The Dark Market

[ericviking69]

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Occ (I have started to edit and back fill with some additional details)

Leif had arrived in Noira about two weeks ago at the head of a small armada of longboats. The city had been terrified. They would have been defenceless against an attack from this Viking horde. Leif had used this terror to gain some important trading considerations including his new home, a place to moor his one remaining longboat, and free access to all of markets of Noira, a very successful trading center.

Leif has taken a strange path to get here. Leif was a common warrier as a young man. He was chosen to be the standard bearer for a companion of his father on an ill fated raid. The village at looked right to plunder with a stone church and market place. Unfortunately, there had been disiciplined troops there as well. His chief was killed in the initial flurry of activity. They would have all perished if Lief had not rallied them and formed a shield wall to fight back to the ship. He had become a leader that day.

About three years ago, he had captured a merchant ship, Faisl's ship to be exact. What a disappointment. It was filled with oil and one damsel. However, it had been a turning point in Leif's life. Faisl was a scoundrel but certainly a shrewed man.

Faisl had convinced him that the oil was worth much gold in the right place. Leif had tested the idea and got hooked on trade. Faisl had lived up to his pledge to show Leif the power of gold. Leif had learned to read. The single damsel....ah she had been special. Trained in the arts of pleasing a man....but still new. Leif now enjoyed the pleasures of a willing woman as much as those he took when a village was sacked. She had been a special gift to his cousin that had made this new trading mission possible.

The plan had taken three years to come together. Collecting all the trade goods. Selecting his special crew. Now it was time to do. Leif was good at that.

Yesterday, the armada had sailed back home leaving him and his picked grew to care for this trading mission. It would be six months to a year before anyone returned. He did expect other Viking ships to come trade but that would be on its own schedule.

His trade goods of gold, arms and other hard goods were safely under guard in a warehouse. He had several very able men in charge of the details. All Leif had to do was make sure that everyone respected the might of Moorsex and allowed them to trade even thought the armada was months away. His one longboat could provide escape but not attack a city as big as Noira.

With gold in his purse, his favorite battle ax, and two burly soldiers at his back, the crowds parted for him as he walked through the city streets. For the last two weeks he had been arguing about getting space in various markets to sell his trade goods. Today he would make his presence known is some of the other parts of the city.

Leif had three goals today. He needed to arrange for some woman to provide for his men. He smiled thinking that these needs extended beyond cooking, clothes and cleaning. They would not be taking captives anymore to meet those special needs. They were a well trained crew and had always saved the best for his pleasure. Maybe he should consider his own needs as well.

Used to taking what he wanted with force of arms, it was going to be interested to see what he could obtain with gold and intimidation.

 

[ericviking69]

The Keep and the market place

As Leif left his Keep, he could not but smile at how perfect a location it was for his trade station. It is an ancient site. Part of the building was build by the Romans as a bath. Such baths were a pleasure he at learned to enjoy as a body guard in younger days.

In more recent years the Roman bath had been converted into a small keep to protect the artesian well that the Romans had build around. It was the best source of water outside the city walls. The run off not used in the keep supplied water to those who came to trade at Nora. This water was very important to would be invaders. An invading force could not last long outside the city wall with out fresh water. Leif and his crew were being paid to stand and defend this well during an attack. Leif and his crew might yet find their way to Valhalla.

The interior of the keep includes a great room with tables. The kitchens are off this room. There is a second story around the perimeter of this room. These upstaris rooms are connected by a balcony that completely ciricles the room. The roof has a defenisve wall that you expect to fend off attackers. Not overly large, the keep will provide space for about 50 people and up to twice that if they are willing to live in close quarters.

Leif headed towards the far side of the city...where softer goods were sold. He was looking for some special goods. Fresh but not lacking in experience.

He wondered whether he would find what he wanted. Even if he was not lucky, he needed to supply his men.

Smiling do himself, he turned into the square to begin examing the days offerings.

 

[silken_kitten]

the Shop

[Color=royal blue]
At the Mid-day hour the market was filling. Cries came from the various vendors that sold the items of decorations... semi-precious gems.. strings of links... various strips of colored silks.. collars... as well as the engravers promoting their ability. All these came before the market spot of Tyme. A reknown dealer in flesh.

Two guards stood at the dias of the entrance. Pulling weapons from those entering the shop. A very tight security held for those of his merchandise and others searching for the perfect morsel of flesh. Offering an excellent shopping experience. The girls for sale were held in display.. intricate workings of chain that drew from a plain band of metal about their necks and then on down to cuffs at the wrists about 24" between each link then down on to cuffs at the ankles giving enough room for a slow melethodical pace that was enchanting to watch. The girls themselves bore strips of silk on their bodies that concealed enough to be still a mystery but revealed to be enticing to the eyes of those looking on.

Also there scattered about the large inner room were cousions and furs as well as tables and serving girls to continually aid in the comfort of those shoping as well as getting to know the merchandise better. [/color]


Lyra stood off to the side... just a simple girl lost in the mist of the other delicious bodies on display. More inapt in hiding herself she stuck to the cooking and cleaning. Seeming to be more of just a working slave they cared little for the looks these ones were not sold at a high price. Always easy to come by.

She wasn't ugly.. just unkept. Hair of fire twine in copper and blonde streaks drew in an snarled bunch at between shoulder blades. Her flesh appearing a powered white if she were cleaned throughly.. though smudges of dirt and sweat marked her cheeks and brow. Her attire was very simple just a course cloth that covered from shoulder to upper thighs.

Leaving the front doors with a list in hand of what to be purchased and purse tied about her waist she was off to run errands... oblivious to anything outside the door as she left

 

[papillon24]

Alanna

It was earlier that week I had been sitting comfortably at home with my family and husband to be when they raiders came. I watched in horror as the village was plundered and most of it burned. I watched in dibelief as my family was slaughted along with my love. The next cycle of the moon we were to be wed.

I had cried on my knees for some time before my slender form was snatched from where I knelt and thrown into chains to be taken away. I fought and stuggled till my energy was gone and gave in. They were stong and powerful and I had no way to escape. Where would I have escaped to anyway?

They washed and bathed me pefuming my hair and dressing me in a reveling cloth as I was heared with the rest towards the market. I stood a few inches taller than most of the women in the group and I thnk by the look of things I was a lot younger than them as well. I could feel my the eyes upon me as the undressed me and did unimagineable things woth me in their minds. All I could do was glare back with my peircing silver eyes as if I were to cast some magic on them.

 

[ericviking69]

Running out the door

A dirty but soft thing came running out of the door right into Leif's chest...catching her from falling in a bear hug...Leif looked into her eyes....Leif saw intellect and fire. There was passion in those eyes.

The shop task master came charging out whip in hand threatening to beat Lyra for her carelessness. With a nod, one of Leif soldiers step between Leif and the task master who was really nothing more than a bully. It would take more than a bully to face Wolf's Fang. Wolf's Fang would remove his head from his soldiers for sport.

Leif simply asked how much. The task master replied two pieces of silver, a seemingly enormous price. A dirty girl like this would usally fetch less than half that. Leif tossed a piece of gold at the task master saying she was worth at least five times that much buying Lyra on the spot. Leif hoped she would rise to the challenge.

Lyra dropped the purse and the list. Lyra's eyes grew big as she realized she now belonged to this barbarian. She would no longer be able to hide among the beauties who passed though Tyme's space in the dark market.

Leif handed her into the care of his soldier and continued on leaving Lyra to consider this new twist of fate.

 

[silken_kitten]

Change

Lyra had never expected her haste in completeing the orders would change her life...

Held by one of Liefs soldiers.... she looked about skirting off behind the Man. A subtle change occured in her breathing, keeping or trying to still hide in the shadow of the man. Shifting uneased from foot to foot drew tension and flex through the sleek muscles of well formed legs. The course cloth tickled against her outer thighs. Turn of those fiercely blue green eyes downward cast in the shadowed haze of auburn lashes.

Her voice a tenative delicious whimper almost "what is it you wish of me, Sir?"

Offering hidden glaces to Lief behind lashes, twisting slender fingers together slightly. That nervous tension still expecting the worse for running into him and his purchase of her only to grant a deeper punishment. Perhaps to lower her status even more then what it was previously from her carelessness.

 

[Angelofsex]

Nora King

"Momma, please don't let him take me. Please let me go, I will be good, " crying calling her. He just threw me on top of this shoulder and carry me. "Momma" screaming her name over and over again. I started to kick and punch him, he smack me hard on my ass. "Stop it bitch, you going, so get use to it."

A carriage was waiting for us. Opening the door, he push me in it. Trying to get past him to run. Grabbibg my hair, he held on to me. "Now sit!" Sitting with my head against the side of the carriage I continue crying.

We came up to a building of some kind, it was so dark I couldn't tell. All I know is, the carriage stop, we got out. "Now stay here and don't move. The man over there is going to watch you.." he said to me. I see him walking over to this man, started talking to him. Seeing both of them looking at me, I started to shake. .

 

[quintessential]

Melayna Katria

Although a bit older than those around her, she had more defiance than all of the workers put together. Yes, she was here to work off her uncalled for behavior from last week's gathering when she had broken free from her bindings and almost made it out into the village. But, she was of the mind to know better than to shirk her duties like some of the others. Melayna knew the elders were watching her carefully, making sure she stayed in her proper place and didn't encourage the others to break free as she had tried unsuccessfully. It wasn't that she had taken to the idea of doing something she didn't like, it was just that today she felt more resolve, more at peace. But it was early yet and she knew that something would happen to cause her to become agitated. That's how it always was.

She had heard them speaking about her very early this morning saying how it took some of them more time than others to learn to accept their fate. Melayna was growing a bit weary of the fighting and more than tired of trying to put on a brave face and for some reason she chose this time to sit down and begin to cry. Her tears came freely when she remembered a time long ago when she would sit on her mother's lap and listen to the songs of old. Her mother told her tales of foreign lands and the men who came from them and took the women and their young daughters leaving behind husbands and fathers to cry for revenge. Although, revenge never came for Melayna's mother or for herself, she still held the stories of her family close to her heart for safe keeping. She didn't want them taken away from her either. Now that her mother was long gone, taken away many years ago, Melayna could still feel her presence by her side. That's where her strength, her determination, had been borne. She barely remembered her father and her brothers, they were a blur, but they were still a part of her memory kept right alongside her mother.

Melayna had been taught to cook and sew at an early age and she was quite adept with her writing skills, which was something that most women had not been taught. She was also an avid reader. But, she didn't have the luxury of the great books that she saw the elders reading, though. That would never come to her again. She resorted to reading the trash that had been left behind by the guards and visiting patrons at this Inn and her former employer. She would keep these bits and pieces of reading material hidden safely in the little bundle of cloth that held her personal belongings. If these were ever found, her punishment would be mighty. She didn't even want to think about that.

"Stand now, Melayna, stop your crying and stand up right now! The tables need scrubbing and the noon meal needs to be fixed for the hungry patrons that will be waiting to be fed. There is no time for your crying. You should have thought of this before you tried to run. You brought this on yourself, you only need be angry with yourself. Now, finish your tasks and when you're done come back to see me because I need you to accompany me this afternoon on a little trip."

"Yes, Sir." She said in a meek voice, eyes cast down, not out of respect, but out of fear. Fear that she would be punished for making the mistake of allowing him to see the tears that she had shed. As she finished scrubbing the tables she could hear the hustle begin beyond the doors to the Inn. The village was coming alive with people and she could see the guards walking along the walkway. There were so many today, she thought, and wondered why.

After the cooking was completed and the others had been returned to the Inn to serve the meals, Melayna went to the back room where he was waiting for her.

"Sir, I'm finished with the chores now. What did you need of me?" She made sure this was done politely and with a sincere question to her voice as it made it much easier. They thought she was breaking completely, and that was what she wanted.

"There is fresh water out back. Get bathed and then dressed and come back in. You have little time to waste so I suggest you start immediately."

"Yes, thank you, Sir." And with that, Melanya went out back to a little area behind the Inn where all of the servants washed and quickly doused herself with the cold water that had been provided for her. She shivered as it ran down her skin, but it felt good to wash the sweat from her body.

Walking behind him, she wondered where they were going. It was when they passed the gated building near the far side of the village that she began to understand what was happening. Oh, no, she was thinking, please don't let this be. She froze dead in her tracks trying to fight the urge to run. It was so great inside her now, there was no stopping, no turning back, she needed to run. She was going to be sold. No, she wasn't. She wasn't going to let them do this to her. No!

Melayna hadn't realized that when she had thought No! that she had spoken it aloud. Sir turned back to her and tugged at the thin chain that held her to him. He tugged so hard that she tumbled at his feet.

"Did you just tell me no?" He barked at her. "You'll never learn, will you, Melayna? You have no say in this, it's what you are, it's your lot in life. This is you, Melayna."

His tugging was causing pain in her wrists now where the chains had been twisted tightly. No, there would be no running now. This was it for her. This was her fate, what she had been born into.

(I realize this is long, but it's a bit of background to my character in addition to present times. Thank you.)

 

[ericviking69]

Re: Change

Lyra had never expected her haste in completeing the orders would change her life...

Held by one of Liefs soldiers.... she looked about skirting off behind the Man. A subtle change occured in her breathing, keeping or trying to still hide in the shadow of the man. Shifting uneased from foot to foot drew tension and flex through the sleek muscles of well formed legs. The course cloth tickled against her outer thighs. Turn of those fiercely blue green eyes downward cast in the shadowed haze of auburn lashes.

Her voice a tenative delicious whimper almost "what is it you wish of me, Sir?"

Offering hidden glaces to Lief behind lashes, twisting slender fingers together slightly. That nervous tension still expecting the worse for running into him and his purchase of her only to grant a deeper punishment. Perhaps to lower her status even more then what it was previously from her carelessness.

Leif looked down at the dirty soft thing...His blue eyes cutting deeply into the rags that covered this bit of softness. Leif replied

"I want you to be worth the full gold piece I paid...You are mine.

But come I have more purchases to make this day...

We will discuss what I want from you besides your absolute obedience when my business is done....

Stay close to my soldiers...they will protect you with their lives...

I have their blood oathes to do my bidding..."

With the aura of a man used to command and command absolute obedience Leif strode off to other merchants. His broad shoulders barely hidden beneath his heavy leather jerkin. Those shoulders and arms looked like they could tear a man in two.

Even the red dust seemed to part for him and moved forward throught the crowd.

 

[ericviking69]

Next Merchant

Not wishing to haggle with Tyme's task master ...Leif strolls on...

There are many merchants....

Mentally he figures that he needs about a dozen women to provide for the wants of himself and his men....and to entertain the crews that will come if the tading station is successful. His plan to buy their comlete cargo and then sell it at a profit will require that he satisfy all their needs quickly and well.

More might be needed later if there are some life bondings but his crew are all sword sworn and seeking Vahalla...but love did not always follow the rules....just details.

This dirty one with fire in her eyes has more to her than she lets one....She will be one of mine....Leif think she must be trained to his will without breaking her spirit....the way she walks indicates that she was trained to dance...her blue green eyes have more depth than a woman her age should posess....

Pleasant thoughts...but back to the pressing needs....

There is a likely merchant....is soft wares adorned to show all of their assests. So many woman....and some men here and there. Most of the men were at merchants who specialized in selling laborers. In this corner of the market, the merchandize was women...various ages....various sizes and for various purposes.

 

[ericviking69]

Re: Melayna Katria

Although a bit older than those around her, she had more defiance than all of the workers put together. Yes, she was here to work off her uncalled for behavior from last week's gathering when she had broken free from her bindings and almost made it out into the village. But, she was of the mind to know better than to shirk her duties like some of the others. Melayna knew the elders were watching her carefully, making sure she stayed in her proper place and didn't encourage the others to break free as she had tried unsuccessfully. It wasn't that she had taken to the idea of doing something she didn't like, it was just that today she felt more resolve, more at peace. But it was early yet and she knew that something would happen to cause her to become agitated. That's how it always was.

She had heard them speaking about her very early this morning saying how it took some of them more time than others to learn to accept their fate. Melayna was growing a bit weary of the fighting and more than tired of trying to put on a brave face and for some reason she chose this time to sit down and begin to cry. Her tears came freely when she remembered a time long ago when she would sit on her mother's lap and listen to the songs of old. Her mother told her tales of foreign lands and the men who came from them and took the women and their young daughters leaving behind husbands and fathers to cry for revenge. Although, revenge never came for Melayna's mother or for herself, she still held the stories of her family close to her heart for safe keeping. She didn't want them taken away from her either. Now that her mother was long gone, taken away many years ago, Melayna could still feel her presence by her side. That's where her strength, her determination, had been borne. She barely remembered her father and her brothers, they were a blur, but they were still a part of her memory kept right alongside her mother.

Melayna had been taught to cook and sew at an early age and she was quite adept with her writing skills, which was something that most women had not been taught. She was also an avid reader. But, she didn't have the luxury of the great books that she saw the elders reading, though. That would never come to her again. She resorted to reading the trash that had been left behind by the guards and visiting patrons at this Inn and her former employer. She would keep these bits and pieces of reading material hidden safely in the little bundle of cloth that held her personal belongings. If these were ever found, her punishment would be mighty. She didn't even want to think about that.

"Stand now, Melayna, stop your crying and stand up right now! The tables need scrubbing and the noon meal needs to be fixed for the hungry patrons that will be waiting to be fed. There is no time for your crying. You should have thought of this before you tried to run. You brought this on yourself, you only need be angry with yourself. Now, finish your tasks and when you're done come back to see me because I need you to accompany me this afternoon on a little trip."

"Yes, Sir." She said in a meek voice, eyes cast down, not out of respect, but out of fear. Fear that she would be punished for making the mistake of allowing him to see the tears that she had shed. As she finished scrubbing the tables she could hear the hustle begin beyond the doors to the Inn. The village was coming alive with people and she could see the guards walking along the walkway. There were so many today, she thought, and wondered why.

After the cooking was completed and the others had been returned to the Inn to serve the meals, Melayna went to the back room where he was waiting for her.

"Sir, I'm finished with the chores now. What did you need of me?" She made sure this was done politely and with a sincere question to her voice as it made it much easier. They thought she was breaking completely, and that was what she wanted.

"There is fresh water out back. Get bathed and then dressed and come back in. You have little time to waste so I suggest you start immediately."

"Yes, thank you, Sir." And with that, Melanya went out back to a little area behind the Inn where all of the servants washed and quickly doused herself with the cold water that had been provided for her. She shivered as it ran down her skin, but it felt good to wash the sweat from her body.

Walking behind him, she wondered where they were going. It was when they passed the gated building near the far side of the village that she began to understand what was happening. Oh, no, she was thinking, please don't let this be. She froze dead in her tracks trying to fight the urge to run. It was so great inside her now, there was no stopping, no turning back, she needed to run. She was going to be sold. No, she wasn't. She wasn't going to let them do this to her. No!

Melayna hadn't realized that when she had thought No! that she had spoken it aloud. Sir turned back to her and tugged at the thin chain that held her to him. He tugged so hard that she tumbled at his feet.

"Did you just tell me no?" He barked at her. "You'll never learn, will you, Melayna? You have no say in this, it's what you are, it's your lot in life. This is you, Melayna."

His tugging was causing pain in her wrists now where the chains had been twisted tightly. No, there would be no running now. This was it for her. This was her fate, what she had been born into.

(I realize this is long, but it's a bit of background to my character in addition to present times. Thank you.)

There in the midst of so many women was a jewel...not a hidden pearl like his dirty treasure but a woman who looked like she could manage a kitchen....yet still tempting...Perfect to be the mistress of the houselhold....She might even be able to please that scoundrel Faisl. In any event FAisl could certainly train her to please him.

Leif moves closer ignoring the other woman around her...He can see she has been crying....but has gotten control of her tears.

He asks if she can cook? Is she afraid of hard work? His blue eyes looking deep into hers....He tells her that there will be other special responsibilites as well....she shutters in realization of his hidden meaning...

Finding her answers promising, he warn her that he demands absolute obedience from all who serve me in any capacity...looking every bit the Viking Lord as he fingers his axe....

Motioning to the merchant...He asks the price...

"Four pieces of silver... "

Leif pays two gold pieces....knowing that the word will spread like fire through the market place...

Leif also knows that a slave will act according to how they perceive they are valued...

Turning her into the hands of his soldiers, he continues his quest...musing ten more....He wonders if all will be found today...but there is always tomorrow

Giving his first slave a wink...to set her off balance he continues on...examining every female slave with the care of a horse master....

 

[ericviking69]

Re: Nora King

"Momma, please don't let him take me. Please let me go, I will be good, " crying calling her. He just threw me on top of this shoulder and carry me. "Momma" screaming her name over and over again. I started to kick and punch him, he smack me hard on my ass. "Stop it bitch, you going, so get use to it."

A carriage was waiting for us. Opening the door, he push me in it. Trying to get past him to run. Grabbibg my hair, he held on to me. "Now sit!" Sitting with my head against the side of the carriage I continue crying.

We came up to a building of some kind, it was so dark I couldn't tell. All I know is, the carriage stop, we got out. "Now stay here and don't move. The man over there is going to watch you.." he said to me. I see him walking over to this man, started talking to him. Seeing both of them looking at me, I started to shake. .

There is a commotion as a very fresh thing steps down from a carriage...She has been prepared to fetch a great price but the merchant is saying she is not worth it....

Just like in battle, there is a right time to strike....Leif realizes that he has a chance to steal a pearl with out price ...

Stepping in... he offers two gold pieces to the seller....whose jaw drops....

With a simple command..."come" this one is his too...

Leif's little entourage is becoming quite the sight...
Two soldiers looking fierce...Wolf Fang does that so well
And three women...A dirty one, a mature one and this one dressed to be a play thing....she will need to be trained....

Leif knows he needs at least five more if he is to keep the two treasures he purchased for himself...the Chieftain's quarter....a rule so ancient it cannot be broken....

Fortunately, the day is young....

Time to find a place to dress these treasures so that they look their worth....and allow merchants to offer me their best

This using money to get what he wants is a simple game....

 

[nightray]

Wolfs fang

I fallow behind Leif one large ax in my right hand the other strapped to my back. I watch the crowds carefully my eyes never staying long in one place looking for any danger to my mentor. I smile as I see where we’re going thinking the men will be happy when we return with this merchandise. I smile as Leif takes his first and puts her between me and the other guards telling her that she would be safe hear. I look down at her small smile on my lips that never reach my eyes.

“Good choice.” Is all I say in a calm cold voice before my eyes begin to moving over the crowded streets once agene.

As I walk I feel a slit tug at my belt with amazing speed for one of my size my hand lashes out catching the wrist of a young urchin who was trying to cut my piers. I back hand the young boy with the back on my fist holding the ax sending him sprawling to the ground with a large lump forming on his temple. I spit eritadely as I turn back to Leif catching up to him easily.

I keep my eyes open noting the few boys running arund people there hand okionaly filtering so fast that if you didn’t know what to look for you wouldn’t even notes. I shake my head wondering how the people hear could be so slow as to not notes. Then I smirk but then that’s probably why we’re able to plunder these towns seemingly at will some times.

The ward seems to spread quickly among the urchins for after the inshal attempted at thievery they now avoid use. I nod thinking at least they learn quickly enough.

 

[silken_kitten]

Following

Still miffed by the change of events Lyra fallows between the first guard and before Wolf. Blushing slightly at the touch of eyes against flesh, that taint of crimson touches pale cheeks veiled slightly in a layer of dirt and grime. She watched quietly. Intense eyes of blue green taking in everything. Sure she had seen the market place before having been trusted to wander around. But now was different... she was part of a crowd and was taken notice upon by passing eyes. The new acusitions were glanced offering giving a timid smimle to them as well... and errently brushing down the tattered hem of the clothing she wore still.

Her steps held a smoothness to the gait. Easily pulling a hidden rock to lithe hips. Now becoming aware that she was dirtier then the other girls being selected. Taking a few moments to comb finger thought her tangled hair. The faint squeal held as the knot was found and pulled upon. Withdrawing her fingers quickly in the same instant she just walked along quietly. Again keeping keen interest to everything surrounding though also taking into note the selections made. What was dismissed... everything she could about Him that had purchased her. As well as the others in the entorage... Though her eyes were and unreadable maw

 

[ericviking69]

Re: Alanna

It was earlier that week I had been sitting comfortably at home with my family and husband to be when they raiders came. I watched in horror as the village was plundered and most of it burned. I watched in dibelief as my family was slaughted along with my love. The next cycle of the moon we were to be wed.

I had cried on my knees for some time before my slender form was snatched from where I knelt and thrown into chains to be taken away. I fought and stuggled till my energy was gone and gave in. They were stong and powerful and I had no way to escape. Where would I have escaped to anyway?

They washed and bathed me pefuming my hair and dressing me in a reveling cloth as I was heared with the rest towards the market. I stood a few inches taller than most of the women in the group and I thnk by the look of things I was a lot younger than them as well. I could feel my the eyes upon me as the undressed me and did unimagineable things woth me in their minds. All I could do was glare back with my peircing silver eyes as if I were to cast some magic on them.

Leif turns into a clothing store taking. Posting Wolf's Fang and the other soldier as guards...with intruction to allow only interesting interruptions....we need five more purchases

Leif leads the three purchases into the store...

Addressing each in turn he asks their names....taking a moment to assess each

Lyra, the dirty one
Nora, the young one
and Melayna, the more mature one

A good start for his plans....

Addressing the merchant..."Dress these ladies as cherished treasures. Provide them two changes suitable for serving at table. And do it now while I watch."

Just then Wolf's Fang enters escorting a timid merchant and a fine prize....He learned that her name was Allayna....

The purchase made....Allanya is added to the assignment of the Merchant...although her first set of cloths was almost perfect...

Only 4 to go.....

 

[quintessential]

Melayna Katria

Too afraid to speak, questions running through my mind, I just stared at him. He was such a strong and assuming presence, a man who seemed to know what he wanted and would stop at nothing to have it. I suddenly realized how much you could tell about a person just by their tone of voice. His was commanding. He also seemed to be very free with giving away his gold. That had me worried. If he was that giving, then he was also that much more demanding of what he acquired with those sparkling pieces. His eyes gave way to a darkness that appeared behind them, a temper perhaps? But, he thought I was worth two pieces of gold. Maybe his heart was not completely cold. Could it be that there was a warm softness hidden deep beneath his hardened exterior?

When he spoke, though, I listened. It's as if he knew what I was thinking as he studied me up and down very slowly then made his way back to take in my eyes and hold them captive to his own. Yes, he could read me perfectly when he made it clear that he expected total obedience. It was the other comment that caused a shiver to course through my body. I knew by the tone of his remark and the grin on his face just what else I'd be expected to perform, too. Oh my Lord, please strike me down now. Let this not be happening. He made his intentions very clear as he made sure I followed his eyes as he looked down toward his axe, which he had been fingering. I noticed its sharpness, the way it shimmered as the sun kissed it, and how large the blade was. My gasp was quite evident for he looked at me once again and knew that I was in complete understanding of his remarks.

Watching the commotion that was all around me in the marketplace, I saw a group of soldiers fast approaching. It was to them I was given along with two other girls. One was so beautifully dressed while the other one was in need of a good washing. She was the one my heart went to for some reason. They were both so young, though, but I could see that underneath the grime was a beautiful rose just waiting to bloom. Here I am in the midst of turmoil and all I can think about are the young ones who are walking beside me.

I am very scared, I am wishing I could run again, but, I realized there is no place for me to hide now as we are surrounded by men who wouldn't think twice about using their strength to cause harm as I just witnessed.

As we three are led into an elite clothing store I am left to wonder why? If we are to serve in the kitchen, or keep order in their quarters, why do we need to be clothed in such finery? When I heard him notify the merchant that we were to have two different changes I almost laughed out loud, but quickly remembered his dreaded words to me. Just then, the doors to the store crashed open and the one guard who had scared me the most was pushing another young one inside. She looked just as scared as we did.

 

[Angelofsex]

Nora King

Watching a man come up to my master, and talking to him. Next I saw was him giving my master money. "Come here you bitch, you belong to him now." Pulling me by the arm, "Here you are Sir, she will do good for you." I couldn't say anything, just go with this man.

Following this man to where two other women are standing. My head was down crying. Never to see my Momma again, why did he have to do it? My body was shaking from the crying and from the coldness.

Just looking around at all the people looking at us, has me scare. Not knowing what is going to happen to me. Oh Momma where are you? Seeing this man from the back, maybe he will be a good master. Maybe he will let me see her again.

We went with this merchant, to get cloths for our body. Maybe I won't be as cold now. Trying the dresses on was some fun, then he got a little mean to me. His hands was on my body. I didn't know what to do. Looking for the other women for help. He push me down, "No" I scream. A guard came in and pull him off me, "Leave them alone, or you will be sorry." I grab my things and left there. Looking at the guard I thank him.

 

[ericviking69]

Settling Back

Leif pulls his axe from his belt and settles back on a plush chair to watch...His blue eyes missing no details....His menacing stance causing caution for the merchant....

Just as things start to get more interesting...Wolf's enters again...

He gives a respectful nod of the head just as he was trained...Leif smiles in acknowledgment...

Wolf's indicates that there are three merchants outside graving audience...that might merit the interuption...

Leif smiles inwardly...Wolf's is maturing nicely...he is ready for more responsibility....not wanting to be interuppted...

Handing him 4 gold pieces....Leif directs that he purchase the best that the merchants have to offer...suggesting that he will need to eat what he buys so choose carefully....Should he choose poorly his fellow crew members will never let him life it down....

Leif gave him a little further guidance. He expected at least 4 more ...but if he got more than 8 the quality was not high enough....these needed to be healthy wenches capable of caring for the entire crew...

Wolf's eyes glinted...as he retired to fulfill his mission...Leif was sure he was looking forward to getting into his work....

 

[ericviking69]

Business at hand

With Wolf's Fang's attending to details outside...

Leif's attention returns to his soft pretties...

Sending the merchant out...but having him leave all the clothes....

Leif directs the ladies to show him their favorite outfits....

and then almost as an after thought...he directs them to change into them...while he watches.....

Inwardly, Leif knows he is testing their obedience...determining the type of training that he will need....

This is not greatly different from testing his crew before he needs to count on them....

Leaning back in his chair...he watches to see if these lovelies will bond together and serve his every wish....

 

[cuervorose]

Rila

She stood like a beast at auction, ankles shackled by a decorative bronze chain. She wore a sheathe of fine cloth, the only article of clothing left in her possession. She saw no shame in being where, and what, she was. She always had been, and always would be, a man's plaything. Such was the life of a slave.
A giant approched her, a battle axe of impossible proportion on either hip. She wondered how anyman, even one as large as the man before her could swing such a thing, and she shuddered, almost imperceptibly at the idea of what so gruesome a weapon could do to a woman. The giant man walked towards her, giving her an icy blue stare. She stared back, proud, seductive. She knew she was worth the price asked. She could give a man, any man, the pleasure he so rightly deserved. He moved on, glacing over some of the other girls, all of them clean and presentable, Rila had personally made sure of that.
She dared speak up, "All the girls here are clean, of quality, and know the ways to please a man. I speak of this of my own experience. They have all been under my teaching. Should you choose any of them, they will not displease you. They are worth the price asked. If you were to choose a group of them, the asking price will be more than fair. As a matter of fact, judging by the gold you carry, you could easily afford several, if not all, of the group. There are eight of us. I can promise, these girls will satisfy you and any other you choose."
At least they had better, she thought dangerously. She saw Cyrila, a newer, younger girl, start to cry and gave her a look that would break glass. The blonde haired pixie instantly dried her eyes and straightened her appearance.
The viking turned to stare at Rila, and for a moment she wondered if she had gone too far in voicing her opinions of her former charges. She bowed her head demurely, taking on a docile expression to pacify an oncoming rage.

 

[papillon24]

Alanna

I had only turned my head for a moment as the crowed passed by with a rush whe I was jeaked from where I stood in the line. My heart jumped. I looked a the soldier who had pulled me away fromt he others I felt so comfortable with. His hands were rough as he fondled and played with my body a bit. I tried to pull away but he held my bindings tight. I just wanted to die of the embarrasment.

Soon I was pulled into a shop and watched the looks as I saw the others waithing as well. The man ordered to find clothing. I stood in shock a bit before begining to do so. I found one that was silver to match my eyes and one of the deepest blue. Never in my life had I see colors to this extent.

I listened carefully as he told us to change as he watched. I felt my body cringe at the thought. I had never been naked before a man before. not even my husband to be. that was for our wedding night. I could feel a tear of embarrasment run down my cheak as I look back around at the others awaiting our fate

 

[nightray]

Wolfs fang

I smile slightly as I walk out of the clothing store with the gold in my hand. My eye sweep over the girls lined up in front of me. I pass over one merchant that had some filthy broken girls. I curl my lip in distain I’ve never liked a girl with out any spear it in her. I stop in front of a line of clean girls all of whom are standing backs strait but there eyes turned down submissively.

I walk along the line of girls lessoning to the one that seems to have been in charge of them. I look back at her my eyes hard as I look her over carefully.

“So they won’t displease me.” I say in a soft but hard voice my eyes narrowing as I look at this one that dares to speak out of place. “Would you stake your life on this?” I smile coldly “For if I buy them and one does displease me or one of my comrades you will receive twice her punishment.”

I raze my eyebrow looking in to her eyes looking for any sine of weakness or disputation. I smile at what I see she is strong but yet there is no defiance in her gaze only submetion. I tern to the merchant with out waiting for the girls answer. I say “Three gold pieces for the lot of them.” The merchant looks to object for he wanted five but looking closer at me and my weapons he slouches and nodes. I smile and hand him the coin.

I turn to the one that spoke up saying “Now you better hope they don’t disappoint any of use.” I grin coldly gesgering to the shop “Go in there you’ll all get some new clothes.” I smile as the five girls walk in to the shop with there teacher ushering them in.

They will do fine she trained them well I could tell that with out her saying a thing but now she will be attentive to making sheer they stay obedient.

I fallow them in to the shop stepping to Leif’s side. I lean down to his ear saying. I got this five fore three gold a bargain I think.” I chuckle softly. “I think the merchant was too scared to try and haggle with me.” I point the one that spoke up out. “She says that there all well trained in the art of pleasing a man. I believe her I would have chosen them even if she hadn’t spoken. I tolled her that if one does displease use though she would get twice the punishment the slave do’s that should make her work twice as hard in keeping them in line.”

I hand Leif the one gold coin that I didn’t spend straitening to wait for further orders and to see if he was pleased with my perches.

 

[ericviking69]

Smiling

Wolf's Fang had done well....The crew would be pleased....

Leif might even have something to please that old scoundrel Faisl

and returning the coin....Leif knew his crew was well trained .but that was more loyalkty than he had hoped for...

Distracted by the new arrivals, Lief sat back....enjoying the sights of so much beautiful flesh....

Not too many tears....not too much embarassment....plenty of curves....

Leif knew that he would want to interview each to assign them there specific roles.. and get a taste of more than a few...

He was sure there was a maid or two in the group....now that he was through raiding villages and towns....virgins might be few and far between....

That new one....she looked she might be able to handle both the lietenant and Wolf's Fang at the same time....that would be something to behold

Leif knew he had to make some rules....but not too many...the advantages of a well trained crew....

A little more clothing....a few more looks and then home....

 

[Llyr]

Faisl al Ibrahim

As usual, the barbarians stared at him as he walked through the market. Someone of his appearance and dress were exceedingly rare in this part of the world, and he himself, even after ten years, had yet to grow comfortable in the cold climes. "A true hell of Saitan," he cursed under his breath, darkly eyeing a young man who was staring at his purse. "Away, puppy, before I slit your throat and feed you to the jackals of this wretched place," he sneered while opening his robes to flash the long, wickedly curved blade of his scimitar. The street urchin scampered away.

As usual, the wares were second best. Cheap fabrics for the most part, poorly cut. "Ahhh, for the bazaars of Medina," he growled for the thousandth time since his exile from home at the hands of a bitter rival.

Faisl was shopping for delicacies. Not women this time. Imam Lief and Wolf were attending to that directly. Rather, he'd been ordered to look for the smaller rarities that turn the merely good life into Paradise. "Is there not a decent merchant or craftsman among all you dogs?" he shouted in the middle of a square. Several younger men glowered at him, but when he smiled, gold flashing from his incisors, they hastily turned. al Ibrahim spit in disgust at the feet of one before whirling around, robes flowing behind him. The imam would be displeased if nothing was to be had.

"Salaam," whispered a voice behind him. Turning quickly, al Ibrahim stared down into the face of a young man dressed in desert robes mauch like his own. "The effendi is looking for pleasantries perhaps? Things these infidels know nothing of?" the figure asked bowing.

"Speak, boy," growled al Ibrahim, "and be quick. I have no time to waste." But if this child can bring me to those things that I seek ... Allah akbar!

"Come, effendi. My master has many things ... from home," said the boy and turning wawy led Faisl through several turnings of the marketplace.

 

[cuervorose]

Rila

"...twice her punishment..." As Rila heard him speak, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he was deadly serious. She was also certain in her control of the women surrounding her. She would do anything to please the man who controlled her, and she would make certain that any other woman he owned would do the same. She was obedient to a fault to her master, and she knew what her place was. More than once she had taken severe, painful punishments of behalf of the women of her previous master, and each girl had in turn felt her wrath. They knew she was in control, and knew their obedience to their master first, and her second, was what kept them in good health.
She ushered the women into the shop as her new owner directed, and directed each girl to dress in what she herself chose for them. Each choice was based on making each woman as seductive and desirable as possible while maintaining a demure air. As the women dressed quietly Rila looked at each of them. They were all attractive women. Rounded breasts with nipples that were perked from a combination of the cool air in the shop and the embarrassment of changing infront of the audience of their new owner and his entourage. Her gaze swept lower on each woman, checking for proper grooming. She personally trimmed each girl regularly to make sure that the only hair on their body was the slender strip that ran no more two inches above their slit, as their former master had preferred. She hoped the new master would indicate his preference and she would change the girls as indicated. She eyed the two men as she finished her inspection of the girls. Broad shouldered, blonde, bearded. Each was probably brutal in and out of the sleeping chambers. She slowly slipped out her own clothing, her large, firm breasts standing proudly, long legs, bely and arms, muscled, but femininely soft, a thin gold loop ran through her right nipple, a mark of favor from a former master. She bent to pick up the sheathe she had chosen for herself, lavendar and violet linen trimmed in silver thread. When she was dressed, she lined up the women to be inspected by their new master. She knelt obediently at his feet and bowed her head. "Master", she spoke softly, subserviently, "I live to serve you, my life is yours. I wish to please you through myself and these women. Should I, or they, displease you, I will accept your wrath for my failure." She fell silent, waiting for a reply.