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Lusty Sinner
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Count Alexander Barov sighed as he woke up to once more spend another day at another bazaar and to view some more slaves at the slave auction. It had been just about four months since his liege lord, the Archduke of the kingdom or Nightvale had sent him on a fool's errand to buy a Circassian slave, one that had to be an expert at belly dancing, playing multiple instruments, singing in multiple languages and pleasing men sexually and sensually. She had to also be trained and completely obedient. He might as well have sent him to fetch a unicorn and the elixir of life while he was at it. He was not one to question orders from the Archduke, in fact, he was honored to be chosen for a difficult mission and it would also take his mind off of his recently deceased wife.
Alexander and his small regiment of knights had been in this godforsaken country for three weeks. They had put the word out in every city they visited if there was someone like that on sale. His men also scoured each city to find the time and place of their slave auctions, so he would not miss any. He had purchased a slave to teach him the local language and to pleasure him at night, but also one to keep his men happy and from starting too many brawls all over town.
This was proving to be a harder mission than his usual ones, which generally involved fighting and invading. Fighting he could do, but how do you fight bad luck and the lack of supply of slaves with the voice of an angle, the looks of a Nymph and the grace of a swan. But, Lord Barov was not one to quit, his code of conduct prevented him from quitting on a mission he had embarked on, he had never done it in his thirty five years on this earth and was not about to start now. He put his chain mail on and headed outside and greeted his right hand man and old friend. Sir Maximilian was somewhat of the opposite of Barov, he was carefree, walked around with a constant smile on his face like a moron. Alexander was more of the stoic strict man which made their friendship all the more unlikely on the outside. Barov did have a habit to smirk and grin in some situations and be sarcastic, but was stoic and showed no emotion most of the time.
However, those few who knew them both well, knew that Barov only had the serious intimidating expression that matched his large frame when on missions or among strangers. With his few trusted confidants, Maximillian being one of those few, he was a different person and a gentle soul at heart, but he did his best to hide that fact with a strong facade matched by his war record, having never lost a duel and being proficient with sword and spear. He thought going around being all friendly would tarnish the reputation of the tough weathered knight.
He nodded at his friend as he walked out of the inn "Another day my friend, let's see if we have any luck today". Max smiled and nodded at his dear friend "Today is the day, I am telling you." The knight said with his trademark jokester expression. Alexander shook his head at him "You say that every single day you fool. It has been nothing but disappointment thus far." Max shook his head "Let's get to it, you can't deny spending a day looking at and touching sex slaves is a bad day." Max said with a grin.
The Count pushed his friend aside and got on his horse "Let's go Shadow" his horse was black as the night and fast as the wind and had served him admirably throughout this rough trip that started at the end of the winter and is now threatening to go into the next winter. They had left their Northern kingdom in search of the unicorn at the beginning of March and it was now almost the end of June. He would really like to be on the road before the end of July to get a good head start so they would only need to ride for a few weeks after the first snows.
They rode into the bazaar, hitched their horses and with two guardsmen in tow, all armed to the teeth, the four men made their way into another slave auction, this was the tenth one they have attended in three weeks in three different cities. Finding a beautiful Circassian slave with all those talents was seeming more and more likely to be impossible, who would throw away a treasure like that after all?
As luck would have it, one such treasure was on sale that day. She was the center piece of the open auction. "Your patience finally paid off my friend" Max said as he pointed at her and licked his lips. The Comte nodded "Yeah, we might be able to leave this horrible place finally, no place like home". He said and looked at their prize, the unicorn was possibly found, but he was not going to be hasty, her appearance matched what they were looking for, now he needed to know if she also had the talents.
There she was a gorgeous Circassian slave in the classical belly dancer outfit. Hers was gold and pink showing off her arms, most of her legs and her belly. Her face was covered in a beautiful sheer black and gold veil. The young woman was barefoot and standing on a foot-high pedestal. Her slender wrists were wrapped in leather cuffs and the cuffs were attached to a chain above her head forcing her to stay on her toes and with her arms extended upwards. The slave was not resisting, indicating that she was trained or terrified or both, and the chain may have been just to enhance her beauty by stretching her body.
The men made their way to her pushing through the crowd who all made space and some cowered in fear. Alexander ignored all the other slaves on display, most naked, a lot were beautiful, but his eyes were trained on the pale belly dancer, she was now his prey, and the crowd and the slavers will not stand in the way of completing his mission. He pushed a few people out of the way and was now standing in front of her, his men at his back. He looked at her straight in the eyes. With her on a foot-high pedestal and on tip toes, she was just a couple of inches taller than him indicating that she was rather short.
His hand moved and his fingers wrapped around her chin under the veil and he moved her face right and left. The slaver standing next to her reached forward "Sir, you cannot touch her, you can touch all the other slaves if you want. But this one, she's a Circassian sir, very valuable". Alex glared at him shooting him a death stare "Do you have a death wish good sir?" The threat, combined with the size of the man and his accompanying heavily armed troops were more than enough to get the slaver to back off and cower away with his head bowed.
With a calmer voice Alex looked at the woman and then at the slaver "Oh she's Circassian is she? I had not noticed, much obliged for the helpful information sir." Barov said sarcastically with one of his rare smirks and then was back to being stoic as he then turned his attention back to the treasure in front of him. He can buy her and if she was satisfactory, he could finally go home. If only it was that easy, the Archduke was a prickly old bastard and buying him a slave that looked the part but had no skills was not a good option, so he had to test if she was up to the task first.
Breaking out of his thoughts, Alexander's hands then moved to her hair, thick rough fingers exploring the silky strands of auburn hair. His hands then found her neck, one hand locked on the front of the neck and one at the back. He was not choking or hurting her, just holding her by the neck. Nodding in approval, his hands then moved to her hands and his fingers slid down her arms enjoying the soft feel of her skin.
As his hands reached her armpits, they kept moving down her sides to the dip of her waist and then flare of lush round hips. He was very satisfied with how she felt thus far and kept going, his hands exploring the bare skin of her legs and his fingers enjoying the soft skin and the supple flesh underneath. When he reached her ankles, he let go and then took her hips and turned her around so her back was facing him. He moved back to her feet and his hand locked around her ankle and he pulled her leg up and back bending her leg at the knee and her sole was pointing up while she teetered to balance on the toes of one foot. He ran his hand along her bare sole and then repeated with the other one, satisfied that her feet were as soft as the rest of her skin. He then turned her around and once again locked his fingers around her chin "Do you have a name, girl? And do you have any special skills?" He asked, his voice deep and calm as he stared deep into her eyes.
After he listened to her response, and nodded as he listened carefully. He then stroked his chin for a moment, fingers going through his short dark beard. She said her name was Katirah. She played the Oud, flute and zither, he had no idea what those were, but will have to find out if she can actually play good music or not. She said that she can sing 100 songs. Knows stories to rival Scheherazade. That she dances. Knows Latin and Greek. That was a sticking point, she did not know his native tongue. He knew some of hers, enough to get by, but he would need to buy her a slave or servant that is fluent in her language and his to teach her.
Mostly satisfied, Barov turned his attention to the slaver "I will likely be buying this slave, but I will require a more intimate inspection of her body, so find us a private room to do so!" Alex ordered, when the slaver seemed to hesitate, Lord Barov grabbed the slaver's shirt and looked down at him "Now!" The slaver swallowed "Certainly Sir" He fumbled as he reached up to release the slave from the shackles and then helped her down off of the pedestal. The slaver grabbed her arm roughly and started to guide her away. Before he took more than once step, Alex stepped in front of him and blocked their way "Are you completely mad?" He asked, his voice clearly showing his irritation and patience thinning with the slaver. "She is a delicate flower you scum! This is not how you treat a delicate flower." The slaver let go of her arm, not sure what to do "Bring her some shoes! We don't want her feet stepping in all this dirt." The slaver nodded and ran into a building and grabbed one of her shoes, a simple pair of brown sandals. The slaver put the shoes by her feet and Alexander watched as she slipped her dainty feet in and then he took her arm, more gently than the slaver, but still with a firm vice-like grip on her arm. He looked at the slaver "Lead the way!"
The slaver nodded and walked towards the same building and then Alexander and the girl followed behind. On their way, they saw two slaves with little attention given to them, they looked like they were starving too. They were clearly not desirable as they were a little older and frail, the woman looked like she was in her mid to late thirties, way past her prime as a slave and the man was in his forties and did not look particularly strong.
Alexander stopped and called the slaver "I will be taking her too" He said pointing at the woman. She looked up at him and then at the man next to her "Please sir, don't separate me from my brother, he is all I have!" She begged, but the slaver ignored her pleas and pulled her up to her feet, the man tried to say something, but then ended up holding his tongue. The two siblings were in terrible shape and looked like they had not eaten their fill in months. Alexander noted that they were in terrible condition and was disgusted at how some people treat their slaves or servants to the point of starving them like what seems to have happened with those two.
The slaver, Alexander, Katirah and the female slave got in the building, the slaver guided them to a room, it was a small office with a desk and a couple of chairs, but not much else. The slaver stood in the room causing the Comte to once again almost lose his patience "Do you think I will steal her? Do not insult me, now go, give us privacy!" His voice and tone gave no room for negotiation, and the slaver walked towards the door whispering "I will be right outside, if you need me sir".
Alexander glared at him "I will not be needing your services...... Out!" He said firmly and pointed at the door, the slaver left and closed the door behind him. Shaking his head and sighing, he looked at the new slave and then grabbed her by the neck "What's your name slave?" The woman gasped at the rough touch "Jasmine, Master. At your service!"
The Comte nodded at her "Alright Jasmine, I have purchased you to be her servant, you will take care of her every need. Starting immediately, your first task is to strip her naked for me to inspect her body." He then turned his attention to Katirah "And you, Katirah, don't resist as she strips you, show me what you're hiding under the silk."He knew she was beautiful, but he was not going to buy his Archduke a slave without inspecting her body for imperfections first, especially seeing as this one was worth a small fortune. Jasmine took a cautious step towards the far more beautiful and young Katirah and reached with her hand to start working on the belly dancer's outfit.
Alexander and his small regiment of knights had been in this godforsaken country for three weeks. They had put the word out in every city they visited if there was someone like that on sale. His men also scoured each city to find the time and place of their slave auctions, so he would not miss any. He had purchased a slave to teach him the local language and to pleasure him at night, but also one to keep his men happy and from starting too many brawls all over town.
This was proving to be a harder mission than his usual ones, which generally involved fighting and invading. Fighting he could do, but how do you fight bad luck and the lack of supply of slaves with the voice of an angle, the looks of a Nymph and the grace of a swan. But, Lord Barov was not one to quit, his code of conduct prevented him from quitting on a mission he had embarked on, he had never done it in his thirty five years on this earth and was not about to start now. He put his chain mail on and headed outside and greeted his right hand man and old friend. Sir Maximilian was somewhat of the opposite of Barov, he was carefree, walked around with a constant smile on his face like a moron. Alexander was more of the stoic strict man which made their friendship all the more unlikely on the outside. Barov did have a habit to smirk and grin in some situations and be sarcastic, but was stoic and showed no emotion most of the time.
However, those few who knew them both well, knew that Barov only had the serious intimidating expression that matched his large frame when on missions or among strangers. With his few trusted confidants, Maximillian being one of those few, he was a different person and a gentle soul at heart, but he did his best to hide that fact with a strong facade matched by his war record, having never lost a duel and being proficient with sword and spear. He thought going around being all friendly would tarnish the reputation of the tough weathered knight.
He nodded at his friend as he walked out of the inn "Another day my friend, let's see if we have any luck today". Max smiled and nodded at his dear friend "Today is the day, I am telling you." The knight said with his trademark jokester expression. Alexander shook his head at him "You say that every single day you fool. It has been nothing but disappointment thus far." Max shook his head "Let's get to it, you can't deny spending a day looking at and touching sex slaves is a bad day." Max said with a grin.
The Count pushed his friend aside and got on his horse "Let's go Shadow" his horse was black as the night and fast as the wind and had served him admirably throughout this rough trip that started at the end of the winter and is now threatening to go into the next winter. They had left their Northern kingdom in search of the unicorn at the beginning of March and it was now almost the end of June. He would really like to be on the road before the end of July to get a good head start so they would only need to ride for a few weeks after the first snows.
They rode into the bazaar, hitched their horses and with two guardsmen in tow, all armed to the teeth, the four men made their way into another slave auction, this was the tenth one they have attended in three weeks in three different cities. Finding a beautiful Circassian slave with all those talents was seeming more and more likely to be impossible, who would throw away a treasure like that after all?
As luck would have it, one such treasure was on sale that day. She was the center piece of the open auction. "Your patience finally paid off my friend" Max said as he pointed at her and licked his lips. The Comte nodded "Yeah, we might be able to leave this horrible place finally, no place like home". He said and looked at their prize, the unicorn was possibly found, but he was not going to be hasty, her appearance matched what they were looking for, now he needed to know if she also had the talents.
There she was a gorgeous Circassian slave in the classical belly dancer outfit. Hers was gold and pink showing off her arms, most of her legs and her belly. Her face was covered in a beautiful sheer black and gold veil. The young woman was barefoot and standing on a foot-high pedestal. Her slender wrists were wrapped in leather cuffs and the cuffs were attached to a chain above her head forcing her to stay on her toes and with her arms extended upwards. The slave was not resisting, indicating that she was trained or terrified or both, and the chain may have been just to enhance her beauty by stretching her body.
The men made their way to her pushing through the crowd who all made space and some cowered in fear. Alexander ignored all the other slaves on display, most naked, a lot were beautiful, but his eyes were trained on the pale belly dancer, she was now his prey, and the crowd and the slavers will not stand in the way of completing his mission. He pushed a few people out of the way and was now standing in front of her, his men at his back. He looked at her straight in the eyes. With her on a foot-high pedestal and on tip toes, she was just a couple of inches taller than him indicating that she was rather short.
His hand moved and his fingers wrapped around her chin under the veil and he moved her face right and left. The slaver standing next to her reached forward "Sir, you cannot touch her, you can touch all the other slaves if you want. But this one, she's a Circassian sir, very valuable". Alex glared at him shooting him a death stare "Do you have a death wish good sir?" The threat, combined with the size of the man and his accompanying heavily armed troops were more than enough to get the slaver to back off and cower away with his head bowed.
With a calmer voice Alex looked at the woman and then at the slaver "Oh she's Circassian is she? I had not noticed, much obliged for the helpful information sir." Barov said sarcastically with one of his rare smirks and then was back to being stoic as he then turned his attention back to the treasure in front of him. He can buy her and if she was satisfactory, he could finally go home. If only it was that easy, the Archduke was a prickly old bastard and buying him a slave that looked the part but had no skills was not a good option, so he had to test if she was up to the task first.
Breaking out of his thoughts, Alexander's hands then moved to her hair, thick rough fingers exploring the silky strands of auburn hair. His hands then found her neck, one hand locked on the front of the neck and one at the back. He was not choking or hurting her, just holding her by the neck. Nodding in approval, his hands then moved to her hands and his fingers slid down her arms enjoying the soft feel of her skin.
As his hands reached her armpits, they kept moving down her sides to the dip of her waist and then flare of lush round hips. He was very satisfied with how she felt thus far and kept going, his hands exploring the bare skin of her legs and his fingers enjoying the soft skin and the supple flesh underneath. When he reached her ankles, he let go and then took her hips and turned her around so her back was facing him. He moved back to her feet and his hand locked around her ankle and he pulled her leg up and back bending her leg at the knee and her sole was pointing up while she teetered to balance on the toes of one foot. He ran his hand along her bare sole and then repeated with the other one, satisfied that her feet were as soft as the rest of her skin. He then turned her around and once again locked his fingers around her chin "Do you have a name, girl? And do you have any special skills?" He asked, his voice deep and calm as he stared deep into her eyes.
After he listened to her response, and nodded as he listened carefully. He then stroked his chin for a moment, fingers going through his short dark beard. She said her name was Katirah. She played the Oud, flute and zither, he had no idea what those were, but will have to find out if she can actually play good music or not. She said that she can sing 100 songs. Knows stories to rival Scheherazade. That she dances. Knows Latin and Greek. That was a sticking point, she did not know his native tongue. He knew some of hers, enough to get by, but he would need to buy her a slave or servant that is fluent in her language and his to teach her.
Mostly satisfied, Barov turned his attention to the slaver "I will likely be buying this slave, but I will require a more intimate inspection of her body, so find us a private room to do so!" Alex ordered, when the slaver seemed to hesitate, Lord Barov grabbed the slaver's shirt and looked down at him "Now!" The slaver swallowed "Certainly Sir" He fumbled as he reached up to release the slave from the shackles and then helped her down off of the pedestal. The slaver grabbed her arm roughly and started to guide her away. Before he took more than once step, Alex stepped in front of him and blocked their way "Are you completely mad?" He asked, his voice clearly showing his irritation and patience thinning with the slaver. "She is a delicate flower you scum! This is not how you treat a delicate flower." The slaver let go of her arm, not sure what to do "Bring her some shoes! We don't want her feet stepping in all this dirt." The slaver nodded and ran into a building and grabbed one of her shoes, a simple pair of brown sandals. The slaver put the shoes by her feet and Alexander watched as she slipped her dainty feet in and then he took her arm, more gently than the slaver, but still with a firm vice-like grip on her arm. He looked at the slaver "Lead the way!"
The slaver nodded and walked towards the same building and then Alexander and the girl followed behind. On their way, they saw two slaves with little attention given to them, they looked like they were starving too. They were clearly not desirable as they were a little older and frail, the woman looked like she was in her mid to late thirties, way past her prime as a slave and the man was in his forties and did not look particularly strong.
Alexander stopped and called the slaver "I will be taking her too" He said pointing at the woman. She looked up at him and then at the man next to her "Please sir, don't separate me from my brother, he is all I have!" She begged, but the slaver ignored her pleas and pulled her up to her feet, the man tried to say something, but then ended up holding his tongue. The two siblings were in terrible shape and looked like they had not eaten their fill in months. Alexander noted that they were in terrible condition and was disgusted at how some people treat their slaves or servants to the point of starving them like what seems to have happened with those two.
The slaver, Alexander, Katirah and the female slave got in the building, the slaver guided them to a room, it was a small office with a desk and a couple of chairs, but not much else. The slaver stood in the room causing the Comte to once again almost lose his patience "Do you think I will steal her? Do not insult me, now go, give us privacy!" His voice and tone gave no room for negotiation, and the slaver walked towards the door whispering "I will be right outside, if you need me sir".
Alexander glared at him "I will not be needing your services...... Out!" He said firmly and pointed at the door, the slaver left and closed the door behind him. Shaking his head and sighing, he looked at the new slave and then grabbed her by the neck "What's your name slave?" The woman gasped at the rough touch "Jasmine, Master. At your service!"
The Comte nodded at her "Alright Jasmine, I have purchased you to be her servant, you will take care of her every need. Starting immediately, your first task is to strip her naked for me to inspect her body." He then turned his attention to Katirah "And you, Katirah, don't resist as she strips you, show me what you're hiding under the silk."He knew she was beautiful, but he was not going to buy his Archduke a slave without inspecting her body for imperfections first, especially seeing as this one was worth a small fortune. Jasmine took a cautious step towards the far more beautiful and young Katirah and reached with her hand to start working on the belly dancer's outfit.
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