SOLD!!! (Closed for KarnelMan and Myself)

[EdenNight]

The wailing seemed endless, and surely would drive her into the shadows of madness if it did not cease. Lifting her head, she peered at the other girls with her dark midnight black eyes. To look within would see the disdain, the disgust at the wails, the crys of the others. What good is sobbing, begging, crying? Their voices only growing ragged with every sound they made. What good would it do them? They would be bought, sold, enslaved, chained, used, maybe even abused, no matter what they said, did, promised, begged.

That was the world of slaves and slave traders. Buyers and Sellers of human, almost always female, flesh.

Niara shifted her own position. The slight clinging of chains only reinforcing the simple fact that she were in the same boat, so to speak, as the other girls. Fact of the matter was, yes, they were in a boat. A large one at that. More than likely a battle frigate perhaps, she did not think that such conditions of the hold would be this bad on a pleasure ship. This was a battle frigate, converted into a slave ship. Sailing, but sailing where?

Did it matter? Niara knew she was far from home. Home for her was far to the south, where few sailed. But always there were the men seeking fortunes. Fortunes made on the lives of others. The females of her people were stunningly beautiful, with their exotic dark eyes, and midnight black, or crimson red hair. So different from the pale skinned, fair princesses that seemed to be the more popular majority these days, at least in the more northern and western lands.

It took one Captain of one ship to speak of the beautiful females.

She had been captured on the very shore she called home. Surprised at dawn when she ventured out to bathe in the early morning rising sun. A scream never got the chance to warn others, or to sound for help. Bound, gagged, she, along with several others, friends, were dragged away.

That had been at least a moon cycle ago. Upon examination, she was deemed healthy, and virginal, and chained in the dark hold of the very ship she were still on. Her lands had not been the only one ravaged that day. That explained some of the wailing girls. There were so many of them.

As they stopped in their journey, some girls were taken off, never to be seen again. When the others were allowed any fresh air time, Niara among them, she heard, and glanced, the slave auctions going on. The girls crying, as strange men offered money, buying them, dragging them away with a leer on their face and lust in their eyes. At one port, Niara saw one man buy one of her own friends, Julla, a raven haired girl of 18 seasons, just a season less then Niara's 19. The man did not even bother to wait until they were in private before deflowering his new, crying, screaming, virgin, pulling her aside and raping her in front of the other leering Men. Niara felt her own tears burn her cheeks. There was nothing she could do.

She heard them laughing at the markings on Julla's face. All the girls of her people were marked. They were of the LLar Falmar people. The people of the Three Waves. Upon her very cheek was etched, in permant ink made from heated tree sap and various leaves and flower petals, were the 3 spirals, the 3 Waves. It made her, and the others of her own people, very valuable, very exotic, and very covetted. Julla had the misfortune of being sold to one who only ridiculed her markings as he took her.

Now she lay in the hold once more, the chain snaking from the steel collar about her throat to the hook embedded deeply in the thick wood behind her. She had enough slack to get to her feet to stretch her legs, and maybe walk 3 steps. She could not reach any of the others. In fact, she could barely see them. There were fewer now, and she wondered at what Port she would be taken from the hold and offered for sale.

That very Port was approaching, a seaside place that called itself Port Karnon. It was dirty, foul, disgusting and lawless, where any number of the unwanted, or the wanted, could hide from the bounty hunters and others that may be looking for them. It was not a place many wanted to call home. And the ones that did were as foul as Port Karnon itself was.

By the time the Slave Traders were ready to leave Port Karnon, only Niara was left for sale. And that was for one reason only. She was the most expensive of the slaves offered, stunningly beautiful with her mane of the deepest crimson red, and eyes of midnight black. She was not a screamer, a cryer, a begger. That made her more desireable, for many Men had a distaste for sniveling, cowering women. Niara was certainly not that. The Traders wanted top dollar for her, and were soliciting some arriving Captains and then like for possible sale to one of them.

A picture of Niara

 

[karnelman]

Captain James Montgomery stood upon the foredeck of his impressive ship watching the port come ever closer. He had turned over the piloting of vessel to his subordinate so that he could as was his custom be the first one to step ashore. It had been a very successful voyage and the pirate ship’s hold was laden with booty. But James, who was better known as Bloody Jim the Serpant had grown weary of the sea and the company of the filth that made up his crew during the nearly year and a half they had been away from their home. Port Karnon would be the perfect place to sell their treasures and stock up for a long vacation.

Long before they came in sight of the rocky shoals that guarded the hidden entrance to the lawless port, Jim had decided to sell his ship and pay off the crew. He needed a break from the sea and killing. He had been a pirate for twenty years and captain of his ship for ten. In that time he had sent more ships to depths of the sea and killed more brave men then he could count. There few men anywhere that would dare challenge him. A nasty jagged scar below his eye reminded the world of the last man who had been so foolish. That man’s head had adorned the bow of Jim’s first ship as his body fed the sharks below.

His plan was to buy a small fast frigate and pilot it himself to his private retreat. He only needed a couple of men to accompany him. They would be men who had served under him from the start. In addition to supplies they planned to entice a few of the port’s juicier whores to along. Being shared amongst a handful of men was a far better life than whoring at Port Karnon. His only hope was to find a few females who weren’t too used up by the filthy clientele they fucked by the score.

He jumped to the dock even before the mooring ropes were secure. He needed to feel land beneath his feet and he needed a strong drink of real rum. The ships last barrel had been consumed months before and the swirl brewed onboard was little better tasting than pine tar used to seal the hull. As he strode toward the town his open shirt blew in the warm tropical breeze. The red spider web like tattoo that started on his neck and covered his left shoulder was partially visible. Though the tattoo below his waist was not visible the strong dock workers did not need to see that for confirmation of Jim’s identity. They shied away confidant that there was indeed an impressive serpent upon the right hip of fearsome pirate.

Jim paused as he passed a large ship that appeared to be preparing to leave port. He knew it to belong to a rather unsavory individual whose stock in trade was human flesh. He had little use for slavers; however this one tended to have more interesting wares than most. As opposed to the Africans workers most carried to the sugar plantations this one preferred to trade in females. Jim figured since they were readying the ship for departure the lot had already been sold. He lamented missing out on an opportunity to place a bid. It had been many years since he had bedded a virgin; the last one being a rebellious royal governor’s daughter in Barbados. He was stopped at the door of the tavern by a man he knew to be an associate of the slaver’s captain.

“Sir, pardon a moment, Captain Stevens has a most interesting piece of merchandise available. Something only a man of your stature could appreciate and I dare say afford,” The man said in a tone dripping with sleazy innuendo.

“I do not care for any of the wares of you captain! Now step aside and let me get to my drink!” He growled in response, feigning disinterest in what they had to offer.

“But, Sir, she is a rare prize from the south,” The man continued rather bravely. “She is of the LLar Falmar people, mature yet still young and supple, guaranteed virginal. Her hair is as red as flame, her skin smooth and dark hued.”

Jim could no longer feign disinterest. He had long admired the beauty of the females of the Southern peoples. The LLar Falmar women were legendary for their beauty. He had only know one after she had long been whoring, yet even she was an amazing bedmate. He grabbed the man by the throat as he spoke.

“There had best be no exaggeration in your words! Tell your captain that as soon as I have quenched my parched throat I will pay him a visit. I expect to find this female as you described and unsold when I arrive!” Jim snarled.

The man stammered his understanding and quickly returned to the ship. He knew if any other had brought a customer to the ship before the Serpent came to see the woman it would mean a rather nasty end.

 

[EdenNight]

Niara wasn't sure what would be worse. To be sold at this filthy, obscene, foul excuse of a Port City, or be taken back aboard the slave ship. She was not all that stupid. She knew, or at least surmised, that if that were indeed the case, she, more than likely, would be raped by the crew and thrown overboard as worthless. That was not a fate she cared to face, but neither was the alternative.

Niara was allowed a rare drink of water while the Captain of the slave ship contemplated his options, all while staring at the girl. More than likely he would lower her price until someone could afford her, he was not going to loose money after all.

"Captain, Captain!!" a rather disgusting excuse of a man came clamoring up to the Captain, nearly tripping over the chain held in his hand, the chain that snaked over to Niara's collar.

"What is it Boon?" He taking another long drink of ale. The sun would be setting soon. Perhaps he could shop the girl around to the taverns. That may get him a pretty price for her.

"The Serpent has agreed to view the girl Captain, THE SERPENT!" the disgusting Boon stammered, hardly able to disguise his excitement. The Captain's eyes went wide. The Serpent. Any who sailed knew of the Pirate, His reputation, and His temper. The Serpent. He looked down at the girl.

Niara had no clue who this Serpent was, but just the look in the Captain's eyes, as well as the quiver to that little man's voice filled her with a deepening sense of dread. This could not be good.

"FETCH ME WATER" came the order from the Slaver Captain. Niara knew what that meant. No bathing for her. She was about to be doused clean. The ice cold water came crashing over her a moment later. She was soaked from head to toe, which, in reality, only made her all the more alluring. The water lacing down her flawless skin, her long crimson hair painting her bared back in deep tones of red. She was naked from the waist up, and where as most of the slaves, upon being offered for sale, were allowed to be touched, fondled, groped, she was not. Her breasts, a good handful, tipped with dark nipples, were for viewing only. She did have on a silken skirt that hung low on her hips, midnight black. That was to show off her curves, and to prevent any of the men of becoming overly aroused at the site of a naked pussy and trying to steal her. Plus the Slaver Captain was a firm believer that most females looked so much more erotic, partially clothed. And there was no doubt, Niara was very erotic looking.

Nervously he waited for The Serpent to show up. No other would be allowed near the girl until after the infamous Pirate Captain had veiwed her.

The chain pulled tight, she was held, on her knees, beside the Captain, that deep feeling of dread, of despair making her feel so cold inside that she could not help the shivering of her wet, nearly naked form.

 

[karnelman]

Jim went into the dimly lit filthy tavern and demanded rum. A large tankard of real rum was set before him by a man who avoided eye contact with the fearsome pirate. He downed the first tankard in a single swallow and demanded another. He was pleased that it was not only real rum but also well distilled. Far different from the swill he had been drinking. After finishing the second tankard he dropped a Spanish gold coin on the table and walked out. That coin would have purchased an entire barrel of rum and the tavern keeper was delighted that the Serpent had chosen his establishment.

Jim returned to the docks and climbed aboard the slaver’s ship uninvited. He was not a man that generally waited for invitations. As soon as the big pirate hit the deck Captain Stevens stepped out of his cabin.

“Greetings, Sir! My man tells me that you are interested in a certain female I have for sale.”

“Your man has managed to persuade me to come see the cunt! As to my interest that is yet to be established. If you will be good enough to bring her on deck I will inspect her. I have much business to attend and I do not have a desire to go below to the foul hold of this shit bucket,” Jim barked in response to the insincere trader of human flesh.

 

[EdenNight]

Niara heard every word that was spit from the Pirate's mouth. She felt her nearly naked, and still wet, form shudder. A silent wish that indeed she remain with the slavers passed thru her mind, however disgusting, horrible, and degrading, and possibly deadly a life that would be.

The Captain himself cringed at the snappings of the Serpent. Normally he would challenge a man to a fight with words such as those. But the Serpent was not one to be reckoned with, and the Captain wanted to get the slave sold and get the hell out of port. He hated being in port, and much preferred the seas. Already a whore awaited him in his cabin. He had no use for untouched virgins. He liked his women to know how to please a man, and who better than a whore.

He looked to his sorry excuse for men who stepped back to reveal the bound image of the slave. She was again, naked from the waist up, still dripping wet from her soaking. As the setting sun cast upon her, the firey light only seemed to illuminate the fire in her mane, which spilled down over her shoulders the tendrils softly encompassing each breast, gently caressing each dark nipple. She was bound to the mast, arms stretched over her head, wrists tied, her back arching slightly. Her feet were about shoulder length apart, equally bound, she unable to move her legs at all. The black silken skirt clung to her, dripping wet as well.

Her only real movement was the rise and fall of her chest, including those breasts, as she breathed. Her head was down, but had come up as she heard the voices. Niara did not want to face the Man who may purchase her, yet she did not want to look away either. She would face this, as best she could.

Her midnight colored eyes meeting His, the Serpent, before casting then to the Slave Trader. She struggled for a moment, as if letting Both know that she was not in agreement of this, not at all, but that she had no choices in the matter.

"As you can see" the Slaver crooned, "Quite the specimin. We captured several from the lands of the Llar Falmar, but she is the most exquisite, and clearly the more intelligent. Where the others were sniveling weaklings, she not once begged for mercy, did you my sweet"

"Sniveling weaklings??" she managed to spit at Him. "Of course they were, you kidnapped, enslaved, chained, and sold to strangers those girls, my FRIENDS" she shot at him. "Did you expect that they would not be scared??? What if it were YOU? What if this Man..." she looked at the Serpent for a moment before directing her gaze back to the Slaver "simply captured you one day, chained you in steel and sold you to a perfect stranger to be raped, used, and broken!!! How scared would YOU be!!!"

She shut up then, feeling the deepening stare of the other man. She did not meet His eyes this time, instead she simply looked away, awaiting what would happen to her.

The Captain merely laughed, a sickening sound, as Boon approached her, threatening to backhand the girl for her insolence. But a quick "NO" from the Slaver cut him off. "She is not to be touched until after she has been inspected for purchase BOON!!"

The little man backed away nodding "yes Sir"

He turned towared the Serpent "Please, feel free to touch, she is virginal, we verified that, and has not even been handled by any. A true prize for only 7 gold coins"

 

[karnelman]

"Quite the specimin. We captured several from the lands of the Llar Falmar, but she is the most exquisite, and clearly the more intelligent. Where the others were sniveling weaklings, she not once begged for mercy, did you my sweet"

Though he did not show it, the pirate captain was indeed impressed by the female. The markings that adorned her face intrigued him. He thought the exotic look enhanced her beauty. He was also pleased to see that she was not some shy retiring flower that had no fight in her. He knew well should he choose to possess her he could bend her to his will. He did not need or desire some broken terrified little thing in his bed. He had no qualms about taking what he wanted and he was not above rapping female passengers of captured ships. However, if this one was to be his woman for a time, rape was not the means to get his desires fulfilled.

Jim eyed the girl as she berated the vial slaver. He could not help but grin as she suggested that the brave captain that held a helpless female in chains might himself be easily terrified had he met the Serpent upon the seas. When the girl finally ceased her tirade, the pirate fixed his gaze upon the ragtag group of men that passed for a crew aboard the decrepit old slave ship. Had Captain Stevens not stopped his man, Boon would have taken his last breath before Jim let his hand fall upon the bound woman.

“I will free to do anything I want,” Jim answered knowing there was none aboard that stop that would try to stop him. “But before I can properly inspect her she needs to be unbound.”

Captain Stevens of course objected to Jim’s request.

“What have you, a crew of cowards who are so terrified by a spirited filly that they fear having her free upon deck?” Jim asked with a derisive laugh.

“My crew fears no mere woman! I remind you Sir that you are upon the deck of my ship and do not make the rules here,” Captain Stevens quickly shot back.

Jim’s hand instinctively went to his sword which hung by his side. The men on deck almost involuntarily moved back a step. Captain Steven’s flinch was visible. He had no desire to fight this particular man. Even were he to win the Serpent’s crew would exact a swift and terrible revenge.

“Apparently, you do not wish to sell this bitch as you seem reluctant to recognize the needs of your customer,” the pirate barked as he faked a move to leave the ship.

“Wait, please, if you wish her unbound then she shall be unbound. However, it be on your purse if she flees,” Stevens quickly added.

Jim moved toward the girl as he drew a knife from his waistband. He cut her bindings and without asking Captain Steven’s leave he yanked the skirt that was the only thing covering her flesh. As they material tore away all could see that the bush of hair surrounding her cunt was as red as the flowing locks upon her head. Jim very much approved of what he saw as well as the proud continence the girl showed even in the face of being stripped bare before the likes of the slaver’s disgusting crew. He had decided he would buy her the moment he laid eyes on her. He handed the torn remains of the skirt back to Niara.

“Cover yourself. You are far too great a beauty for the eyes of this lot,” He said in a rather gentle tone.

Turning to Captain Stevens he simply asked, “How much?”

He made the deal quickly and then called for a blanket to be brought to cover the girl.

“I do not want to parade you though the streets for all to see, sweet one. I wish you to come and have a bath and then we will find someone to sell us some proper clothing for you. Now what is your name?” He said as he took hold of her arm to guide her off the slaver and into town.

 

[EdenNight]

The deal was made, money changed hands, and Niara's life was no longer her own.

During her time on the slave ship, Niara had held on to the hope that her life would be her own again. The slaver was no more like a Master, he was more of a kennel keeper, making sure they were fed, watered, and presented for market.

Now, her life had just been exchanged for a price.

She held the offered blanket close to her naked form, hiding her sweet, supple curves from prying eyes for the first time since she had been captured.

"I do not want to parade you though the streets for all to see, sweet one. I wish you to come and have a bath and then we will find someone to sell us some proper clothing for you. Now what is your name?”

A bath, proper clothing, maybe even something to eat other than the bread and sometimes rotten fruit she had grown used to. His voice was soft, deep, almost soothing, altho Niara did not let that voice deceive her. He was a Man, He had just bought her as a slave, the steel still claimed her throat, He had not removed that as of yet, and He was a Pirate. No, she would not let His soothing voice get to her.

"What does my name matter, Sir, no longer do I carry a name other than slave" she almost spit, but managed to keep her voice from seething with her fear and disgust at what had happened to her and her friends. She stopped in mid step, head down for a moment, not looking at Him right away, as if contemplating telling Him her name. Did it matter? Why would it?? She finally tilted her head up to meet His gaze with her own dark eyes. The markings on her cheek matching the darkness of her eyes.

"Niara" she said, softly "I am called Niara" she drew the blanket cloak tighter about her form. "Might I ask Your name?" She had seen the reaction of the Slaver's crew to the Man, and wondered just who He was.

The Serpent?? What did that mean? Why had Boon, and she knew Boon well, called Him that, why were he and the others so afraid of Him? He was imposing yes, but did not have the look of a madman, or a random killer, in His eyes, which was what she had expected after hearing Boon.

They were approaching the public baths, a place were many Men congregated, not because they had this burning need to be clean, but because that was where alot of the Port's whores congregated as well. The baths afforded a perfect place to meet, and to have sex, with either one or more of the wenches, if one so chose.

Niara certainly did not wish to bathe so publicly, her people tended to bathe in smaller, natural pools, often privately. She hesitated, feeling a shiver move thru her. She desperately wanted to bathe, tho, and after that moment of hesitation, she followed the Pirate that now owned her, as He proceeded past the myriad of woman soliciting Him.

 

[Touch_Eternity]

 

[karnelman]

As he led her off she rather bravely asked his name.

“Niara, your name is almost as lovely as you. As for my name I have many. I am sure you heard your keepers call me Serpent. My crew calls me Captain. In the tales of the sea I am often called bloody Jim. My mother named me James. My father gave me his family name, Montgomery. In public if you must address me my name shall be Sir. In private if it pleases you, it would please me to hear your sweet voice call me Jim,” He answered in a gentle voice. “Now let’s get ye cleaned up and appropriately dressed.”

As they came upon the public baths Jim felt his newly acquired slave tense up. Even a blind man could have seen her obvious discomfort over the idea of bathing in public.

“Relax Niara, this is not where ye shall bathe. Your body is now for my eyes only. Well mine and the maid who will wash you,” He whispered as he led her past a room filled with naked whores washing away the filth of the masses who they had fucked.

They entered a small room in the back that had a sturdy door to provide privacy and a large stone tub in the center. He ordered hot water, which was quickly provided. The door was closed leaving Niara, Jim and a lone female attendant in the small bathing room. The attendant took the blanket from the slave and helped her into the pool of steaming water. All the while the attendant kept an eye to the pirate captain hoping to see his approval. Jim could not have cared less about the attendant or her actions. Niara’s naked form had completely captivated the bloody seaman. He decided immediately that though she was a slave he would seduce her into his bed rather than force her to lay with him as his property. He just watched silently as his purchase was bathed. When she was clean, he sent the attendant to obtain some proper clothing.

“Now, Niara, perhaps you would be so kind as to wash me while we wait for your clothing to be delivered?” He stated more than asked as he began to shed his clothing.