Chapter 1: Return to Ashtarak

I consign my soaking wet travelling robe to the wagon holding my small bag of belongings. I left Bolnisi with very little in the way of possessions. The heavy storms over the last few days, and Mikheil’s refusal to order his caravan to stop and take shelter, has meant that everyone is drenched. Our progress has slowed to a crawl by the muddy road. I’m not the only one who is stripped to the barest minimum of clothing in the hot humid weather. I notice that several of the caravan guards and porters are sneaking glances at my exposed body and playing with their cocks. Even though I’m a free woman now, I’ve spent too many years as a slave to feel any embarrassment at their blatant sexual overtures. I’m used to wearing nothing but a loin cloth in all weathers. I encourage their implied offer of sex, but the men are too busy keeping the animals moving along the treacherous road to find the time to do more than admire me.

The caravan is brought to a halt by a fallen tree across the road. Mikheil orders some slaves to clear the tree out of our path. The rest of us take the opportunity for a much needed break. I find a tree that offers a bit of shelter from the rain, and wait. That’s when two of the porters pluck up the courage to do more than admire me.

“Tits like that deserve to be touched,” says one of the porters to his comrade as he approaches me.

“Yeah, just looking at them makes my rod start throbbing,” replies the other.

“Are you two just going to compare the size of your cocks, or are you intending to do something about it?” I ask before they lose their courage.

Most caravan masters prohibit their porters and slaves from any sexual activity while the caravan is between cities. However, Mikheil isn’t very strict about such matters. After stripping myself almost naked, I’m hardly in a position to complain if the men desire to exercise their cocks. In reality, I’m just as eager for sex as these two men.

We don’t have a lot of time, and the surroundings are uncomfortable. I’ve had sex in numerous situations, and in many different positions, so I’m not put off by the less-than-ideal environment. What follows can only be described as a couple of ‘quickies’. Both men provide a limited amount of foreplay, followed by my innards receiving three or four hard thrusts from their cocks. A minute later their cum is shot over my tits. I don’t achieve an orgasm, but the sensation of a cock reaming my innards satisfies my immediate needs. We return to the caravan a few minutes later, ready to resume our journey. Much to the men’s disappointment, I wrap a shawl over my shoulders to hide my tits as we approach the city.

There are a dozen wealthy families who collectively govern every aspect of city life. The five aldermen who form the city council are all appointed from the wealthiest of those families. My father’s legal wife, Lady Gülnihal, descends from one of those families, although it is several generations since one of her forebears was an alderman. My father ranks in the next tier of twenty or so families who are prosperous merchants and tradesmen. Theoretically any free male citizen can be appointed an alderman, but the bribes and favours expected from the cabal of wealthy families are invariably beyond the means of the general populace. My father’s political power, such as it is, stems from his position as city warlord rather than as owner of a large caravanserai.