Slavery in Ancient Egypt(Closed)

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The market was a frightening bustle of chaos as people from all parts of Egypt haggled and discussed prices while businessmen hawked their wares. Everything from gold, incense and women were available for a price, barley and beer spilled as men leered up at the line of bound men and women in the center of a dust circle, the Nile rushing on behind them, it's waters deep and muddy.

The sun beat down on the backs of the slaves, some dark skinned Nubians, a few Hebrews, a handful of lighter skinned Greek men. An olive skinned, petite female stood trembling in the midst of this diverse group, the shackles around her slender wrists seeming comically oversized, the simple white tunic hanging off her body. She was tiny, hardly five feet tall-and at first glance she appeared to be a child. Only on closer inspection, perhaps by pulling tight on the modest, pristine cloth or through pressing the frightened girl against them would one realize just how full her breasts were, how erotic the curve of her hips, the soft flat belly.

Nyssa wore no wig, no eye makeup-just a trembling Greek in a strange land, stolen from her very home to the screamed protests of her sisters. They too, had been captured. They too, had been sold one by one up and down the nile until there was only her, the youngest, the most modest, the most -afraid-. Her sisters had been fierce. But Nyssa was the baby, she was the sweetheart, the innocent.

She didn't dare spit on her captors. She didn't fight. She stood shoulder to shoulder with women who towered over her, small and alone.

 

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Jalaladin , Ja for short, cursed the bit as his whip lashed out, a stark red line appearing across his shoulder, the blood quickly leaving clean streaks down his skin. Ja, smiled. Thy would teach the boy to try and touch his horse

Ja was tall at almost six and a half feet. His shoulders were broad and toned, muscles flexing underneath his simple silken vest. Today he was heading to the slaver, and there it was always better to seem like you had less rather then more

His dark sinister eyes began to scan the blocks as he turned up the auction street. The had laborers and fighters, artisans and craftsmen, house maids and serving wenches. Ja didn't care for any of this market, it smelled filthy, but he needed half a score more men for his fields, he had had to have several drawn and quartered for attempted escape, and quickly found himself regretting the choice

He paused at the small station beside an auctioning floor, not even caring to see what he wa buying, he simply told the auctioneer he wanted the first twelve lots and told him where they were to appear tomorrow. He dropped a hefty bag if coin and tuned to leave

He froze as he turned, a small exotic pair if eyes caught his, but then quickly darted away when he looked at her. She was petite, and her hair glistened in the sunlight. There had been something about her eyes......

"150" he called out as he stepped up to the Dias, looming her over. Curious at what the cloth hid. She couldn't e fat, but.....

He was snapped out if his revelry as someone bid against him

"500" he called as the auction began to get heated

 

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Nyssa kept her eyes firmly on her slippered shoes, regretting having looked up to accidentally catch a man's eyes. Maybe, maybe he hadn't seen, maybe- "150".

The chained women on either side of her leaned away, leaving Nyssa little doubt as to who the bid was for. Oh no...her stomach twisted into knots as her breathing picked up, shallow, small breaths that quickened the beat of her heart and made her feel slightly dizzy. Someone else shouted a price, the man before her countered-and her face turned pink with embarrassment, knees beginning to tremble a little.

This...this was not happening. It could not be!

Her eyes flit up to the crowd fearfully-but the man, the -tall- man was blocking any view she could hope to have.

 

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Ja smiled as the other bidder backed off. He turned his head towards his prize. The auctioneer called out the sale and he watched as she was turned and ushered off the selling block. Her tiny frame moved under the skimpy cloth hinting at a full pert frame.

Ja walked to the side she was ushered from, he paid the man at a small desk as she was lead around to him. After paying he looked her over briefly. His tall dark frame loomed over her. He reached out with a strong hand and lead her away to the side, dragging her behind him. He turned and pressed her against the wall

"Let me see you. Lift up that robe of yours. I need to see what I have bought my master. Are you trained in anything? What did you do before brought here?" He asked in a gruff voice as he reached out his hand, impatient for her to respond, and pulled the thin fabric up

Her slender waist as curving hips were immediately apparent. So were a pair of young perky melons. Full swelling olive orbs stood full and firm on her chest

"Oh yes, nice indeed. Are you a maiden? Have you been had before?"

 

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Something happened, someone had won-ushered off and lead out once more, all she could do was stare straight ahead at a point on his chest, her trembling knees threatening to betray her.

He didn't say anything, and Nyssa dared another quick, furtive glance upwards at his face-which forced her to tip her head back, his size immense compared to her. Her lips parted, thinking to say something, anything-when he grabbed one of her slender wrists and hauled her off behind him, the poor girl hardly able to keep up with his long strides.

Nyssa struggled to remember some Egyptian as he forced her against the wall, the words feeling foreign, archaic on her tongue. "P-please-" She managed, interrupted by his string of questions-speaking almost too quickly for her to translate. What, what did he want? Training? Occupation-

"Music-" She answered, a slight wiggle against the wall, uncomfortable-and then without so much as a pause, he lifted her thin shift up and-!

She would pull the shift back down, wide eyed and panicked, a bit of color across the bridge of her nose, the tops of her cheeks-a pretty blush indeed. Her lips parted, closed-a worried expression. Perhaps if he knew she was virginal he'd leave her alone-

Nyssa nodded quickly, small hands still holding fast to the hem of her shift, her arms unintentionally pressing those pert breasts together beneath it- and then seemed to realize he had asked two questions. Hastening to answer, she repeated "No man, no men." To confirm, her accent coloring the words.

 

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He chuckled as she grabbed the hem of her robe and tugged it back down, covering the shapely form beneath. Her answer made little sense to him, but he figured it in a moment. She would make a lovely prize

He knew his master would love to watch her play

"Good. That may save you from the fields. Please my master and you will not find a hard life" he told her with a smile

"Do you know nothing of men?" He asked as he grabbed his groin. A completely incompetent woman would not please his master

"I can show you something our master finds most pleasing" he said as he hailed her back and around a corner, into a tight alley way. His back was to the street and the alley so small that no one could see her

" on your knees slave"

 

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Nyssa tried to work out what he was saying, his smile earning him a small, uncertain curve to her lips, even as she held the shift down to prevent a second peep. So...he, he was a slave as well? He was not a master of them?

Unsure what that meant, exactly, she gave a nod, grateful for any advice at all about her harrowing situation. No, she did not wish a hard life.

And then he asked her about men, and her smile faded, looking troubled. She shook her head no, eyes flitting embarrassingly away from his groin. He said something else, leading her down an alleyway-the confines limiting her options for escape, should the thought have even crossed her mind. She could no longer see the street, hear the people-and then he ordered her to her knees.

Nyssa slowly obeyed, a swallow as she looked up to him, his immense height even greater now, from this position.

"Yes?"

 

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Ja smiled as she diligently knelt before him. Her tiny frame putting her directly in front of his loose white baggy pants.

"You can use your lips and mouth for kissing and sucking a mans sword. It provides a delightful experience for the man, if you are shown" he told her as his hands went to his broad sash around his waist. The dark skinned Egyptian slaves muscles flexed and rippled as he reached in and pulled his member forth in front if her

His long thick member hung in front if her, swelling and lengthening as life stirred in his loins

"This is a mans sword" he said as his other hand slid to the back of her head, pulling her close to his member

"Now begin by kissing and licking it. Notice how it grows hard and stiffer for you" he told
Her as he shifted his hips, and her lips slid across his hot member

 

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Nyssa felt confused, and more than a little afraid-a feeling she was starting to become accustomed to in her ordeal. His hands moved to the sash and she realized, she realized he meant to -expose- himself to her.

She had never, he couldn't mean-he mustn't!

Closing her eyes tightly, Nyssa prayed to her own gods and goddesses for strength, for sparing. She must not see. She did not wish to see. Perhaps he would see her not seeing and he would go away.

The foolish thought vanished as his fingers slipped into the silk of her hair, her eyes opening in mild alarm-and she saw. He was a -man-, and he was -different-. She had known this, but to see, to know-her face burned even as she stared, could not look away from him.

No one could see her. No one had to know.

Perhaps he would not tell if she did as he asked. Tentatively, Nyssa's warm, small tongue tasted him-and then he shifted, his sword's tip enveloped in the warmth of her mouth-her small hands coming up to rest on his thighs in surprise, not pushing, not yet-but unsure, her grey eyes widened, raised to his face for his instruction as she obeyed, as she tried to learn to please him. Her lips were soft, the barest hint of teeth felt against his skin, heightening the feeling.

 

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He groaned as the tip of his member slid I to her mouth

"That's it. Use your lips and not your teeth. You suck a mans sword into your mouth over and over" he said as he pushed her cute little face down farther in his cock, then pulled it back, repeating the action a few times before releasing her head. His cock gloried in her young hot mouth as it drove in and out. Her supple pouty lips gliding over his rigid hot flesh

"And use your hands on the part that does not fit in your mouth" he told her as he grabbed one hand resting on his thigh and wrapped it around the base of his shaft

"Like so" he said in the harsh tongue of his native land as he slid her tiny hand over his swollen shaft as her head bobbed up and down in his cock

 

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He forced her forward, nearly making her gag-before he let her go, allowed her to move on her own to please him. It made her feel dirty, and when he guided her hand to touch him she resisted briefly-before submitting to his orders, his desires.

Perhaps if she moved faster he would be sated quickly, would let her go, let her forget this had happened.

Nyssa's tongue flicked out ahead of her lips at points, her dainty fingers moving up and down along the length of him as her lips moved over him. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend to be elsewhere.

 

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He groaned as her mouth and tongue began to play along his flesh. His rigid member quivering with the hot feel of her lips and tongue. He watched as the slave girls tongue darted over his member and her head began to move over him

His hands gripped her head and he pulled her down on his shaft, forcing more of his cock into her pretty mouth

"You must take more" he growled as his strong hands forced her to take more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. One hand slipping down to grope at the full orb of one breast covered by the thin material of her slaves robe. He squeezed at her breast as his cock throbbed, pulling her off and them back onto his cock in forcefull thrusts of his strong arm

 

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Nyssa's eyes flashed open when he forced her to take more of him, struggling to repress her gag reflex as he went too far-her throat convulsing around the head of him, tears slipping from her pretty amber eyes from the 'choking' sensation, her small hands on his thighs, lightly pushing. But then he pulled her back, then forward, back, then forward-she struggled to relax her throat for him, to take more of him as he grasped her breast, handled her-small, unintentional noises as he forced her to suck him off.

(Hope I'm doing alright~)

 

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~fantastic~

He groaned as she relaxed, accepting more and more of him. Her tight throat squeezing down on his thick head as he made her pretty face fuck his cock. She was putty in his hands as she resigned to being used

His heavy balls began to tighten as he moved her faster and faster. His vock driving into her, his shaft glistening with her spit.

In one final thrust he pulled her down deeper on his cock and he exploded. Waves of extasy coarsed through him as his cock twitched deep in her throat, spewing thick heavy cum into her throat. He held her down on his cock, feeling her throat swallow along his shaft as her reflexes took over and she gulped his cum down

Finally he pulled his member free from her mouth. His long thick shaft glistened with her spit as he drew free from her mouth. He looked down at her glistening eyes, tears making clean streaks down her cheeks

"Good. Now remember how to do that and our master may be pleased with you" he said as he tucked his cock back into his loose trousers, pulled her to her feet and lead her back out to the street

He didn't speak to her again as he tey made their way through the hot dusty streets, leading hertonanlavish palace. He lead her through a pair of massive doors, past busy slaves as passing small clusters of merchants and field owners. Through massive columned halls, past guilded tapestries and decorative art of all kinds

He lead her back to a wash room along the salves quarters, taking her to a bathing pool. There were a small cluster of washer woman about and he spoke briefly to them, gesturing at the slave girl, then he turned to her

"Strip and bath. These woman will tend to you and garb you for presentation to our master" he said as he stood back by the door, his eyes waiting to see her do as she was told

 

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Swallowed, swallowed to keep from drowning, the salty taste-he withdrew and Nyssa gave the smallest of coughs, touching her dainty fingers to her lips, her expression hurt, confused. She would have to do that -again-?

He pulled her to her feet and led her away, the slave girl sure to stay close, nearly hiding behind him as they entered the lavish palace, her eyes taking in the art and columns, the bustle of activity.

Finally he spoke to her, the order clear enough-the rest a garble of foriegn words. She knelt slightly, removing the thin sandals before straightening, her small hands moving to the hem of the cotton shift-but she froze, watching him uncertainly, unwilling to disrobe before him.

Yes, he had seen her, but...should he insist or make a move towards her, Nyssa would back away quickly, nodding her head, obediently doing as he had ordered.

Lowering her head in shyness, blinking away humiliated tears, she pulled the shift over her head, trying to cover her breasts with her hands, the sparse curls between her legs-slipping into the protection of the water where, in the very least-she could wash herself of him.

 

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He smiled as she shyly began to disrobe. Exposing her lithe slender frame, the full perky round tits, with tiny dark nipples creating the full round tits. Her hands slid up quick to cover her exposed breasts. Her small hands made the swell of her breasts billow out over her arm as she retreated into the water

One of the washer women approached the pool, baring a large cake of lye soap, scented with roses and oils. As she began to rub her flesh with the sudsy soap, he smiled. Her breasts barely hidden in the water swelled this way and that as she worked her won flesh. Driving the dirt of the slave pens from her body, her bronze skin shimmering in the light

Soon she was done and the washer woman set a small stack of sky blue silks down as she beckoned to Nyssa to come out of the water, she obeyed

The washer woman toweled her flesh dry, and garner her in a tight silk wrap of thin sky blue silk, accentuating the full firmness of her breasts. The loos baggy pants hugged her tiny waist and showed the full curves of her hips, and the slender sleek form of her thighs

He smiled as she finished, the washer woman braiding her dark hair to hang over her shoulder and wrapping a light sapphire around her neck, the lift blue setting onher skin and hair deliciously

He grabbed her hand and lead her out into a main chamber. At the end of the hall a slight firm older man sat upon a dais in a chair surrounded by pillows

They waited patiently as he dealt with a small council of merchants, but the mans dark eyes were never long from staring at her. Once he dismissed the men he beckoned the two forth

"What have you brought me Ja?" He asked as he rose. His lithe form rippled with well toned an thick muscles. His hip wore one long curved blade with a sapphire studded golden hilt, his eyes drinking in the sight of the slave girl as they stopped at the bottom of a small set if status that lead to the dais

"I found her on the blocks, and felt you might have a position to full for her" he said in a soft voice as Ja bowed deep before his master

" so you have" Aladdin said as he slowly descended the steps

"The question is what role shall she fill?" He asked with a smile as he strode up to her, slowly circling her. His eyes examine the full curves of her freshly cleansed body.

"Tell me slave. How would you serve?" He asked Nyssa directly

 

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Nyssa was afraid.

Ja bowed deeply beside her and she had the good sense to also bow, hands fisted against the blue silk of the loose pants, body trembling as she righted, eyes large as the man moved around her, studied her. He asked her a question and Nyssa's eyes flew to Ja, uncertain, unsure what the correct answer would be.

She did not wish to do what he had shown her. Surely that would not be her purpose.

"M-music, sir." Her trembling, shy little voice hardly carried past the three of them, her eyes on the floor, head down. "I, I could play for you, during meals and..." And what? What else, what else did she know how to do?

 

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He chuckled at her timid response as he slowly circled her. His eyes roaming over the accentuated curves of her small frame. The twisted silks hugged her full breasts, large on her small frame, the thin silk showing her small nipples. The pants clung to her small waist and slid over her curving hips, her long dark braid hanging down her toned back

"Music? And what is it that you play? I already have musicians, but certainly nine as fair as you. You could make a distracting addition to my players. Nothing makes a business deal go as well as a distracted client" he said with a smile as he stepped behind her. His eyes sliding down to the plump round swell of her ass. He lifted the braid up and smelled her hair, the rosy scent of the oils the maids had rubbed in made him smile

"Ahhh a rose indeed. I would hear you play. Ja! Fetch whatever instrument she needs and bring her to my bed chamber" he told his slave. Then he left, not looking back or saying another word as he left the audience chamber

 

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"Harp." She provided, brow furrowing at his explanation of distractions-keeping still when he stepped up behind her, inhaled the scent of her hair.

And then he was walking away, Nyssa's eyes flying to Ja, widened. "I will play?" She inquired, a step in his direction before she paused, hesitating. "It...it will be enough?"

 

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Ja smiled at her question, knowing quite well that it wouldn't. His eyes slowly slid over her, admiring just how delicious she looked in proper attire

"Of course" he said with a smile as he shook his head and laughing. He lifted a hand, motioning for her to follow, still chuckling.

Just out side the chamber he grabbed a servant and instructed him to have a harp brought to their masters chambers. Then he turned back to her

"Just remember to please the master. Your fate is entirely in his hands. He can as easily have you flayed as turned into a house maid. And you won't get any second chances" ja told her, then turned back down the hall

Soon he lead her into an opulent room laden with pillows and sofas and a small steaming pool. In the middle of the room their master sat in a large sofa, a harp and a bench a few feet in front of him

"Come, play" he said with a smile. As he sat there in a pair of silken trousers, a thick band wrapped around his waist, jeweled necklaces hung around his neck, and large rings glittered on his fingers. His hair was dark and glistening with oils, his skin ran and toned, the silken vest left open showed a well muscled torso

 

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Nyssa did not like the way he laughed-and then she was being led to the "Master's" chambers, Ja telling her, reminding her just how precarious her position really was.

Nyssa dared a smile in return, her delicate, small feet carrying her across the floor to the bench, offering the bejeweled man a polite bow-before she neatly took a seat at the harp.

This, she knew how to do.

Lifting her hands to the strings, Nyssa's pretty hands flowed across them, plucking a pretty, pleasant song for him, focused on her playing, her expression serene, her movements graceful, alluring.

 

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Aladdin rose as her graceful hands began to glide over the complex array of wires, a soft delightful sound filling the room. Her body was gracefully embracing the harp, her delicate hands gliding over the strings, her face serene, relaxed, and flowing with the light if someone lost in something that they loved

"You do play well" he told her as he rose from the couch, circling around her as she played. His hand came to rest on her shoulder as he looked down at the taught fabric over her round firm breasts. He began to slowly slide his hands over the silky skin of her shoulder

"And do you deal well with distraction? " he asked as the hands on her shoulders slid down over her collar bone. His finger ups gliding over the swelling tips if her breasts

"Can you play as I peel your clothes off?" He asked as he leaned close to her ear, his lips grazing the warm flesh if her ears. As he spoke his hands slid back up her shoulders and down her back, catching the tie of her snug top and freeing it

He listened closely to her music as his deft hands let the tie droop low, her breasts still covered, but her breathing and moving arms. Her comfort and security making her relax, as her fear made her body tremble beneath her snug dress