A fantasy series by SizeQueenSupreme
I stepped off the boat, wrinkling my nose at the smells of peasantry. Its not that peasants are bad people of course, they just dont have the intelligence to escape their plight.
Of course I was one once. I just happened to be born with a particularly ample bosom, and the brains behind it to land a worthwhile husband. I married him and his wealth at 18 years, and Ive never looked back. That's my story, and I stick to it. After all, a lady must have some secrets.
I told my entourage to stay on the trireme and await my return. The men voiced their protest; my husband is not one to risk me on the poor streets of the mainland, but I would not relent. I value the little time I get to myself, or at least away from people who know me.
I admit a certain thrill in how the peasantry devour me with their eyes. They snack on my elegant clothes, today an expensive purple-dyed dress covers my hips and thrusts my buxom décolletage on display. They refresh themselves drinking deep in my sapphire eyes, and nourish themselves on my full lips. These I stain purple.
The main course, is of course, my chest, most assuming Ive fashioned the display through some trick of wealth and tailoring. They little suspect I was naturally endowed as such, sporting these pumpkin-sized orbs by my first year of womanhood.
Aside from drinking in their intoxicating gazes, I pay them little regard. It would not be proper to do otherwise.
I lamented the fact that I had an errand to run, it would cut into this wonderful time away from our lonely mansion, but I would not be an undutiful wife, the price for that was far too high. So I made haste through the winding streets, dodging dung and urchins alike, finally stopping as I reached the auction block.
The slaves were for the most part particularly un-notable today. My husbands latest run-away had been a particularly strong young man, a captured war-boy from another island. His skin was tan and lovely, but scared from his time in battle. I waited through many lots, drinking in the gazes of the crowd and heat of their presence.
As the day wore long, I was bored and disinterested, studying the strange clothes the peasants wore. It is interesting what they use in the absence of buttons and clasps, and I wouldnt mind some time trying to weave some of their simple leather lacing and frog-eyes into my own clothing.
Then I caught sight of him!
Oh he was a sight to behold! His shoulders were nearly as broad as I was tall, and bulked with muscle. So chiseled were his arms, the light played on dozens of angular shadows where his obvious power stuck out in meaty slopes and hills of strength. His stomach rippled like the ocean itself, and his pectorals were broad and flat, defined to the extreme. All this was set on a pair or thighs with visible slabs of meat that sloped down to proportional calves and huge squar-ish feet. Between the works a loincloth dangled down, his only clothing.
His head was hard to look at though. The beasts flared nostrils and curved horns were off-putting to a lady of delicate sensibilities like myself. Though down-cast, the wide, brown bovine eyes shone with an intelligence that belied all Id heard of the Taurprimate; Myrnotor I believe the peasants call his kind.
Ugly things they were.
How much for this bid? Hes a strong laborer, enslaved by Kairish command training, so hell obey your every word. What youll save in work effort will make up for how much he eats and he can be underfed . Do I hear 29 minae? 28 minae?
The Auctioneer began calling his numbers, no one from the crowd responding. The price was high for commoners, and they seemed a little intimidated by the sheer massiveness of the great beast.
Being an educated woman, I know to trust the Kairish methods (some of our dogs had been disciplined in this manner), and I raised a pale hand.
60 Crowns.
The crowd gasped.
Milady, you might have misunderstood. I said, mere minae, not whole crowns.
I heard what you said. Just put a ribbon on him and wrap him up for me.
Humor is totally lost on peasants. The auctioneer sent a boy for a red bow, and soon my new slaves tail was adorned with it. I rolled my eyes and beckoned the best to follow.
* * *
But now you wonder why I overpaid.
Spending too much money for things is one of my small personal pleasures.
I certainly wasnt gleaning any satisfaction in the bedchamber. Oh certainly milord tended to me, frequently in fact, and sometimes twice daily. Hed clamber into our bed and mount me, thrusting and stabbing impotently away until he was spent, grinning at me like hed been made king of the fair from beneath his stupid mustache.
Not that I was bitter.
I admit the musculature of this creature fascinated me from the beginning. His back held a thousand crevices, and sprouted to his amazing 9 foot height from the huge gloves of his buttocks. So large were his thighs, they kept all in front of them from view, though I tried in vain to peer at just what that might be.
So possessed was I with the powerful, plodding grace of his walk, I scarecely realized when wed reached the water.
Stop! I hastily commanded. Kairish training is effective on beasts, but also robs them of any impulse but fear. It can cause them to do things, like walk into the sea as he was about to, unless told otherwise.
He halted and my other slaves took him in with some obvious apprehension.
Dont stand there gawking at your new accomplice! Load the ship! I helpfully, and loudly, suggested.
The slaves got to work, seizing crates of raw goods to return home with.
The Myrnotor pitched in, his rippling mass barely flexing at all as he lifted the second heaviest crate.
Several of the younger slaves gathered around him in awe, one being so bold as to wave a hand in front of his eyes, testing the Kairish mind-state for any break.
He did not even blink as he set the huge wooden box on the deck.
They followed him back as he returned for the heaviest of all, a huge carved fountain for the garden, and circled it to find the easiest handholds.
Laughing, the slaves all piled into the bowl of the thing.
This dismayed me. He will hurt himself tying to lift
I cut short as the beasts muscles bulged explosively, and 8 tons of marble, steel and idiotic slaves were born into the air.
The slaves for their part lapsed into a stunned silence as he laid them onto the deck.
My lips curled into a smile, and a feeling I could not yet place shot through me.
* * *
I was on the deck of the my ship, enjoying the exhilarating rush of air from the added speed the Myrnotor put to the oars.
Id earlier caught one of my worthless dregs not rowing, but before I could call for him to be lashed, all the other slaves dropped their oars as well.
The speed of my craft did not diminish one naught.
I laughed for the span of three breaths, and then screeched in my best harpy impersonation, You mendicants cannot even ADD to his effort? 12 of you, and you cannot match the effort of ONE brute? Pathetic! You are not men. Drop your trousers now! Shame yourselves before this superior thrall!
The men complied, and 12 shriveled, tiny members were exposed to the cold.
Now curiosity had the better of me.
Beast! Remove your garment!
He did not comply.
Disrobe! I tried.
Sometimes the Kairish methods leave out an instilled phrase. It happens. Besides, hed probably only inherited the human-sized equipment. It is the lower body of a man after all, which on a frame his sizes preportions would look even smaller than those sub-humans around him.
And thats how I ended up on the deck.
I dont know if my nipples were poking out like thimbles from the cold, or for some other reason entirely.
* * *
Part 1: In which Lady Ailara buys her last slave
I stepped off the boat, wrinkling my nose at the smells of peasantry. Its not that peasants are bad people of course, they just dont have the intelligence to escape their plight.
Of course I was one once. I just happened to be born with a particularly ample bosom, and the brains behind it to land a worthwhile husband. I married him and his wealth at 18 years, and Ive never looked back. That's my story, and I stick to it. After all, a lady must have some secrets.
I told my entourage to stay on the trireme and await my return. The men voiced their protest; my husband is not one to risk me on the poor streets of the mainland, but I would not relent. I value the little time I get to myself, or at least away from people who know me.
I admit a certain thrill in how the peasantry devour me with their eyes. They snack on my elegant clothes, today an expensive purple-dyed dress covers my hips and thrusts my buxom décolletage on display. They refresh themselves drinking deep in my sapphire eyes, and nourish themselves on my full lips. These I stain purple.
The main course, is of course, my chest, most assuming Ive fashioned the display through some trick of wealth and tailoring. They little suspect I was naturally endowed as such, sporting these pumpkin-sized orbs by my first year of womanhood.
Aside from drinking in their intoxicating gazes, I pay them little regard. It would not be proper to do otherwise.
I lamented the fact that I had an errand to run, it would cut into this wonderful time away from our lonely mansion, but I would not be an undutiful wife, the price for that was far too high. So I made haste through the winding streets, dodging dung and urchins alike, finally stopping as I reached the auction block.
The slaves were for the most part particularly un-notable today. My husbands latest run-away had been a particularly strong young man, a captured war-boy from another island. His skin was tan and lovely, but scared from his time in battle. I waited through many lots, drinking in the gazes of the crowd and heat of their presence.
As the day wore long, I was bored and disinterested, studying the strange clothes the peasants wore. It is interesting what they use in the absence of buttons and clasps, and I wouldnt mind some time trying to weave some of their simple leather lacing and frog-eyes into my own clothing.
Then I caught sight of him!
Oh he was a sight to behold! His shoulders were nearly as broad as I was tall, and bulked with muscle. So chiseled were his arms, the light played on dozens of angular shadows where his obvious power stuck out in meaty slopes and hills of strength. His stomach rippled like the ocean itself, and his pectorals were broad and flat, defined to the extreme. All this was set on a pair or thighs with visible slabs of meat that sloped down to proportional calves and huge squar-ish feet. Between the works a loincloth dangled down, his only clothing.
His head was hard to look at though. The beasts flared nostrils and curved horns were off-putting to a lady of delicate sensibilities like myself. Though down-cast, the wide, brown bovine eyes shone with an intelligence that belied all Id heard of the Taurprimate; Myrnotor I believe the peasants call his kind.
Ugly things they were.
How much for this bid? Hes a strong laborer, enslaved by Kairish command training, so hell obey your every word. What youll save in work effort will make up for how much he eats and he can be underfed . Do I hear 29 minae? 28 minae?
The Auctioneer began calling his numbers, no one from the crowd responding. The price was high for commoners, and they seemed a little intimidated by the sheer massiveness of the great beast.
Being an educated woman, I know to trust the Kairish methods (some of our dogs had been disciplined in this manner), and I raised a pale hand.
60 Crowns.
The crowd gasped.
Milady, you might have misunderstood. I said, mere minae, not whole crowns.
I heard what you said. Just put a ribbon on him and wrap him up for me.
Humor is totally lost on peasants. The auctioneer sent a boy for a red bow, and soon my new slaves tail was adorned with it. I rolled my eyes and beckoned the best to follow.
* * *
But now you wonder why I overpaid.
Spending too much money for things is one of my small personal pleasures.
I certainly wasnt gleaning any satisfaction in the bedchamber. Oh certainly milord tended to me, frequently in fact, and sometimes twice daily. Hed clamber into our bed and mount me, thrusting and stabbing impotently away until he was spent, grinning at me like hed been made king of the fair from beneath his stupid mustache.
Not that I was bitter.
I admit the musculature of this creature fascinated me from the beginning. His back held a thousand crevices, and sprouted to his amazing 9 foot height from the huge gloves of his buttocks. So large were his thighs, they kept all in front of them from view, though I tried in vain to peer at just what that might be.
So possessed was I with the powerful, plodding grace of his walk, I scarecely realized when wed reached the water.
Stop! I hastily commanded. Kairish training is effective on beasts, but also robs them of any impulse but fear. It can cause them to do things, like walk into the sea as he was about to, unless told otherwise.
He halted and my other slaves took him in with some obvious apprehension.
Dont stand there gawking at your new accomplice! Load the ship! I helpfully, and loudly, suggested.
The slaves got to work, seizing crates of raw goods to return home with.
The Myrnotor pitched in, his rippling mass barely flexing at all as he lifted the second heaviest crate.
Several of the younger slaves gathered around him in awe, one being so bold as to wave a hand in front of his eyes, testing the Kairish mind-state for any break.
He did not even blink as he set the huge wooden box on the deck.
They followed him back as he returned for the heaviest of all, a huge carved fountain for the garden, and circled it to find the easiest handholds.
Laughing, the slaves all piled into the bowl of the thing.
This dismayed me. He will hurt himself tying to lift
I cut short as the beasts muscles bulged explosively, and 8 tons of marble, steel and idiotic slaves were born into the air.
The slaves for their part lapsed into a stunned silence as he laid them onto the deck.
My lips curled into a smile, and a feeling I could not yet place shot through me.
* * *
I was on the deck of the my ship, enjoying the exhilarating rush of air from the added speed the Myrnotor put to the oars.
Id earlier caught one of my worthless dregs not rowing, but before I could call for him to be lashed, all the other slaves dropped their oars as well.
The speed of my craft did not diminish one naught.
I laughed for the span of three breaths, and then screeched in my best harpy impersonation, You mendicants cannot even ADD to his effort? 12 of you, and you cannot match the effort of ONE brute? Pathetic! You are not men. Drop your trousers now! Shame yourselves before this superior thrall!
The men complied, and 12 shriveled, tiny members were exposed to the cold.
Now curiosity had the better of me.
Beast! Remove your garment!
He did not comply.
Disrobe! I tried.
Sometimes the Kairish methods leave out an instilled phrase. It happens. Besides, hed probably only inherited the human-sized equipment. It is the lower body of a man after all, which on a frame his sizes preportions would look even smaller than those sub-humans around him.
And thats how I ended up on the deck.
I dont know if my nipples were poking out like thimbles from the cold, or for some other reason entirely.
* * *