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Juliana’s Dream

By Jennifer Campbell

Juliana’s Dream

Chapter 1

Juliana stood quite still. Through the window of her Master’s suite she saw the fields and forest of the estate under the twin suns of Ranexx. She knew it would be futile to waste her energy in a struggle when the end result would be the same. Her soft breasts would not escape being sore and red again. She did not understand the reason her new Master was so cruel to her. On her world, where the sexual roles were so markedly defined, it was not allowed for a female slave to question her male Master, but if it were, Juliana would have simply asked why? Even by the standards of Ranexx, Juliana’s Master was a cruel man, who showed her no mercy and very little pleasure.

What puzzled her was she was not an ugly field slave, or past her prime beauty; no, she possessed a tall, slim female body any other Master would have deeply desired to use sexually. A full head of shoulder-length, coffee-brown hair highlighted with the streaks of fawn colored hair which had been permanently applied during her training to enhance her beauty. On Ranexx female slaves were trained to serve and her silver-gray eyes looking up at a man with her full lips wrapped dutifully around his cock were intended to get a response, but not from Juliana’s current Master. Trained at one of the finer pleasure slave schools, Juliana would like to have had less apprehension as her Master too her soft breasts into his hands, but she knew he would not titillate her intimate flesh he would torment it. Like all Ranexxian females, Juliana’s breasts were actual sexual organs, engorging to their full voluptuousness only when stimulated. They felt both pleasure and pain more acutely than females of other species, a fact Juliana was brutally aware of.

“Bend forward, bitch, and spread for me. Who knows, I may use your holes today.”

If only he would, use me as a sex slave was trained to perform for her Master. However Juliana knew as she bent her torso forward they would likely not have sex. There would be only pain for her except perhaps if he raped her throat.

Her Master now fastened a black metal chain to the front O-ring of her collar. Moving around her he pushed her feet apart more, making her thigh muscles strain, and then he fastened an iron bar between her feet to enforce her spread.

Juliana had been through this ritual nearly every suns for more than she could count, so she was not surprised when he put the finishing touches on the position he most liked to torture her in. One by one she felt him take her hands and attach her wrist cuffs to the chains which hung from above. Then she groaned and he tightened the chains pulling her arms up and behind her in the classic strappado position. Juliana’s rib cage flexed and she took in deep breaths to calm and mitigate the pain this position brought her. The awful fact was; this was only the very beginning.

“There, now I’ll let you simmer a while. Think about what will happen, slave.” He slapped her exposed ass and walked away, and Juliana knew it was to prepare his tools of agony and let her apprehension grow to naked fear.

Like all Ranexxian females, Juliana possessed the unique bulbous clit which was capable when aroused of actually moving slightly to orient itself to stimulation. Fully engorged, the clit was larger than a man’s thumb and slightly longer. It was theorized the movement was a genetic mutation brought on by the centuries all Ranexxian females had served as slaves to their men. It had become normal because the original mutated females had found it easier to be sexual toys as their pleasure was enhanced by this huge clit. Of course it was also a damper on any desires to escape slaves might have, as being so easily and highly stimulated, Ranexxian females were now more or less captives of their own sexual biology, thinking about little but where their next orgasm was coming from.

Lifting her head up with great effort, Juliana saw through the tangle of her dark hair her Master was returning with two of the implements she hated most on all. She heard him cut the air with the thin Denoble wood cane, and saw the heavy flogger in his other hand.

“Are we ready?”

Perhaps the most obscene thing was his desire to hear her ask for her pain, and she had learned all to well to not give him this thrill would only make the beating longer.

“Yes, Master, may I take what you so generously offer to please you?”

“You may, but the neighbors are starting to become annoyed at your wailing, so I’m going to plug you mouth so you’ll be a placid, silent slave.” He moved to a cabinet and grabbed a huge leather plug gag. Returning to her he held the plug to her mouth, and Juliana knew what she must do. Obediently she opened wide, allowing the plug to enter and stretch her jaw painfully wide. She hated the damn gag, because it made it so much harder to get a decent breath when the stinging pain came, but fighting it’s insertion would also lengthen her pain.

Now in her twenty-forth season of life, Juliana had served under two other Masters since her initial auction from her school, but she had found both of those Masters normal in the sense they punished her if she was bad and used her sexually quite often. She had no idea (slaves rarely did) why she was auctioned from both her previous households, but she knew it must be a curse that had brought her to Dionysius Appollanus, son of the great Nevon Appollanus. All she knew of why she had come to this hell was it was actually Nevon who had purchased her as a gift for his son on the eighteenth anniversary of his birth.

“There, now we are ready. Hummm, where to start?” Dionysius began tapping the cane lightly on Juliana’s back and she understood he would roam her body in this manner giving her these light manageable strokes until he found a starting place and then the pain would be savage. He moved all over making each part of her tense as it was touched by the cane.

As he tapped her hanging breasts, making the globes jiggle softly, Juliana thought he might begin there as he often did, but then the tapping stopped. Holding her breath she knew this was not good as he had decided and any second now there would be a flash of blinding pain somewhere on her body.

Whoosh, Thwack! The back of her thighs just below her bottom exploded in excruciating pain from the first well placed stroke. Even more strokes followed making her squirm against her bonds even though she knew escape was impossible.

Then it stopped again allowing Juliana time to breathe deeply and suppress the pain, but she understood he was searching for his next location.

“Whoosh, Thwack! Her breasts. From below he was slapping the cane upward to force her breasts into a dance of agony. Near the end of the twelve strokes Juliana’s body convulsed against the torment and she forced what scream she could through the plug.

Again he stopped after twelve, and Juliana strangely hoped her bottom would be next. She hoped this because she knew he would do her bottom, as caning her bottom was linked to the heavy flogger he had brought out. It was normal for him to get her bottom lined with the marks of the cane, red and very sore before he applied the thudding pain of the flogger.

So with this in her mind it was indeed and disappointment when the next blow also rose up from below her and her helpless cunt and clit were caned. Juliana felt the brutal pain rip through her as he large sensitive clit was attacked, and she thought she might pass out. Having no idea what would happen if she did, as she had not yet done so in all her beatings, she imagined him continuing, perhaps oblivious to her unconsciousness.

The caning of her cunt seemed to last forever, but finally it stopped, and she again sucked in air from her nose to help calm the raging pain.

Now Dionysius did was she had hoped her would before, lashing into her rounded ass, and making her shake and jerk with agony again. However there was calmness inside Juliana. He’s predictable, this and then the heavy flogger over it and he’ll be done. Thank you, Felicia for making it bearable.

Juliana often invoked the maid of pain, the one figure slaves were allowed to pray to. All the Gods of Ranexx were understandably male, but Felicia was a beautiful slave girl who served them in legend.

On cue, Dionysius laid down the cane and picked up the flogger exactly as Juliana had expected. She braced for the last heavy doses of agony, and when they were done it was time to think about the better part of her suns. Gallerus will be here soon to collect me and then I will get some pleasure at the tavern.

As Dionysius worked on her with the flogger, Juliana considered what the reasons might be for her Master’s insensate nature. He rarely touches me sexually and even when he does it does not seem to be to climax inside me. Rather it seems when he brutally fucks my throat it is simply another way to torture me. I know his father Nevon was a great Master, a leader amongst men, but his son seems to be a cruel sadist, and I am his toy.

“There, nice and red, perfect flesh for you, slave. This is just how your Master desires you.” He pulled her head up by her hair and began to undo the strap which held the plug in her mouth. Slowly the leather intruder was eased out of her mouth, as Juliana waited to say what she knew he was waiting for.

“Thank you, Master, for the pain. Did it please you?”

He slapped her face, and kept slapping several more times. “What difference does it make to you? You serve because you are a slave and have no choice. You shall take what I give you for the rest of your miserable life.”

His words cut into her as she instantly wondered how long her life might be. Can I deal with a life of pain such as this much longer?

He pushed her head back and moved away from her face but soon he returned with the awful control Juliana raged about more than his brutal beatings of her. A wide leather and iron chastity belt she had worn every day since she became his slave. It was only removed minutes before she was beaten to allow her to pee or defecate and then be tortured without it. Presumably so she could be tortured directly on her sex organs as she was today. He would then belt her tightly again so it was impossible for anyone to enter her anywhere but her mouth.

Juliana’s silver eyes closed and she grimaced as the pointed ridge running up the front of the belt crushed her clit bulb against her pubic bone. The belt was always so tight and uncomfortable extending her suffering even when she wasn’t in his presence.

“There you are, all set for Gallerus to take you away to your tavern service. Enjoy, well enjoy as much as you can.” He laughed and dangled the key around his neck in front of her face before he left the room.

She heard his laughter move through the suite getting gradually softer and softer until a door closing let her know he was gone. Perhaps it’s time to ask Gallerus, for the favor I seek. Yes, new suns will only bring suffering.

Chapter 2

Left in the strappado by Dionysius, Juliana felt all the aches and pains of her body in utter boredom. Yet she had been it this situation so often, she was used to it so gradually her fatigue let her fall asleep.

Juliana’s next realization was being awake and kneeling beside a bench. It was not just any bench, but the rows of benches lining the sides of the Nevon’s amphitheatre. She had seen the inside of the circular show ring once before, but this time something was quite different. First of all, she was not kneeling in Nevon and Dionysius’ box where she had during a slave auction she had witnessed here; she was across the way, as if she were not Dionysius’ property any longer.

As she looked up at the owner’s box, she saw a flag emblazoned above it in red and black, and although she had never before actually seen this flag with her own eyes, she and every Ranexxian slave girl knew exactly what it symbolized. In Legion colors of red and black, the huge face and body of an ancient Congar warrior, precursors to current Ranexxian soldiers, stood holding a giant battle sword. For a moment her eyes dwelt on the huge sword, terrifying in its size and sharpness, and she realized what she had been told might indeed be true. This weapon might require the upper body musculature of a male to weld it. However it was a moot point, as Ranexxian law made it a crime punishable by death for females to use weapons.

Of course, Juliana knew this flag was not hung for just any ceremony, no, it meant Death Match had been invoked. There had been an unsettled difference of opinion between two males and it would be settled in the ancient way with the death of one of them. In these times Death Match was seldom invoked, not like in the past, but when it was the time honored rules and traditions were followed to the letter, resulting in a brutal battle of principles and sometimes champions until a principle was killed.

Juliana looked down into the sand-floored ring and saw two men dressed in battle armor of old approached each other. One was a huge man, bigger she figured than Gallerus who was the largest man she had ever seen. This warrior’s face was strange to her, but his size and fierceness made her think he was a champion, a warrior hired by a principle to fight beside him. The use of champions had made Death Match into an event for more than two, but the two principles were always in the ring and the Death Match always required one of them to die before it was over.