AI art by me. “Spoils of War”

SMACK!!

Sassa was rudely awakened from her dreamless and exhausted sleep by his handprint burned into her bare ass.  Of course it was bare!  She wasn’t allowed to wear anything except a tiny leather strip that really didn’t even cover her womanhood.  Her “pussy” as he called it.  

She groaned and roused quickly because if she didn’t, then he’d use more than his hand to get her moving.  She’d learned that the first morning after he’d bought her at the auction. 

“Go on, saddle the horses.” He grumbled at her as he fiddled around the cookfire.  

Sassa suppressed a sigh and a complaint.  She obeyed.

The first morning when she hadn’t moved fast enough, he’d used his leather belt to whip her bottom until she was squealing.  He warned her that next time it would be the same if she didn’t move.  When he’d told her to saddle the horses that morning, she’d refused.

Sassa had hoped he would get mad and frustrated.  She knew it likely meant more of a beating from him, but she’d been beaten before.  So far, he’d never used his fists or feet, which was different.  The village she’d been taken from wasn’t really hers.  She’d been a slave there, too.  The woman of the family who owned her loved to use a switch and her fists to punish Sassa.  The woman’s man was too cowed to ever try much with Sassa unless the woman wasn’t looking.

Her newest owner hadn’t gotten angry or frustrated at her refusal.  He’d looked calmly at her.

“You don’t saddle the horse, then I’ll use my belt again from the backs of your knees to your lower back until I think you’ve learned well enough, then tie you to my saddle horn and you’ll walk until next camp.” He’d shrugged.  “Up to you.”

Sassa saw in his eyes that he meant every word, but something in her made her rebel anyway.  She spat at him.  His arm was quick, and he’d turned her around, tied her wrists, and applied his belt just as he promised.  Sassa had just thought he’d whipped her before.  

“You know why this is happening?” He asked in the middle of it.

Sassa sobbed but nodded.

“Use words…always.” He commanded.

“Yes, I know.” She rasped.  

“Whose fault is it?” He asked.

Sassa wanted to say it was his, but the stinging in her ass and thighs demanded she be truthful to him.  “Mine.”

“Mine, Sir.” He corrected her.

“Mine, Sir.” She whimpered.  “Not Master?” She asked.

“Either one.” He then decided he’d not done enough and whipped her for a couple of minutes more. 

She gave no defiance or fight as he tied her wrists on a long lead to his saddle horn.  Sassa feared he’d go too fast and she’d stumble, then be dragged, but he went slower than he had the first time.  This confused her a lot.  It must be that he didn’t want to damage his property.  It had to be it.

All of this is why she saddled the horses without complaint or hesitation the second morning.  Sassa knew he’d do it all over again.  Eyeing him, she looked him over once more.

He was a lot older than her.  He was much older than the young men who had been drooling over bidding on her at the auction.  Their lewd comments and motions with their hands left little doubt for Sassa about what they wanted her for.  Sir had waited until the numbers had died down, then bid twice the last amount.  It had been a good bit of gold.

“Why did you buy me, Sir?” She asked as she cinched the saddle on Sir’s horse.  She’d already finished hers.

He handed her a cup of coffee and a still-warm biscuit.  There was some jerky embedded in it, so it was extra chewy.  They’d eaten on horseback the last morning, so she’d expected it.

Sassa opened her mouth but closed it.  Damn it, she’d been about to thank him for the food.  Where had that come from?  

“Fishing for compliments?” He laughed.

“No, Sir.  I know what I look like and what I’m most wanted for, but two nights have gone by.  You haven’t used me yet, so I’m wondering.” She answered.

“Hmm…well, it’s true.  You are sleek and pretty as I’ve ever seen…in a redhead.  My Rey is good, too, but she’s dark where you’re light and red.” He got on his horse.

Sassa mounted hers and began to eat and drink. 

After a long while, she asked again.  “So, why, Sir?”

He laughed once more.  “Are you sad I haven’t fucked you yet, Little Red?”

She felt a blush coming over her face.  “No, no, that’s…my name is Sassa if you choose to use it, Sir.  Or whatever you will call me.  My last owner’s woman just called me Slut.”

“Hmm…I wonder why?” He teased her.

“I did not slut for my owner, Sir.” She told him coldly.

“I see.  Why not?” He asked.

“His woman wanted to skin me if I so much as looked at him.  Besides, he didn’t bathe much and had boils.” She shuddered at the memory.

“So if he’d been handsome, then you’d have slutted?” Sir asked.

She almost spat out a curse at him, but stopped.  Why lie?  “Probably.  Gets me better treatment.  My own father sold me to a man before that man sold me to the family I was taken from.  I learned it was better to please than to be beaten.”

“Hmm…and you got no pleasure from it?” He asked.

“Not at first, but…after a couple of weeks?  I learned better, or he did?  Anyway, it wasn’t so bad after that.”  She remembered her first real orgasm and how it had shocked her.  She’d faked it before then, as she’d heard the whores do when she was growing up.

“I learned to beg for what I wanted done, and he’d do it half of the time, so it was better.” She shrugged.

“Before I answer your question of why, Sassa, I’ll ask you one,” Sir told her.

She shrugged and nodded.  “Sir?”

“Was I mistaken, or did I see some slickness between those thighs as I whipped you earlier?  Oh, I know you sobbed and you hurt, but…I’m pretty sure I saw what I did.  Tell me.” He commanded.

Now, Sassa flushed a deep red.  She didn’t know why her body betrayed her like that.  Her first master had learned it was true and used it against her a lot.  She’d lied a little and told him it really embarrassed her to be spanked like a little child.  It hurt way less than his belt, but it still got her hot and wet.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered very quietly.  “Don’t know why, but I do.”

“Because you enjoy it.” He told her.

“Mmm…yes and no, Sir.” She admitted.  “I don’t really, but I do end up how I get and…and it makes me feel small and quiet…and…”

“Obedient?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir.” She admitted.  It was no use not to be truthful.

“Good girl for telling me.” He smiled at her for the first time.

The effect of his words and smile jolted her insides like a spasm.  Her pussy clenched. And she bit down on a soft moan.

“No, you will let me hear all noises, or I’ll punish.” He commanded.

She whimpered.  “Yes, Sir.”

“You liked what I just did earlier, didn’t you?” His eyes bored into hers.

She sighed and squirmed.  She felt the wetness between her and the saddle.  “Yes, Sir.” She whispered.

“Good.  That’s my good girl.” He smiled again and winked at her.  “Tonight is the last night before I get home.  It’ll be our last night alone for a while.  Little Sassa, do you want to share my bed tonight?” He asked.

She stared at him for a long moment.  “If I say no, Sir?”

He shrugged.  “Then you sleep alone.  I’ve no need to rape you.” He grinned.  “Unless you want me to pretend.  Rey likes that some nights.”

It was the second time he’d mentioned her.  Asking about her put off having to answer about bedding with him.  “Is Rey your wife or mate?” Sassa asked.

Sir laughed hard this time, and it bellowed deep in his gut.  It was a good laugh and showed why he had wrinkles around his eyes.  He must smile and laugh a lot.  That was different.  

“Gods, no, Sassa.  She’s my slave…same as you, but I got her a while back.  She keeps my place while I’m gone, and I know she won’t run away.” He answered.

“Why doesn’t she?” Sassa asked.

“She’s happy, or so she tells me.  Oh, I need to put her in her place at times, but she likes that I do.  Only man ever has put her there, and the first time I did, she says she was hooked.” He shrugged.  “I’m thinking you might be the same way…if it goes like that.”

The question still hung there in the air.  She knew he was waiting, and she also knew he’d wait for hours for her answer.

“Yes, I do…want to bed with you, Sir.” She told him.

He shook his head.  “Now, you have to beg me for it, Sassa.  Best you learn the right ways from the beginning, you understand?”  He eyed her with seriousness.

Sassa understood.  He knew she wanted it.  She’d admitted it.  As a slave, she needed to learn to beg for it and everything else.  She closed her eyes and drew in a ragged breath.

“Sir, I beg to share your bed tonight and please you as best I can.” She was surprised by how calm her voice sounded.  Her insides were all shaking.

“Hmm…you may.  Best tell me what ways you know to please.  It’ll pass the time.” He grinned.

Sassa stopped herself from rolling her eyes.  That never went well.  She began to tell him about her sexual experiences and knowledge.  He listened.  He really did and even asked some questions.  They even ended up giggling together about parts of it.

This was a bizarre and unusual master for Sassa.  She began to silently and frighteningly look forward to his bed that night.