Jade, slave of time

Houmed grabbed the end of the collar chain and pulled on it, forcing Jade to follow him. They left, crossed a small and dusty court and climbed a wooden staircase. The Master’s bedroom! He was there, up already. Naked. Heavy folds of fat hung under his arms, on his chest and covered his groin. He pointed to the ground. Jade fell to her knees, prostrating herself. - Hello Abba. - Meqe maaca gey Khadidja. Hello Khadidja. Well. You learned your lesson well. Now you will be tested. Put her on the bed, Houmed. Let’s see how much she’s worth for sale.

Jade was tied up on the bed. Spread-eagled; opened, offered. Master Hassan did not like women. He just sold and used them. Exactly what he did with Jade. She was forced to lick his cock, to wet it, whereas Houmed straddled her, pinched her pussy lips painfully to open them, penetrated her, bit her nipples viciously. Then Hassan squatted on her face after having planted his riding crop in her cunt. - Wet me, lick my asshole. Jade complied, remembering the whip… anything but the whip again. She licked Hassan’s brown hole conscientiously, letting her mind wander. Then Hassan laid down on her and began lapping her groin that Houmed had soiled. She choked under the weight of her owner. Who had stuffed her mouth with his dick. She was doing her best to be obedient. She sucked her Master’s manhood, and choked every time he weighed on her. And this disturbing feeling that was gripping her. She shivered. The Master’s tongue brought her slowly towards a pleasure that she hated. Then sudden jerks. Jade realized that Houmed was fucking the Master. The balls of one, the hair of the other made her breathing difficult. And the Master’s cock who banging against the deep end of her throat. Jade thought for one moment that she was going to choke. She groaned, tried to struggle. Someone knocked on the door of the bedroom. Words that she did not understand. A servant. Master got even stiffer, deep-throated her even more, unloaded his cum in her mouth. And the other one, Houmed kept on panting while fucking in the Master…

Jade Once again in the cell room.. The brazier had been fed and poked. It blazed in the room, crucifying even the bright light of day that penetrated by the window. In this hellish room, Jade knew that she was going to be marked like a slave and to be sewn. An old woman was waiting there. Someone pushed her towards a wooden device. A sort of pillory assembled around an axis, where her neck and wrists were immobilized in a yoke that Houmed hammered shut. Each blow rang like a death sentence in Jade’s overturned mind. Squatted, she knew her pussy was gaping open and dripping cum. And her own juice. Master Hassan, with his expert tongue, had forced her to take a pleasure that made her sick to her stomach. She could still feel the taste of it in her mouth. A wide belt circled her waist, pressing her against the central yoke; then someone drew her ankles backwards, locking them in a third yoke. The device seemed flexible enough but a set of chains and Jade’s body itself contributed to rigidify the whole contraption. And to make it painful. The woman, Aicha, emptied her bundle, and unpacked her instruments on a small table. Hassan signalled someone and Jade fell forward. At least that’s what she thought. She prepared herself for the crash that seemed inevitable. But no. She found herself in a horizontal position, face directed towards the ground, her breath short, arched upwards by the chains, her limbs hideously quartered by the wooden yokes.
Houmed, his hands covered with leather gloves, poked the brazier, pulled out the red-hot iron and disappeared from Jade’s field of vision. Heat on her right buttock. Jade knew that Houmed was behind her, the branding iron close above her ass. She reddened, tightened her vagina uncontrollably. She could feel Houmed’s burning glance on her hole, which was kept gaping open by the position in which she was chained. Futile thoughts. Stupidities. But a safety valve when panic seems about to overcome the mind. Jade waited… She yelled, struggled vainly in the yokes, the hard wood of which cut into her wrists, neck and ankles. The incandescent metal bit her flesh and the unbearable pain took over, as in slow motion, twisting the nerves one by one. The room reeked with the horrible smell of burnt flesh; Jade arched more and more, trying to escape the suffering from the branding, and then she fainted…
She was moving, spinning in the air. Someone made her turn around. A hand probed the ass cheek marked with the initials of Master Hassan, slave trader in the town of Harrar. Jade heard the woman barking to the two men: - Barrawa. Fissa. (Get out, quickly). This slave, this woman. No men needed. Women only. Barrawa. The matron, while singing, started depilating Jade’s groin. She tapped the skin with a caramel ball, waited until it hardened then drew on it forcefully. With each wrenching, Jade yelped and tears were burning her crying eyes. But in her back, the defamatory burn was there, pulsating like a swarm of bees.
- You lucky. Hassan good man, good merchant. You beautiful. Much money for abba Hassan. But that not well. Open girl as whore. After finished, you closed well. You real woman. Labna gone. Cut penis. Jade started when the woman touched her and pulled on her bud hood. Jade leapt and the pillory squeaked. Jade howled, shouted when the knife cut into her tender flesh, looking for the root of the clitoris in order to extirpate its nerve ending. Jade was still groaning, her voice broken, when the blade cut out and scraped her outer labia into raw meat. But Jade was already unconscious when the needle pierced her labia, sewing it with large X points, leaving only one small opening kept opened by a straw inserted in the urethra.

Chapter 7 : punished !

In the morning, someone came to get her. She was exhausted. Degraded. On her face, the tears mixed with the marks of indignity. The wire that kept her slit closed burnt her intimate parts and sent waves of pain through her whole body, up to the most forgotten forts that protected her mind from despair and madness.
She was led outside. With Sofia. Tied up to a trunk in the yard of the slaves trader’s house.
Houmed punished them.
The whip ravaged the flesh of the two slaves before letting them be, torn both by the heat of the sun and the blazing inferno of the flogging.
A black girl, a slave, watered them several times but the day passed, interminable, pure hell.
On their knees, bound to the thorny tree, they were punished.

For Sofia, the punishment ended in the evening. But for Jade, it did not stop there. The night was to follow. The continuation of the punishment.
In the evening, someone took her to the walls of Harrar. Chained, gagged, she was trapped in a net of coarse ropes. And thrown in the air.
Houmed threw a torch over the high walls. It fell, and fell. Lighting up the ground. Lighting up the beasts.
They waited in the dark, grinding, yelping, laughing.
Jade was held a few meters above the ground. She saw them approaching. She heard their sniggering, their growling, their sniffing and all the noises they made. She saw them circling below her; leaping and trying to catch this prey coming from the sky.
Leaping and trying to catch her.
Jade could not sleep that night, clinging to the net, trying to rise higher. Higher. Higher. In vain.
The hyenas were there. Just below her. Aggressive. Horrible. Even their breath was a nightmare.


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Chapter 8 : fed !

At dawn, they pulled her back up.
She prostrated herself before Master Hassan.
- Do you understand now, Khadidja ? The slaves sleep in their cages. Next time we will lower you a little more...
I’d rather keep you as a plaything for men, but I can also turn you into food for the beasts.
What do you prefer? Answer, Khadidja!
- Master, do with me as you like. Turn me into a plaything for men.
- Very well. Feed her, and put her back in her cage.

Jade was fed. With the hands bound in her back, she ate out of a gross dog bowl. Some kind of cereal pulp awfully hot and spicy.
Houmed tormented her regularly. He also used her sometimes. The anal rape left her butthole on fire.
At times, he would force her to suck him, all the time laughing.
“Eats, it is good. Good meal.”


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Chapitre 9 : trained !

A long while later, they removed the thigh irons that had kept Jade’s legs tightly bound, as well as the wire that stitched her slit.
The time had come for the posture classes. Dance classes too.
In the Turkish bath where the slaves could bathe, they were to demonstrate their expertise.
To pleasure the men with massages and caresses.
To master the use of their mouth and tongue. And their intimate muscles too.
To learn how to revive a Master with nice and erotic dances.
Fatma, Khadidja and Zeinab competed to satisfy their Master. The punishments of the early days had borne their fruits.
Now they behaved like perfect slaves.

They were ready to be sold !


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Chapitre 9 : sold !

One morning, their hands bound in the back, a leash around their neck, blindfolded with a black scarf and barely covered with a black veil, they were taken through the streets of Harrar. They shivered, naked in the coolness of the early morning. They could see nothing, hearing only the gibes of the inhabitants.

They climbed steps, were displayed, stripped completely.

Jade was the article of choice and her presentation was thoroughly elaborated.
Her veils were taken off very slowly.

She was forced to kneel down, to show her intimate parts, her useful parts.
The Master made her wiggle with his whip, under the applause and enthusiastic yells of the crowd.

Finally, she demonstrated how expert she was with her tongue by licking the stake intended for the punishment of the unworhty slaves.

Then they were led to the display booths.
Men passed, looked at them, studied them in detail.

Ah this one! A female worthy of a king!
With a skin as white as camel milk.

Look how well she’s been closed!

And these teeth, like mother-of-pearl stones.

The mark of Hassan. A pledge of quality!

Don’t you want this one also?

She’s yours!

Jade was bought by a huge and fierce-looking warrior. A few coins changed hands.
Jade’s mind wandered around. With Master Hassan, she had finally accepted her situation. But here!

The steel crown that stretched her nostrils, the steel rod that pierced her nose and the ring that passed in the newly punched hole plunged her into utter despair. She had finally got used to her condition in Master Hassan’s house.
An inhuman condition. The condition of a slave. But here!
She was a slave. Therefore, a merchandise. A good, labeled with a steel ring.

A ring that could be used to force her...

A merchandise to be tied her up on the back of a camel. To be strung up, ankles and wrists bound tightly.
Tears burned her eyes when her new owner checked the bindings on the parcel that she was, the tension in the rope tearing up her nose in the process.

The tears prevented her from seeing the three strange-looking characters who kept a careful eye on the scene.
The readers will have certainly recognized the Prince de Lizaigne, governor of Berry in the 22nd century, accompanied by his faithful helper, Agnès and guided by Arthur Rimbaud, poet, merchant, and trafficker in Harrar at the end of the 19th century.
His investigation in Europe had made him follow the tracks of the slaves traders. A time machine had transported him to Harrar.
Too late to prevent the market scene and the sale.
But you know how stubborn the Prince de Lizaigne can be.
I will cease talking now, as if gagged and will not add anything…

The trip seemed endless. Jade was sometimes carried on a camel.

She sometimes walked stagging, kept on her leash in the blazing sun, her wrists tied back.

Some water on the evening.

And, if her tongue and her mouth had been clever, a little gruel of sorgho or a small piece of dried meat.

... to be continued ...


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Chapter 11 : torn off !

At last, the journey ended.
Jade found herself kneeling at the feet of her new Master, the sultan of Obock. A very small place of no interest, near the Tadjourah Gulf, a place that would later become the Somalian Coast, then the French Territory of Afars and Issas and then finally the Republic of Djibouti…
The Sultan stared at her for a long time, and nodded approvingly.
" Clean me that thing. This female stinks like a wart hog in heat !
I will make her mine this evening. Make her dance for me !"

Jade knew that she was beautiful this evening.

That her Master was being aroused by her. Carefully made-up, her hair artistically done, with the traditional paintings decorating her hands, feet, belly and chest, her intimate parts barely covered by flimsy veils that attracted the eye of the spectators. Jade knew that she was about to be taken. Taken like a slave. Without kindness. Forcefully…
But she danced. She undressed very slowly, moving her groin, her hips, taking sexy stances before offering her leash to her Master, ready to satisfy her Master’s desires, a slave to her Master’s needs.

Jade had seduced her Master with her lascivious dance.

But Master expected something else from his new slave.
While two women kept her spread-eagled on the ground, her Master used a curved-blade knife to slice open her sewn slit and she yelled in unbearable pain.
The Sultan rammed his cock in the bloody twat, crushing Jade with his weight, choking her…


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Chapter 12: saved !

Everything ended suddenly. The Sultan had been thrown to the ground and a sword was threatening to slice his throat. Jade rolled over and raised herself, discovering a man and a woman. Europeans. Carrying weapons.
They were keeping the Sultan and the slaves at bay.
She heard the woman scream “Oh my God!” and the man yelling orders:
" Hurry up, we don’t have much time."

In the cool night air, in the wind of the ride that pushed her far away from Obock, Jade shivered.
Naked, riding side-saddle over the thighs of the man, she felt intensely the power of the Prince.
She was offered, defenceless, and nonetheless she felt comfortable.
And when the Prince’s hand touched her thigh merely to help her maintain her balance, her groin that had been mutilated, sewn, cut and tortured went dripping.
She moaned.
The prince misinterpreted the origin of the groan.
" We will tend your wounds later. We cannot stop yet. We need to run away fast…"

Jade noticed the woman, Agnes, looking at her.
She was smiling.
And Jade understood that Agnes knew everything of her turmoil…
" Yes Master. This young lady doesn’t want to meet these barbarians again. As to myself, I’d rather not change Master and become a slave for those ruffians…

Even though they can only force on me things that others make me do regularly. After all, I’m nothing more than a female slave.
But on the other hand I know that some of those guys like to carry their enemy’s balls around their neck…"

The Prince’s voice thundered like a gun:
- Agnes, you deserve to be whipped.

-Yes Master, as You wish.
- I will sell you away.
- Yes Master, as You wish.
- Shut up, slave.
- Yes Master, as You wish.

Agnes let herself fall behind the other riders. In spite of the noise of the hooves on the cobblestones, Jade heard her laughing.
Slave? Master? She did not understand.
She had experienced slavery. One sort of slavery. But Agnes was a slave to the Prince?
Suddenly, she understood the special and sweet perversion of the Master-slave relationship. When it was a consensual bond.
" I’d like to be this man’s slave" she thought abruptly.
She blushed at the thought. And then: "Oh, I am going to wet his pants…"
She kept her thighs tightly closed.

Agnes was doing Jade’s hair. Their horse ride was reaching an end. The prince had explained that the "dome" was a technological improvement of the time machine. It was no longer necessary to drown the time travelers into the feared liquid. The dome itself… Jade was not listening any more…
Agnes had carefully cleaned the wound in Jade’s pussy. She apologized for not being able to remove the steel collar and ring, but she could work on Jade’s hair. She had to be nice-looking and presentable. She had given her a lace gown: "For you to be dressed properly…"

Properly? The gown was completely transparent and being one size too big, the shoulder straps kept on falling down, thus revealing Jade’s breasts.
The Prince groaned, requiring the girls to hurry up their preparation.
- Yes Master, as You wish… But You said yourself that a slave cannot show itself if not properly dressed.
-- Agnes! I own the only slave in the world that always needs to have the last word… I’ll make you pay for that. I…

- Yes Master, as You wish.
-- 1O lashes.
- Yes Master, as You wish.
-- 20 lashes.
- Yes Master, as You wish. Oooohhh !
-- 40 lashes.
Agnes remained silent, and then whispered :
- Hurry up! He’s in a bad mood. Get up.

A blinding light, very intense. Agnes was hugging Jade. The crackling sound of the electric jolts tore up the silence. The glass dome started vibrating. Jade started quivering. Her hands grabbed the seat nervously. She felt Agnes’ hand brushing her thigh softly… "Hush, little kitty, don’t be afraid…"

She let the female slave caress her lightly, and found a new reason to hope in this gentle touch.

Agnes whispered:
- There’s enough space in the castle, if you want to stay with us for some time. Anyway, you need to redo your cute little twat, and get rid of those nasty scars. My Master will have the best surgeons work on you.
- Do you think so, Ma’am?
- Of course, I’m sure of that. And don’t call me Ma’am. I’m Agnes, that’s all.

Lightning bolts, sparkles, groans. The machine sounded like a sealed inferno…
Nevertheless, while she was slowly loosing consciousness, Jade knew that she was out of harm' way…

At last…

**THE END**
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