Persian female prisoner

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The story takes place in ancient Persia around 500 BC.

Dia is nineteen years old and married, but she has never left her room. Her father is wealthy, with three wives, four concubines, and many servants and daughters. Rumors about him circulate among his friends and women.

Now, she is married to Baron Feluz, twenty years her senior. She is his only wife, and he also has three concubines. Becoming the official wife means she will be the mistress of the harem; even if he remarries, the first wife will always control the harem. As the second daughter of a subsequent wife, she is fortunate to have a husband, as most girls are given away by their fathers as concubines to gain more political allies.

Feluz has been away from the baron's mansion for three months, taking two concubines with him and leaving only a foolish girl—Azu—at home. She is currently masturbating with a banana, a common occurrence in the harem. One man cannot satisfy all the women, so bananas became the most common masturbation tool for women whose virginity had been lost, while virgins were only allowed to use their fingers, because inserting something as long as a banana would break their hymen.

She would rather that banana was Felutz; she didn't like him holding his penis and inserting it into her body, thrusting in and out. Her father had told her in her boudoir that this would happen, and they taught her to get used to it and learn to enjoy it. But in the past year, she still hadn't accepted it. When a female slave entered the room, Dia was considering having Azu serve her, so that they could both be satisfied.

"Mistress. A troop of soldiers has arrived, and their captain demands that all the women in the harem come to the drawing room to see them.

The head steward has also agreed."

This was unprecedented; generally, strange men were not allowed to see the women of the harem. The head steward was the most authoritative of all the slaves in the manor, and Felutz had told Dia that everything had to be obeyed by the head steward—even though she was free and he was merely a slave.

"Tell them we're coming right away. We need to change into our guest clothes." "You must go immediately. If I can't come back with you, the captain said he'll have you dragged out." Dia, looking suspicious, grabbed a veil and instructed Azu, "Take this and come with me." Dia, Azu, and three other maids from the harem followed the messenger to the drawing room.

Dia couldn't contain her anger. How dare anyone give her orders except her husband? The harem was sacred and inviolable; this was a grave insult to Baron Felutz.

The scene in the drawing room stunned her. More than twenty soldiers, armed with spears, greatswords, and shields, surrounded two men, inspecting their leather slave collars. One was the head steward, and the other was probably the farm foreman. One soldier turned to look at them, while the other, wielding a longsword but no spear—presumably their captain—said, "These harlots have finally arrived! Why are they wearing veils? Take them off!" Two soldiers stepped forward and ripped off the coverings from Dia and Azu's heads. Dia trembled with astonishment; upper-class ladies never appeared in public without a veil.

"Stop right now! How dare you touch me? My husband, Baron Feluz, will tell His Majesty about your shameless behavior!" "Baron Feluz and your father are dead, convicted of treason! The Emperor decrees that his estate will be confiscated, and all those associated with the traitor will be sold as slaves in the marketplace!" "As slaves, you're dressed too elegantly. Men, strip them naked and tie them up!" Soldiers approached and bound Dia and Azu's hands behind their backs with ropes. Their clothes were ripped off, and soon they stood naked before the soldiers. Dia blushed and wept. No man other than Feluz had ever seen her naked, yet now at least twenty men stared at her with lustful eyes.

"What a beautiful ass, perfect for sex and childbirth. The height of her breasts is just right for the men below to play with. She'd be better off in a brothel!" "But as a slave, her hair is too long, and she needs a collar." A soldier used a longsword to cut Dia's waist-length hair down to her neck and put a leather collar on her. Only free women were allowed to have long hair, and only slaves wore collars. Now, she was clearly a slave through and through.

"You are now a slave. You must call all the men 'master,' and all the women 'mistresses'! You no longer have a name—your master will decide what you are called. Do you understand?" Azu bowed his head and said, "Yes, master, slave understands!" Dia remained standing, not bowing her head. She couldn't believe what was happening. How could she be naked in public, wearing a slave collar? This must be a nightmare, and she would wake up soon!

The captain gestured to the soldier behind Dia, who kicked her to the ground and forced her face towards the captain's feet.

"Kiss my feet and call me master!"

she cried desperately, shaking her head. "Please...please stop! This must be a misunderstanding, I'm not a slave, let me go!" The soldiers watching laughed; this was going to be an interesting day.

"Butler, do you have a whip?"

"Yes, master!"

"Bring it here, and gather all the slaves in the manor. Watch how I punish this harlot!" Dia was dragged to the courtyard behind the house, where she was bound hand and foot to two posts four feet apart, her young body exposed to everyone present. She wept, clearly feeling her naked body displayed before them, but she still couldn't accept the fact that she was a slave.

"Butler! Where's your whip?!"

"We often use leather belts around the waist to protect the slaves' kidneys, so it causes them great pain without leaving permanent scars. If the master is very angry, a whip with the outer skin cut off can be used, leaving scars on the slave's body, so she can never be sold in the market." "Hmm, spoils of war have no value for sale; we'll whip her twenty-four times with a leather belt and leather strap!" A thin leather strap secured a padded pad to the lower back of her, barely covering her kidneys, not her private parts. The whip was an inch wide and four feet long, with a piece of lead sewn to the end, making it more powerful and easier to control when swung. A burly soldier picked up the whip and came to her left.

*Swish...crack!*

"One"

"Ah...stop! Please stop!"

*Swish...crack*

"Two"

"Please, please don't!"

*Swish...crack*

"Three"

She broke down, "Master, please...please forgive your slave! Please don't hit her anymore!" "Ah, she finally understands she's a slave. Now, we will punish this disobedient slave and start anew!" *Swish...crack*

"..."

*Swish...crack*

"..."

The numbers mercilessly recorded until the twelfth strike, when the whip was handed to another soldier, who stood to her right.

*Swish...crack*

"Thirteen..."

*

Swish...crack*

"Twenty-four..."

A bucket of water was poured over her. At this moment, she could only hang limply, weeping. The whipping was skillful, from her shoulders to the top of her waist guard, and her buttocks. Of course, due to the length of the whip, several times the tip of the whip wrapped around her body, striking her chest, lower abdomen, and mons pubis. The captain came to her.

"How is it?"

"Master, I am a slave!"

"These soldiers are all free men, what do you call them?" "They are all masters!" "You must understand, you belong to the king. He can do whatever he wants with your body, he can let these soldiers play with you, you cannot resist or complain about anything they do to you. When a soldier is finished, you must clearly and loudly say 'Thank you, master!' Understand?" She choked back tears as she replied, "Yes, master, I understand."

He moved his hand to her face, then down, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Then he ran his hand across her lower abdomen, inserting it between her pubic hair until his fingers touched her labia. Two fingers quickly slid into her body, thrusting in and out rapidly while rubbing her clitoris.

He forcefully pulled her head close and kissed her deeply. She moaned softly, "Thank you, master." Swish...smack—"Not loud enough, again!"

"Thank you, master!"

Soon, the soldiers formed a long line. The officers and a few soldiers were relatively mild-mannered, but some were rough and unconventional. They slapped her face and breasts, sucked her nipples, bit her breasts, dug their fingers deep into her body, and even forced their fingers into her anus. Whatever they did to her, she was forbidden to complain or resist; even a groan of discontent would result in whipping, and she was expected to express sufficient gratitude to each man.

Each soldier was allowed two turns to play with her; when he finished, he could go to the back of the line or leave to eat and drink. When all the soldiers had had their fill, the slaves present could also line up to continue. The public humiliation continued hour after hour; she was not allowed to rest, only given water or food when she was weak. During this time, her bladder was full, yet she could only urinate amidst the laughter of the crowd.

Only one thought echoed in her mind: "God! I am innocent, I have done nothing wrong, it is all Ferrutz's fault. Dear Lord, please let them stop, please have some mercy on this innocent and pitiful woman." But God did nothing. The men continued their endless venting on her suspended body. "How much longer? Will they never stop?" Before dusk, they finally ended the torture. Several buckets were thrown in front of her, and she was allowed to relieve herself and return to the slave quarters to rest for an hour or two. Then, she was taken to the dining hall, where the captain and soldiers were holding a banquet. She and Azu were responsible for delivering wine and beer to each table. The two of them remained completely naked, while the other three female slaves responsible for delivering food were allowed to wear standard slave attire to cover their knees and above. Only Dia and Azu were completely naked and were groped by the soldiers. Azu would instinctively flinch when someone touched her breasts, while Dia had completely lost all sense of shame.

The banquet ended, and the captain took Azu away. The older officer ordered the three female slaves to strip naked and dance with the men, which they obeyed without hesitation. Then, he also left the room with one girl, allowing the other two girls to go back to rest.

Dia, exhausted, wanted to go back to her room with them, but was dragged back. "Oh no, you can't. We have other things we need you for. Lie flat on your back and spread your arms and legs." "Please! Please... please don't torture me anymore. I've already done so much, are you going to continue raping me?" A soldier rushed forward, slapping her face and chest hard, and slamming her down on the table, slapping her buttocks firmly.

"You forgot to say 'master.' You don't understand that you are a slave. Only a free woman can be raped. A slave belongs to her master, who can do anything to your body. The monarch owns you, and he has given you to us as a tool for our pleasure!" "Lie flat on your back and spread your arms and legs. We hope you are a good horse when we have sex with you. If your performance does not satisfy us, the whip will teach you until you learn." She lay down in a spread-eagle position. She didn't know how many men would come to have sex with her, or all of them?

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

"Hold him tight with your arms and legs, let him penetrate you, give him a long kiss, and wiggle your ass!" He continued thrusting inside her. She didn't understand what to do. When Ferrucci was doing it, she had always been passive, but they were telling her to respond. The man on top of her quickly ejaculated inside her and rolled over. Two soldiers grabbed her arms, and a third stepped forward and whipped her breasts with a belt.

"Slut! You're too quiet. Shake your ass like a good horse!" Another man climbed on top of her. He was still not satisfied. This time, her legs were lifted, and the belt whipped her labia.

Her masochistic labia hurt when the third man penetrated her, but she controlled herself to satisfy him. One after another, she could only rest when they were pushing and shoving and putting on and taking off their clothes. Her genitals were already filthy. They wiped them clean with their underwear and stuffed them into her mouth, not wanting to waste the semen.

A heavy man entered her already chafed passage again. She breathed heavily, unable to remember if all the men had ejaculated, or if they were going to do it a few more times. In any case, it went on for a long, long time, until no more men were on her.

"Kneel down, put your head on the floor, we have another hole to play with." Two men grabbed her ankles, another pressed her head to the floor, and lifted her abdomen with one hand, exposing her anus to the air.

Dia's mind was completely confused. She had never heard of this position before. A pair of hands spread her buttocks and opened her anus, a penis inserted along with her fingers, then thrusting in and out deeply. She screamed in pain amidst the soldiers' laughter. She couldn't believe that anyone would do such a lewd thing. Soon, hot semen was injected inside, then another penis was inserted. Anal sex came again and again, until her screams turned into whimpers and helpless pleas, but only resulted in whippings on her buttocks. "You forgot to say master!" The most effective plea was only to get a few soldiers to use their vaginas instead of their anuses for sexual gratification.

The soldiers finally stopped the game, exhausted, allowing her to catch her breath. She was too weak to even cry; all she could do was close her eyes and pray the torture would end.

"Kneel down and open your mouth."

A hand grabbed her hair, and she saw a penis in front of her. She recognized it; Ferrutz had never done anything like this before, but women in her father's harem had spoken of it. This penis was filthy, covered in semen and her own excrement. She was powerless to resist. She went forward and began to lick it clean, then put it in her mouth, sucking on it until he ejaculated inside.

One penis after another, until just before dawn, she was finally allowed to stop. They gave her some bread and water, and tied her hands behind her back again. She was taken to the front yard, where she watched as slave traders led away Azu and the other female slaves. All of them were dressed as slaves, their hands bound behind their backs, a rope threaded through their leather collars and held together.

Dia wondered why she hadn't gone with them. She overheard the captain and an officer saying, "Half the soldiers and I will stay behind to wait for a new buyer. You and the other half will take this bitch to the market for a public auction. After she's sold, report back to the barracks." "She must remain naked until her new master gives her clothes. Once in the city, choose the longest possible route; the Emperor wants her to be seen by everyone." Her mind couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even slaves wore something in public; only criminals were paraded naked. A murderer going to the gallows, or a thief having their hand cut off, was publicly shamed. What had she done? Besides, her body was covered in bruises and wounds, with countless dried male semen stains on her genitals, buttocks, and between her legs. The whole city would know what she had endured.

But she had no choice. The rope around her neck and the spearhead behind her urged her to walk at the front of the procession. After several hours of parading, the soldiers began to rest and eat. When a soldier fed her bread and water, she was to perform oral sex on him as a gesture of gratitude.

Soon, the slave market opened, and all the slaves, regardless of gender, lined up naked on the platform with their hands on their heads and their legs spread apart, maintaining this posture to be inspected by the buyers.

Dia hoped to be bought as a mortgage slave. She knew that a large harem would inevitably have many boys, and these boys had to leave the harem after the age of eight. However, the abundance of adolescent boys on the estate was a significant problem. The solution was to let them choose one from among the mortgage slaves. For them, the work would be the most mundane tasks like mopping floors, making beds, and delivering food. But others came to buy female slaves to go to brothels. She prayed she could become a mortgage slave, or at worst, a land slave.

The auction began. The first slave stepped onto the floor. The auctioneer grabbed the slave, pulled him towards himself, and gave a standard speech.

"Middle-aged male, formerly a scribe, can read, write, and keep accounts. Gambler and drunkard. Auctioned by creditors." Next was a strong man.

"Young male, construction worker. Three times drunk and disorderly conduct, and assaulted the night watchman. Auctioned by the sheriff." Next was a female slave.

"Middle-aged woman, always a slave, an orphan captured during the war, excellent cook. Auctioned as an inheritance." Next was Dia. The auctioneer grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, displaying her entire body.

He bent down behind her and parted her labia. The auctioneer inserted the handle of a whip into her body. She was forced to face the buyers, her hands pulled behind her back, her legs spread apart.

"A young woman, formerly the wife of Baron Felutz. The Baron was sentenced to death as a traitor and enslaved by the Emperor himself." Private buyers were terrified by the phrase "enslaved by the Emperor himself"—who would risk incurring the Emperor's wrath by taking her home? But the brothel buyers were very interested; perhaps she could please His Majesty the Emperor as a prostitute. Soon, she was bought by the most famous brothel in the city.

This brothel was part of an inn, also selling food and drinks. Dia was taught how to dance erotic dances to the beat of a drum, and when not performing, she served drinks to each table, and guests could touch her at will. But if someone wanted to rent her for the night, they had to negotiate the price with the brothel manager. He was a manager who believed in violence. If she didn't dance well, or if the customers weren't satisfied, she would stand on the stage in her shoes and be whipped in public. This happened frequently, to amuse the bloggers and attract new customers from the street.

After a lot of service, she became pregnant. Even though it was difficult to serve customers face-to-face, she was still required to have customers mount her from behind in a doggy-style position. And a new service was introduced: customers could buy a new drink—clean and fresh human milk.

[The End]

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