades
had to force down a shiver, unlike the traditional
Gorean slave whip a snake could strip flesh from bone
and left horrible scars, but he guessed it was better
than death for Musi, Rades only hoped the warrior had
been sincere in not wanting to kill the small slave
girl.
The first strike landed on Musi's milk while skin
leaving an angry, red stripe in its wake. Musi
screamed in agony. Again and again the whip fell over
the young slave's naked skin. Eventually Rades had to
pull the girl up and bind her arms and legs to a table
as the young creature was not able to stay in the
punishment position under this onslaught. Lucky the
warrior was good with the whip and while the leather
now and again broke Musi's skin, it did not create the
deep, horrid wounds which the weapon was capable off.
Musi screamed for a while but then she just sort of
collapsed over the table she was bound to and only
whimpered softly. After about 20 strokes of the snake
the warrior stepped back. Rades knew that he was
expected to punish Musi as well so he picked a five
bladed slave whip of the wall of the tavern. He did
not trust himself with a snake, and the slave whip was
there for any patron to use to discipline his own, or
the tavern owned girls. Rades swung his whip and as it
hit Musi, her skin already sore from the previous
beating the girl screamed again.
Rades let thirty lashes dance across his young slave's
back, thirty hard, unforgiving lashes. By the time
they were over Musi had stopped making sounds. Her
eyes dripped tears and she was shaking, but she made
no sound. Rades wanted to gently pet her hair and tell
her it was over now, but he could not, not yet, she
had struck a free woman, most slaves would be killed
for such an offense. Musi's punishment was not quite
done yet.
Rades turned to the gathered patrons who had been
watching the whipping with interest, most of the men
here had felt their lust ignite at the sight of a
woman whipped and forced to submission.
"If any of you desire this slave, you are welcome to
have her, she needs to learn her place, and I think
that service to men might teach her just that."
Rades said before he turned to the warrior and his
companion.
"Are you satisfied Sir, have my slave paid enough for
the insult done to your Lady."
The warrior nods solemnly.
"That she has, that she had, now come, sit with us and
have a mug to drink, let us see who might desire to
use your amber eyed beast."
Rades nods and gave a slight bow of respect to Lady
Madannha before he sat down and motioned for one of
the tavern girls to bring him a mug.
As it turned out more than one man wanted to use Musi,
more tears welled up in her eyes and her cheeks burned
with shame as man after man took advantage of her
prone position bent over a table as she was to impale
her and have his way with her, soon her female opening
was dripping with male juices. Rades felt his own
manhood swell at the sight of his slave so used. When
the other men in the tavern were done, Radhes himself
stood and walked up behind Musi.
Her sex was dripping with semen so Rades decided to
use her ass instead. Anal sex was not common on Gor,
but this was a punishment and Rades found it to be
fitting. Quickly he freed his manhood from his pants
and presses the tip of his penis against the small
rose of Musi's ass. Musi whimpered softly as Rades
applied pressure and forced his manhood deep into his
slave's bowels.
"It hurts Master."
Musi whispered. Rades however ignored his slave and
begun to forcefully fuck her. Musi's whimpers grew
into screams as she shuddered against the table. Rades
rode his slave harshly until he finally came in an
explosion of cum inside his little slave's ass. Slowly
he pulled out and sigh. It was over. Musi's punishment
was finished.
Rades had carried Musi back to his home, a small house
near the center of the city. Awkwardly Musi had washed
in cold water from the well and had then collapsed
onto her cot. Rades now stood in the doorway to the
small storage room he had made into her kennel. Slowly
he walked into the room until he could sit by his
sleeping slave's side. She had been crying, Rades
could see wet lines on her face. Carefully he stroked
her hair with his hand.
"Relax little slave, it is over now, your back will
heal, you will be fine. And if you would just accept
your position then things like this would not happen."
But Rades knew that even this harsh punishment would
not have quenched the bright fire of rebellion which
lived in Musi's heart. Rades got up and left Musi's
kennel.
"Sleep well my slave," he whispered before he left
her.
"Sleep well."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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