An adventure in the Northern Forests of Gor part 3
Matto awoke choking with water, his hood had been pulled up below his
nose, and she was holding his head, as she poured water into his
gaping mouth, he moved his ****d body in the sand before her, so that
he didn't drop any of her precious water. Still gasping, she deigned
not to give him anymore, she dropped his head to the sand.
Instinctively Matto pushed his lips to her sand encrusted boots in
gratitude.
Then, crouching down she took his head by the hair and thrust some
slave paste into his mouth, not caring that sand from her boots was on
his lips and in his mouth, she gave him time to swallow, just; before
she fed him twice more; a specially designed nutrient rich paste
especially for mammal livestock, that could be eaten hot or cold.
Mostly it was given cold, it was more disgusting that way; it
contained oats, milk, dried meat and crushed insects. It was tasteless
but revolting to eat, gagging Matto licked the paste from her fingers
and palm, sucking and licking.
Ban****ra again pulled down and fasten his hood, not even allowing him
time to rise, again not waiting for him, instead dragging him along in
the sand until he found his feet, and as soon as he was up she picked
up the pace, as if to make up the time wasted from his feeding.
Soon, Matto was jogging blindly behind her; as she again picked up the
pace so that he had to put his faith in her directions. Truly, a beast
of burden, a woman's beast of burden at that. Long did she keep up
this pace until finally she slowed and came to a halt. In the hood,
under the weight of the overloaded saddle bags, Matto's chest heaved,
as he tried to suck in air through the thick fabric of the hood. He
gauged that she had kept him running for nearing an hour. At a stand
still, he wavered and then collapsed, vaguely he heard her laughter.
With his vision blackening Matt heard her voice, but with his gasps
for breath and the hood, she was inaudible, just noise. He cried out
in pain, kicked in the thigh, she shouted at him to rise.
Valiantly, he tried, raising himself to his knees, then to stand but
merely collapsed down again. Matto heard her laugh again, he lifted
his head but found it thrust down into the sand, her foot pressing
into his cheek.
This time he heard her, she said, "We will soon be entering the
territories of my clan, but I wish to rest and there is a stream here
for water, so we will not enter till the morrow." Matto felt her hand
at the buckles of the hood, which she then undid and tugged off. He
closed his eyes blinded by the brightness of the day. Blinking
rapidly, he saw some trees ahead, and soon his body welcomed their
shade from the sun. He was ordered to kneel and soon found himself
secured to a tree by his neck leash.
Despite his plight, Matto could not remove his gaze from the
intoxicating sight of her largely unclothed fit and supple body, shown
off tantalising by the animal skins she wore. On the hunt he had been
starved of the sweet flesh of slave girls for nearly three weeks now
and the merest sight of female flesh was now enough. Despite genuine
fear and pain, his manhood quivered, as he fantasised at how the rest
of her body looked. He was contemplating the curve of her belly, when
she cuffed him.
"Pay attention kajirus." she hissed.
Matto looked up into clear hard green eyes. With her hand she held up
his chin, between finger and thumb, "Tomorrow we will return to camp,
so tonight I will get to know you a bit better. Can you serve a
woman?" she asked.
Horrified, Matto's throat went dry. He was speechless.
Ban****ra pushed his head from side to side regarding him; he was not
unappealing, although his whimpered response and look of utter fear
showed weakness. Continuing, she warning him, "I hope so, for your
sake."
She indicated him to stand, "Aaahh now i can see that at least
earlier," she looked into his eyes, tapping his manhood with the back
of her knife, "Was not your normal size."
Matto gritted his teeth, knowing she was mocking him. He had been
petrified before. He was only a little less at ease now.
Wordlessly she took the saddle bags from his shoulder, unloading her
beast. Ban****ra sensed his increased anxiety at her close proximity,
and casual contact with his flesh. She smiled; such feelings were
suitable for slaves. It was a good sign for his transition, it would
make it easier. Intentionally, hiding her amusement, she purposely
brushed flesh on flesh, expressively, demonstrating her dominance.
Unloaded, she cut the bonds securing his wrist behind him allowing her
slave to rub the blood back into his hands. As he did, Ban****ra stood
and slapped the flat of her blade into the palm of her hand, and said
"Whilst I tend to my goods, you will complete a task for me, let's
call it a getting to know each other task. Down!" she pointed to her
feet with the point of her knife.
Quickly Matto knelt.
"All the way down, to your belly urt!" she ordered sharply.
"Now up, to all-fours!"
Matto obeyed like a pet larl. She then released him from the tree, and
gave him his task; "Now I wish you to collect wood for my fire." she
indicated a piece of brushwood with her foot
"Get to it boy."
On all-fours Matto crawled to the closest bit of wood.
"Kiss it and then pick it up. It is wood for the fire of your
Mistress." Ban****ra barked a direction.
Matto bent down pressing his lips to the dusty wood and with his hand
went to pick it up.
"No, no stupid slave," Ban****ra said sharply tapping him on his
exposed rear with the butt of her knife. "As a Panther Girl's slave
boy, you must pick up the wood between your teeth."
Humiliated at the task, she had set him and also for not realising her
intended ridicule; Matto put his head down to the side and picked up
the wood, tasting dirt in his mouth. He looked up, the wood holding
his mouth widely open, looking up at his nemesis.
Smiling Ban****ra looked down at her kajirus, before turning on her
heels and walking away, beckoning to him with her finger playfully.
Matto followed, her obedient pet, as she indicated where she wanted
her fire, idly pointing her finger. Matto dropped the piece of wood
from his mouth.
"Well done, kajirus." Ban****ra laughed, patting him on the head, "Do
you think you can manage this little job for me?" she patronized.
"Good then you may continue at once, carry on till I order you to
stop."
Obediently Matto set about his task, aware that she was watching him.
She sat down, her back against a tree trunk, resting in the shade.
Well had she humbled him, he thought, defining the relation****p
between them. She had put him in her place with ease, letting him know
that he was truly considered nothing more than an animal, a male slave
and she a woman in control of him. He was at her beck and call, she
was confident enough in her authority over him that she even permitted
him to crawl around, collecting wood for her between my teeth, ****d
and unsecured.
After a while, content that he was performing his task sufficiently,
Ban****ra rose and went hunting.
He noticed her occasionally, as he explored the clearing looking for
wood, but mainly as he returned the sticks and branches, he lost sight
of her movements. He spent the time, pondering his situation,
wondering about escape. As folk law told, and this woman proved,
panther women were terrible, wild and toughly sensuous. A combination
that caused him grave misgivings for his plight, even his survival,
yet at same time, somewhere in his psyche thrilled him in a way no
other woman had ever had.
Finally as he had massed a load of wood over a period of some two ahn,
his keeper reappeared; a captured lizard hung over her shoulder.
"You have done well my ****d pet." Ban****ra said drawing attention to
his obvious ****ity before her, amusingly making him redden. Men make
such delightful slaves she thought. Once clothing was taken away from
a male, the road to cru****ng their male ego was greatly traversed. It
was so easy to make them squirm!
Matto knelt before her, his knees widely spread, holding a piece of
wood still in his mouth. She walked about him tracing the tips of the
strands of her whip across his chest and shoulder blades, causing him
to tremble involuntarily. She took the wood from his mouth, and threw
it towards the fire. Missing, Ban****ra giggled in an imitation of a
pampered city free woman voice, "Whoops, clumsy me, I've messed up
your neat pile, be a pet and put lt on your neat pile."
Cringing with humiliation, for he knew she had missed on purpose, and
was playing with him, Matto crawled to the wood, kissed it, picked it
up with his teeth and tossed it on the fire with a flick of his head.
Ban****ra reclined once more against the tree; indicating he crawl back
to her and kneel before her. "Well done kajirus. You look good,
stripped, performing menial tasks, and you take orders from a woman
well too. But you don't want to be purely a draft slave do you? All
work and no play?"
Unsure of where she was heading with her questioning, Matto blinked,
stuck for words. He could see little of her the glare of the sun upon
in his face. He already knew from experience that she liked to play
games, trick him with the meaning of her words. Unless a response was
required, forced really, he decided his best strategy with this wild
woman was to play dumb.
"Well, let's find out ", she clapped her hands grinning, "You see
slave, Ban****ra has had a tiring trip as you know, running around
killing mighty warriors, capturing booty; that her feet are dirty and
hot. You may remove my sandals boy, need I say, with your teeth."
Matto looked up at her, seeing her amused eyes, before he bent her
feet. Then with his teeth, he struggled, tugging at the leather ties,
squirming in the sand on his belly at her feet. As he struggled, it
infuriated him that she still did not move her feet to help him. In
fact, as he squirmed, she ordered that he should keep his hands at his
sides, or she would bind his wrists to his ankles. Finally, he
succeeded in removing her footwear, baring her feet; as he did, she
wriggled long toes as they escaped the confines of her leather
wrappings that formed her footwear.
Unfortunately, on gaining sight of her bared feet, after being
tantalised by her body, Matto felt a tightening between his thighs.
She was high in-stepped, and her toenails were to perfection of any
kajiria. His mind momentarily returned to the status of a free male
and he lustfully admired her feet as a Gorean male.
"Start with my left foot", she commanded bringing him back to the
reality of a woman's slave, rubbing the rough pads of her barefeet in
his face. "Chin chin, begin boy and no hands!''
Without more ado, knowing hesitancy angered her, Matto bent over,
taking her big toe into his mouth, tasting the pungent smell of foot
sweat and leather; timidly he ran his tongue about her toe. He was
surprised how hot the flesh of her feet was. He was in a heady, lusty
place of the unknown, fearful, yet aroused, ****d with a woman but for
the first time serving her rather than the other way round. A lustful
desire for her took over his body and mind, despite his better
judgement and hatred for how she treated him.
"Do not leave any grains of sand kajirus, for you will be beaten for
such an indiscretion." Ban****ra said, enjoying her role as instructor
of fresh slave meat. Before they were broken, one time free males made
for the best entertainment she knew in life.
Driven by the heat of his lust, Matto ran his tongue over every nook
and cranny he could reach, his mouth full with toes, a woman's toes,
dirty jungle floor toes, his mistress' toes.
"Do not drool over my feet slave; make the general cleansing and
soothing of my feet, a sensuous pleasure for me." Ban****ra gasped,
amused at the intense look on the boy's face as he tried to
concentrate on his task and listen to her directions, while dealing
with the very public and obvious awakening of his slave heat.
Matto tried something different; he nibbled at the tips of her toes,
making her giggle. Encouraged, he thus served each of her toes,
accepting and enjoying his task, his tongue cleaning, where the dirt
gathered between her toes and under her toenails.
As he moved onto the soles and pads of her feet, Ban****ra ordered him
to lie on his side.
"Well kajirus, there is life in you indeed!" she exclaimed, teasing,
poking the butt of her whip at his jutting manhood. Despite the tight
bindings, it stood out, engorged with his lust for her feet.
Matto moaned, looking up. Blinking as sand stuck to his forehead and
eyebrows fell across his face.
"No! Don't you stop now, you can't expect pleasure without a little
suffering and for boy slaves, it means life within a manhood restraint
of some kind. Continue with your footwork, the tight bindings will
give you reason to control your male lust. But I must say, what a
contrast from this morning, Ban****ra is impressed. From small acorns
do mighty oaks grow indeed. It will be a special occasion indeed when
I decide to unleash it."
Matto was glad that as he served her feet, he no longer had to look
her directly in the eye as she mocked and discussed his base reactions
brought upon by the sight and service of her barefeet.
When he commenced upon her right foot, Ban****ra rested her other
barefoot that his tongue had just cleaned upon his shoulders, partly
because she could and partly not to get it sandy again straight away.
"You ran well boy, not many that I have run down have such stamina, I
like male slaves with stamina." she said grinning.
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Finally he finished, and Ban****ra inspected her feet, "You have done
incredibly well my aroused pet, for a first timer. Ban****ra will not
beat you, not yet anyway."
Matto knelt before her; glad he no longer had his mouth full of her
toes, embarrassed that he had become so turned on just by serving her
barefeet with his tongue.
She stood up and placing her barefeet fully in the sand, the barefeet
that he had just laboured over, to remove all traces of sand and dirt,
and wriggled her toes feeling the sand ooze between them.
After all his hard work, his blood began to boil at his careful work
ruined, but then to Matto's complete astonishment, before his anger
got him into trouble, she removed her skins before him. Was she
tormenting his already juicing cock further? Sand stuck about his
cock, where pre-orgasmic juices had run and run from his time serving
her barefeet. Matto knelt, his manhood sticking up between my spread
knees, gazing at her beauty as she revealed her self fully.
"Some times I wish I was a slave like you, as I get so hot in my
skins, then I could go about **** and be cool." she commented as if to
herself.
Letting her skins fall to the sand Ban****ra sat cross-legged before
him, then, leaning forward she took hold of his hard manhood, between
her fingertips.
Matto jerked at her touch.
Expecting his reaction, Ban****ra ignored his minor indiscretion, as
she began to study her fresh meat kajirus' full arousal, "Don't fret
my little vulo, Ban****ra will cir***cise you neatly, I am well
practised. See here, the inner and outer layers of your foreskin flesh
will be cut and removed, then I, Ban****ra will stitch the raw edges
together. You will experience swelling at first, and not a little pain
but the pain should go in a week or so, and after a month or so I will
bet you will be sure enough begging to be permitted release, Ban****ra
promises you!'
Matto trembled as she traced her nail around the head of his pulsing
manhood. Sweat ran down his brow as he imagined the pain of what she
described. Why oh why had he ever wanted to have a panther girl for a
slave, surely it would have been as to take a viper to his furs.
"Sometimes when a kajirus is badly cir***cised," she said looking up
into my eyes, ‘It can be so unappealing and then he will be hard to
sell, other than for the galleys." Her finger still toyed with him.
All Matto could do was whimper, as he struggled to comprehend what she
intended for him and trying not to come between her fingers at the
same time. He knew she was not even trying to arouse him, she was
simply examining him, but after having been around her body and having
served for a long time at her feet, it was all he could do to hold on;
for as he knew unauthorised relief would surely earn him a severe
beating, even if were his mistress who made him come.
He felt her hand move down to his balls, which were hanging low in the
heat, she took them gently but firmly in her hand, feeling and
squeezing.
She looked up and saw the worry in his face. Laughing she said, "Do
not worry slave Ban****ra will not hurt them, I am only testing your
firmness."
Sure enough she let his balls hang free again without any pain caused
to them, and with her index finger traced a line up the stem of his
*****, to the tip, over the slit and back down again. "This
embarr***** you doesn't it boy," she laughed at his misery again," I
find that good, I enjoy making male slave's serve at my feet and then
inspecting how much their service of me has aroused them. You are not
big but you are sufficient, and vital." She continued to caress him,
fondling and squeezing. Matto's manhood recommenced secreting his
slave oil, which she used to lubricate her fingertips and worsen his
plight.
Matto squirmed under her touch, moving his hips away. "Keep still
slave!" she ordered sharply.
Finally, she took hold of him firmly and rose, bringing him up with
her, holding him thus she led him over to the water. "Get in to the
water and wash yourself, you stink of sweat and you are covered in
dirt and sand."
Matto stepped into the cool water of the stream and submerged himself.
His manhood soon shrunk. "Be quick boy do not dally." she ordered as
she observed his actions as he washed and rinsed his body.
Ban****ra allowed him to walk out of the water rather than crawl, so
that sand did not stick to his wet body. "Place your hands upon your
head, and spread your feet apart." she ordered.
Matto obeyed. Approaching him, she took hold of his limpness, cupping
it, along with his tight balls in her palm. Checking it was still
secure within her bindings, she patted it reassured, and then looking
up at his face, standing close, very close and intimidating, said,
"You have more work to do boy."
With casual ease, she bound his hands behind his back, and by the
loose skin of his foreskin led him over to discarded footwear and
furs. "Whilst I prepare my meal, something which in due course will be
your duty; you will make yourself useful. Wipe and then clean my
footwear and furs, removing all dirt and any burrs."
"Oh yes, in case you still need to be told, use only your tongue and
teeth, kajirus. And boy, I like to have the fur all in the same
direction."
Matto looked up in shock and horror, how could she debase him so,
looking at her he saw the mockery in her eyes again, willing him to
protest futilely, but amusingly. He didn't, instead he gritted his
teeth, unwilling to concede to her the pleasure or an excuse to punish
him.
He hated her and his condition of a male slave to women then with a
furious frustration. He began his task, with his teeth working out
tassels in the fur, long did he service her clothing; long before he
was finished he smelt the delights of a roasting lizard. His back,
neck, and jaw muscles ached terribly as he strained and stretched to
reach all of the nooks in the fur. Almost gratefully he dropped to his
belly on the sand to commence licking, sucking and chewing at the dirt
matted about her sandals.
She had been satisfied with his tongue service of her feet, but still
she commanded him to her furs, really showing him, his position in
life, a male slave in the control of women. At least he did not find
himself aroused this time, he thought bitterly! At least the dirt and
sand could be spat out, rather than swallowed as had been required in
the service of her feet.
As he neared the end of his toil he sensed the woman watching over
him, but he dared not look up, but he could hear and smell her
munching on some meat. Finished he knelt up and saw her, still ****,
stroking a breast, looking down at him smiling, "Are you sure you have
finished slave?"
Swallowing Matto whimpered once.
With her finger Ban****ra indicated that he should approach, on his
knees shuffling in the sand he did so. She indicated areas of her furs
where she considered he had not cleaned or untangled sufficiently.
With all the places indicated, Ban****ra turned to him and simply
said," You should not be so confident, ever slave. Now for each of
these lapses in the task I set you, Ban****ra will whip you."
Matto trembled genuinely in fear.
"You are a kajirus, such slights will not be tolerated, when you have
actually finished, approach me at my fire on your belly." Matto
whimpered, infuriated once again, nothing had been wrong with his
work, she had just been revealing her authority over him, and that her
whim, that of a woman's was final when it came to a male slave that
was her property. Knowing he could do nothing but do as she had
ordered, Matto went to each place that she had indicated and licked,
sucked and chewed at them once more.
Finally, crawling in the sand he approached her on his belly,
stopping, as her barefeet came into sight. He knelt, reluctantly
splitting his thighs.
For a time Ban****ra ignored him, until nearly half an ahn later she
simply told him to remind her, to beat him, in the morning. Still
chewing on some lizard meat, she eyed him for a while, enjoying his
clear discomfort and flushed state at her silence and roving eyes over
his body.
"Did you wash out your mouth before you approached me slave?" she
asked randomly.
His heart jumped, she hadn't told him to do so, he knew hadn't
forgotten. He whimpered twice.
"Stupid, stupid slave."
Matto cringed in the sand at her feet at he wrath.
"Go now and be quick, but thorough slave." she bellowed at him.
Hurrying as quickly as one can hurry on their belly, Matto crawled
back to the stream, and did as he was commanded.
"Did you piss?"
He whimpered twice.
"Good boy, see you are not a stupid boy. To piss, a slave boy must ask
a woman's permission."
"Would you like to ask my permission?"
Humiliated, Matto whimpered once.
Startling him, she jumped up, crouching beside him. She took hold of
his manhood, holding him between her fingers and thumb. "Your Mistress
allows you to piss boy."
Uneasiness flooded Matto, although he needed to go, he had never been
held or watched by anyone before. Nothing happened and she gave him a
light shake. He regulated his breathing and finally a trickle came,
before his full flow; which she directed around and around with the
glee of a child with a new toy. Matto was surprised when she even gave
him an expert shake and squeezed out the last drops.
Back before him, she indicated that he should kneel up off of his
heels. Under her gaze he soon reddened, as her eyes roved his ****d
body again. "I expect your body would be found pleasing by some women,
I myself would certainly use you but keep you no." Ban****ra told him
frankly shaking her head. "When was the last time you were had by a
woman?"
Matto whimpered 24 times for 24 days.
"I thought so," Ban****ra continued her frank discussion, "When
Ban****ra inspected your stones earlier. Anyway it matters not, come
closer boy, sit down on your arse and place your feet either side of
me."
Obeying, Matto sat spreading his legs widely before her, exposing
himself up close and personal.
For a while she simply ate, watching him further. Then, holding out
her fingers thick with the grease of her food, she beckoned him
forward.
Matto gathered what was expected of him. He had done just the same
with many a slave girl. He leaned forward and slowly and carefully
showing his respect began to lick and such her fingers clean.
Savouring the taste of her smokey food, from the juices, grease and
grime upon her fingers, his stomach rumbled with hunger. Ban****ra
warned him to keep still.
Puzzled, until he felt her bare toes slip beneath his balls. Matto
almost forget his task at hand and went to look at what she intended,
before remembering her warning. He did not look down but kept sucking
her fingers, cleaning them, as he felt her wiggle her toes, bouncing
his balls upon her toe tips. Never had he felt so vulnerable.
"Anything to say kajirus?" she said again mocking him, trying to spark
him into anger.
Matto, his mouth full of her fingers whimpered twice.
"Good" she laughed, withdrawing her hands.
Ban****ra then lifted his left foot into her lap and began to study it,
with a long fingernail; she caressed the sole of his barefoot, running
her nail from his heel to the pads of his toes.
Matto squirmed for it was so ticklish; but quickly she ordered him to
be still; threatening him with being gelded then and there. Needless
to say, he strained to keep still as she enjoyed her torment of him by
her continued caressing of his sole. It was all he could do not to
pull his foot away from her grasp. But she required of her slave that
he remain still, his balls resting upon her toes and at stake in case
he did not.
Tiring of her tickle tortures, Ban****ra rose. Throwing the remainder
of the lizard carcass in the sand at her feet, she indicated he could
eat. As he pounced ravenously upon her leftovers, she took herself off
to perform her own ablutions.
Returning, she kicked him from the carcass, onto his back. With
practised ease she staked out his ankles, bending provocatively over
him, letting her breast brush his cheeks and chest.
Secured, matto watched her jump up and go to the packs. She returned
with a skin, another part of her loot. Pulling the stopper open
between her teeth, Ban****ra took a long drink, then laughing, wine
spilling from her lips, she knelt between his split thighs and howled
to the three moons.
Taking another swig, she bent down, forcing her mouth onto his,
forcing his open and poured the contents form her mouth down his
throat.
Matto spluttered, choking at the rich red wine. Before he could
recover, she had the skin at his lips and he was consuming more wine.
Then, having been considerate to easing his nerves, Ban****ra moved up
his body, crouching over his face and began his first of many lessons
of the art of a male slave serving his mistress with his tongue.
Much later that night, when she finally ceased her games with his body
and mind, he slept in the open, hog tied between the fire and the feet
of his mistress. Despite his bound state, vulnerability to the
elements and the unknown of the morrow, he slept well from his
labours.
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