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The Runaway's Punishment
by Slave To Magick (magiker@gmail.com)
***
On the planet Gor a runaway kajira is finally caught and
punished, lucky for her though a free man take mercy on
her and decide to help her through the ordeal. (MF, nc,
rp, oral, anal, bd, tor, sci-fi, ws)
***
Author's Note: This story is a fanfiction set in the Gor
world. I have no rights to this setting and this text is
just written for fun. All honor to John Norman who
actually own the Gor setting.
***
Miran smiled as he watched his female opponent move her
Kaissa piece, Mudira's fingers elegantly manipulated the
yellow stone figurine representing her Tarnsman and
placed in perfect position to capture Miran's Initiate,
or Rune Priest as the piece was known in his native
North.
"You play well woman."
The Northerner muttered approvingly as he begun to stuff
his bosk bone pipe.
"My father taught me."
The dark haired beauty opposite the table from him
replied then the expression in her large eyes grew
distant and she looked down at the table.
"Your move."
Mudira never spoke of her past, Miran did not even know
where the small magician was from, though from her
accent he could guess she had grown up in the area
around Ar. Miran sigh as he moved his Ubara or Jarl's
Woman, Mudira was exactly the kind of female he should
not be attracted to, a low caste street entertainer with
a bad past, but no matter how much his reason told him
to walk away, his heart pulled him towards the
mysterious young magician.
"Will you ever tell me about him Mudira? Your father?"
The Tarnsman asked as he gave his dark haired friend a
half glance.
"I mean I have known you for some time now... I have
courted you for some time now, do you not think I
deserve to know about my future free companion's
family?"
Miran had intended the question as a good way to bring
up the subject of potential companionship in the future
but Mudira's eyes filled with shock and something akin
to pain as she looked up from the carved, stone, game
pieced and met the warrior's gaze.
"M-me Miran? You want to offer me companionship? But you
are a high cast noble and I am nothing but a lowly
street entertainer, I-I..."
Mudira stuttered and Miran grinned slightly and closed
his fingers around the magician's much smaller hand.
"So you do not fancy me then My Lady? A companionship
with me would not please you?"
Miran spoke the words as if in jest but inside his heart
trembled in fear for what the magician women would
answer. Mudira leaned a little closer and put her other
hand on top of the Tarnsman's rough fingers and looked
deeply into his eyes before she lowered her eyes and
blushed.
"Nothing would please it more... my love..."
The street entertainer's voice trembled.
"But I am not worthy, you should be companioned to a
lady from a great house, not an outcast like me who
perform tricks and read fortunes on streets and taverns
to earn coin to buy enough food to fill my belly... and
besides... besides I have scars, I am not beautiful..."
Miran reached out with one of his large hands and placed
his index finger under Mudira's delicate chin and lifted
her head until his blue eyes met her dark brown.
"My father is dead and I have no other family my love, I
might be of a high caste but I am not a nobleman, I can
choose my woman as I please..."
The Tarnsman said then he sigh, he suspected it was
these scars Mudira spoke of which was the problem and
not her linage, women were known to be vein. Miran had
off course not seen any scars, the magician did not
cover her face, many females of low castes went without
a face veil, but the rest of her slender body was draped
in brown and gold embroidered white robes, a free woman
would not go around and show off her body, but in either
case the marks surly was not as bad as Mudira seemed to
believe.
"As for scars, I do not care my love, your face is
beautiful, your eyes are passionate, what more could a
man want from the woman he loves. Nothing stand in our
way, if you will it, we can become free companions and
live the years together."
Mudira looked into the Tarnman's eyes as if she was
hypnotized and just could not bare to look away, then
one, glittering tear rolled down her milk white cheek
and she suddenly stood.
"Forgive me, I have to go."
The street entertainer muttered in a shaken voice and
then she all but ran out of the room.
***
Two days had passed since Miran had broached the subject
of companionship with Mudira and for two days the
magician had avoided her suitor, going so far as to pack
up and move her show to another street when she saw the
Tarnsman coming towards her. Miran wonder what he had
said which had upset the small street performer so, one
early spring evening, however he ended up getting more
answers than he would have liked.
Miran was on his way back to the tavern he had rented a
room in when he heard a commotion coming from a nearby
market square and deciding it was too early for dinner
just yet the large Northerner decided to go and have a
look at what the fuss was all about. In the middle of a
group of shouting onlookers stood a tall, thin man who
spoke with a heavy English accent indicating he had once
lived on Earth.
On the ground beside the former barbarian, much to
Miran's shock, sat Mudira, a red mark forming on her
milky cheek indicating that the barbarian had hit her.
Miran did not wait to see more, no one put a hand on his
woman and lived to tell the tale, with a roar of rage he
unsheltered his father's sword and all but leaped
through the crowd to come to the magician's defense.
"Hey you, leave that woman alone!"
Miran demanded as he pointed the tip of his sword at the
Earthman's heart.
"How dare you hit a free woman!"
The tall, thin stranger turned his face to coldly regard
Miran, the weapon pointing directly at his heart might
as well not have been there.
"Simply Sir, I dare because this wench is not a free
woman, she is a runnaway slave and I have been tasked
with hunting her down and giving her a sound punishment
to prevent others from repeating her sins. My name is
Joseph Ullman, formerly of Earth, now of the Caste of
Slavers."
Miran's eyes became thin slits of anger.
"You will not sully the Lady Mudira's repetition in such
a manner, you have the wrong woman, now apologize and
leave before I take your head!"
The Earthman gave a dry laugh at the threats leveled at
his person before he reached into his embroidered west
and brought out some official looking papers.
"Here is my authorization to hunt this woman down, and
this is her papers of ownership."
The tall man explained but Miran was not placated but
scribbles on parchment.
"I am telling you man, you have the wrong woman, this is
the Lady Mudira of Ar a honorable member of the Magician
Caste, there is no way she could be a runaway kajira."
The slave hunter was about to respond when Mudira slowly
rose to her feet and with a small, frightened voice
said.
"Please Miran, my love, do not spill blood, the words
this man speak is true, I-I... am a runaway slave."
***
The crowd began to shout and scream, demanding that
Mudira be punished for having the gall to pretend to be
free, for Miran however it was as if every sound died
and the world went completely still, Mudira... his
Mudira... a slave? No it could not be!
"Mudira... my love... I..."
The Tarnman begun then he gasped as the Magician slowly
begun to undo the clasps and laces of her robes of
concealment, like a snake shedding it's skin the fabric
fell of her slender body and there before Miran and the
crowd Mudira stood completely naked. The Northerner
could feel tears begin to roll down his rough cheeks,
his beloved had not lied when she said she was scarred,
all over her body the Magician's fair skin was pock
marked with burns and scars and on her upper left thigh,
the kef brand, marking her a kajira.
"H-how, why would you keep this from me Mudira?"
The Tarnsman asked with sadness in his voice. The
runaway looked down shamefully and whispered.
"I was afraid Miran, so afraid that I would be
discovered and sent back."
Mudira slowly sank down to her knees and begun to sob.
"Is this why you would not accept my offer of
Companionship, you feared I would discover that you are
nothing but a slave?"
Miran asked and he did not know if he was angry that he
had been lied to or relieved that his beloved's
reluctance was not due to a lack of love.
"Yes, you do not know how much I desire to be with you
my love, but I was a coward."
Mudira wept and the Tarnman sigh before he walked over
to the woman he loved and pulled her naked form into his
arms.
"Tell me my love, tell me your story, there is no need
to hide anymore."
The slave shuddered as she wept but then in a weak voice
she begun to speak.
"I was born to wealthy Merchant and his companion, but
my father was a gambler and he lost everything playing
dice, eventually he had nothing of value left to pay
what he owed with, nothing but me. I remember my
mother's tears as the slavers came for me, but my father
reassured me, he told me I was beautiful so most likely
I would live a comfortable life as someone's treasured
property... that was not to be my fate."
Mudira said and sigh as fresh tears ran down her cheeks
and dripped down onto her skinny chest.
"I was sold from man to man, somewhere kind, some I grew
to love, but then I was sold to a Metal Worker with a
cruel streak. For fifty years I served Master Kilas, he
was kind enough most of the time, but when he had to
much drink he grew violent and took that rage out on
me."
The Magician's voice grew more and more distant and sad
as she spoke and Miran hugged her tighter, slaves on Gor
where property, their owners could do with them as they
pleased. Most Gorean men highly prized their beautiful,
feminine slaves and bondmaids usually lived easy,
protected lives, but when you had a bad seed there was
nothing in the laws or codes to protect a poor slave
girl from being abused by her Master.
"I endured my Master's abused and tried my best to serve
him well despite what he did to me, but my loyalty was
poorly rewarded, when my owner took and apprentice he
gave me to him, as a training canvas for branding."
Mudira's legs gave way under her as she got to this
point of her tale and Miran had to hold the girl up,
this explained allot, the Magician's irrational fear of
fire, the gruesome scars on her body. It was a cruel but
necessary part of a young Metal Worker's training, he
would need the skills to brand girls beautifully and so
each Metal Worker apprentice would get a cheap girl or
two and brand her over and over until he knew how to
perfectly mark female flesh.
"It must have been gruesome my love, but sometimes a
slave's lot is cruel."
Miran whispered in a comforting tone of voice.
"Was it from this Metal Worker apprentice you ran?"
Mudira shook her head as she sobbed into the Tarnsman's
shoulder.
"No, eventually I was so broken down from the constant
pain and torture that I was close to death, Master Kilas
sold me to some miners...I was taken away to my death,
to be worked in the mines until I collapsed it was from
them that I ran. I managed to steal a free woman's robes
and got away."
Miran sigh and nods.
"I understand..."
The Tarnsman whispered under his breath.
"I understand."
Miran turned to the slave hunter and fixed Jacob with
his blue stare.
"I will buy her, that should solve your problem would it
not, I am sure your employer would rather have coin than
a rebellious slut."
Ullman shook his head.
"Forgive me Sir but that will not be satisfactory, my
employer does not care about the cost of this wench, he
want to make sure she is punished to deter others from
trying to escape from their rightful Masters."
Miran sigh and nods, runaway slaves where always
punished harshly and the Tarnman understood the reason
why such a practice would be needed.
"What are you going to do to her Ullman?"
Miran said and Jacob took a long, rope like, object from
the packs at his feet.
"The wench will be beaten with a snake and branded as a
runaway."
Miran sigh, that slaves where whipped where a common
occurrence, it was needed to keep the wenches in line,
usually however either the five bladed Gorean slave whip
was used, or a belt, a snake whip however was more a
weapon than a tool of punishment, it cut flesh and could
easily kill. Miran looked down at the weeping woman in
his arms, by the Priest Kings he loved her, free or
slave and he could not bear the thought of losing her.
"I understand the need to punish her Ullman, however I
will handle her punishment, and once it is done you will
take my coin back to her former owner, she is mine now."
The Tarnsman's blue eyes burned into the slaver's gray
and eventually the Earthmen nodded.
"Very well, one hundred lashes..." Jacob said as he
tossed the snake whip he was holding to the tall warrior
who easily caught it.
Miran had to fight to keep his raging emotions in check,
yes he understood that a runaway slave needed to be
punished but this was Mudira, his Mudira, and one
hundred lashed with a snake whip, that could easily kill
the frail looking woman.
"I have to do this my beloved, please live for me."
The Tarnsman whispered to the shivering girl in his
arms, before he begun to lead her towards the center of
the market square where there stood a whipping post.
"Please Miran... please do not do this."
Mudira sobbed and the Tarnsman sigh, he had to make his
heart like steel to be able to do what he had to here
today.
"You are a slave my love, address me properly, now I
have to obey the laws, but when this is done I will take
care of you, all will be well, you just have to be brave
for me... can you do that Mudira? Be brave for me?"
The Magician shivered, her body shook with sobs but she
did manage to mutter.
"I-I... will try Master."
The old Tarnsman quickly bound the runaway's wrists to
the whipping post then he planted a loving kiss on the
top of her dark head.
"You will live my love, you will survive for me."
Miran whispered then he stepped back and blinked the
tears out of his blue eyes. Around him the crowd was
cheering, they were eager to see the runaway bleed, and
bleed she would. The Tarnsman lifted the whip and
snapped it in the air to test the balance, the slave
girl whimpered as she heard the whip crack. Miran
nodded, he was ready.
"I am going to begin now Mudira, remember to breathe and
try to stay calm and remember that when this is over I
will not abandon you."
The street performer cried and begged for mercy but
Miran steeled his heart against her pleas as he drew his
arm back and then swung the whip. Mudira screamed as the
thin rope of leather landed on her back and raised a
red, angry wealth across her shoulders. The second
strike opened a deep cut that oozed blood, the third
sliced into the small of Mudira's slender back.
Again and again the whip danced over the runaway's back
and every time the whip landed the slave girl screamed.
Miran felt each scream his beloved uttered as a knife in
his heart, but he had no choice, a runaway slave had to
be punished and he could only pray that the girl would
survive this ordeal.
***
When fifty lashes had landed the slave's back looked as
red as a velvet cape, there was so many cuts that the
bruises could not be seen as they where covered with
blood and Miran had begun to aim for the fragile woman's
butt cheeks and tights to spread the strikes out and
increase the chance that the runaway would survive. The
Tarnsman flicked the whip to shake blood from it then he
walked over to Mudira and gently stroked her hair with
his hand.
"Shh my love, we are halfway done, it will all be over
soon."
Miran was not sure if the screaming, weeping girl could
understand his words in the middle of his misery, but he
hoped that he was able to at least offer her a bit of
comfort. The Tarnsman went to the nearby well and filled
a wooded cup with fresh, cold water and then walked back
to the bound slave and pressed the cup to her dry and
shaking lips.
"Drink girl."
Miran whispered and when the slave only continued to beg
and scream he sigh and stroked her hair again.
"You need to drink or you will die my love, please for
me."
The Tarnsman whispered and slowly, so very slowly the
slave girl opened her lips and gulped down a little
water.
"Good girl, shh, my brave girl all will soon be better."
Miran whispered before he kissed his beloved on the
forehead before he went behind her again to continue the
punishment.
The last fifty whip strokes was not any easier than the
first, Mudira just hung from her restraints now, shaking
in pain and moaning and it worried Miran just how weak
the girl was getting. By the time the one hundred lashes
had been delivered Mudira was barely conscious, she was
only whimpering and muttering incoherently, completely
lost in her suffering, but she was alive. Miran tossed
the bloody whip to Ullman and growled.
"Let us get on with it then, you wanted her branded?"
Jacob nodded.
"Yes with a punishment brand to let everyone see she is
a runaway, bring her!"
Miran nodded darkly before he went to his beloved's side
and used his belt knife to cut the ropes that held her
wrists. Mudira was not able to stand and she just fell
into her new Master's arms like a sack of grain. Miran
silently prayed that the runway would remain in a daze
though the second part of her punishment, with her fear
of fire she really did not need to feel a hot iron mark
her skin one more time.
The Tarnsman scooped the fragile looking slave girl into
his arms and carried her beaten and bleeding body
through the streets as he followed the slave hunter
towards a Metal Worker's shop.
"Mark her face."
Ordered Ullman as the Tarnsman put the wounded slave
girl down on the workshop's floor.
"Hum, the face, then it is better if you two hold her
than to restrain her with straps."
"The large Metal Worker who Ullman probably had a prior
arrangement with said and Miran nodded, he would rather
hold his wounded property than bind her right now.
"I readied the brand for you Jacob as soon as I heard
you where ready to apprehend your runaway."
The Metal Worker continued and confirmed Miran's
suspicious.
"It is hot and ready to go."
The Tarnsman placed Mudira so that he could lean her
left cheek against his tight and then hold her head with
both his arms. The slave girl was beginning to wake from
her daze now so Miran snapped.
"Hurry man, get it over with!"
The Metal Worker did not hesitate, with trained
movements he removed a glowing red brand from the coals
and then pressed it quickly against Mudira's pale cheek.
The slave let out a scream that made the windows
clatter, and she fought against the hands holding her
with utter desperation.
"Calm my love, calm, shhh soon over... soon over."
Miran whispered as the Metal Worker removed the brand
and revealed a angry, red symbol burned into Mudira's
pretty face, a symbol that forever marked her as a
runaway slave. The street entertainer continued
screaming, her shriek crew hoarse and still she screamed
and then finally she collapsed against her Master's
thigh and fainted.
"Are we done now?"
Miran asked the slave hunter as he cradled the
unconscious Mudira in his arms. Ullman shook his head.
"Not quite yet, the useless slut have to be shown her
place."
Miran glanced angrily at Jacob.
"I think she have gotten the message."
Ullman shrugged.
"That is not up to you, bring her, it is time the slave
men in this city get some entertainment."
Miran growled but he did as ordered and lifted the
unconscious slave and carried her back to the market
square where Jacob addressed the crowd.
"Men, this wench dared to run from her Master, she have
been beaten and marked, but her hubris need to be cured,
this whore is not good enough for free men's cocks, but
allow your slaves to use her to show her that she now is
worth less than the dirt under my booths."
Many of the men in the gathered crowds grinned at this
and urged their male slaves forward. Miran sigh he put
Mudira on the ground and using a short, leather strap
bound her thin wrists together, he hoped this was the
last of the punishments that Ullman had planned for the
Magician for there was only so much the fragile, young
slave could take.
Gorean men love sex, it is a natural part of their
lives, it is no less natural for enslaved men, but they
generally have less chance to express their desires so
the property who now eagerly gathered around Mudira had
probably not left their seed in a woman in years. The
first slave man took a hold of the Magician's hips and
buried himself in her cunt, a second slave begun to fuck
her limp mouth.
Under the onslaught of the two cocks pounding her Mudira
woke up and she begun to whimper in fear and pain. The
slave who was pleasing himself in the Magician's cunt
grunted as he came and another took his place. Mudira
was fucked in her cunt, her ass and her throat, some of
the slave men where kind but most just wanted a warm
hole to dump sperm in.
By the time the ordeal ended over fifty slave men had
fucked Mudira in every hole and the girl was covered in
sticky slave cum which oozed out of every one of her sex
holes. Mudira was making tiny, sore sounds and there was
a look of terror and hopelessness in her dark eyes.
Ullman grinned, he pulled his manhood out of his
trousers and aimed it at the suffering slave girl.
"Well then the cunt is yours. I will have the paperwork
written up by a scribe and we can meet tomorrow and take
care of business."
The slave hunter said before he urinated on Mudira, as
piss hit her whipped back the slave girl let out a weak
scream before she went back to her sore mewling. Miran
glared daggers at Ullman but he nodded.
"As you will."
He said and then he waited for the slave hunter to leave
before he picked his new property up and carried back to
her tavern room.
***
Mudira was a mess, blood and semen covered her from to
to toe. Miran had gotten one of the tavern wenches to
bring him some fresh wash cloths and a bowl of warm
water and now he sat patiently whipping blood and grime
off the whimpering Magician's body while he whispered
sweet nothings to console her.
"There now, all will be well. Let us just clean you up,
I have sent for a physician who will come and help you.
Oh Mudira you are mine now, I know others have
mistreated you, but I will make you my love slave and
spoil you."
The former Magician coughed slightly and whimpered, she
twisted her bound hands pitifully and Miran realized
that the ropes probably reminded her of her ordeal.
"Here, I will help you."
The Tarnman said as he undid the knots holding the ropes
and then released the girl's hands.
"Be calm Mudira my love, your hands are free now, see
move them a little... there... better now?"
Miran cooed and the street entertainer nodded weakly.
Slowly as Miran washed the slave girl and whispered
comforting words to her Mudira calmed down, tears still
streamed down her face but the sobs stopped.
"B-but Master... how can you love me, I am ugly and
scarred... like that man said, I am only good for slave
men to fuck."
Mudira said in a whimpering, weak voice. Miran bent down
to kiss the girl on her forehead.
"You are beautiful in my eyes Mudira," the Tarnsman
said. "And let me show you just how desirable I think
you are."
Miran slowly turned the slave girl so she lay on her
side then he gently lay down behind her and released his
manhood from his loincloth.
"This will hurt a little my love, but it will be the
last painful thing that will happen to you, and I do
this just to show how much I desire you, scars and all."
Miran maneuvered his cock to Mudira's well used and
bruised anal open and very slowly pushed the fat head
into her. The Magician let out long, soft mewl.
"Ahhh auuuughhh!" Mudira moaned and the whimper grew
loader and Miran pushed all of his ten inch cock into
her abused hole.
"I am sorry my love, I know it hurt, I am not going to
make a habit of hurting you, but I will take an orgasm
in your ass to show you that your holes is more than
good enough for a free man to use."
Miran held his new slave as carefully as he could as he
slowly begun to move his hips, it was a little
disgusting to know that there was unknown amounts of
slave sperm in that bruised hole, but soon the silky
walls of Mudira's anal opening pressing against his
penis soon made the Tarnsman forget such concerns as he
eagerly fucked his broken slave in the ass.
"Shh, I need to fuck you harder. I need to come in your
ass!"
Miran grunted as he sped up and fucked the battered
slave girl with wild abandon. Mudira screamed and begged
for mercy but Miran was to lost in pleasure to care and
soon he screamed as an orgasm took him and he shoot a
huge, white load deep into the Magician's ass.
"See, I desire you my love... now rest until the
physician comes, all the painful things are done down."
Miran whispered and he wrapped his arms comfortingly
around the shivering slave girl.
"I know that to you slavery have meant pain and abuse,
but I will change that, you do not need to run anymore
Mudira, you are safe with me. I do not care if anyone
think that I am to soft, I will spoil and pamper you, I
will make you happy."
The Tarnsman whispered but Mudira did not hear him, she
was so hurt and so exhausted and there enclosed by her
new Master's strong arms and with his cock buried deep
into her sore ass she had fallen into a deep sleep,
finally she was safe.
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
any way, 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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