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It was near dawn and the first hint of the new day streaked the low eastern sky with the barest touch of a lighter blue as a solitary figure made its way down to the docks, passing crates of supplies and goods covered with canvas tarpaulins and lashed down against the weather. The docks were wet, having been lashed with rain during the night, but the clouds had moved off to the south during the early morning and already the breeze was warm and brisk, carrying the promise of summer still over a month away. The river was still and empty, and the silence was broken only by the soft slap of the man's sandals against the wooden planks as he approached the pier where the barges were anchored. He was dressed in a woolen tunic against the night's chill, but he was already regretting it as sweat began to bead at his forehead. A wide leather belt circled his waist, holding a large belt pouch and at his left hip a straight-bladed sword of Northern make that had seen much service, and the distinctive lobed pommel was well-worn and polished with years of use. A light cloak had circled his shoulders, of nondescript brown, but he had long since removed it and it now hung draped over his left arm. The folds of the cloak almost, but not quite, obscured a patch sewn onto the cloak over the right shoulder, a patch showing the distinctive heraldry of the House of Willows.
The man's name was Valgardr, but everyone just called him Val. He was, at 29 years of age, the owner and operator of the House of Willows, and rather profitable exporting business for the city of Arret, some fifty miles to the north of the nearest human settlement - Chateau Montblanc, ruled over by the Duchess Julia ap Montblanc, and twenty miles up a cold mountain tributary. Further south the winding river valley opened up into lush plains and rolling hills filled with the villages and farms of the southern Queen whose uniquely decadent and sensual Court had been the subject of much speculation, rumor, and legend even this far north.
Val was not overly large, but was well-muscled and solid, and his time on the river each summer left him with a deep tan that even now, after a cruelly cold winter, had yet to fade completely. His hair was a rich auburn, left long and loose down his back and gathered at his temples into two braids which met behind his head and joined there into one. He had woken this morning early, before the third hour, and had came down to the docks to finish the preparations on his merchant barge, the Esmer. Today was the first run south of the season, and he had wanted enough to make sure everything was in place, and comfortable for his cargo, that he had left the warmth of his bed and the arms of his lovely wife, Thyri, to come down to the Esmer himself instead of sending a subordinate. He turned onto the Esmer's loading ramp at the end of the pier - a sign of the trading power of the House of Willows that his barges were always the first to leave - and stepped up onto the deck, walking around the barge and assuring himself that everything was neat and trim before unlocking the cargo doors and heading belowdecks.
Val had, two years ago, personally supervised the trade run south, and had been invited up to the Chateau by personal invitation of the Duchess Julia when they had stopped there on their return north. His head still swam with the sexual intoxication of the place, and the things he had seen .....he had been unmarried then, and one of the Castle Ladies had been "assigned" to him to give him the tour while waiting on his audience with the Duchess. He had been pleasantly surprised to discover her name was Thyri, and she was from the North like him, but her family had moved south following the death of her father to live with her cousin in the lands of the Duchess. Her father had been a Jarl, and his business connections had ensured her a place at Julia's Court. In fact, she told him, it was on her suggestion that Julia add Chateau Montblanc into the trade routes, and the Duchess had personally funded the expensive system of locks that allowed river travel up the mountain tributary to Chateau Montblanc, situated on the mountain ridge high above the piers below.
Val had been instantly smitten with the tall, blonde Thyri, and spent an additional two days at Chateau Montblanc - two days and nights of unrelenting sexual tension and frustration, with Thyri always there to show him around. The meeting with the Duchess had went very well, with Julia giving Val exclusive trading rights with Montblanc, as well as contracts for certain goods and services. It had taken him the better part of two years to complete the terms of one of those contracts, but with Thyri at his side as the Duchess' liason, he had been very successful, and that contract was the reason for this barge. Thyri had accepted his offer of marriage, and she was as much in love with him as he was with her. The nights were unbridled and full of passion, and he and Thyri were in bed together as much as they were working together. Her favorite thing in bed was to ride his face as he licked her close to an orgasm and then to have him flip her over and plunge inside her as she knelt on all fours in front of him.She had moved back to Arret with him, and still served as liason between the businesses of Arret and Montblanc, arranging for subcontracts between them and the House of Willows to effect delivery. Val's fortunes had increased tenfold, and the House of Willows controlled the largest block of votes on Arret's High Council now. As the wealth of Willow had grown, so too had the town.
Val smiled to himself as he thought how far he had come in the last two years, and how this barge would complete the initial delivery of his last contract with Duchess Julia, a contract that would be the most lucrative of all. Thyri had been in charge of selecting the "cargo" for this barge, and had assembled its first shipment carefully over the last eighteen months. He stepped down the stairs into the dimness of the hold and walked down the central aisle. A faint light was now creeping in through the deck vents, high up along the walls, and Val let his eyes adjust to the dark hold. To either side of the aisle were long benches or pews, ten feet long with twenty such to each side, and each bench would seat five people for a total of two hundred. But the benches were not plain - each seating position was outfitted with devious looking stocks and restraints for the shipment of human cargo - sensual pleasure slaves. Once in position the slave would be held by ankle, wrist, and neck stocks, and completely naked other than a blindfold, a gag, and a cunningly designed chastity belt to preclude any sexual relief until they were delivered to the Duchess. And even then, Val thought, it might be a while before they were permitted satisfaction. The belts were laid out on the benches, alternating between male and female, awaiting their wearers. Thyri had carefully screened hundreds of willing submissives, and had hand-picked two hundred of the most responsively helpless ones for this initial run. Those slaves had reported to the House of Willows three nights ago, and Val could only admire the way his wife and her all-female team had quickly handled them, ordering them to strip and kneel. They had been divided into groups of twenty and collared, their collars part of a coffle chain. Val had seen little of their initial orientation to the realities of their new life, as it would be for the next three years, but Thyri came in every night after the slaves were all locked in their cages with a hungry, almost predatory gleam in her eyes, and she was naked and on top of him before he even knew it, ripping at his clothes and pushing him onto the bed. The sex was better than it had been in weeks, what with Thyri having so much to do just screening the applicants they hadn't had much time together until now. She had had an almost dominating attitude with him during the last three nights, and he remembered the way she had commanded the slaves at Montblanc. He shuddered in arousal as he again felt her on top of him, riding him, making him come for her - and just last night she had gripped his wrists, pinning him to the bed as he orgasmed underneath her - and then she had slid up to his face and made him lick her, finishing her off and cleaning her out.
Val walked over to the first bench, looking down at his design. He had made the bench in such a way that a circular area of the seat under the slaves' bottom was hinged and could be dropped down and swung up out of the way. Val knew she had treated him the same way she had treated the slaves at Montblanc, but couldn't bring himself to get mad - deep down it had excited and thrilled him to the quick. In the last two years Thyri had been far too busy with him and with her duties to Julia to think much about herself, but the presence of the slaves had woken something dormant inside her, and he had gotten a glimpse of that last night. Behind the bench were a series of small cabinets, one for every seat and part of the bench back, with a slave hood, ballgag, and a selection of five sizes of anal plugs stored inside them. That had been Thyri's request, and he had incorporated it into the benches.
Val stood in front of the bench, looking down at the way the stocks were hinged and could be slid back out of the way and into cunningly designed recesses in the benches between each seat, able to be stored within reach when not in use. The stocks themselves came together with two pins that fit into matching holes and latched inside the stock. Only by pressing and holding a release button on the top of each stock, well out of the way of a slaves' hands, could the pins be released, and the same mechanism had been used for the ankles and neck as well. the benches themselves had been delivered over the past three nights, and this was his first look at the finished product. He reached down and worked the stocks, moving them forward on their hinges and dropping the locking pins in place to keep them stationary. Val then closed the neck stocks, and opened them again, amusing himself with his creation.
A noise from the back of the hold made him go instantly on guard, sword half out of its sheath, but as he squinted into the semi-darkness he could make out Thyri's blond tresses spilling out of the dark cloak she was wearing as she came down the steps. Val relaxed as she came towards him, and her eyes swept the hold, taking in the new additions. "So this is what it looks like, Val." She came up beside him and snuggled into his arms. "Two hundred slaves all perfectly restrained and being shipped into the southern Kingdom of the Queen to serve for three years." Her voice was low and husky, alive with arousal herself, and she turned and moved against him, hip to hip, her hands caressing his chest as he pulled her close and kissed her, deeply for a long moment and then more passionately as his hands roamed over her rear. He pushed the cloak off of her shouldersand nearly gasped - she was half naked beneath the cloak, wearing a black leather halter and a soft leather skirt, also black. Tall black boots of soft leather gripped her legs, and the many-tailed flogger hung from her hip. "I see you've been amusing yourself already - poor things - you shouldn't have woken them yet." Val reached for her, but she danced away from him with a light laugh. "Over here lover" Thyri said as she backed up towards a low dais that sat at the front of the hold. She stepped up onto it and over to a wide couch bolted to the wall, crooking her finger at him. Val followed her, and reached for her again as he stepped up beside the couch, but once again she pushed him down onto the couch first, straddling him as she pulled his belt free and pushed his tunic up. Val sat up on his elbows, pulling the tunic over his head, throwing it to one side and kicking his sandals off. Thyri leaned forward with a purr of delight and began licking his nipples as Val untied her halter and skirt, dropping them to the side as well. He was hard, and ready, his cock throbbing in anticipation as her moist cleft rubbed against him. "I want you inside me now - we don't have much time until the wagons start bringing them down." Val reached up and steadied her as she positioned herself and then he pushed up into her wetness as she came down on him with a moan of animalistic pleasure. He intended to start slow, but she exploded into motion on him, fucking him hard and fast, growling and moaning like an animal. Val struggled to match her thrusts for a moment, and then started snapping his hips up hard, driving himself deeper into her as he squeezed her breasts, raking his fingers over her erect nipples and then sitting up enough to take a breast in his mouth, sucking and licking. Thyri cried out at that, moaning again, her eyes half-closed, as she rode him faster and faster, thrusting down onto him with urgent, desperate thrusts, grabbing the back of his head and holding him against her breasts, making Val abandon any attempts to use his hands for anything except to hold on and keep them from falling off of the couch. "Yes.. yes.. YES!! I'm ....coming...I'm coming....I'm COMING!!!!" Seconds later, she threw her head back, screaming in pleasure as her orgasm took her, and Val was almost there himself....but Thyri quickly pulled off of him, grinning.
Val reached for her, intending to throw her under him and finish what she had started, but Thyri danced out of reach, waggling her finger at him as she quickly slid the halter and skirt back on. "Ah ah ah, not yet - we're almost out of time - later, my love, it will be better later. I'll make it up to you ten times over." She smiled so sweetly at him that Val let it go, assuring himself that after the barge was on its way he would carry her on his shoulder back to the House of Willows and up to the bedroom for the rest of the day. He sat up and picked up his shirt to redress, but Thyri grabbed his hands and tugged him up off the couch. "Hey, come on - I want to see how these work!" Groaning in false annoyance at his wife Val dropped his tunic again to one side and stood up, letting her pull him over to the benches. "Now, show me what we've got" Val was still hard and throbbing, but as he fell into the technicalities of how the benches operated he slowly softened again. He finished his discourse and turned around to her, with the bench behind him. Thyri was close to him, and giggled in a wicked way as she pushed him down suddenly, hard. Val lost his balance and sat down on the bench, immediately trying to stand back up, but Thyri wiggled into his lap, her lips against his and her tongue deep in his mouth as she forced his head back. She pulled away abruptly, and before Val could move she swung the neck stock around and pushed it into place. Val heard it latch. "Now, Thy, wait one minute" Val reached up for the release button, but Thyri leaned in close, whispering in his ear, "If you want my lips around your cock you'll leave that alone." She waited, and sighing in defeat and returning arousal Val dropped his hands, which Thyri immediately grabbed and forced into the waiting wrist stocks. She stayed on his lap a few more seconds, and then stood up, reaching down to stroke his cock. Val moaned in pleasure, but he was having a difficult time with his situation - Thy was acting more and more predatory, and that hunger had returned to her eyes. She knelt down then, out of his sight, and he felt her guiding his feet into the ankle stocks as her lips closed around his cock.
Val was soon moaning and writhing in the stocks as Thyri continued her oral assault on his cock, and he could feel his orgasm coming again, building... but then again, Thyri was gone, and he groaned in frustration and denial. He heard her behind him, and then hands snaked around his chest to tease his nipples, squeezing and pulling on them. "Thyri, please ...this is enough..I was about to commmffffFFFFF.."
Val couldn't believe what was happening - Thyri had forced a ballgag into his mouth and was now buckling it shut behind his head, and no matter how he tried to shake her loose she managed to get it secured. Another noise reached his ears, like something being shaken out, and then she pulled the hood over his head and tied it securely. All Val could do now was to moan and protest wildly behind the gag, but all that came out were unintelligible noises. He heard her walking away from the bench, and he struggled hard with the stocks, but five minutes later he was held as perfectly as before. His cock had went down in absolute terror at his situation, and being aroused was now the last thing on Val's mind. What in the hell was she doing? Where did she go? Abruptly, Val felt something touching his cock, and he tried instinctively to move away, but Thyri held him steady and he realized she was putting the chastity belt on him. Crying out again in rage and denial, Val tried to struggle again, but it was on him now, and he felt Thyri's arms go around him as she connected the belt in the back and clicked the padlocks shut. Her fingers then gripped his nipples, squeezing HARD, and Val cried out in pain only to hear Thyri moan in pleasure.She raked his chest with her nails, and then moved away again. Cool air moved over his ass, and he realized she had lowered the drop seat. Oh. No. OHnoOhnoOhnoOhno Val thought as he screamed into the gag, but he felt something cool and wet being pressed against his anus. He immediately bore down to keep the intruder out, but then his thighs were aflame as Thyri's whip hissed down across them, and as he jumped in shock she pushed the plug inside him all the way and shut the seat. He gasped in pain, trying to deal with the invasion, knowing there was now no way to push it out. He could hear Thyri come around in front of him again, and then she was straddling his lap and her assault on his chest continued, despite his moans of pain and writhing body. "The next time you get off this bench, love, will be at the Chateau, where you'll be chained in coffle with all the rest and packed into open carts for the ride up to the castle itself. You'll be trained like the others, and treated like the others. One of my dearest friends, Mistress Elizabeth, will be training you for me, and I will be there about once a month to see how you're doing, and IF you're doing well, behaving yourself, and learning your place, I may chain you to my bed, unlock your belt, and use you for my pleasure." Thyri dragged her nails across his chest as he writhed in pleasure and pain. "Once I have you fully trained, we'll come back here, where you will be my private slave." Thyri stopped for a second, and Val could tell she was listening to something. His cock was hard again, straining against the chastity belt that held him prisoner, and then Thyri got up again. "Guess what, love - the wagons are here, bringing the other one hundred ninety-nine slaves for their places in the barge beside you. Yes, that's right - one hundred ninety-nine. I planned on you being number two hundred several weeks ago."
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