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The following story is about an earth girl, Sophie, who, after a hard day in her Central New York office, finds herself inexplicably transported to Gor – not that she knows where she is at first. All she knows is that she is partly naked and being hounded by a group of young warrior men.
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Tarl L’Huntre.
Sophie dragged herself up the short grassy mound and stretched her beautiful long limbs. The air was getting colder and she cursed the bastards who were chasing her. She was confused by her circumstances and scared, very, very scared. Standing stock still in a small clearing Sophie looked around. It was quiet; there was no sound at all. Then, suddenly, the whole was alive. Sophie was nearly sick when she heard voices close by. A voice in her head snapped her out of her reverie as it shouted;
RUN!
And run she did.
Several minutes later Sophie stood panting, a lone figure by a wide stream. As soon as she had heard the shouts she had run in the opposite direction as fast as she could. Not stopping to look behind her she had set off at a pace hard, scared for her very life. Despite her obvious concern Sophie was still a picture of female beauty, her neck slim and graceful and her face, with its pouting mouth and pert nose, was framed by long tresses of dark hair that hung to below her shoulders clinging to her face and neck.
Only hours before she had collapsed exhausted on her living room sofa, now she was here, wearing only her T shirt and underwear and being chased by a lust hungry mob shouting at her in a strange language. She had seen from a short distance the men who hounded her. They were large, warrior like, with long hair and huge bodies and they hunted in packs. A hunting party is what they must have been. Hunting what? Girls?
For some crazy reason she started to think about Josh. She did not have time for this but her mind was wandering and she thought how, when they had first met, he had noticed her eyes. Brown and almond shaped, they had a wide innocence about them, the long curling lashes fluttering in a manner that made her seem at the same time vulnerable and alluring yet still almost virgin like.
Josh – how she wished he was here with her, wherever here was.
She surveyed the scene before her. The banks of the river were steep and precarious, and she realised that she would not be able to reach its waters from where she was. The loud crazed voices were only a short distance away. She began to search for somewhere that would give her safe access across the stream.
She followed its edge for some distance, until at last she found a spot where the bank had crumbled and she was able to climb down to the water. Sophie scrambled down to the stream's edge. It was shallow near to the bank and she stepped in, the delicious cool feel of the water like balm on her tired feet.
Sophie remained there for some time, splashing with her hands and feet and wetting her face with the refreshing water. Scooping up soaking wet handfuls Sophie drank it greedily and gratefully. She strode in deeper until the water reached her groin.
What Sophie really desired, though, was to immerse herself completely. Despite the recent drop in temperature she still felt sweaty and dirt covered. Did she dare do it here? Did she have the time? She looked around. The spot she was in was quite secluded, surrounded by trees and bushes, and, if anything, such an action might help put her pursuers off the scent. Sophie wondered where her pursuers were for she could hear no sounds or shouts.
In a moment she had decided. Reaching behind her Sophie took hold of the hem of her T shirt, slipped the garment off, and stood clad in only her bra and g-string. Taking a further surreptitious glance about her, she unclipped the bra, slid it down her arms and tossed it aside. Her gorgeous breasts were firm and beautifully formed with red nipples hard and erect.
Sophie hooked her thumbs into her small knickers and slipped them down with a single, graceful movement. She tossed them aside and stood for a moment, magnificent in her nakedness, her sex prominent below the thin shaved line of dark hair, her curvaceous rear now fully revealed. Sophie ran her hands over her skin, enjoying the silky feel beneath her fingers. Her clothes lie on the dry bank and she waded back over to them and covered them in foliage for retrieval once her short interlude was over.
Sophie hesitated for a moment, then, in a sudden illogical concession to modesty, she pulled her panties back from the bundle, and put them back on. Once more she stepped down the bank and slid into the cold water, allowing it to cover her legs and lap about her thighs.
A movement in the grass beside her caught her eye, and she gave a sudden scream, the sound stifled by her hand almost as soon as it left her lips. She stared at the spot on the riverbank.
The grass moved again, then, to her relief, a small leem hopped out, gazing inquisitively about.
But the fright had been enough to take her thoughts back to why she was really here.
“There she is, the annoying little Sleen,” Sophie heard the cry.
“Shit!” she remarked and, dragging her feet out of the water, Sophie set off to run once more. A quick glance told her that the band of men was not far away and she felt panic rise from the pit of her stomach.
Having left her bra and T shirt behind on the banks of the stream Sophie was clad only in her g-string which now clung soaked to her skin, outlining her vaginal lips clearly.
Sophie was panting heavily as she ran for her life. She glanced over her shoulder every so often to gauge how near to her the hunting party was.
She was running as fast as exhaustion and blistered feet would allow. They
had been right behind her, although, momentarily, she no longer heard the shouts and cries from the lead members of her would be captors. Turning slightly to see if they were close, she inadvertently tripped on a stone and tumbled down a small grassy hill, landing face-down into a pair of dark animal skin boots.
With her heart in her throat Sophie gradually lifted her head and began to gaze along the body attached to the boots. A pair of strong legs naked up to the groin whereupon the man wore armour covered cloth over his loin. He carried a spear had a muscle bulging, good looking body, and, it occurred to Sophie, a clear desire to fuck her senseless!
Sophie wheezed for breath after running nearly non-stop for what seemed like hours. The forest was cloaked in a dim light, the once comforting wild life sounds and the gentle rustling of the undergrowth becoming shrill and ominous.
"Welcome, Kajira, to our planet!"
His planet, what the fuck did he mean? What was Kajira?
Sophie glanced around her as the rest of the group closed in. She was surrounded.
"Let me go, please." Sophie pleaded with her captors. All that she saw was a group of young men ready to subject her to their every sexual whim.
"Kajira, Bara!” One of the lead men shouted at her.
“I don’t understand,” cried Sophie covering her breasts with crossed arms.
Using the wooden shaft of his spear the young man who had spoken whacked Sophie’s still damp bottom hard...
"AAARGH!"
“One...” he counted.
"OOOOWWW!" he was caning her and it hurt!
Two...
"NOOOO!"
Three...
"PLEA...OOH!"
Four...
"OOHHHH!"
Five...
Sophie's head sunk...the man smirked and grabbed her by the chin...
"You are my bitch now, Kajira ...so be good, obey, and your body will know pleasure...disobey, and you will feel pain.”
"Go to He-OOOWWW!!" He smacked her again this time with a leather belt.
”Kajira you are clearly from Earth, so say ‘I am your slave.’”
"No wa-AAAYH!"
"I'm waiting..."
"..I am your...slave"
Sophie choked back tears, as he demanded that she repeat the phrase again only this time louder...
"I am your slave...I am your slave...I am your slave...I am your slave...I
am your slave...I am your slave..."
Slowly Sophie regained enough control to take in her surroundings. All around her were members of the hunting party. She was beginning to realise that they were all young men and clearly, ‘warriors to be’ from some sort of tribe. They were playing a game and she had become their prize.
Shit, she was in big trouble. Several of the more confident young warriors were glaring at her with an intensity that was as frightening as the sensations of desire she sensed emulating from them.
There were many of them surrounding her; eerily moving in on her, several of them stroking an exposed cock as if they were in some sort of weird, very scary ritual. It was clear what would happen. She was overwhelmed by the crude nature of their urges and knew instinctively what they would do to her. She was about to be raped many times over.
"No," She screamed, "Please leave me alone!"
Sophie's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served only to heighten the collective desire confronting her. Aroused by her resistance, the warriors were in no mood to listen to her pleas. Sophie screamed as they advanced.
Two of them grabbed her arms and twisted upwards painfully so that they were cruelly bent behind her back. This position forced her to hold still as another used his long knife to touch Sophie’s perspiring body.
Her large brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the fiercely shaped blade
invaded her low cleavage and came to rest in the deep valley between her
breasts. She inhaled as the sharp edge ran down her body, her aroused nipples erect from fear and an ever rising sense of excitement. Her perfectly shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the men, further enflaming them.
The sharp steel moved lower and lower travelling to just above her flat, trembling stomach and on to her crotch. Sophie held her breath as she felt the blade move under the fine lace hem of her panties and then, with a swift slash it sliced downwards leaving her skin untouched but cutting her underwear in two, revealing a dark line of pubic hair to the watching group.
Taking the shredded material in his fist the knife wielder pulled. Sophie looked up pleading for him not to, but he only smiled before tearing her g-string completely away from her lovely body.
Sophie was held naked; a poor, frightened, cowering girl stripped of her pride and self assurance as well as her clothing.
Each time Sophie felt the cold of the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her.
She shivered, moaning and flinching as the cold steel continued to explore her slender, tanned body.
A third man grabbed her left leg and pulled it wide to expose her pink vaginal lips and prominent clitoris. He began to rub the palm of his hand up and down Sophie’s smooth thigh.
The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way they had
stripped her of her knickers filled Sophie with fear as well as shame. She felt helpless as she struggled against the strong hands holding her.
Never had she felt as vulnerable as she did now, completely at the mercy of the hounding mob. She was still confused as to why she was here, but confusion was playing secondary as an emotion to fear and terror right now!
It was a new sensation for the haughty, highly educated media worker. Accustomed to holding the upper hand, her new helplessness filled her with terror as she realized finally how much her immediate future was in the hands of her captors.
She could sense that there was no mercy shown to her, after all she was their reward it would appear for a successful ‘hunt’. As she looked up into the faces of several other men now approaching her Sophie saw their lewd smiles. They reached out and pawed at her naked body.
"No! ...I will not...you can’t........leave me alone you… you... Animals! ...you...are, please have mer...no, pleeeeeeease, leave me alone!"
"Shut her up!" ordered the largest of the men.
Upon hearing this, another man picked up Sophie’s shredded panties from the grassy floor and stuffed them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man gripped her long, dark hair in his fists he secured the torn fabric by using a strip torn from a bandanna. Sophie shook her head frantically now very effectively gagged.
Seconds later the furious but now panic stricken Sophie had her arms also secured together behind her back with new white rope at her wrists and at her elbows. The men let go of their captive and stood back to admire their handiwork.
Sophie was left standing, naked, at the centre of a circle of huge male warriors and with her hands tied and her mouth gagged by her own panties. She was scared witless but through the mists of fear she could sense a faint taste of her own sex from the underwear in her mouth and a developing arousal in the pit of her stomach
Sophie’s long dark hair hung loose around her face as she turned first one
way then another in a desperate search for the nonexistent escape route. Her breasts swayed with each turn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her large, brown eyes pleaded silently with the group surrounding her.
Then the apparent leader, the man who had ordered her gagged, picked her up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet off the ground as he stared into her pleading eyes where he recognised a mixture of fear and anger. He laughed in her face, and then casually tossed her onto the ground.
Stunned, Sophie lay sprawled on the damp earth. Her legs were splayed out to either side following her being dropped to the ground and her pussy was wide open, gaping and vulnerable.
“Test her,” said one, “we need to know if she is red silk.”
“I hope she is,” said another “as I would prefer to use her well rather than sell her for a good price.”
Sophie heard the sound of much laughter and despite being a little stunned Sophie heard the men converse and was even more confused. What was red silk?
Then, without warning, the apparent leader plunged a huge, long finger between her legs and deep inside her.
“Mmmmmfffpppppppppg!” the gagged captive beauty wailed.
He moved his digit around, circling, feeling, probing and then took it out and held it high to show the others.
“She is red silk, she is ours. We can take her!” the warrior man laughed.
There was much shouting and cheering. Sophie could not interpret the cryptic nature of their language but she could tell that she was about to be raped.
Still laughing, the same man pinned the helpless Sophie onto the floor. Spreading her legs with his own he searched for her soft, pink lips with his long, ridged cock.
Sophie was in no way prepared for this scenario and the shock of the physical assault weakened her mental defences, allowing a new flood of sensations into her mind, making sure that she felt very, very vulnerable.
She tried to protest and shout through the gag, producing a muffled "Ahhh!...noooo!.......mmmmmf, pleaseee...stop...Nooo!"
Tears streamed from her wide, staring eyes as his long, hard knob filled her ever moistening slit. Trapped against the grass, Sophie could only stare up at the grinning face of her attacker as he filled her mind with his overwhelming lust, impaling her on his huge length. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts as they made her lovely breasts move enticingly.
Mindless sounds of fear and suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Sophie lay there struggling under the brutal assault of the tall, muscular male.
"Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...pleaseee...umhhh..."
The huge brute ignored her pleas, smiling as he beat her into submission with his cock.
Sophie could see no alternative to the surrender he demanded; she could
hardly breathe with the pounding he was giving her. Her pussy was being stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced. The party’s leader filled her, forcing the breath, almost the life, out of her.
The feeling of his rigid length battering its way through her sensitive defences heightened Sophie’s sense of impalement and of his cock tearing her apart. She tried to relax herself to accommodate the huge invader, but to no avail. The mental and physical agony seemed to go on forever for the trapped earth girl.
Finally, Sophie felt him cum, a flood of hot liquid filling her with his seed. Experiencing an infinite sense of relief, she felt him withdraw his still hard length from her abused slit. Slowly, his weight left her.
Sophie's relief was short lived. As soon as the first attacker had gone another huge, almost naked man pressed her against the dirt and entered her cum soaked, open cunt. More feelings of savage, lust from the new male attacker filled her confused mind as soon as he entered her.
He fucked her brutally, as his manner had suggested he would. Sophie was sure that he was tearing her insides to pieces; shredding the lining of her pussy despite the lubrication of the first man's sperm.
Harder and harder he fucked the helpless Sophie. Finally, he lifted her in his large arms, holding her suspended on his cock. Using his immense strength, he moved her up and down, letting her own weight drive his shaft deeper.
Sophie tried to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being split in two. Despite her attempts at resistance, he filled her easily, using her slit like a fist to masturbate himself with. Sophie Screamed as her breasts flew up and down from the force of his fucking.
It was inevitable that at some point during her ordeal Sophie would have an orgasm. It was impossible for the repeated stimulation of her body not to produce a level of sensitivity that proved too great. The second man to penetrate her felt this. He could sense Sophie beginning to move more easily under him. He could feel her rising a little more naturally to meet his thrusts and then he could see her arch forwards to meet him as she ground out her overwhelming desire in this most crude of ways.
Sophie was fucked over the edge whilst impaled upon the man's hard, rigid length. Through the misty, climactic state of mind that her orgasm created Sophie heard the group cheer and saw the man riding her punch the air in salute, presumably signalling his prowess as being the one who had made their prize cum.
Soon he too filled her with a large deposit of his seed and, satisfied, he threw her clumsily back onto the ground and to the waiting cock of the next Warrior.
Sophie winced as she landed on her bound arms. She felt a new shaft enter her. It was now more painful because through her climax she had lost some of her natural lubrication. But this was a factor not taken into account by her captors.
Again and again a savage male cock filled Sophie’s pussy as the conflicting sensations of her attackers’ desire and lust concentrated her mind. Finally the exhausted Sophie lay still on the grass. Her pussy open and dripping streams of thick, male juice onto the earth. Her eyes were glazed and confused; she could only moan in pain and humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeated use of her body.
She glanced up and saw one of the group members looking down at her. Without any respite another man, a huge looking brute, approached her. She could see his stiff cock poised and ready as he reached down to explore her stretched, cum soaked cunt with his large hand. She saw him turn up his nose and smile before fingering her untouched arse instead.
Sophie knew what he intended and her eyes opened wide imploring him not to.
He flipped her over onto her stomach and prised her bottom cheeks apart with his hands to reveal the sensitive pink star. This simple act itself was painful enough to Sophie. Then, to the cheers of his companions, he used his thumbs to open her tiny hole and force the large, blunt head of his cock into the puckered opening.
Sophie screamed from beneath the gag as he forced himself into her un-lubricated bottom inch by painful inch until he was lodged halfway into her. Sophie's mind was overwhelmed by the pain; it seemed as if an object the size of a torpedo was forcing its way inside her, tearing her apart.
Sophie ground her face into the grassy floor as the man impaled her further, opening her wide to fit his cock, forcing her to take him. She felt the wiry hair of his groin press against her bottom cheeks. She was totally consumed now and Sophie could not believe that his huge shaft was inside her tiny hole even though the intense pain of her situation convinced her that he definitely was.
He was filling her, making it difficult for her even to breathe especially with the gag still in her mouth. As she desperately gasped for air, a hand reached down tore the strips of cloth from her face, allowing Sophie to spit out her balled up panties and suck in lungs full of air.
Unfortunately it did not take long before another male form appeared at her head, lifting her until a large erect cock forced its way inside her open mouth. Sophie gagged on the rigid length now filling her oral cavity. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head upwards and back to open a passage for him to deep throat her. Forcing her lips wider he pushed his knob deeper, its head scraping against the sides of her throat.
The two men worked in tandem. As one impaled her from behind, the other thrust into her painfully open mouth, trapping her between them and subjecting her to their lust filled whims.
Sophie could not resist; she could only lie between the two of them, drained physically and mentally, cum already dripping in streams out of her well used pussy.
After the first pair had deposited their thick warm spunk into her open mouth and deep into her bowels they slipped away. Immediately a second pair from her group of captors took their places. Sophie could feel the slimy sperm coating her throat and exciting the taste buds in her mouth.
She hated this, but then, a feeling of conflicting emotion made her want more. She wanted to feel another jet of sperm from these large, imposing warrior boys fill her throat, and then another and another.
Her face was forced into the new man's crotch. Sophie greedily took him in, helping him get as deep as he could. Forcing her neck to be as long, for him, as she could, he eased his shaft down her throat.
Sophie was slurping a slick coating of juice from his throbbing length when she gagged and almost choked. Inch by invading inch another cock was ravaging her gorgeous pert bottom. And then she felt it begin to move, piston like, in and out as she was taken from behind once more.
Her anal passage burned with a fire stoked by the pounding she was receiving from the man sodomizing her.
Through it all, her big, brown eyes could only stare hopelessly into the hairy crotch at her head as her long dark hair was gripped tight and used to control her, the cock fucking at her face as if it were a second pink, sensitive vaginal opening.
Her thick, red lips were stretched sexily around the pumping shaft as a result of the mauling the warrior was giving her face. The waiting men could actually see the head of his cock moving along Sophie’s throat, expanding it cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as it forced its way down her gullet.
She felt other hands now; hands running over her breasts and weighing them, squeezing them from underneath, even trying to crush them with strong, hardened fingers. Then she felt a softer touch caressing her turning the harsh, rough treatment she was getting into a warmer, more sensuous experience.
More men took her, delighting in the wet, caresses of Sophie’s tongue and the confining pressure of her throat combined with the tight sheath of her bottom. Now, after she had been sodomized several times her rose hole was slick and far more flexible, though still far smaller than the girth of the lengths of hard male flesh plundering her.
Sophie heard howls of their delight as they rutted into her captive body, trapping it between their thrusts as she screamed and moaned helplessly under them.
Whilst others enjoyed the naked, nubile form of their captive girl, the
leader of the group stood to the side and ate from a bone of raw meat. The sight of her helpless body being impaled by two cocks caused his erection to stir again.
He stared transfixed at her beautiful face, covered as it was with cum. Her eyes, pleading for help, found his, but he simply smiled at the begging face. Enjoying the sight of the proud girl's degradation he shouted encouragement to his companions using her.
The man in her bottom smiled knowingly at his colleague and drove her face even deeper into the other man's crotch by slamming harder and harder into her rear. Until, finally, they too expended their lust.
All of the party attacked her soft white body repeatedly using her
bottom, her pussy, and her mouth as a repository for their lust while others simply pawed at her nudity.
All three orifices dripped streams of thick juice as Sophie lay there helplessly under their attention. Her stomach was full of sperm which she had been forced to gag down in order to breathe, filling her, making her feel bloated. Her lips and chin were also covered with it making the strong taste of cum an overwhelming part of her consciousness. Rivers of it ran from her open pussy and bottom and down her legs to collect on the cold damp grass.
Sophie lost all concept of time; she could only concentrate on trying to endure and take what pleasure she could as she was used mentally and physically countless times. To her dulled mind, the experience seemed to go on forever. Sophie screamed and yelled continuously whilst floating in a sea of cum and pain until suddenly she realized that she no longer felt impaled. The hot throbbing lengths of stiff flesh were gone from inside her and there were no hands on her body. They had finished with her. Or had they?
Her ordeal had been exercised with little dialogue. But now words were again spoken.
“Tie kajira and bring her. She was a red silk slave already and she is the lowest of the low. Come we must pierce her ears and have her taught the ways of a Gorean slave. She must be trained she is on Gor.”
Sophie heard the words but did not know what they meant. She was on Gor. Where the fuck was that?
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