Slaves of Rapiya: Tula's Trick
Copyright© 2003 by Rectus Raypher
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Set in the fantasy counter-earth of Rapiya, Tula's Trick is about the careful manipulation of three slave girls, Tula, Mira and Sipa by their Masters Jason and Marcus.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Reluctant Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Harem Size Slow
Many of Jason's dinner guests, over the months, had been quite amused to see this new tit-rag, since it really worked well on the heavy breasted Tula, making her try extra hard to thrust out her bust. The covering was minimal- the rag ended just below the nipples, leaving the bottom curve of the breasts, and also the sides completely naked. Yet, any girl of course valued the tiniest covering she was allowed; the most pathetic rag was better than nothing, particularly when serving in the presence of guests or walking the streets on an errand, for a Master. Yet the rag was hard to keep in place, and would slip away when a girl bent forwards, or lent sideways and settle in between her breasts leaving them exposed, again.
Tula, who treasured her modesty like other girls, often felt embarrassed when Jason sent her out with a note between her teeth, and her hands tied behind her back, to run some where quickly. Topless, the weighted rag swinging between her full, jiggling breasts, pussy-patch obviously naked and available under her belly rag, she had often been mistaken for 'a stray' who'd been, lost, or thrown out by her Master. Such girls would often walk the street until rounded up by the men of the City-Lord; recollared, they would be put to work cleaning streets and drains and collecting garbage. Some times, a stray might be pretty enough for a second look, and street hooligans would often times would tie up Tula and fuck and beat her for fun before they believed her protestations that she had a Master, and was only out on an errand. And by then, she'd either lost the note, or swallowed it in fright, earning another beating from her Master.
After thinking about it for months on end, Tula had thought up and taught herself a trick. She was really proud of it, since it was the only important thing she remembered working out all on her own after being collared. Usually she felt too confused, and uncertain to think up new things. Tula's trick was this: she would rotate her body slightly to one side, moving forward at the same time, catching the breast rag with a nipple, and then, turning her chest upward with a jerk so that the second weight would fall over to the other breast, anchoring the rag over the entire bust. Now this took many months of practice to get right, but Tula was now so good at it now, that it had become almost unconscious for her. Jason's friend Marcus, had found the slave girl's efforts at modesty most amusing, and had watched closely several times, declared that there were several benefits that he detected in the trick, and said he was going to have his own girl, Sipa, trained to do it,
First, was the benefits of minute and constant attention to posture, that the clothing arraignment seemed to promote, encourage or even enforce in Tula. Every time the girl demurely repositioned her breast cloth, not only did she, just as quickly and eagerly, thrust out her breasts out to keep the rag in place, but would also unbidden and unsupervised pay renewed and extra attention to the other required rules of her posture, which had effect of keeping her looking hot and available. So even as she adjusted her breast rag, Tula would also keep her belly rags smooth and snug on her right thigh and butt cheek, by raising her knot high on the left hip; part, lick and pout her pink glossed lips afresh; toss her blond hair onto her right cheek so that it half covered one eye, and if she was kneeling, as was often the case, ensure that her thighs were well spread, while finally pushing apart her butt cheeks with her heels.
And in addition, to all this, Marcus pointed out, was an added bonus. The entire performance seemed raise Tula's heat. Indeed the breast cloth could only be in place for long, if it rested on hard, aroused nipples --and Tula's were now constant stiff points.
"You mean she thought this tit-move up? asked Jason, "I didn't think the air head could think. Usually everything has to be explained to her five times, and then she is confused again the next day."
Marcus grinned at that, "You know what I tell my bimbo, all the time? Keep your ears away from the wind blondi, or your head will be cleaned out."
"Sipa?" Jason chuckled, and slapped his hands together at the joke, "I can imagine she'd need to do that! Right you are -- but you've got watch out for water too."
"How do you mean?" asked Marcus.
"You'll see," smiled Jason, "lets ask this bimbo."
"Well, Tula you douche if you get fucked don't you?" Asked Jason.
"Yes, Master," nodded Tula eagerly, fingers going absently to her light shiny blond mane, fluffing it, before fingering her collar.
Marcus looked amused.
"Every time?" he ask, as if surprised.
"Yes, Master," nodded Tula again, more subdued now. She seemed worried.
"And how do you douche?"
"I get on my hands and knees and raise my butt..."
Marcus laughed at her.
"But isn't that what you do to get fucked?" he asked still laughing.
"Yes, Master. Usually Master."
"What do you usually do?"
"Raise my butt to get fucked?" Tula trailed off, biting her lip, looking confused. Marcus laughed uproariously.
"Don't confuse her now," said Jason, shaking a finger at Marcus in mock warning, "Tula, we are talking about what happens after you get fucked, OK?"
"Yes, Master"
"Imagine you've been fucked, right, and you are full of cum. What have I told you to do?"
"Douche, Master."
"Right, good girl. Tell us how you douche."
"I raise my butt..."
"Look girl, you've been fucked in cunt, not in the asshole, OK"
"Yes, Master. Sorry Master. I raise my cunt up to the nozzle in the wash-room, Master."
"For the water to squirt in, right?"
"Yes, Master. So that nozzle goes right in. It goes right into my pussy, and then the water squirts, and then I push it out, Master. Three times." Tula looked worried, wondering if she hadn't been doing this right She opened her mouth as if to say something.
Jason turned to Marcus ignoring her. "Well, every time the bimbo does that she's washed her brains out too," he laughed. "The water goes right through from cunt to her little air filled head." He shook his head. and sobered up still grinning. "But she managed work out this tit move. I wonder how," Jason shrugged, "I supposed it came naturally."
He grinned at Tula, with his eyes locked on her stiff nipples "A sly little slut, aren't you?" he asked.
Tula looked down, the blood rushing to face, eyes watering to be so described by Jason, but feeling even more humiliated by the throbbing of her nipples, and tingling of her slit that his gaze provoked.
Jason reached out with hand and ran his thumb on the crease between her folded calf and thigh. Tula shuddered sharply at the touch, and stifled a moan. "I think you are right about her. She is really in heat; probably dripping on to the carpet. He laughed again, " She is a 'tit-slut, ' it is she? Just as that free high-lord's daughter we met the other day was a 'face slut.'"
It was Marcus ' turn to be amused. "That is a good one, " he said "Tula the tit-slut and Aparana the face-slut." They both laughed.
Mira who had been watching Tula's humiliation with concealed pleasure up until now, waited silently, until they finished, and then, unable to hold herself in any longer, said, softly but audibly, "Tula, you are such a slut!" She looked at Tula carefully, dark eyes moving on her heavy, jiggling breasts, and smirked.
Mira had weighed her words carefully to keep to her place as a slave. She hadn't joined in with men when they had laughed at the free woman at the same time as Tula, for free women were infinitely above her. Nor had she laughed with Jason at Tula's stupidity or responsiveness; to laugh together one's Master, or any man for that matter could well be taken as a sign of uppitiness. Nor had she addressed her remark to one of the men, for a slave girl never speaks before a man with out asking permission. Instead she had echoed Jason, spoken softly, also turning her head to Tula, while using her name, so that the men would recognizing the comment for what is was--just one girl being bitchy to another. And Mira had been simmering with resentment after Tula had been nasty to her a few minutes before. All Mira had done was spill a drop of wine from the rim of a bottle on to thick, soft rug. "Oh Mira, " Tula had exclaimed in the superior voice she often used with her "try not be so clumsy, and remind me later to train you pour wine." Mira had seethed, but seeing Jason' sharp eye on her, had just simpered and pouted like the clumsy bimbo Tula had made her out to be. Lowering her eyes, she said softly, "Thank you sister, I'd be grateful to be taught."
Marcus had noticed too and had grinned to Jason, "The new girl keeps Tula catty, doesn't she."
"Oh, yes. They are both quite snippy to each, at time. It is their natural female bitchiness, I suppose, goaded on by the little frustrations and petty resentments that build up in a kennel. Even trivial, things set them off" He chuckled.
"Of course, even before I got Mira, Tula would get bitchy with other girls. Remember how she snapped at your slut, Sipa, when you brought her over once?"
"Oh yes" remembered Marcus. "I think she has a bit of a bitchy side. Of course, they are so well matched." He and Jason had got Sipa and Tula together, at the same sale; they had even looked alike.
Jason agreed, nodding. "But it has been really good for Tula, to be kenneled with Mira." He looked at his slave, making sure she was listening, as she lifted the meat platter to Marcus. "She was getting rather complaisant, I thought. Now there is new eagerness, and real focus when she serves." He grinned, and flexed his toes in soft, alligator skin boots. "It shows on my boots."
Tula lowered the platter, her small hands trembling as her eyes went down to her Master's boots, blushing softly.
"Of course she is far more high strung, tense and anxious than she was before. I certainly have been slapping her more; and I expect the both bitches have been sniffing, nipping, and clawing at each other in the kennel quite a bit, but then..." he shrugged, as Marcus grinned.
"Oh that'll make her so much more feminine, " Marcus added. "another girl sniffing, and nipping at her pussy-patch reminds her that she has to try harder. A girl like Tula needs that. She'll bite back at the cunt, and get insecure and high-strung, but she will have to figure, how can I be a better slave? She'll feel tense, and be up nights, sleeping less, but why would that really matter?" He grinned. "She'll wake up feeling worthless more often now, and that will make her a better slave for sure."
"She has certainly being tearing up more since I got Mira, " Jason smiled, watching Tula's lower lip tremble, and her eyes wetten slightly.
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