#adventuresofj

Groggy, she awoke with a gentle startle and opened her eyes, shaking off the blurriness of the morning. She could hear the crackle of a fire nearby warming her as her mind tried to process the scene.  She surveyed the area around her – canvas walls draped from a large central pole in the middle of the room.  Appraising herself, she found she was dressed in a diaphanous silk gown that left very little to the imagination and she appeared to be lying on a warm fur rug of some kind.  A small ring of gold circled her throat, and a thin chain connected the ringlet to the tent’s post.  

Where was she?

Blinking away the early morning, she took in her surroundings more closely.  She was not alone - at least four women, similarly adorned, were in different stages of rising from sleep.  They appeared to be in a large tent of some sort, and a cacophany of noises rang from the outside.  A hand shook her arm; startled, she jumped back and spun her head quickly.

A curvaceous brunette, also dressed in a silk gown and chained to the post, looked at her intently.  “Oh no, I’m sorry!  I’ve not seen you before…are you new?”

“Y….yes, I think so,” J stammered back, finding her voice. “Where are we?”

“None of us know exactly.  We all just woke up one day to find ourselves here.  I’m April.  The rest of the girls can introduce themselves, but the redhead is Jasmine, and the Asian with dark hair’s name is Mei.  We’ve each been here for at least a year, though the days seem to run together after a while.” April absentmindedly pulled her robe back up her shoulder.

“But...how am I wearing this?  Why am I chained to a pole?” J asked indignantly.

April let out a small sigh, and a look of kind sadness was plain on her face. “Ah, dear.  Yes, the first day is always a bit of a shock for the new girls.  The best we can tell is that we are in a tribe of some sort, and we appear to be fighting a large war against another tribe.  They call us kairaku, and we are expected to serve, well, basically whoever they tell us.”

An incredulous look passed over J’s face.  “Serve? What do you mean, serve…?”

“Sometimes it’s just small things, like dinner.  Sometimes it’s entertainment, dancing.  Sometimes it’s...more,” she left the last word hanging like a sword over the conversation.

“That’s disgusting! I’m not going to…”

“You will,” April interrupted.  “One way or the other.  Listen, I wish I had time to break it to you gently, but I don’t.  It’s easier this way.  If you don’t do what you’re asked, the punishments are very unpleasant - and it’s not just you that gets them.  If you do what you’re told, things are much easier for all of us...and some of what you’re asked won’t be that bad.  Some will even be enjoyable, if you let yourself enjoy them.  Just follow our lead and you’ll be ok.”

A loud bell chimed from directly outside the tent, and April quickly kneeled next to the post, her back arched and knees spread on the furs, exposing what appeared to be a scandalous amount of leg.  The other girls quickly arose and did the same, all forming the same post.  J quickly did her best to match their post, tugging the dress down as modestly as was possible.

A large man, lean and tightly muscled, his hair tied up in an intricate design of beads, stepped into the room, followed by several women carrying trays.  The serving women were wearing silk dresses dyed a rich green, offsetting the deep red dress that J and the women with her wore. Each serving woman quietly placed the tray, containing a cup of water and a thick stew, in front of each of the kairaku.  The aromas were enticing, and J absentmindedly wondered when she had eaten last.  

She looked up from the tray to see the man standing over her intently.  He reached down and lifted her chin up, appraising her.  “I see we have a new girl…,” his hand felt rough against the soft skin of her jawbone, and J pulled her head away.  He chuckled quietly. “Feisty one, isn’t she?  Send her to my tent after she eats her lunch.  We’ll see how feisty she is then.”  Abruptly, the man turned on a heel and left, followed by the women in the green dresses.

April’s voice rose again as things went back to normal, a slightly worried tone tinging her words. “It’s best you eat, now, dear…”

Lifting the spoon to her lips and taking the first bite of the delicious stew.  Spicy and hearty, the meal seemed to warm her body all over.  The feeling progressed until she finished, building into an intense heat offset by calmness and a gentle tingle throughout her body. 

“What was in that,” J said.  Her body temperature felt slightly elevated, and as she moved her legs, tremors of pleasure washed through her body as the silk of her dress swished against her inner thigh.

“It’s something they put in the food.  You get used to it, but the first few times can be...intense.  I wouldn’t do that…,” she admonished, watching J move her hand slowly down her body without thinking.  “It just gets stronger until you sleep it off...here they come, good luck.  Be good.”

One of the serving girls appeared in the tent again and efficiently went to the center pole, removing J’s chain from where it was secured and stating matter-of-factly, “You.  Come with me.”  She began walking away, and J scrambled up behind her to avoid being tugged by the collar still attached to the chain.  The colors as she made her way through the war camp seemed bright and over-saturated, likely an effect of whatever they had put in her food.  She found walking caused friction she’d never been aware of before in areas of her body that responded to such things.  The soft silk of the dress brushing against her nipples kept them at hard points, and she had to stifle low gasps with each movement.  The sun against her skin felt rapturous, and she arched her back in pleasure, soaking it all in.  

With a gentle tug on her lead, the serving woman directed J to a tent, set apart from the others, and a bit larger.  “The one you asked for, sir,” she said demurely, before quickly exiting and leaving J inside, her eyes slowly becoming accustomed to the darker room.  She stood in the center of the tent, not unlike the one she had just left, laden with soft furs and a fire crackling gently to one side.  The warmth was tinged with a sort of pleasurable torment, and she shivered against the feeling.  Movement out of one corner, as the man with the beaded hair from earlier rose, his sharp features illuminated in the firelight.  He deftly removed the chain from her neck.  A quick tug behind her neck, and the soft dress fell into a pool around her feet.  J reacted instinctively, her hands rising to provide her some semblance of modesty.  Another wave of pleasure rocked through her body as her hands brushed against very sensitive places.  

“Oh no, little one...we can’t have you hiding such a pretty view, can we?” he asked, stepping away slightly.  He returned with two cuffs, similar to the collar around her neck, and snapped them shut, one on each of her wrists.  His skin on hers felt agonizing, a trail of fire wherever his touch landed.  The chain from her collar was quickly threaded through the cuffs, and attached over her head.  J felt her body stretch, completely exposed, and her breathing came short and fast.  

The man slowly trailed a finger down the length of her side, starting at her neck and coming to rest just below the curve of her hip.  J could feel the single line burning through her, settling into deeper places, and she unconsciously arched her back to meet the man’s touch.  Slowly, his finger trailed along the front of her thigh, coming to rest perilously close to the deep heat she felt inside of her.  

Almost as an afterthought, he reached out a finger and stroked that spot gently.  A gasp exited her mouth as she tilted her head back at the pleasure.  She could feel the blood racing to the touch, and she could feel herself become slick at his attention.  

“Perhaps not all is so bad, little kitten…,” the man said, continuing to stroke gently.  “You do not need to hide your needs, you get to live in the pleasure…” He bent over and whispered softly in her ear, “nothing to hold you back.” At the same moment, his finger slipped inside her, tight, exploring the most sensitive regions of her body.

It came unexpectedly, washing over her in a wave of pure ecstasy, her body trembling and cries escaping her lips against the pleasure.  In the moment, all she could want was more, her pleasure and his touch the only things her mind could hold onto.  She rocked her hips, leaning towards him as he slid another finger inside of her….teasing, touching, and ohmygodnotagain, another orgasm ripping through her body and emptying her head of all thought.

J blinked, and realized that the man’s clothes were gone.  I don’t remember that, she thought, gazing appreciatively at his well muscled frame.  Her thoughts only went so far as her pleasure.  The need filled her so intently as he stepped forward, his hands cupping her ass as he picked her up.  She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, a soft “please…” escaping her lips as she looked at him…

As soon as the word escaped, he was in her, and she was vaguely aware of her teeth digging into the skin of his shoulder as she shuddered a third time, even more intense than the first two.  She knew she was moaning as his rhythm increased, and she lost track of where one orgasm started and where the other ended.  Lost in her pleasure, she gave herself to the moment, and allowed the pleasure to wash through her body.

Some time later, he was finished, and she felt him remove the chains and carry her next to the fire.  Unexpectedly tender, he placed her in a warm, soft pile of furs.  Her body still a daze from the after effects of the pleasure, she very quickly drifted off to sleep.

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The room was sparsely decorated, almost sparse, but not without beauty.  She woke up in a giant bedroom of black, white, and steel.  A small intercom stood next to the bed, which was made up in what had to have been the finest of cotton and down.  Confused, she pressed the button quietly… 

“Good morning Ma’am, how may we be of service this morning?”