It really isn’t fair

I do so much want you to hear my story, but my throat’s so dry and I can’t talk any louder, so I hope that you can you hear me over there.

I wasn’t born as a slave, but we both know now that that’s what I’m going to be when I die, and I want you to know that I really don’t deserve to die. It’s not fair at all!

Oh shit, shit shit! It’s so unfair. This really is so unfair! Listen and you`ll see. I’ve never been disobedient, I’ve always tried so hard to be a good slave and now I’m going to be dragged out and crucified. You’ve got to understand that it’s so bloody unfair!

No! I’ve got to stop this whining. Stop it and pull yourself together, you stupid slave slut. The fucking bastard night guards are going along the whole row of dungeons on this level playing their really witty game of gang-rape the slut in each in turn, so I’ve got a few minutes between rapes and I can see that you are sitting over there in the shadows. Are you listening to me? I know that you want to hear my story and they’ve chained me here with my ankles fastened to my neck and my bare ass gaping open like a whore`s smile, so it’s not like I’m going anywhere else at the moment.

See, humor even now. Christ, but I’m a real bundle of laughs, aren’t I. Perhaps it’ll last right up until they hammer in the first fucking nail. I know that I won’t be laughing then. They made me watch the last one before my turn.

Oh fuck, it was awful. She was younger than me, a little thief, a cute elfin sort of lassie, with hardly any meat on her bones to start with and even less when they’d ripped her to pieces which their nine-tail scourges. They had to drag her to her cross; the poor little Cunt couldn’t walk, even when they whipped her where she lay. I thought that she was going to be lucky and that she would stay unconscious, but the first nail changed all that.

They hammered twenty centimeters of steel straight through her wrist, right between the bones. I winced each time that the hammer hit that nail. Five times, it was, and each time she screamed and she kicked, and on the fifth time, she pissed herself. Will I do that, I wonder and if I do, will I even bloody care!

I am, or I was, a proper red-silk pleasure slave. I`m supposed to be soft and sweet and sensitive. She was a tough street urchin, with bare feet that had never seen a proper heeled sandal and skin burned as tough as leather. She was tough enough to take a scourging without losing it like I’m sure that I will. She didn’t even scream, only whimpered and pleaded for them to stop until she passed out from the beating, but the first nail had her blubbering and screaming in seconds. Oh Christ, how can something hurt that much. Can’t you help me? I know that you know all the secrets of this place. Please, please. Please!!!

Let’s start all over again. I need to take a deep breath. Here is my own private calming mantra. I’m not a street urchin and I’m not a plantation born work-slave. I went to a good school when I was free. We used to do rhetoric lessons in three languages, so I can tell my story properly if I want to, and I do want to, so here it goes:

My slave name is Sapphire, except in here. The guards here don`t bother about our names, so in here everyone is cunt or slut, unless they read out our actual numbers, but I was born Amelia Maria Sophistra Carmella D`Angelus.

My father died when I was two and I can’t remember anything of him except what I’ve been told. I hope that as I die, my last memory can be of my mother. She was good and kind and stupidly gullible when it finally mattered, but I’ll come to that.

She was noble. Not noble as in fine and upstanding, although she was that too, but noble as in nobly born, the younger daughter of a prince who had no kingdom left to inherit. Our world was assimilated by the Empire when I was a little child and that’s when my father died, fighting a hopeless battle against starships ten times as powerful as our best, flying his solo spacer straight into one of them when he could shoot no more.

Oh, if only I had only inherited his courage, but I can’t feel any of his courage now. I am absolutely fucking terrified. Oh Christ, I want to be somewhere else more than anything that I’ve ever wanted before! Oh no, I’m wandering again. Back to my story.

Grand-da was executed and all his estates confiscated. There was nothing left for mother but gentile poverty or to make her own way in the new world and she tried the latter. She was beautiful and graceful and could dance like a moonbeam and that’s what she did. The most exciting dances of our world, performed with real feeling and art and grace. It helped that she looked scrumptious in her silk and satin, but she was good, really good, better than me, and my master and his entire household have all agreed that I was something worth watching.

People who knew her said that I look exactly like her, the same fiery red hair, freckled skin, wide kissable mouth, neat little tits. She danced for merchants and generals and even the new Lords and she sent me to that private school with the profits and still had enough left over that she was well on her way to buying back our estates.

Then he came. The slime ball. He became her lover, then her manager and finally her betrayer. She was never any good with figures and he soon had her power of attorney. She was such an honorable woman herself that she just couldn’t imagine her lover systematically gambling away and whoring away her money and pledging her future earnings and finally her freedom and mine to his creditors.

He had all the right papers and skipped away free. I was called to the headmistresses` office.

I was worried. I’d been making eyes at one of the gardener’s boys and with all the self-centeredness of an eighteen year old; I was certain that that was the reason that she wanted to see me. If only that had been all she wanted!

There were two bailiffs of the bankruptcy court and they showed me papers that I had signed and more that mother had signed on my behalf. I owned twenty-five percent of her company. I owned twenty-five percent of a debt that I could never pay back and we were the collateral on the loans.

I was so shocked that I didn’t even object when they told me that my uniform had been sold back to the school and that I should hand it over right now. They made me strip and when I stopped when I was down to my bra and knickers, one of them gave me my first taste of a switch across my butt.

Christ, but I remember that it hurt. I’ve had much worse since, but that first stripe was a sort of epiphany. I’d never been hit before and it didn’t just cut my skin, it cut right through to my soul.

Until he hit me, I just couldn’t believe that I’d walked into that office as a final year paying student whose biggest problem was which University course to sign up for, and that now I was stood there with my knickers around my ankles as a newly enslaved slut. Once I felt that cane hit me, I knew that it was a fact.

“Oh, shit, here they come again. They call themselves guards but I don’t know what they’re supposed to be guarding when they spend all their time screwing. They couldn’t guard a piss-house against a real attack, they’re just beasts.

My fucking ass is still bleeding from the last time but they said that there’d be time for them to come back for one last rape session before my scourging. I know that begging only makes the bastards rupture themselves laughing at me, but I can’t stop myself. Masters, please let me serve you. Please may I take you in my mouth masters? I’ll kiss your pricks, masters. I’ll lick your balls, I’ll drink your piss, anywhere but up my poor arse again. Please sirs, please kind masters. No, please not there, pleaseeee!”

*

“Are you back? I wish that you’d stayed with me when they came in and raped my ass, but I don’t suppose that you’re into that kind of thing. Yeh, I was noisy wasn’t I, but then half a dozen cocks up your arse when it’s already red-raw would make anyone noisy. Oh, and now I’m going to be sick again, except it’s just a bit of my guts coming up.

I’d heard the expression throwing up your guts, but I didn’t know that it was possible, but that’s all that’s left inside me. Right, I’ve screamed, I’ve puked, and I’ve bled. Is there anything that the bastards have forgotten to do to me? If not, it won’t be long now before they come for me to do it, so let me get on with my story. We were up to me telling you how they took me from school weren’t we?

The court bailiffs cuffed my hands and put a rope around my neck. Christ knows why. Where was I going to run to? But I remember that it was first morning break and girls that I thought were my friends came hurrying over to slap my tits and poke me with sticks and one stuck the curved end of her hockey stick right up my pussy and gave it a really awful pull that sent me straight onto my knees. That was a real laugh, kneeling naked in front of all my friends, bawling for mercy with a hockey stick up my twat. Christ, definitely one of the high points of my life – not.”

“Being sold was just an ordinarily shit experience by comparison. I suppose that I should have been proud of the fact that a fetched a good price, but since only the bailiffs ever saw it, why should I have cared.

But that’s how I came to be here. If I hadn’t been expensive then it wouldn’t have needed the wealth of an old man to buy me. If Master hadn’t been old and unfit then I wouldn’t have been in Master’s bedroom when he had his heart attack and then I wouldn’t be here now.”

Can’t you help me? You come and go so easily. Take me with you. Oh, it’s the fucking chains, I suppose. You can’t just hack through them for me can you, no of course not, I’m just wandering again. They are real steel and they are holding me here whilst rape-cum drips out of my arse and I suppose that I should be glad that you’re so interested in my story that you haven’t come across and had a nibble at me yourself.

Jesus, no, now it’s too late! Here is that sodding great brutal in the leather pants with his scourge, so even if you would take me with you it’s too late now. Christ, I know that this`s going to hurt because I saw what it did to that poor little thief yesterday.

Decisions all the time isn’t it! Is now the time for me to burst free and flee with you! They’ve taken me off the raperack and my arms and legs are completely free whilst they move me so that he can get a good long backswing with his scourge.

There are only four of the sodding great musclebound brutes holding me. Should I struggle so they don’t think that they’ve wasted their time? Christ, who do they think that I am, supergirl or the batwoman? Well, it’s too late now, anyway. Click, click they went. Those chains from my wrists to the ceiling pulleys look like they could lift all five of us up to the ceiling even if the four of them all climbed aboard me at once. 

He’s showing me the strands of his scourge now. Christ, it looks terrifying, it’s sure to kill me. I can see pieces of sharp lead and what looks like glass shards and they’re all tied into strand after strand of leather. If he hits me once with that thing, then that’s going to be like nine lashes with anything else. Oh I can hear it moving through the air, he’s whirling it above his head. Please master, rape my ass instead! Put the whole scourge up my ass if you want! Don’t hit me with that thing. Please.

Oh fuckkkkk!  The bastards have set my back on fire! Oh shit, that hurts, it really really hurts! Where did the bastard get the molten lead, surely nothing else could hurt that fucking much! Ohhh Christ! Please sweet master, no more. Please don’t do that again. Rape me, crucify me. Anything but that scourge.

He’s got to be wrong. He can’t mean one! One, he just said, but no, that isn’t right! Just one of anything can’t hurt that much. It can’t be just one. That would mean that there’s thirty eight more to go. I’ll die!

All right clever-face, I know that that’s what I’m here to do! Please don’t you be funny too!

Aggggghhhhhhh. Two. I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned two! That one hurt more than the first. Oh, no nothing could hurt more. As much, then.

Agggh. That wasn’t even a proper scream. It hurt just as much but I’m so dizzy that I’d faint if I could, but I can’t. Can something hurt so much that it’s too painful to allow you to faint.  Will the bastard be annoyed because I’m not working hard enough on my screaming? Perhaps I can make it up with extra pleading! Master! Please! Please!

Ah, ah, ah. That’s made him laugh. A new first for the fourth one, I’ve just pissed myself.

I already stink of old piss, my piss and all my rapists` piss and probably Uncle Tom Cobley`s piss as well, but up until now, I’ve managed to do my own peeing between their visits so that the only public pissing was them doing it over my face and hair. Still, if I had enough pee left in me to be able to do it again, then I would. Whilst he’s laughing he’s not hitting me with that fucking scourge!

Agggggghhhhhhhhhhh! That one got my attention back. Right across my tits. It must have split my nipple right in half. Shit! Did I say that nothing could hurt more than the first one. I’m a fucking liar! And I managed to piss myself again. Sometimes I amaze even myself! Didn’t think that I had it in me. Well I don’t any more. Oh please sir, kind master, pleaseeee!

*

Alone at last again. Go ahead, tell me something about how we have to stop meeting like this. Your turn to make the jokes, I just haven’t got the energy.

What happened? I think I remember eight, perhaps nine. Have they finished? Please tell me that they carried on when I passed out and that my scourging`s over. No. Oh shit, I thought not. It hurts like nothing I`d ever had before, but I didn`t think that it hurts any more now than just before I lost it. So that means more to come. No, it is just totally humanly impossible to live through more.

Do they want to kill me! Well obviously yes, but I wasn`t sentenced to be whipped to death. They should be more careful. If I die of the wrong thing then they`ll be in real trouble! I`d better warn them when they come back. If I scratch their back, perhaps they`ll stop scratching mine.

Hey, did you get that? My best yet since they started hitting me with that fucking, hurting, puke-making scourge! Not bad for a red-silk pleasure slut was it? Especially, a red-silk slut whose only red is in bloody stripes across her back and tits and that one that cracked right up into my asshole.

I think that that was the one that got me. I`d already pissed myself, so I think he was seeing what else he could make me do. There’s definitely something running down between my legs. Oh shit, yes, I`ve got it in one, he`s whipped the shit out of me, literally. 

I didn`t expect to be left alone with you again. Had I finished telling you how I got here? It will definitely be my last chance. Stop being gross! Stop playing with that pool of my blood and listen!

I`d got as far as being bought as a bed-warmer for Master, but he liked what he had bought so much that he wanted more than warming comfort. He got his Steward to fetch a Druggist and once I`d danced a really writhing nude belly dance and I`d worked his cock with my very best oral and he`d swallowed three Viagra, he had a monster hard-on for the first time for years.

So I did what I`d been trained for and bought for and I climbed right on top of that stiffy and worked it with my very best pussy suction and squeezing. His face was red as beetroot, but honestly, I thought that it was passion! Then over he went. His cock was still stiff and so was the rest of him. Corpse stiff, rigor-mortis stiff.

His Widow blamed the Druggist, the Druggist blamed the Steward and of course the Steward blamed me and when the music stopped, there I was with no chair!

Mistress only allowed the charge to be reduced from Murder when the Magister told her that Murder by a slave would mean that all of his slaves would have to be put to death. She didn`t want to lose all that wealth. Two hundred slaves including the field-workers and the pony girls. So she agreed that I had killed her husband but that it was Manslaughter because it was not intentional. Not that made any difference to me. Slaves who contribute to a Master`s death in any way are crucified so I was dragged straight here by the Magister`s men.

Then the bastard guards here decided that they had better be like a bomb-disposal crew and make sure that my pussy and arse were safe for use. They thought that they were regular Music-Hall comedians and they started searching me for the murder weapon. All very droll! Stick an electric torch up her twat, number two. Can it be there? No, what about her arse? Then throat after arse, naturally, the only logical order.

And I think that that brings you up to date and here they come again.

Did I tell you earlier that it was unfair and that I didn`t want to die, because I was lying about that too and if I could just say a magic word and drop dead at this very instant then I would do it, but I can`t, and there`s no need for you to stand there twitching and looking at me so reproachfully because what would you know, after all, you`re only a black rat.