Chapter 2 - Rosemary Caged

This is a work of fiction.  The setting is an alternate historical Great Britain.   All characters depicted are 18 years old or older.  




Rosemary Caged


Rosemary slid down the front of her new Master. She had already tried to explore the size of his member when she relaxed against him, but her hands were still not ready yet. She could feel them returning to normal but still needed a few more moments. He was satisfyingly large from what she could feel so far and she was looking forward to filling her throat with his girth. She squatted in front of him, balancing on her feet, making her face level with his crotch.

She watched in fascination as it pulsed in his pants. She leaned forward and pressed her face against him, just to feel it pulse against her. His cock flexed, pushing her back a bit, his length and size causing her pussy to moisten further. She fumbled with the buttons holding him back from her attentions, her fingers still not fully responsive yet. When she freed his straining cock, it bounced out at her face, slapping her. She kissed the tip gently and then opened her mouth.

Ian Malone looked down upon his newest slave and simply smiled. He was enjoying her slow and gentle technique. He was going to be rough with her later on of course, but he liked how much attention she was giving his cock. She was even better than Lydia had been last night. Her wet kisses along his shaft were both lovingly placed and very wet, her tongue swirling to make sure her spit covered as much area as possible. 

Rosemary was careful to coat his cock with moisture so it would more easily slide into her throat. She had learned early on that a dry cock made her gag quickly, something Tony hated and Brent punished her for. Once she had prepared her Master’s cock, she slid him inside her mouth, her hands placed at the base of his dick. She was expecting him to shove her head down on his cock but it did not happen.

Confused, she sucked on him and swirled her tongue around his shaft. When he groaned, she knew she had gotten something right with him. He stroked her head as she touched her tongue lightly at the bottom of his glans. The expected pressure on the back of her head finally happened and she let him plunge into her throat. He goes in deep, farther than anyone else had ever violated her throat. She gags and chokes a bit, her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Her eyes water as her air is cut off.

Ian held her down on his cock, feeling her throat tighten. He silently counted to 15, loving the feeling of her increasing struggles on his dick. When he released her, she choked for a few moments and gulped in air. Unfazed, she went right back to sucking him in. Ian smiled, knowing she really did want to suck him off and that she was not just trying to manipulate him. He enjoyed the genuine attention she was giving him. She truly wanted his cock inside her.

She increased her pace, feeling him stiffen and tense up. She knew she had him close to cumming already. His cock was pulsing again and she knew he was about to blow his load. He suddenly grabbed her head and held her still. She looked up at him and the smile spreading on his face made her want his cock even more.

“Take it all in your mouth,” he said, his tone serious. She could tell it was an order. “Do not swallow it. Rub your pussy until you cum and then you can swallow.”

Rosemary closed her eyes in understanding and immediately went back to stroking his cock with her mouth. She grabbed at the base of his cock with both her hands and sped up, concentrating on the tip of his dick. When he grabbed her head again, she knew she had gotten him ready to cum. She sucked, tickling his glans with her tongue. His thick load of sperm started to spurt into her mouth, pulsing down her throat. The first shot was almost swallowed but she not only remembered his command but she found he tasted horrible, like a mixture of chemicals and metal.

She squeezed his cock from the base to the tip, making sure to get every single drop she could. She remembered how she was beaten when she did not clean Tony properly and she did not want to find out how Master Malone would react if she did not get every last bit. She hated how his cum tasted but she was so horny that the chance to cum herself was more important.

She backed off of him, holding her mouth open for him to see his seed in her mouth and began to flick her clit. She was so wet already, her torture on the wooden horse and the whipping keeping her on edge for so long. It took her just seconds of rubbing at her pussy before the orgasm she had been chasing came crashing into her. She started to gurgle on the cum in her mouth as she shook and shivered. She swallowed when her Master grabbed her nipples and pulled hard, her hands rubbing furiously at her crotch. She came so hard she squirted all over the floor, the first time she had ever done that while cumming.

Rosemary was in shock at how good that felt but she also felt so ashamed for peeing in front of her Master like that. She looked to his shoes and pants, hoping she did not make a mess of his clothes. She did get some on one of his shoes and she looked up at him, scared of the punishment she expected to follow. When he noticed her movements he simply lifted the shoe up toward her face.

“Clean it up,” he said. “Quickly too. Thomas has gotten everyone gathered for me.”

Rosemary leaned down, getting on her hands and knees and began licking at the shoe. It did not have the familiar urine smell or taste and it confused her. She knew she peed, there is no other way to describe what she just did but this was not urine. After she got it all off her Master’s shoe, he stepped out of the little room, forcing her to follow on her hand and knees. For a moment, she felt that this was how she should follow him all the time. 

As she passed the threshold of the doorway, all she could see was dirt and boots at first. She could pick out Master but all the rest of them were unfamiliar. When she looked up, she could only see the day laborers backs. She tried to keep up with following her Master but the only thing she saw clearly in front of her was an open cage, Thomas standing next to it with a smile on his face.

In his hand he held a riding crop and he was motioning for her to enter the cage, gently tapping it against the frame. She moved quickly into the cage, earning just a single strike to her ass from the man. She had expected it and was glad she only had the one land on her. It stung like fire but she was happy he did not land more on her bare skin.

Once she was inside and Thomas had secured the door, she took a closer look at her new cell. The bars were not much thicker than one of her fingers but they were spaced very close together. She could not fit a finger between them, much less try to reach anything outside of the cage. ‘Maybe a thin stick or something could get in here, but not much else,” she thought.

The cage had a solid top and bottom and was roomy enough for her to turn around in but she could not sit up in it. Or fully stretch out her legs. She soon realized that her situation could be far worse, however. Outside her cage sat another one in the dirt. She got glimpses of it as the booted feet moved around. The woman who was trapped in it was in far worse condition than Rosemary was.

It was hard for Rosemary to concentrate on what she was seeing. Her stomach was protesting the mouthful of cum she just had but she was determined to keep it down. It was the only nourishment she had in days and she was not about to lose that bit of a meal. It was mainly the taste of it that she could not get over. Tony’s tasted far better than that most of the time and even Brent’s cum was sweeter. ‘Is there something wrong with me? Or is it my Master?’ she thought.

After a few moments, she heard Master Malone’s voice rise above the chatter the laborers were making. He was not speaking loud enough to hear clearly but his voice was carrying over all the other voices. Once they stopped moving around so much, she could make out better details of the woman trapped in the other cage. She had been gagged, a large panel one that had straps going over her head with a hole in it, currently plugged with something. And a strict collar was on her, keeping her head forced into a brutal upright position. 

Rosemary tried to see more but there were simply too many people around. What she could see was that the bars on the other cage were much farther apart than hers and that the girl was nude as well. Someone had been very rough with her recently, too. The bruises and scratches on her tits were evidence enough of that alone. And she had been crying a lot. The tears running down her face were the only clean skin on her as far as Rosemary could see.

“Gather around! Quiet!” called out Ian. The noises stopped almost instantly. Only the groans and struggles of the caged woman still sounded out. Ian kicked the cage and those stopped as well, except for her quiet crying. 

“Not many of you have been here for very long, so I don’t expect you to know who this slave is. Last night, my favorites slave, Tina, fucked up at Martin Lancaster’s birthday party. She had been under clear instructions to keep her mouth off any cock but my own. As it turns out, she could barely keep to that instruction. We had been there only thirty minutes before she had been found servicing the Lancaster porters.”

“She thought I did not see her, she thought she had me fooled. But I know those porters far better than she does. One of them has a habit of shooting his seed on slaves instead of letting them dispose of it properly,” he continued to explain to the workers. “So when she returned from her first dalliance, she had no idea there was a stream of cum in her hair. I allowed it to stay there for a bit, the other guests noticing how disobedient my slave was.”

“When she went to try to excuse herself a second time, I made her aware of the mess in her hair,” he said as the sound of crying increased from the caged woman. “She denied it, as any slut would, but I saw it happen myself. So I allowed her to be a party favor for a few hours. If she had not looked like she had enjoyed it so much, I might have let it end there. But she never looked sad about her punishment, so she has to be trained again. She will be here at least a week, men, for you to use. Mouth only, I am afraid.”

The cheers from the men drowned out the howl coming from the bound woman. Rosemary started to cry in sympathy for the woman. She could just imagine having to service all these men, bound in that cage like she was. ‘I would have kept my mouth off those cocks,’ thought Rosemary. And she knew Master was right. Brent always did have a fetish for leaving his cum on his cocksucker instead of letting them swallow it down. He loved marking them with it.

“Same rules for her as the rest of the slaves, men,” said Lord Malone. “Labors until lunch, then an hour of free time to eat. Then back to labors until evening meal. Just like the rest of them, she will be free to use after your meals until lights out at 10. Be sure she is fed and watered.” Rosemary did not understand why that statement got laughter from them but the look on the slave across from her said it was not a good thing.

The men dispersed, heading in random directions as far as Rosemary could tell, each one heading back to where they had been working before the meeting. Rosemary could see several slaves at work now too, burlap clothes barely covering their backs, some of the men wearing only loin cloths. She could count 6 of them, 4 men and two women, all of them tanned brown and covered in scars. Each one shackled to a large, carved stone. Malone Manor was etched into each one along with a series of numbers. She hoped to never find out anything more than that about the slave laborers.

“Thomas, you said Charles wanted to talk to me about the ponies?” said Ian. “Is there a problem?” 

“Master, there is not a problem as much as Charles wants to have them pierced. He thinks it will improve their disposition and make their training go faster,” replied Thomas.

“I have told him already that I don’t like risking them like that. I have seen too many gone wrong,” said Ian. “They stay outside so much. If they were indoor ponies, that would be a different matter. They could stay cleaner and be inspected more often. And I know he wants the slave bridle done on them. The clit piercings I don’t mind so much but Hardcock might get ruined that way. He has many admirers right now. I don’t want his appeal ruined.”

“Master! Please Master!” Rosemary called out as the men start to walk away. “Master, please don’t leave me here!”

“Don’t worry my little slave. Lunch is served in a few hours and I will make sure Thomas gets you some food and drink,” he said to her, his voice coming from above the cage. “You are safe in there, only Thomas and I have the keys to get you out, unlike Tina over there. She is going to be used as a toy for a while, since she can’s stop putting cock in her mouth. Which reminds me.”

Rosemary sees his hand appear for a moment at Tina’s cage and he pulls on the thing plugging her gag. The large metal cock that withdraws from her mouth is slimy and drips her drool. More spit spills out the hole and the woman’s volume increases dramatically. Her crying increases and Rosemary is sure she is repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over.
“There. Now you can be used,” he said and walked away. 

“Please! I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!” Rosemary is sure she is saying but its just one long noise at this point. Now that everyone else has left, she can take a better look at Tina. She looks like she is in so much pain. Stuck in a hogtie, strict collar on her throat, that panel gag that makes her so available to be used, at least for any cock small enough to fit in the hole. The arm binder that Rosemary could see actually looked quite comfortable if it was not connected to her shackled feet. And she could see the edge of a heavy metal belt at her hip and she knew instantly that was a chastity belt.

‘That thing looks like a monster of a belt!’ she thought. It was far thicker and larger than the one she had worn at the orphanage. Looking around at the field, she supposed it made sense to lock her up in something so sturdy. Master had said only he and Thomas had keys to her cage but they said Tina was available to be used by the men. With only two other females slaves, she guessed Tina was going to a popular plaything for the men. ‘Its probably to keep her protected,’ thought Rosemary.

Tina’s cage sat out in the sun, her breasts just at the edge of sunlight. Rosemary noticed that as the morning wore on, the sun traced across her right breast, then her left, her nipples staying in the full sun the entire time. ‘I wonder if that was on purpose or some sort of sadistic accident?’ she thought. The last time she had gotten a sunburn, it had been her shoulders. She could only imagine the pain it would cause to nipples. She rubbed her own in sympathy, grateful that her cage was against the barn and in full shade.

Rosemary stared at Tina, wishing she had her collar back. Or the wrist cuffs. Or maybe even the chastity belt from the orphanage again. Anything that showed she was cared for, that someone wanted her. Being nude and exposed in the cage like this was making her upset. No one wanted her at the orphanage except to molest and torture. No one wanted her on the auction block, she had been sold as part of a group of slaves. No one wanted her at Lancaster Manor so much that she was almost tossed into the prison yard to be used by the inmates. And now, after being whipped on that wooden horse, she is stuck in this cage for all the workers to see. She began to cry, slow emotional tears running down her cheeks. Like Tina, she let them run, not bothering to wipe them off.

As she stared at the suffering woman, Rosemary noticed the workers returning. A few of them were leading a slave each, the slave having to carry the stone they were shackled to. The closer they got to the cages she could see how often they were each being hit by crops and whips. Any time they slowed down or stumbled, they got strikes. She was grateful such sadists were not able to touch her in the cage and she wondered when Thomas would be arriving. Clearly the workers were returning for lunch. Her stomach growled at the though of food.

Rosemary started to get nervous when the hired hands started to gather around the cages. She had no idea what to expect and there was no Master Malone or Thomas here to protect her this time. They had been quite talkative walking up but quieted when they got close. One man broke from the group and came over to kneel down in front of Tina. He dangled a key in front of her face and laughed when she screamed. Rosemary was pretty sure she was screaming the word ‘No.’

“Let’s look at the new one first boys!” he called out to the crowd. Within seconds, the cage Rosemary was in lifted off the ground, four men carrying it at the corners. They set her down on top of Tina’s cage, putting her at crotch and belt level of the workers. She was suddenly very glad they did not have the key to her cage and that the bars were so close together. She was trapped but at least she felt safe from them.

“Ho ho! Look at the pretty one Malone got! Damn! Young too!” he called out to the other men as he leaned down to look into her cage. “Any takers on how long until he breaks her? Or how about when she fucks up and is put out here in the yard for us!” Rosemary tried to shrink away from the cheering at that suggestion. She was not a powerfully built girl and hard labor was sure to kill her.

“Mister Thomas! How are you today!” the de facto leader called out, suddenly standing up. “Oh no, Sir. We were just looking at her. Such a fine prize! Small, young, scared. I am sure the Master made a good pick.”

“I will have you know that I chose this slave for Master Malone, Carlton,” replied Thomas as he stepped closer to the cages. Beneath her, Rosemary could hear Tina struggling and making a racket. “Shut up Tina. You knew the consequences.” She quieted, but only a little. “Have you done anything with her yet?”

“Sir, not yet. We only gathered for lunch a few minutes ago. I was about to tell the new one how things work around here right as you showed up,” said Carlton. Rosemary thought he sounded like he was making excuses, as if he had different plans than what he was telling Thomas.

“Her name is Rosemary, at least until the Master sees fit to change it,” said Thomas while moving to the door of her cage. “Tell the men to eat and feed the work slaves. You can have your fun with Tina when you are done. That should give Rosemary time to finish her lunch too.”

Carlton and the remaining men moved away from the cage and Rosemary could see that Lydia had come out to the field with Thomas, her walking awkward and strained. Her pussy was still very sore from that morning’s whipping by Cook. As she watched the poor girl carry the food and water for the workers, Thomas opened the door to her cage and placed a bowl in with her. 

She turned around and eagerly looked into the bowl. She was sure that whatever they served her to eat would be better than the foul gruel she had been forced to consume at the Lancaster property. It was mostly liquid, something not quite clear and a few brown things floating in it. And it had some foam drifting around on the top. She sniffed at it, not recognizing what she had been served. Her stomach growled at her. Thomas smiled as he locked the cage shut.

“You should hurry and finish that. I think they won’t be so gentle putting your cage down so they can use Tina after lunch,” said the butler, amusement in his voice. Tina began howling at the mention of being used after lunch, prompting Thomas to kick her cage. Rosemary was careful to grab her meal before it was spilled.

Rosemary gulped down her pride and put the bowl to her lips and sipped at it. It was so foul! It tasted horrible and her instinct was to throw it away from her. ‘Would they poison me?’ she wondered, looking at the contents again. She knew she was starving. Master Malone’s cum would only carry her along for just a little while. She closed her eyes and put the bowl to her lips, gulping down it’s contents as quickly as she could. She was hoping that if she drank it down fast enough, she simply would not have the time to process the taste. Which worked well for her until the bottom of the bowl. The stringy, slimy residue at the bottom reminded her so strongly of her Master’s cum that she nearly retched it all back up again.

She wanted to sit up. Badly. It would make keeping down the foul meal easier. As it was, lying down inside the cage, her body kept trying to expel it. She held her hands over her mouth, just in case she lost control of her stomach. She laid on the floor of her cage, tears of pain rolling down her face, her stomach cramping and angry at her. She hoped her future meals here would be better. She almost wanted to be fed exclusively the Master’s cum if it was going to remain like this.

She looked around and saw a group of the workers approaching already. Either they ate fast or they were not offered much of a meal. Thomas and Lydia were not with them. Rosemary could see them off in the distance with the slave workers and a few of the hired hands. It looked like the male slaves were being forced to suck off each other but Rosemary could not tell properly from this distance. The females were definitely being used by the workers though. From what she could see, in all their holes.

Rosemary’s cage was lifted off Tina’s as soon as there were men next to it. As Thomas predicted, they did not care about what was in the cage and nearly tossed her down next to the barn. The door was trapped against the building. Even if she had a key and could reach the lock, there was no way she could escape her prison right now.

Tina started to scream in terror around her gag as the men surrounded her. Carlton calmly showed her the key he carried and tossed it to another of the men. Then Carlton pinched her nipples against the edge of her cage as the door was unlocked. She screamed as she was dragged out, her nipples freeing from his grasp as she was pulled out by her legs.
“Remember boys, feed and water her. Cum and piss only!” he laughed as the men arranged her on top of her own cage, tying her to the leather handles on the top. 

Rosemary tried to keep from watching Tina being brutalized but she could not help stealing glances. She missed being used so much. It was such a difficult adjustment from her time at the Lancaster property. She missed sucking on Tony’s cock. She hated thinking it, but she even missed Brent’s stiff member in her mouth. She began thinking of Master’s cock, her hands automatically drifting to touch her clit.

She watched as Tina had cocks forced down her throat, her collar putting her in the perfect position to take any length. Tina closed her eyes as the men face fucked her. Rosemary thought she looked like she was enjoying it. It was the first time she had stopped struggling at the very minimum. When the first man unloaded his cum into her mouth, he moaned and Rosemary was sure Tina was smiling with her eyes, sucking down his load in pleasure.

Rosemary was getting very moist, her fingers sliding along her cunt easily. Her mind was totally off her stomach now, watching the poor slave in front of her being used like a common hole. She started to pinch at her clit, her slippery fingers easily sliding over her little pleasure button. The sensations in her pussy shot through her nerves like lightening. She was so focused on the torment playing out in front of her she did not notice Thomas was next to her cage once more.
“Lydia, are slaves allowed to cum without permission on this property?” his voice sounded right above her.

Rosemary instantly stopped pleasuring herself and froze in place. Her approaching orgasm halted, but the desire for it still so strong in her loins. She looked around to find the bare feet of Lydia and the booted feet of Thomas next to her cage. Off in the distance, she saw a few of the hired men pointing over at her cage, barely holding back smiles.

“No, sir, they are not allowed to cum without permission, even out here in the field. They get whipped if they do,” she said, her voice timid. Rosemary could see she stood with her legs apart, her pussy whipping earlier still paining her.

A whip dropped to the ground next to her cage. “Please sir! I did not cum! I was just rubbing! Please! Sir! I did not cum! I swear!” Rosemary started pleading, the memory of Lydia being beaten that morning still too fresh in her mind.

“Calm down sweet slave. I know you did not cum yet,” his voice sounded above her. “The men were just enjoying the show. The whip is a warning. Even out here, you are being watched. And since you are new here, you need to know some of the rules.”

Lydia suddenly was on the ground next to her cage, her tear stained face pressed up against the bars. Thomas was behind her and Rosemary could see that he was pressing his foot into her somewhere out of her view. Lydia looked scared, her fear filled eyes roaming over Rosemary. 

“All new slaves spend a day in the fields,” she said to Rosemary. “So they can see what happens if they are failures in the house. Do a good job and you will never be kept out here. Obey and you wont be forced to work the fields. Behave as the Master wants and you won’t be used as a toy by the hired hands.” Lydia quickly glanced over at Tina.

“Be a good slave and you will be fed good food, sleep in good places, wear good clothes,” she continued. “Accept any punishments with grace and you will be rewarded in return. Fight and Master will quickly dispose of you.”

Lydia grunted and tears began to flow from her eyes. Thomas was moving behind her and Rosemary suspected that he was doing something that was causing her pussy extra pain. “Please accept the punishments Rosemary,” she whispered. “They punish all of us anyway, even if we did nothing wrong.”

Rosemary began to tear up herself in sympathy for Lydia. “I will be a good slave Lydia,” she whispered back. “I will do as I am told. I promise!” 

Lydia nods and grinds back against whatever it is Thomas is doing to her. She keeps crying, her face showing she wants to scream out loud but only silence emerges. Rosemary is impressed at the display. Clearly Lydia is being tormented but to remain silent like that meant that she was enjoying it on some level. Either that or the punishment for making noise was worse than what she is currently getting.

Rosemary realized that she is still touching herself and gives herself one last good feel before letting go. She looked over to Tina again, the tortured slave having serviced most of the men lined up to fuck her face. She appeared calmer now and Rosemary suspected it was her love of cock that finally calmed her down from her hysterics. 

She watched as Tina eagerly gulped down the loads of cum from the remaining men. Those who piss into her also force their cocks as deep as they can but she does not swallow any of it, letting it run out the sides of the gag. The way the men positioned her, Rosemary suspected they knew she was going to do this, the urine dropping to the ground around the cage instead of splashing back on them.

Thomas kept tormenting Lydia until all the men had finished with Tina, only letting her up again once they started to go back to work. Rosemary saw the stream of piss the men had created flowing away from the both of them, the smell of it lasting far longer than the moisture. The last two men loaded Tina back into the cage and snapped the lock shut. Thomas looked down at her and simply said “Good girl” and walked off, Lydia struggling to keep up with his pace.

Rosemary watched Tina for a few minutes, her tongue playing with a small glob of cum she had not swallowed down yet. Her eyes were half closed like she was in ecstasy. Rosemary was fascinated with how much the slave was enjoying her meal. When Tina finally gulped it down, she looked directly at Rosemary and winked. Then she closed her eyes and wiggled a bit, seemingly comfortable and at ease. 

‘She enjoyed that! Oh my god! Did she get caught at that party on purpose?’ Rosemary thought. She knew that the porters at Lancaster Manor were fiends and were more than willing to degrade and humiliate any slave they could. But it sure looked like Tina over there had wanted to be caught, had wanted to be put out here to be used like some cock hole and toilet. Rosemary could not understand that desire. As much as she wanted to be desired by someone, to just be a hole for cock, to be a depository for cum, it was too alien for her to comprehend. 

‘Did Master train her to be that? Oh god! What if he wants that for me too?’ she thought. She had too many questions and no answers. And she sure could not ask Tina, not with that panel gag on her face. The best she could do is some drawn out vowel sounds and screaming. Any questions Rosemary had would simply have to wait until she could be around the other slaves. ‘And Master said she had been his favorite.’

She watched Tina, workers off in the distance tending to the field. Some were harvesting, some were clearing stones and debris. Tina seemed to go into a trance. ‘No, not a trance. She is sleeping!’ realized Rosemary. ‘How could she be sleeping after that! Well, I am tired too but I did not just get face fucked for 45 minutes!’

Her stomach was still protesting her meal but the heat of the day and the now quiet Tina were making her sleepy as well. She laid her head down, intending to close her eyes for just a moment, just to help take the burn off them. Before she realized it, she was asleep and passed the afternoon away in dreams.

Rosemary found herself running through tall grasses, the sharp blades of their leaves scratching and pulling at her legs. Occasionally one would whip into her naked pussy and she would stumble from the contact. She felt like she moved with grace and speed, her bare feet gliding over the ground. She avoided the stones and sticks as if guided by magic. Her hair flew behind her and she felt free.

The sky darkened and she looked up to see clouds rolling along the horizon. Seeking shelter, the moved toward some long houses, set in an L shape, a cleared dirt square in front of the doors and windows. As she approached, she saw pillories and stocks in the cleared area. There were also a few posts set into the ground, large iron rings attached to the tops. Rosemary did not need to look at them long to know this was a place to hold and punish slaves. 

She touched her throat, seeking the safety of her collar of ownership. Finding none, she wanted to flee the houses. Unclaimed slaves were fair and easy targets in this land. She could easily find herself trapped in a pillory or chained to a whipping post. They all looked recently used and well maintained. Fear gave her speed but she was unable to get very far from the area. 

Suddenly she was surrounded, dirty men wearing rough clothes grabbing her at random. She slapped and fought with them, somehow managing to escape serious harm. When she turned back around, the stocks had been filled with slaves already and the pillories were being opened. Rosemary watched from a distance as male and female slaves were strung up and used. Whips cracked against skin, men fucked and spanked the trapped victims. She watched, happy she was not part of the scene. A small part of her felt powerful and untouchable here and she relished the feeling. 

Wind started to blow and it kicked up dirt and dust, blanketing the area and blocking her view. It flew into her eyes, making her tear up and cover her face. It thickened, causing her to cough repeatedly. The coughing continued until she woke, that same cough wracking her body. Dust and dirt on the air blew around her, sticking to her skin and dusting the inside of her cage. 

Tina had it worse, however. Her crying and her sweat from being in the sun had made her the perfect location for dirt to stick. After a few moments she was covered in a fine layer of muck and mud. Her dirty blonde hair truly living up to its description. Worst of all for her was the open hole in her gag. She had no way to prevent any dust or dirt from landing there, her tongue trying to eject the mess. 

Rosemary smiled a bit at the mess Tina had become. The approaching figures in the distance indicated that the workers had finished their day and would likely be putting Tina through another round of face fucking. Rosemary looked around for signs of Thomas, expecting him to bring her another meal. Possibly with Lydia in tow again. The sun was getting low and the darkening sky was not giving her the best ability to see into the distance. 

It was a surprise to see who followed Thomas over the rise in the landscape a few minutes later. Lisa and Heather followed him, carrying a heavily laden tray with a cover over it. Lisa winced with each step, slowing down the process. And poor Heather appeared to have several straps added to her dress, making her breasts stand out prominently. As they got closer, Rosemary could see several damp lines along her dress, seeming to line up with the cane strikes she had gotten earlier. 

The slaves passed by the cages in a painful, slow march, clearly struggling to carry the weight of the dish they carried. Thomas walked over to Rosemary’s cage and shoved it away from the building to access the door. She was impressed at his display of strength and also a bit scared. She remembered his strikes during her time on Master’s wooden horse, now realizing he was probably going easy on her fresh body.

“You made a very clear impression on Master this morning. He instructed me to give you this for your dinner,” the butler said. He pulled a large bundle wrapped in paper from his jacket pocket. “Normally, new slaves in training don’t get fed this well. For some reason, he is giving you his left overs from his meal tonight.”

He tossed the paper bundle into the cage and unfastened his pants. “I can give you the water I carried or I can give it to Tina.” He looked down at Rosemary, her head barely poking out of her cage to look up at him. 

“Sir, please give it to Tina. She needs it far more than I do,” responded Rosemary, eager to avoid drinking the man’s urine to sate her thirst. The cries and struggles of protest from Tina at her words did not make her feel any guilt, however. She was angry at the other slave for enjoying all the cum she sucked down earlier and causing the Master so much distress. ‘Slaves should not misbehave like that,’ thought Rosemary.

The smile Thomas gave her lifted her spirits a bit and she slid back into her cage, eager to stay in it’s safety and to see what Master had allowed her to eat. It had to be better than that foul liquid she had been served for lunch. It just had to be! When she heard Tina protest the stream of urine cascading onto her panel gag, Rosemary felt compelled to watch Thomas’s piss land right into her mouth. His aim was impressive. 

She smiled, knowing that Tina would likely have to swallow at least some of that to get rid of the dirt that accumulated in her mouth. It was with that sense of satisfaction that she opened the paper bundle and found that Master Malone had given her some pieces of smoked poultry and several small potatoes. All of them had been eaten from but there was more of a meal here than she had eaten since before the orphanage. ‘If he is this generous from just one blowjob from me, I hope I can impress him further!’ she thought.

She knew Tina could smell her meal even with the smell of Thomas’s piss filling her nose. Or maybe she could see the meal Rosemary had even in the failing light. Regardless, there was no way she could share it, even if she thought Tina deserved any of it. The fit the bound slave was having just made Rosemary feel better about herself and her choice to have Thomas empty his bladder on the girl. Her face looked far cleaner now at least, even though she was crying fresh tears again.

When the screams in the distance sounded, both caged slaves looked toward the two long houses the workers used. Heather was kneeling on the ground, a semi-circle of men around her, all of them urinating on her breasts. Then they removed the bindings and forced her to strip. Before it got too dark to see, torches and lamps were lit and brought out. 
Once Heather was nude, the workers seemed to take turns inspecting the lines on her tits. Lisa had been put on her back near the serving tray she had carried, the men inspecting her pussy while they served themselves dinner. She was holding her ankles, her feet held high in the air, allowing the workers to do as they pleased with her genitals. Her cries were drowned out by Heather’s screams over her tortured breasts.

Rosemary looked on in fascination. ‘I wonder what the two of them did to deserve that kind of punishment,’ she wondered. ‘If they had done anything at all. Maybe this is normal here.’ She certainly could not ask Tina right now. And from the hateful look she was being given, Rosemary was fairly sure Tina would not be a friend to her.

Rosemary savored the taste of her meal, unsure of the last time she had something so delicious to eat. Well before she lost her parents, certainly. It did not take her long to finish eating what Master had allowed her to have and she was very grateful to be fed such a satisfying meal. She had completely forgotten the bitter taste of his cum she had for her breakfast and the swill she had been served for lunch.

She carefully folded up the paper it had been wrapped in and placed it in the bowl that she still had from lunch time. She curled up into a ball, wishing she had some clothing or a blanket. Anything to help keep the chill of the night off her body. And to stop the buzzing bugs from seeking out her skin. She was glad she was so close to Tina’s cage right now. She seemed to be a much more attractive target for most of the nightlife flying around them now than Rosemary was.

She watched the hired hands molest and fuck the two house slaves as well as the six others who had been working out in the fields. Rosemary almost felt sorry for them, seeing two of the males being forced to suck off a circle of the workmen. The other two were connected at their left wrists and both were given a whip to hold in their right hand. Then they had to strike at each other. Rosemary had wondered who had given them all the marks she had seen on their skin and she suspected they had all been whipping each other at the direction of the workers. 

The two female worker slaves were being used as stools, multiple men putting their feet up on their curved backs. Occasionally, one would fail to keep upright and collapse on the ground. Riding crops were used to encourage them back to a kneeling position, the activity starting over again. Rosemary started to ignore what was happening between the workers and the slaves, focusing on where Thomas was. She did not see him anywhere.

Time passed slowly for Rosemary and she was sure that would never want to be out in the fields for the workers after seeing what the house slaves were being given tonight. It was not until the two of them were exhausted and unresponsive to even the strongest strikes of whips and crop that the men turned their attention to the area of the barn. When they started to gather and approach, Tina became agitated, rocking against the bars of her cage.

Rosemary wondered why she was so upset. She seemed to happy earlier when she had been so abused and used by them all. But then Rosemary noticed the differences. There were more of them this time, nearly all of them in fact. And this time, they brought tools. Canes, whips, riding crops. Coils of rope. Buckets. She could only guess why they had brought so many supplies, but clearly they bothered Tina. So Rosemary did the only thing she could and curled up in a ball in her cage, trying to stay unnoticed.

When they went to unlock Tina’s cage, Thomas appeared, looking eager to see all of the men gathered. He scanned the group, looking for a particular person. When he did not see Carlton he approached the man holding the key to Tina’s cage. He held out his hand, expecting the key. The man grudgingly handed it to the butler, prompting Thomas to smile.

“I am certain that Carlton told all of you the rules regarding the use of Tina for her first six nights out in the yard, but I don’t mind repeating your instructions. For the first six nights, she is to get the same treatments that she gets at lunch. Water and a meal. It is not until her seventh night that you get to have increased freedoms with her,” he told the group of men, the smile clear on his face, but cold iron in his tone. “Any man who wishes to end his employment with Lord Malone is more than free to discuss the matter with him at the Manor.”

Rosemary was certain that the words Thomas chose were done with clear intent. The pale looks of the men in attendance told her that she was very correct. The butler did not seem angry however. He seemed a bit pleased, or maybe satisfied was a better description. Rosemary did not know the man well enough but the way he stood, the way he looked at the crowd of men, said that he was glad to have them all gathered there.

“Last night, Tina was put out here with the help of my protege and future replacement. Tonight, he has other duties to attend to and is not available to assist me, so it is rather fortunate to have so many of you here. Tina needs to be, um, refreshed,” he said to the men, trying to not smile to strongly. The howls from Tina made many of the men gathered there chuckle. Rosemary did not understand.

“She was mostly compliant last night but I think that was because she had not understood what her punishments were going to be,” he explained to the men. “I expect that tonight she will be a bit more resistant.” A laugh spread like a wave among the men. “You can take her out of her cage now and I will get her next treatment ready.”

It scared Rosemary how quickly the men moved to open her cage and it must have scared Tina as well from the shrill noises she started making. Rosemary watched as she was pulled from her tiny box and lifted into the air. It was no accident that the rough hands on her skin found all the places the sun had turned her red, especially her tormented nipples and breasts. Tina just kept her eyes screwed shut, tears still forcing their way down her face.

Thomas opened a bag he had with him and set several items on top of Rosemary’s cage. The strong smell of herbs hit her nose, tickling and irritating her sinuses. He handed a set of keys to one of them. “Release her ankles and take off the binder. Stretch her out a bit boys.” 

He then leaned against Rosemary’s cage to watch the spectacle play out. Rosemary herself watched in fascination as Tina had her feet unlocked from the bottom of the binder. The groan that escaped the slave was one of pain and pleasure, her legs finally moving after a day in that position. The arm-binder came off with the same grunts of strain and satisfaction from the poor tormented slave. The men were more than eager to stretch her limbs, pulling her and massaging her. After a few minutes, even Tina stopped protesting and started sounding pleased. When she started doing that, one of the men would start paying attention to her breasts and her screams would return. 

Thomas allowed the men to have their fun for a while before approaching with his items from on top of Rosemary’s cage. He produced another key and made motions to the men to flip her on her back. The men quickly spun her over and held her spread out. Tina was struggling now in their grip but she knew there were too many hands on her to break free. The cheers from the men when Thomas unlocked the chastity belt drowned out the howls from Tina, but Rosemary could see her terror. 

The butler pried the device off her hips and Rosemary could see she had been plugged in both her holes. Thomas pulled on the one in her pussy, a dildo emerging slowly from her stretched pussy, small bumps dotting the surface. The groan that sounded out of Tina made many of her captors laugh. Thomas set the wet cock substitute on her tummy. “Do not drop that, Tina,” he warned. Rosemary thought it was cruel for the men to bounce her up and down, seeing her squirm to keep the dildo from falling.

Then he probed at her asshole, pulling out what looked like a carrot to Rosemary. The screams from Tina peaked and then became a low grade moan. Thomas then picked up the dildo and smeared something on it. Once he had covered the entire thing, he placed it at her entrance and slowly pressed it into her with a twisting motion. The men held on to her as she bucked and pulled, trying desperately to get free.

The remaining mixture he had rubbed on the toy was then pressed into her ass. “Hold her apart men. I need to fully insert this into her ass,” he calmly told the men. They moved to provide extra hold on her thighs and helped spread her ass open for the butler. Thomas then pulled from his pocket a ginger root, long and thick. Then he took a spoon and began scraping off the thin skin and finished by scoring lines along the surface. He had made her a new anal toy. Her screams finally drowned out the men’s cheers when he pressed the plug into her.

“Figging slaves is so underrated,” he said as he lifted the chastity belt back into place and snapped the lock shut, much to the disappointment of the workers. “She has to have the arm binder put back on but I can allow her to stay out of the hogtie. I will leave the locks here for whatever you men decide.” Thomas supervised the return of Tina’s arm binder before turning to Rosemary’s cage. 

“Master wants you to be in the Manor for the next day to audition for the household staff,” he said to her as he unlocked her cage. She grabbed the bowl and her scrap of paper and hurried after the man, already taking long strides toward the house. Her feet hurried her along, terrified of the Hunters possibly lurking in the darkness along the way.
