Going, Going, Gone. Sold.

[intriguess]

okay this will be originally a multiplayer scene eventually I expect people to spin off as necessary so as to not clutter the thread with intense interaction between two writers. I personally am not a DOMME/sub person but their is that possibility within this scenario.

Mercedes found this functions distasteful, but if humanoids were anything they were greedy, selfish, and power hungry. Therefore the slave trade flourished, with most contracts allowing for buy out, but it was nearly impossible for a slave to buy freedom without his/her owner's permission. Slaves were originally the poor or those who wracked up major debt, criminals were considered unsuitable for service, but occasionally were used for breeding purposes. Now slaves were descendents of slaves, or a child sold to pay off parents debts, and amazingly people who still managed to live beyond their means. Children were owned by the government and provided with training before they were sold at the age of 18. She noticed the usual crowd and after scanning the arena settled on watching the auction. It was the end of month which meant that all slaves who had turned 18 this month were being sold today.

It drew a slightly different group when 'fresh' slaves were sold, as they tended to be healthier and better educated than their indebted counterparts. The rights of slaves were completely in the hands of their owner, the could not vote, and they could marry another slave if their owner allowed, but any children produced would be slaves as well and many slave owners controlled their slaves access to birth control, whether by with holding it or forcing it upon them. As any child born was automatically bought by the government and out of the slave owners control, it made the breeding of slaves completely in control of the government.

As a government official, she was expected to own a slave and had so far avoided the issue. Her bonus this year was generous and her superiors practically told her that it was to be used to purchase a slave. So here she was watching people profiting from human stupidity and human misery.

 

[Bengal52]

Thomas

OOC: Thomas
2nd son of five male children
6'8", well built from working a small farm all his life.
Been too busy for women, so is a virgin.

IC: Thomas came from a very poor family. They had barely made ends meet at their small cottage just outside of town. The last three years had been exceptionally bad. His parents were broke. They were getting desprit for money but wouldn't take a loan from the bank. His parents had exhausted every other means of earning moeny they could come up with.

Thomas was the one who had gotten to know the neighbors who had ended up in the same situation. That family had lost almost everything to the bank with a loan. This was why his parents wouldn't take a loan but Thomas knew they needed some source of income. He was talking about it with the neighbors when he found out how they had rescued themselves from teh situation. They had sold one of their children into slavery. They missed the child but the child knew what it meant and why. The didn't know what had happened to her but they did know she was well cared for.

This discussion gave Thomas an idea as to how to save his family from their situation. He finally decided he would sell himself onto the slave market, giving all the money to his parents. When he finally brotched the subject with them, they were initally apprehensive but slowly came to realize it was their only escape. So Thomas had gone to the slave markets the day before his 18th birthday, not knowing how significant that date would be for him.

It was a day before they led him out to the selling stands. He looked arround but didn't see his family and was much happier for it. The money was already promised to return to them. After today, they would be secure and he would be someone's property. He was led up to the stand, and told to wait for his auction. He awaited his sale in silence, not paying any attention to those who were bidding.

 

[Hentalise]

301009565

301009565, or Jenni as she called herself had turned 18 3 days ago. She was 5'5" and 110lbs, with short blonde hair. She had no idea what to expect from a life of slavery. She knew that was what she was, she had never thought of any other way of life. In the government institute she had been trained in all the usual female slave duties - cooking, cleaning, maid, waitress, beautician, dancer, etc. Because of her intelligence she had also been trained as a PA/accountant.

As she had been told, 301009565 lay down on her pallet early, to be well rested before being put up for sale in the morning.

 

[intriguess]

Mercedes

The older slaves were sold first, an old trick as they sold for better prices when presented before the 'fresh' meat. And the fresh ones sold better because of the anticipation, it was an old and well worked system. She glanced over those available unsure of whether she would select a male or female slave or considering the size of her bonus one of each.

Then again perhaps it would be helpful to consult someone more knowledgable in the process of bidding. She glanced around, she had attended more than a dozen of these things and it was easy to spot "Owners" people who bought and sold on regular basis trading out old for new, or those who had practically a empire run by slaves.

 

[allonblack]

Charlie

OOC - Charlie Weatherbee, a wealthy young heir apparent who has squandered most of his savings on slaves. He bought them "holesale" as he called it then resold them for a better price. His job of sladetrader had came as a plea bargain when he was convicted of an assassination attempt on his family.

IC - Charlie hated being the middleman. Sure it was nice to get to sample 18 year old flesh whenever he wanted but there was about a million other places he'd rather be than a slave sale. He'd arrived late on purpose since he had no interest in a slave over 25.

His buyers were breathing down his neck and many were demanding refunds. It wasn't his fault that the slaves were being bred bigger and stronger. Most of the women slaves were probably used as comfort women, just to keep the men warm in bed at night and answer their every need. The male slaves were bigger and stronger and had escaped more. So today he was looking for smaller weaker slaves to breed young and break their spirit as soon as possible.

I saw a young woman studying the sale brochure intensely. I approached her "Hi, my name is Charlie Weatherbee, if you're looking for a good deal, just give me a call." I said holding a business card between my index and middle fingers. She looked at me as if I was holding a gun. I nodded that it was ok and she reluctantly took it, placing it in her pocket. I stood there silent for a moment beside her before giving up and mingling amongst the crowd looking for a good place to be seen while bidding.

 

[FlyingAgain]

Melody

Melody came tearing down the alley as fast as her large feet could carry her. She was pretty clod-footed on a good day, and this was NOT a good day. She stumbled and fell, out of breath, her beautiful clothes ripped and stained. Her silky black hair was now a tangled mess, and her ivory features were blurred with streaks of blood.

Where?! Where to hide?

Her parents were dead now... murdered by the men dressed in the strange white clothes. She had no idea where her older brother was. She almost started crying again. If Sent were here, he would know what to do, would know how to keep them safe. And how could she even be sure he that he was still alive? Maybe they had gotten to him too… she wiped the thought from her mind before it broke her down again.

Run! That’s all she could think about now! Not the why or the where, just GO!

She pushed her tall plumpish body harder than she ever had in her life. Ahead of her she saw a small crowd of people milling about. Her jumbled brain couldn’t quite put a finger on why it looked so familiar.

She started for the crowd and then checked herself quickly. Normally these were the kind of people she would blend right in with. But now, in the state she was in, she would stick out like a sore thumb. As she turned in another direction to find a new escape route, she spotted a security door cracked open. Without thinking she ran for it.

Bursting through the door at her pace she slammed her arm hard against the surface. Squeaking in pain, the guard saw her before she could even begin to realize where she was.

“What are you doing here?!” He barked loudly at her.

She cringed back, too terrified to speak. Her ordeal of the past evening was already too much for her soft sensibilities. And now, a guard -- a SERVANT -- was yelling at her?! Her brain just couldn’t begin to assimilate anymore strange information. She began to cry, sobbing hysterically, as she fell to the ground.

The guard’s tone softened at the sight of the her. “You know you can’t turn tricks before the auction!! Are you crazy? How the hell did you get out there?!! If you got caught trying to gain a personal profit you could be punished severely!! My dear gods I hope you didn’t… ”

When he got no more than muffled sobs in reply, he began to pity the girl. Maybe she had tried to escape. It was unusual these days, but it happened from time to time. Grudgingly, he helped Melody up.

“Come with me. I’ll take you to get cleaned up. You have to hurry though; they’re going to start soon!”

He half dragged her down the hallway, grumbling angrily to himself at having to deal with this interruption of his routine. But deep down inside he felt sorry for this poor wretch. How could he make her life any worse than it was going to be? After all, she would be sold into slavery in just a matter of hours.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Jordan Caffrey

OCC:
Name: Jordan Caffrey
Age: 24
Appearance: 5'11", 175lbs, short black hair, blue eyes. Physically fit, very strong, but has the appearance of a younger man.
Description: Rich beyond compare, as the heir to Dyrotech Industry, the world's leading nano-technology company. As the control of Dyrotech is the hands of others Jordan simply gets the profits as CEO. Thus, he has nothing better in life than to spend his money on whatever he wants.

IC:
Being use to being waited on hand and foot Jordan was always in need of new slaves. He had surrounded himself in mostly female slaves, the most beautiful ones at that, because it always made the day all the more enjoyable. He had nothing more to spend on in life, he had everything he could ever want, but with a new slave always brought a new personality. He actually wasn't all that demanding or rough on them, although he definately wasn't lax. They all had their role.

Due to his position and wealth he didn't have to be placed among the flock of bidders and thus sat off in a booth to the side where his assistant did all the bidding for him. How many slaves did he have? A hundred at least all located in his many different residences. Hopefully this stock was much better than the more recent ones he participated in. Actually, he was only here because he had heard good things about this lot.

Crossing his arms he looked on awaiting a slave he wanted to bid on, so far the lot had anything less than appealing. The younger the better, for they were more beautiful, worked harder, and were much more enjoyable to deal with as the threat of an uprising against him was impossible. Only once had he been attacked, poor girl, he had not planned on her attacking him on the balcony, it was her fault she 'tripped' and fell 20 stories from his suite.

 

[intriguess]

Mercedes

She watched as the older...trade ins...they were sometimes called sold rather quickly. Looking down at the list of merchandise she saw why, there was a large number of fresh meat, and so people were trying to speed things along. She looked at the mans card, it was amazing, but she supposed many people didn't like the auction atmosphere or required specific training. She was pondering what was included in the basic education and realized there was a lot lacking, mainly because education was not always wanted in a slave.

 

[allonblack]

Charlie

I spotted Jordan Caffrey in the crowd. His family and mine had always been in competiton so to speak. Our businesses were very different but we were competition in the social class. I knew he thought he was god's gift to women so I would let him bid whatever he wanted then swoop in at the last minute and bid a price I knew he would never match. Just because he was rich didn't mean he wasn't cheap. Personally I felt he should be banned from the auctions, but money talks. I learned a long time ago not to get attached to any of the slaves but I still respected the fact that they were human beings.

Jordan had saw me feed the slaves in a holding truck once and reported me to slavery commission. I was banned from two auctions, big deal. But at one of those auctions an escaped slave was going to be resold and was shot instead as a warning to the others. I felt bad that I couldn't be there to buy her and at least keep her alive. Since then I did my best to beat Jordan's bids.

I knew he would head for the young woman whom I'd just talked to. I devised a plan as I walked towards her. "Hello again," I said with a soft smile, "see that man over there?" I said pointing to Jordan. "He's probably going to come over here and try to sweet talk you, but in his mind all women are slaves, so if I were you I'd avoid him before he puts out a fake warrant saying you're an escaped slave." The women had a puzzled look of concern.

"I haven't seen your face around here before but I must say it's a welcome change from the horny old men that just come here to buy female slaves. If you have any questions about the auction process just let me know. In fact I'd like to buy you a slave, I know that's not as good as a drink, but consider it a peace offering." I said studying the cage of 30 year old and above women.

 

[intriguess]

Mercedes

It was at his words that she realized that she was one of the few unattached females in attendance. Most females were accompanied by their partners or business collegues. She did not realize how much of a target she had made herself today. She usually did attend with other government officials but today since she was purchasing she had not wanted any distractions.

The idea of someone making a fake warrant was ludicrious, but she supposed if a person did not have a valid work tattoo it was possible. She had her tattoo since she was 16 and it was touched up and added onto as her position changed. Then again only government officials were required to have them, it allowed her certain privileges as many other forms of ID were easier to fake.

Faking a tattoo was punishable by death, and she had seen only one case in her lifetime. The option for him to buy her a slave was unusual and seemed sincere.

So she smiled politely and headed to acquire a beverage, all this thought of buying a person was making her thirsty.

 

[FlyingAgain]

Melody

She stood numbly in the queue. The past hour seemed like a strange dream.

The “doctor” behind the desk in the green room the guard had taken her to appeared to be much more of a government worker than any doctor she had ever seen. She remembered him complaining bitterly to the guard at the request to get her cleaned up and back in with the group unnoticed. What she didn’t know was that Dr. Q’antin owed the guard a favor for turning a deaf ear when he had been caught with a particular slave girl long ago. Had the incident been reported, the good doctor would have been much more than just fired. It had been her lucky day… in a way.

When she first realized what had happened, where she was and what they thought she was, she began to scream hysterically and fight. The doctor misinterpreted her actions at that time as an unwillingness to submit to his examination to ensure that her hymen was still intact. After being given a mild sedative, and examined roughly, she was so numb she could barely think straight.

Then something in her brain clicked. She wasn’t stupid – she knew what her situation was. But maybe… who in their right mind would look for her HERE? They had found her parents, despite all of their money and connections and ability to buy protection. And now her parents were dead. Going the same route would do her no good.

Could she do it? Could she pretend to be a slave? She knew the slaves at her family’s house. They had many. And it didn’t seem to her that the life they led was really that bad. They did a few chores and were fed and kept well. Some of them even had status and freedoms if they were smart and dependable. She could do it! She could hide here as a slave and they would never find her!

 

[Bengal52]

Thomas

Thomas kept looking arround. This all seemed so irregular to him. He didn't know anything about this. He kept getting second thoughts. Luckily it would be a while before he would be put on the block. He turned to the guy next to him, and saw a man writting down education of the slaves. The man would stop and ask the slave for their name. Thomas was getting worried

Thomas was one of the few who was not born a slave. He also was one of the biggest men here. Many of the male slaves looked strong but none seemed to have the physical experience with labor he did. Even seated he stood out. It didn't look like any other here had spent a day in a field. Then it dawns on Thomas that this might hurt his sale price. Being from the farm, he was almost completely uneducated. He knew his numbers and could write somethings but not much. All he would be good for was physical labor.

Thomas had his problems flowing through his mind when the man stopped before him. "Name?"

Thomas looked up, unanswering, not quite comprehending what the man had asked. He softly stumbles through, "T-t-thomas."

The man looks startled. This big man doesn't seem to be dumb yet seems so distraught at his curent situation. He asks an unusual question. "Why are you for sale?"

Thomas laughs lightly. He speaks softly, keeping his face down. "I'm trying to get enough money to help my family. They need the money. But I'm uneducated and unexperienced in the bedroom."

The man stops in surprise. He's never encountered someone acting selflessly by selling themself. "Have you any education?"

Thomas closes his eyes. "None at all. I've spent my whole life working the field and my family couldn't afford for me to go to any form of education. I can do my numbers and write a bit. Its all I could learn on the farm. I know some of caring for the books too I guess. Its all life experience."

The man frowns and writes a few words down on his papers and walks on, showing his feelings for the man in his eyes.

 

[FlyingAgain]

Melody

The doctor had started cursing again bitterly when he couldn’t seem to locate Melody’s slave ID chip. He scanned her again and again. Finally, due to the lack of time, he injected her with a new ID chip and very hastily updated a new profile for her in the comp system. She had heard her father’s stories about the slave auctions over dinner many nights, so she knew enough to tell the good doctor she was 18. She had given her name as “Marina” -- they had given her an id number in return.

Now Melody/Marina stood nervously in the line of other young people, trying to keep her panic and second-thoughts at bay. Her stomach felt hungry, and she felt dizzy and off-balance. She couldn’t keep still. She tried not to fidget in line too much. She had been so worried about being discovered; but now as she approached the bidding block, her fears about the soundness of this plan began to eat at her.

She could see that her “fellow slaves” ahead were being questioned by a government official with a clipboard. The very muscular and attractive youth ahead of her seemed to be a bit flustered at the question asked. She wondered what she would be asked. She took a deep breath.

“Melody,” she thought to herself fiercely, “you are a high-ranking government official’s daughter! You were born and raised to be in charge in situations like this. Pull yourself together!!”

Unconsciously her posture changed as she focused. Her small chin rose up in slight defiance and a spark came into her eye. A little bit of her normal haughtiness returned to her then, and she grasped onto the attitude as hard as she could. She knew it was only this – her rearing, education and attitude – that would get her through the next few hours intact.

 

[Starsailor2804]

Jordan looked on as the slave's were prepared for auction and like so many times before he had been lied to. The lot wasn't particularly anything special, yes, there were some beauties, some very beautiful women at that, but none that stood out. That's what Jordan thought until he saw one slave that surely had potential to her. The medium height, short blond haired female ( Hentalise ) was so far the best of the group. Although he wasn't particularly keen on the blond hair especially as it was short. Jordan was very picky, especially when his money was being spent.

Calling over Jeffrey, his male slave, who had become much more like a personal assistant who lived a great life, Jordan pointed out the woman and told him to bid as highly as possible for that one. He hadn't planned on bidding on anyone else, so far, plus money was surely not the issue. Yawning he looked around the crowd while they waited, what a bore this had been thus far.

His residence in the beautiful countryside was nearly finished and he planned on showing his new slave this residence as he moved in. He would be staying there for many weeks and if she proved herself worthy she may become much more than just a simple slave as Jeffrey had.

 

[intriguess]

Mercedes

She watched as the fresh meat were gathered around for display purposes. She glanced at the redhead, she stood out in the crowd and Mercedes could not recall seeing a slave with such distinctive characteristics. There was also a slave who was a fresh sell, and she felt sorry for any family that would sell off a child to pay off debt, but she figured it also would help that they would have one less child to feed.

She glanced over at the others wondering exactly what kind of slave she was looking for, household/business/personal use....her purpose would make a difference in what she bought.

 

[FlyingAgain]

Melody (a.k.a. "Marina")

The official approached Melody with his paperwork. "Name?" he demanded.

"Marina," she replied, a little too loudly. She flipped her long black hair over her shoulder, a nervous reflex that she quickly squashed.

He reviewed some basic questions with her: education, skills, etc. She could honestly tell him of her educational level as many slaves were well educated. She stammered on her "skills" answer a bit, trying to remember as quickly as she could what her family's slaves did. "Basic domestic services... dancing... um.... administrative…”

Fortunately for her he took her hesitation as nervousness at being sold and he moved on without interest.

Her tall, rounded body was something she had always considered a setback. She had always longed to be petite and graceful like so many of her cousins. However, along with the onset of maturity came the realization that some men seemed especially attracted to her voluptuous figure. Her height was offset somewhat by the delicate, almost-cute set of her features. That coupled with her most excellent and envied ivory complexion might be an advantage here. After all, didn't people want strong slaves? People always assumed she was stronger than she was because of her height.

Melody straightened herself up as much as possible, sticking out her breasts as high as she could manage. She smoothed her silky black hair with purpose now, and wet her lips. She was determined; committed to her plan. She refused to think about the fact that she had no options at this point.

As the time for bidding approached, some of the other slaves (and hopefully some wealthy bidders) began to take notice of her. Her stance had become more self-confident, relaxed and somehow more alluring.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lyssa

~ Lyssa did not want to be there.. She certainly did not want to be a slave.. at this point being alive was just a burden to her...

Chained to the wall... slowly she lifts her eyes.. glancing around her... there were others here.. slaves... free... with a cant of her head she regards the gathered... as she pulls aimlessly on the chains that shackled her wrists and ankles.. at least they did not choke her with that bloody steel collar again.. that was a small blessing...

Quite the site she was... young.. she just turned 19... cocoa colored skin.. smooth... sleek.. soft... curves in all the appropriate places... dark eyes that seemed to see all.. or maybe have seen all.. what color hair does she have you ask? ... she has been shaved bald for the moment... and that she loathed... she once had a mane of chocolate brown.. that fell down her back like a fall of shadows... but that had been taken from her... part of her ... punishment..

This too.. was part of her ... punishment.. to be enslaved.. at the mercy of another... to be bought and sold as if she were nothing more than an animal... well.. that was what she had been told... that she were an animal...

She had been cleaned up... and wore the barest of a shift that covered her... and showed her off... clinging to the mounds of her breasts and barely hanging down to cover her more.. intimate .. places...

She said nothing.. oh she was able to talk.. quite well spoken actually... but she found that silence seemed to work better for keeping her out of trouble for the moment..

Miserable.. but knowing.. if she were not sold today... only death awaited her...

which was worse... slavery..?? or death???

 

[Wolf Badger]

OOC
Jesper Olsen, male 21 years old, blond hair, blue eyes, 6'2", muscular build

Orphaned at a young age, Jesper is the heir to the vast Olsen fortune and today, his 21st birthday, he takes full perosnal control of his multi million trust fund. Until now his wealth has been administered by a board of trustees in acordance with his father's will and he has been comfortbaly but not decadently kept. He plans to change that now and he wants to start by buying his first slave (maybe two, hell he's got the money).

IC:

Jesper scans the slaves as the organisers start to arrange them for the auction. One in particular catches his eye ['Marina'], she is striking - tall and voluptuous with beautiful ivory skinbut what really grabs Jesper's attention is her relaxed, confident stance. Whilst the other young slaves shuffle nervously into position eyes cast down, she looks ahead with a haughty confidence which seems out of place. Intrigued, Jesper decides he will definitely bid for this one when the time comes but first as this is his first time at an auction he decides to watch the bidding closely and get a feel for the proceedings.

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis Williamson

Travis was an old hat at these auctions, after all it was his living. He'd been buying, training, and reselling slaves for almost 20 years now. He was known for being a strict disciplinarian. Slaves that obeyed him were treated fairly; however, any who disobeyed were punished harshly. Very harshly. The reputation served him well now, as his reputation was well-known around the slave community. Few slaves dared to cross him.

Today's auction was pretty routine. Sure there were some beauties, there always were. He'd pick up his share. But what's this? He spotted the shaved woman chained to the wall. This was the spot reserved only for the most uncooperative. The shaved head was a sign of punishment. Her body was perfectly shaped, and he adored the exotic color of her skin.

It was this type of slave that Travis bought for himself. He relished the challenge of breaking the untamable. Of course, he wasn't always successful. His last venture ended most unfortunately. She was too uncooperative and had to be discarded. Such a shame. Travis was eager to start again, and this woman looked like she had some fight in her.

Travis approached one of the officials and whispered to one of the officials that he was interested in the shaved prisoner. The official looked somewhat relieved - they often didn't sell and therefore had to be put to death, which was costly.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Lyssa

~ the chains rattled as she shifted .. one foot to the other.. lifting her head.. she peers around her once again.. most free did not take an interest in her.. and for that she was glad.. perhaps having her mane shaven off had served a beneficial purpose after all... perhaps death were better for her...

Pulling at the chains.. as if testing their strength.. she catches one looking at her.. as if studying her... she shoots her gaze back at him.. as if daring him to approach her.. then she shakes her head.. what was she thinking... she could not hide herself from him.. this .. silken shift she was wearing hid nothing.. and she had seen some of the other free pawing at some of the offered women and men... obviously testing to see if they were "worthy" of buying... why would she even dare one to approach her..
a deep breath taken.. her eyes caught within his.. a deep fire seeming to burn within..

Finally turning her head and gaze away... she tries to think of happier times... before everything that happened... before she was caught and imprisoned... and offered as a slave.. ~

 

[intriguess]

Mercedes

The first lot of fresh meat was brought out, ten at a time, and usually sold individually. She watched who was bidding and on what type and was still scrolling through the list looking for something that stirred her interest. She had noticed the chained slaved and was relieved when someone inquired about her and would undoubtedly make a low ball offer that would be immediately accepted.

The woman had been one step from death and luckily someone wanted the challenge. Mercedes took a deep breath and focused on the slave up for auction.

 

[allonblack]

Charlie

The woman buyer excused herself. I shook it off and let her go. Rejection didn't hurt me, I could have any woman I wanted. However I admit that I am a spoiled brat so perhaps my nice gestures come off as arrogant attempts at bribery.

I stroked my chin as I pondered which slave to buy. A young girl with a shaved head caught my attention. I thought she would be perfect for a farm slave since most of the farmers were picky and would be turned off by her lack of hair. Of course the shaved head was punishment but the farm work was more than even the most rebellious slave could handle. The work would break her. Therefore she would actually work and not escape. A slave like her could help build my credibility back up. I knew it wouldn't be easy to buy her, as I'm sure many other buyers had my idea.

I thought about buying the shaved slave for the woman I had just spoken to. Perhaps it would be a good icebreaker and women slavetraders, though rare were usually just as harsh, if not more so than the male buyers. Most of the women buyers were there to buy a concubine for their husband, a maid, or just someone to be like a daughter, but under indentured servants rules. I'd witness many women buyers hitting and spitting on the female slaves that had just bought. I guess the idea of competition in their household drove them crazy.

 

[TheCentaur]

Travis Williamson

Travis saw another trader looking at the shaved-headed woman. He tried to head off the auction by speaking privately to the official. Sometimes he could pick up a slave by avoiding the bidding that way. It wasn't quite legal and didn't always work, but he made sure the officials were well compensated and taken care of regardless.

This time he hoped he could picked up the shaved woman. He wondered what her story was. She obviously wasn't bread to be a slave. She was a fighter. He really wanted to possess her. To break her. Nothing would please him more.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ she saw that One... (TheCentaur) .. talking to the "officials" ... officials her ass... more like abusers in her book... and pointing to her... Lyssa growled low... she wanted out of there.. she wanted her damned freedom again... with a burst of strength she pulls hard on the chains... but only succeeds in drawing attention to herself with the clanging sounds...

She is approached by one of the... "officials"... he was more of a .. "controller" so to speak.. in case one of the slaves became unruly... it did not happen to often... but "controllers" had to be there just in case.. some of the male slaves up for sale were downright strong...

His hand wraps about her throat... forcing her back to the wall.. her low snarl heard... what he says is heard only by her... but his hand on the whip coiled at his hip gets the message across... she manages to calm back down.. at least to his face... as he walks away.. she is tempted to spit at him.. but manages to keep that urge under control...

Looking up... she sees that One man.. gone... well.. at least he were out of her line of site... dark eyes scanning over the others.. ~

 

[Bengal52]

Thomas

Thomas looked arround at the other slaves and saw a woman tied up. Thomas was new so he didn't know why she was almost nude. He turned to the slave next to him. "Hey. What's up with that girl over there?"

The boy looked at him oddly. "She has beent rouble. That's why she has had her head shave of course. Don't you know that? Every slave back home does."

Thomas blinks. "If she's trouble, what happens if she isn't sold today?"

"She dies of course. No use for ill tempered slaves."

Thomas could barely keep from staring. He glanced over at the woman in time to see a guard being rough with her. She wasn't taking it easily but Still it almost made thomas get up. His self control was maxed out just keeping him seated there, not going to aid her. IF he went to help her, he'd probably never get sold. Thomas tries to hide his anger, looking down at his lap. HE quickly releases his fist once he finds them clenched. Thomas looks arround, seeing no one who seems to have noticed his anger.