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Ms. Sherry's Plights

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The continuation of Miss Sherry's story,

Ms. Sherry's Decision

I thought that I already posted this series here, but it seems I was wrong. Because the main character is a member of this forum I feel it should have a place here. Many, many thanks to Chinadoll for the inspirationa nd her very substabtial contributions to the text. The first dozen or so of...
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again inspired by and in collaboration with @chinadoll

Ms. Sherry Wang had volunteered to be transferred into a parallel universe by the sinister scientists that control CERN.
After an elaborate and lengthy audition she was drugged and dropped right into the smoldering ruins of a sacked city in a barbarian world.
It may be savely assumed that life will not be easy for her. :)
 
As she was dragged along her head began to clear and she realised that she was dragged through the streets of a city that just had been sacked. Some buildings were reduced to smouldering ruins and once they passed a group of soldiers fighting a blaze.

And there were bodies lying in the street.

She cleared her throat that burned from the smoke she had inhaled.

“Ah, the little piece is awake now,” she heard the voice of the soldier who was holding her legs.

“If you stop a moment I could do her right here, she has a sweet bum,” and she felt her thighs being spread.

“Shut up, idiot, and keep walking unless you want the sarge to kick your ass.”

“I’d like to hear you, if we would swap places, and you would see this tender piece of meat right before your eyes all the time.”

“Just think about Nuri and Alfred, how they looked, nailed to the cross, with their dicks stuffed in their mouths. That’s what you get for plundering! We are a disciplined army!*

“Yes, sir! Discipline, sir! Right, sir!”

The soldier in front kicked a body lying in his way.

“There you see what happens to an undisciplined army. I prefer to live and wait with fucking until the loot is shared.”

They carried Sherry to the ruins of a large compound. The roof was missing in some parts and some of the walls had collapsed but part of a former courtyard was already cleared from debris.

She heard sobbing and crying as they entered but had no chance to take the surroundings in, before she was flung into a corner, where some other girls cowered.

“Oh, not another one!” she heard a deep voice booming.

“Relax, there can’t be too many more coming. Found this one in a room on the floor, sleeping like a baby.”

“Yeah,” the other soldier added, “buck-naked, but no collar, no tattoo or brand.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that. Just make sure she can’t run away. But please keep it simple! I spend half the day with opening fancy knots! How much rope do you need to tie up a slip of a girl like that?”

“Ah, come on! The fighting forces deserve a bit of fun at least, before you back area guys get your hands on them sweeties.”

“Not much fighting necessary, once those new siege engines did their job. I haven’t seen so many collapsed buildings since a long time? What good is it to conquer a city, if everything is smashed to ruins?”

“Sending a message to the other ones, I suppose. But there were not too much fires, there should be a nice little outcome for each of us.”

“I certainly hope so! Before you leave, please just help me to carry these boxes over here. This must have been the public slave yard and luckily they were well stored with spare collars. I ran out of our own a dozen of girls ago.”

Picking herself up to a sitting position Sherry could see a tall man picking the girl next to him, holding her up by her hair and ripping her clothes from her body.

“Be a good girl and hold up your hair so I can collar you, otherwise I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

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Crying, the girl obeyed and had a narrow iron band fixed around her neck. Then he pushed her to a wall and tied her hands to a metal ring above her head.

“Three more to fill the row, then those who are not marked will get their slave sign” he cheerfully announced. Some of the girls in the line started to scream and pray for mercy.

“Shut up. We don’t have time so it will be just a little stamp on your shoulder, won’t hurt much.”

Without further bothering about the wailing girls he grabbed the next one.

“Ah, already collared,” he grinned, “you know the score, honey.”

Indeed, the girl did not seem to be afraid at all but instead gave the man a tempting look and took an obedient pose. Unmoved the man tied her to the wall as all the others but gave her a slap on her bum before he continued.

Sherry understood that all girls captured in the city, regardless whether they were slaves or formerly free women, were collected in this place.

The freshly enslaved ones mostly were shivering in terror, crying, some even trying to fight against their bonds or trying to crawl away, others apathetic from shock or resignation. The experienced slave girls were much more relaxed, albeit some of them seemed worried or even cried because they had lost their beloved masters.

The sound of whip lashes and screaming told Sherry that male captives were treated in a similar way in the adjacent courtyard on the other side of the wall.

The big guy methodically worked through the girls, collaring them, undressing them if necessary and tying them up in a line at the wall. When all spaces were filled, he called a helper from the other courtyard, who carried a box, and went along the row asking each girl whether she was marked. The girls who could not present a slave branding or tattoo were grabbed by the neck, pressed against the wall and received a stamp on their left shoulder. The stamp obviously consisted of a multitude of fine needles that penetrated the skin. Before blood began to flow, the master quickly rubbed blue ink into the small ‘S’-shaped wounds.

All the girls winced, some cried out, during the procedure but the man methodically continued his work completely unaffected, showing neither meanness nor sympathy.

Once they all bore the mark of slavery they were taken from the wall and the helper ushered them down a stairway into a basement.

Sherry waited motionless for her time to come, her head bowed and silently savouring the bliss that glowed inside her. Tied up, naked, awaiting to be collared. Finally. This was what she had longed for. This was what she had dreamt of. Her heartbeat fastened every time she thought about being marked. Would it hurt badly? She hoped so but was afraid at the same time.

But before it was her turn another soldier appeared, better dressed and with the air of authority.

“Hey Simon! The commander sent me. He needs ten or twelve of these bitches to decorate the fortress walls. The warlord is expected and the commander wants to give him a nice show.”
 
“Take your pick, lieutenant. There’s more than enough. Short, tall, dark, pale, chubby or lean ... whatever the lord prefers.”

“Well, I was not invited to his parties recently, so I don’t know what he likes. I guess I’ll take a nice mixture with a little bit of everything. Like the red-head with the fat tits you are just handling.”

Although Sherry knew it was not her place to do so, she felt a strong urge to speak up and volunteer herself. The word 'decorate' quickly flooded her thoughts with images of exposure to the elements, and humiliating bondage, designed to force a display of her body for all eyes to see. As she daydreamed, Sherry felt a strong hand seizing her hair and pulling her up.

“And this little one with the funny haircut.”

“She’s not yet marked and collared.”

“Never mind, we’ll take care of it. I believe they have something special in mind and I have to hurry.”

“You want some boys in the mix? They are over there, in the next courtyard.”

“No, the commander specifically asked for girls. The black here is nice and those two brunettes. Do you have a pretty blonde?”

“The cells in the basement are full, you’ll surely find what you need.”
 
Together with about a dozen of other girls, Sherry was tied to a coffle and dragged through the streets up to the citadel.

Behind the broken gates of the enclosing wall from a spacious courtyard, a long and winding staircase led up to the upmost buildings where the residence of the governor had been. Now it served as the headquarters of the conquering army and its commander.

The girls were placed on the wall that lined the stairway, each of them tied up by soldiers to prevent any movement and to make sure they presented their bodies to each passer by.

Sherry was annoyed by the constant crying, moaning and sobbing of the blond girl next to her. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply to tune out.

Sherry actually had fantasised about being part of a huge gaggle of attractive slave girls. It was just that she did not realise before how it would feel like to be in a real crowd such as this.

Just a part of the new life, she reflected, and at least she was enjoying her bondage.

They lay there for what seemed an eternity, the ropes cutting into their skin while they increasingly suffered from their cramped positions.

Then finally trumpets blared to announce the warlord's arrival and that he was on his way up. He was a huge man, surrounded by bodyguards and advisors and he visibly winced, when he saw the climb he had to make.

“Dammed be these citadels! I should have called Bargon to come down to see me in the camp! The cheeky bastard is getting cocky!”

“It will be an important sign for the survivors, when you take up residence up there, Lord, and be it for one night only,” one of the counsellors said.

“Oh, shut up! I know all this! But I hope he prepared some fun to make my stay worthwhile!”

He took a rest to take a breath and examined the tied up girls.

“Now, what is this?” he grinned pointing at Sherry, “What a funny haircut! I wonder what she did to deserve this. And so tiny. I bet I could break her like a twig. Maybe I should try?”

He closely watched Sherry’s reaction to his remark. She knew he was referring to her. Initially averting her gaze, she snuck a glimpse of the warlord and was astounded by his fearsome appearance. A tidal wave of shyness inexplicably overcame her, barely concealed. It seemed that Sherry caught the attention of one of her ‘types’.

“Ah,” he boomed, “that’s interesting! Take her up, I’m going to play a little with this one!”

With this he resumed his climb and Sherry, still tied up, felt lifted and carried by strong hands up the stairs.

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At length they reached the top of the citadel and were greeted by the commander of the forces that sacked the city. Sherry moved her head up and was able to see the destruction of the city around her. On the ground she saw lines of beautiful naked women tied up, groaning and squirming. From a distance she thought she could see some familiar faces from her world, which gave her a brief sense of joy.

The warlord panted heavily and, after catching his breath again, growled,

“I should nail you to the gates for making me come up here, Naron!”

But he smiled as he said so.

“If this is how you wish to reward me for presenting you the city of Barsap,” Naron replied, “the enemy’s last stronghold in the north, my lord, then I will bow to your wish. Should I send for a hammer or do you prefer to have some wine, refreshments and talk first?”

“You are a cheeky bastard, Naron,” the warlord laughed. “Wine! Lots of wine!”

Sherry was carried behind them into a spacious, airy room, the walls rising half as high as the rest of the building and its roof held up by columns, allowing a spectacular view of the city, a huge river and far over the flat fertile country. The warlord’s guard dropped her in front of the divan the warlord had chosen to rest on, then he joined the other soldiers and counsellors standing behind him at the wall. Naron sat down respectfully in front of him.

Sherry grunted, but the men ignored her. She struggled to find a comfortable way to rest given how she was tied up. One of them helped her get in a relatively stable position, her body folded while her weight was supported by her knees and heels.

“Don’t you want to enjoy the view of the lands that are now yours, my lord?” he asked.

“Ah, I know Barsap,” he replied, placing his feet on Sherry’s back and sighing with comfort. “Have been here often enough as a guest of governor Ranjit. Drinking his wine, fucking his girls. Where is he now?”

“He fled, together with most of his administrators. There was a secret tunnel ...”

“Ah shit, Naron! There always is a secret tunnel! You fucked up!” the warlord growled.

“I’m sorry my lord! But still, we have the city and Ranjit’s family.”

“It was Ranjit I was after! Now he will go east to fight there! But his wife is a cutie, you can have her as a reward. His daughters will go to the brothels for the troops. We will keep his son as a hostage, but if nothing comes out of negotiations you can castrate him and send him to work.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

Sherry quietly absorbed as much as she can of the conversation, learning a lot about the goings on in her new world in the process. The warlord’s feet lay heavy on her back, but she was thankful that she was positioned in a way that she did not have to strain herself. Hearing about the ruler’s wife and daughters titillated her for a few moments, and her mind raced trying to recall if she saw anyone who might match their description among the women she encountered earlier.

“The lower part of the town is in pretty bad shape, I noticed. The new siege engines did do their job?”

“They worked perfectly, my lord. The defensive walls were reduced to rubble within a week. There was a lot of collateral damage, though, but at least that gave our boys an easier time going in.”

“What about the enemy’s soldiers?”

“Most of the regular soldiers either died or surrendered. Only Ranjit’s Honour Guard gave us trouble until the end, covering his escape.”

“Good fighters?”

“Very good, my lord.”

“Well, I know they won’t make us much money, but you can sell those regulars who surrendered. We filled all the markets already. But kill their commanders, make a nice show with them outside the city, to serve as a lesson for the citizens. Impaling, skinning, whatever you want. The surviving Honour Guard can go home if they want but be sure to offer them to join us first. Do you have an estimate on the booty?”

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Thanks to @chinadoll for the inspiration and her contributions to the text.
 
“Not yet, my lord, we are working on it.”

“Karsheek here will help you,” the warlord replied, pointing to one of his counsellors, leaning at the wall. “Just to see we get to the same results. As usual, 50% go to me, 20 you can keep for yourself, 20 for your officers and 10 to the men as is time honoured custom.”

Naron nodded.

The warlord lifted one of his feet from Sherry’s back and and moved the big toe along her crotch.

“This talk of booty makes even slave-girls wet, see?” he showed is toe, glistening with moisture to Naron. “Actually, I’d like to dump a load as well.”

With this he opened the belt holding his kilt, squatted behind Sherry, and pushed his hard rod deep inside her, smiling at her moaning.”

“Karsheek, you discuss the details with commander Naron until I’m finished with this little piece of joy. Have you noticed her funny haircut? I think I’ll take her for me. Cute round butt she has too.”

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It did not take long until his thick prick emptied his load into her and he sighed with pleasure.

He pulled out and fell back into the cushions.

Sherry’s mind had gone blank when he had started using her. She knew her body was reacting to his humping, she knew muscles were cramping and relaxing again, she even heard herself moan but her self drifted in a different sphere.

“Take her away now! These bitches are too distracting,” the warlord ordered. “Fissif, bring her to my room, together with some other one. A bit of contrast, you know?” He chuckled, “And tie them up for a nine-hole-challenge, let’s see how much I can score tonight.”

Fissif, a small wiry man dragged her aside and started to open the knots of her bondage, several times shaking his head with disapproval. “Amateurs!” he muttered when he had to use a marlinspike to open them.

“You may get up on your knees now,” he told her, when he finally coiled up the ropes.

Sherry almost cried out when she tried to move after such a long time of being tied up. Her arms and legs were hurting horribly but she bit her lip and raised herself to a kneeling position. She could not stop the tears of pain running down her cheeks or her silent whimpering.

Fissif was about to drag her up and leave the room, when the warlord stopped him.

“Wait! I said I’ll take her for me, so give me a collar. One of the heavy choking collars. This will look nice on a slender neck and tiny shoulders like these.”

He rose and was handed a heavy band of iron with a lock and ring in front and a hinge in the back. He towered over Sherry, pushed her head back and fixed the device around her neck.

Grabbing her hair, he forced her to look up to him: “You know what this means? You are mine now!”

Sherry knew she had to acknowledge this now, but she needed several attempts until her trembling lips could utter “Yes, Master!” audibly.

“Good girl!” the warlord muttered, patting her cheek with his huge hand. “Get her out of here now, Fissif.”

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Sherry was made to walk in front of the handler along some corridors. In the luxurious room prepared for the warlord he told her to kneel down while he fixed a long, light chain to her collar.

“I’ll go to get another one. If you are clever, you’ll use the time to move around and stretch. When I’m back I will tie you up again and you might stay like this for a long time. You can eat some of the fruit there and drink some water. If you need to relieve yourself there are facilities behind this curtain. Clean yourself thoroughly, the master despises dirty slaves.”

For the first time being alone since she awoke in this world Sherry noticed that indeed she felt desperate for food and drink. When she had quenched her thirst and hunger, she used the water and towels she found in the niche behind the curtain to make her presentable. She was sorry that she could not find a mirror or combs, because she wanted to be pretty for the warlord. Instead, she followed Fissif’s advise and started to do some stretching exercises to prepare her for what might come.

“Look at me,” she thought, “trying to be attractive to the man who owns me as a toy. Just as I always dreamt of.”

”And he want’s to fuck me again, so I did not do bad,” she mused and felt some pride, “But being tied up for so long was really painful. And this heavy collar chafes terribly.”

Before long the door was opened and Fissif came in dragging a crying girl with hands tied behind her back behind him.

“Contrast indeed,” Sherry thought as she knelt down without being ordered to, “Blond, big tits and ... well, a bit on the pudgy side. And the silly bitch seems reluctant to serve a master.”

Fissif threw the sobbing girl on a narrow bed and grabbed one of her legs and arms to tie them together. When she tried to struggle, he slapped her twice hard in the face. She gave up fighting but cried still louder.

“Come here!” he ordered Sherry, “and kneel above her!” Sherry obeyed immediately and Fissif connected both their collars with a lock, then tying her limbs to those of the girl underneath her.

Having finished he patted Sherry’s bum and stepped back to check his work.

“That looks nice. Six holes ready for the lord, just as he wanted. I’m sure he’ll like it.” The blond girl shrieked as he checked her pussy with his fingers. “And she is dripping wet as well, despite all her crying. I hope, I will get the chance to play a little bit with both of you, once he get’s tired of you. If there is something left to play with, that’s to say.”

Sherry had been aware of her submissiveness since childhood and always had embraced this kink. But, despite her strong fascination with other girls at work and the female members of her own family she had rather late admitted to herself that she was bisexual and she never had had the chance to act on it. Now, feeling the soft body of the girl wriggling beneath her, sensing every shiver of her skin and every trembling of her limbs, she could not help to get aroused. If only one of her pretty friends or relatives were in the place of this sobbing blonde!

“Stop crying,” she whispered, “just relax. Be proud the warlord himself will use you for his pleasure.”

“What do you know, you dirty slut of a slave!” the girl hissed angrily, “you have been born unfree in some pigsty and been a slave all your life! I am a free woman! I’m from a good and wealthy family! I am no slave!”

“Oh, shut up, stupid!” Sherry replied. “I have been free all my life and hated it! I have not even been in this world for more than five or six hours!”

“What? You are a New Girl? Oh goodness, everybody knows you are crazy! What a shame, to be tied up with one of you! How embarrassing! That’s so humiliating ...”

She would have gone on with her rant but Sherry had enough of it. Not being able to move her arms or legs, she still had her teeth. Vigorously she pressed her mouth on the blonde’s and bit her lip. The girl screamed but could not get away. Without thinking Sherry thrust her tongue deep into her mouth. To her surprise the girl eagerly returned the kiss while still sobbing and struggling against the ropes.

“Oh, I see you make yourself comfortable already!” a loud voice boomed.

The warlord entered the room, laughing and a bit unsteady on his feet.

“Ah, Fissif did a good job, as always, good man, that!” he chuckled as he took in the view.

“Now let’s see where we will begin.”

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Zungur said:
She would have gone on with her rant but Sherry had enough of it. Not being able to move her arms or legs, she still had her teeth. Vigorously she pressed her mouth on the blonde’s and bit her lip. The girl screamed but could not get away. Without thinking Sherry thrust her tongue deep into her mouth. To her surprise the girl eagerly returned the kiss while still sobbing and struggling against the ropes.

“Oh, I see you make yourself comfortable already!” a loud voice boomed.

The warlord entered the room, laughing and a bit unsteady on his feet.

“Ah, Fissif did a good job, as always, good man, that!” he chuckled as he took in the view.

“Now let’s see where we will begin.”

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The warlord stuffs his erect cock in the dark haired woman's ass and violently fucked her. He grinned and exclaimed "few can take my cock in their ass. Do not cock her. I'll keep this little one!"
 
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The warlord stuffs his erect cock in the dark haired woman's ass and violently fucked her. He grinned and exclaimed "few can take my cock in their ass. Do not cock her. I'll keep this little one!"
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i like him already <3
 
Early the next morning Fissif dragged Sherry and the blonde girl to one of the still working bathrooms of the residence as soon as the warlord had left the chamber.

They had barely time to clean themselves when they were ushered out of the room and down the long rows of stairs into the city.

Fissif busied himself with arranging them, together with eight other girls, around a throne mounted on a cart. Heavy iron chains and shackles held them in rather uncomfortable positions but they all knew better than to complain.

The warlord appeared, pushed two of the girls to the side and sat down on the fur-clad chair. Fissif chained the two last girls into place and stood back, admiring his work.

The warlord seemed less happy.

“What? Is this wreck of a cart the best you could come up with?”

“I am so sorry, sir, but the fire reached the court where the governor’s ... the former governor’s coaches were stored. We had to do with what we have, my Lord.”

“Well, with all those asses and pussies to see, I hope no one will look at the carriage.”

He turned to one of the military commanders waiting.

“Find a dozen useless bastards in different regiments, blame them for setting fire to the town and crucify them! Those idiots have to learn that you can’t pillage a burned down city! Whoops!”

“What is it, my Lord?”

The warlord burst out laughing.

“Can you believe it? This little black slut just started to suck my cock!”

“You want me to replace and punish her?”

“No way! You should know that I appreciate girls who take a risk trying to please. Add her to my private stock, when we leave the place.”

“Oh sir, she was just a dancer in a tavern.”

“How come, you know everything about all those newly acquired girls, Fissif?”

“It is my job, Sir, and I pride myself to do it well. This fair-haired girl now, you spend the night with, she is from a very good family and ...”

“That pudgy blonde? Don’t ever get her near me again! If it was not for her constant sobbing, I would not have known that she is alive. It felt like fucking a dead sheep! That other one, in contrast, the one with the funny haircut, ... where is she by the way?”

He looked around and, spotting Sherry, reached down and patted her head.

“She was good fun.”

“A New Girl, my Lord, they usually are better than average. Still, maybe you allow me to suggest you might concentrate a bit more on well-bred girls and ...”

“You are such a snob, Fissif,” the warlord laughed, “once they wear a collar, they don’t have a family anymore and all are the same: fuck-meat! Now step back, we have to get going!”

As the cart started to move, he grabbed the hair of the black girl in front of him, to look at her face.

“I tell you what, girl. This little New Slut down there really wore me out tonight. Now, when we reach the square outside the walls, I am supposed to fuck governor Ranjit’s eldest daughter on a stage before I butcher one or two of the administrators. Normally this means just going through the moves and to put up a show. But the soldiers love it, when they see that it is the real thing that happens. So, little one, if you manage to make me hard again after this night’s efforts, I promise I will find some dashing cavalry lieutenant as your owner, once I get bored with you.”

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