The Sale

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CLosed for Papillon & RocknRoll

Anakara watched from behind the bars. The market of Alexandria hurried around her as she stood stationary. The cage was barely tall enough to kneel but she still sat as graceful and proud as she could.

It was not always this way. There was a time when she ruled her own house and slaves. A raid in her home a month ago ended that. Her family was killed and she was taken to be sold off at will.

She felt body shake in fear as hands came at her in all directions. Some pulled at her hiar to pull her closer to the side of the cage. Others reached in roughly probing at her naked body. The sights and sounds of the market around her were overwhelming. She pulled her body into the middle of the tiny enclosure where not so many could reach her. She glared with hate at those who grabbed at her and laughed at her struggle.

She looked to the side and saw a young man looking in. He was well dressed but not over the top. Anakara watched as he watched back not reaching in but studying.

Them he moved over to the slave master. She watched as they haggled over a price and then gold exchanged. Her heart jumped and then stood still. What was to happen to her? How was this happening?

 

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The man walked over to the cage and looked at Anakara, and wondered across to the next cage. There were around twenty slave girls taken in the same raid. The village had been destroyed and most of the inhabitants slaughtered by the Pharaoh’s army. It had been an act of revenge ordered by the Pharaoh himself after his brother was stabbed to death in the street along with his body guards. The General of the Army did not agree with this genocide policy, but he had not lead the attack, as he was praying at the shire of Selket at the time as his wife was close to giving birth many miles away in a small village just outside the capital, which is how he came to be in the Slave Market today.

Wondering along in full official dress of state, as he was of noble birth, he stood out among the many peasants and craftsmen in the market. Walking over to the cage of a beautiful slave, he looked her in the eye and then down to her tag which read “Anakara, slave, no known skills.”

Turning to the slave owner he asked “So how much for the new girl there?”
“Her? You want her sire? I have much better slaves over here that one of your rank would find much more to your liking over here. Much better trained, proven loyalty and…”
“No, how much for her? Or do you think you know your tastes much better than I?”
Now the General was well known and popular across the kingdom, known to be caring towards even the lowest class of soldier under his command. His name was Nebi, meaning panther.
“For you sire, 2 gold pieces.”
“I’ll give you five for her, now go little man”

 

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Anakara watched as the slavemaster hurried off to help the next customer who was busy groping a young girl a few cages down. She could hear her squeal in disgust as he tested out her body with his fingers. She cringed at the thought of being here.

Her heart began to beat very fast as the man who bought her bent down to look at her. She felt her body slink farther back into the cage and as far out of reach as she could. She wrapped her arms around herself to cover her nakednessthe best she could.

This was the first time be so openly exposed for at the slave camp she still wore her fine dress, or at least what was left of it after being torn in the raid. The Slavemaster har stripped her naked before throwing her roughly in the cage and then headed to market.

Something about this man in front of her made her uneasy. He did not seem like the others who were just buying girls for their own pleasure or to resell to the travelers. This one just watched.

She stared cautiosly at him awaiting his move.

 

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Nebi looked at the staring woman, fixed his eyes with hers. There was a fiery passion in her eyes, which he liked, especially with the ideas he had in store for this one. Rising one hand in the air a rather tall Nubian rushed over to him. About six foot three, and large muscles developed from years in the army.
“Andromeda, see that slave?
“The one with the fiery eyes Sir?”
“Yes, her. Give her a robe and bring her to my house later tonight… until then she is yours. Remember if she is harmed or abused your in the front line. Just make sure she’s ready for the tough few years she has before her.”
“Yes, sir!” replied Andromeda and walked over to the slave girl, opened the cage and pulled her out, smashing a groping bystander in the face leaving him stone dead on the floor. “Come with me slave, our master has a great plan for you. I think you will enjoy it” gripping her arm in with a clench that would warp a bronze sword, he pulled her over to a cloth stall and asked “Now, which one would you like?”
Now these were very expensive cloth, better quality than most nobles can own, let alone a poor girl from a village. “Well?”

 

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Anakara felt the iron grip around her arm and was pulled out of the cage. A large nubian drugher towards a stall with many fine clothes.

She stood in awe of the beautiful colors. Blues as deep as the sky. Reds as deep as blood. Greens drarker than emeralds. There were so many. Silks and linins with paterns and weaves from all oer the world.

“Now, which one would you like?”

She looked around. Never in her life had she seen such beautiful material let alone ever been able to afford anything of that caliber.

“Well?”

She reach out and touch a saphire blue one and nodded. It would look nice for it matched her eyes.

The merchant handed it to her and she wraped herself in the long blule fabric fastening itlike the Indian women fixed their Sari. the sild feltsoft aganst her skin. She turned to face the nubian and nodded.

 

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Andromeda laughed and threw a bag of gold across to the merchant and whisked Anakara off to around the market and to a chariot standing behind. With two beautiful stallions in front of a single axle battle chariot in a gorgeous deep crimson and gold trim.

“Were off to Damascus to meet your new master”
“Damascus!? But isn’t that in the hands of the enemy!?!?”
“Those slugs will soon be your slaves my dear”
“My slaves what do you mean my sla…” Anakara was thrown on the chariot and the huge Andromeda jumped on behind her and whipped the horses into a frenzy and sped off into the desert.

Several hours later they arrived at the military camp, and Anakara was lead to the largest tent in the encampment.

 

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The ride was long but the land was beautiful which made the ride a bit more enjoyable.

Her nevers still stood on end. She had no idea what was in store forher one they arrive. The Nubian behind her did not make things better. Throughoutthe ride she could feel his breath on her neck and occasionally his hand would run along her thigh or arm making her jump.

They arrived atthe camp.Anakara was lead to alarge tent, the largest one in the camp.

She stoped in awe, only to be roughly pushed forward by the nubian towards the tent.

 

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Two Egyptian guards stood outside the tent and upon seeing Andromeda they snapped to attention
“Good afternoon sir!” the one of the left said
“Nebi is expecting you! The battle planning has been going on for nearly twenty grains already!”
“Benipé,” replied Andromeda, “Are all the other commanders assembled?”
“Yes sir!” replied the man who was obviously Benipé
“Excellent!” then turning to Anakara “come with me” They marched into the tent and found Nebi and a few other nobles over a map with a few statues that seemed to resemble various types of troops in an army. Then without looking up from the map Nebi responded to the entrance of these two new comers
“You’re late, as always Andromeda, which is why your units are securing, and holding the pass and holding the enemy up with your spearmen. And while the Seleucids are throwing themselves at your forces our archers will trek up the side of the mountains, protected by close order axe men, while the cavalry will swing round to the left of the pass and try and hit the enemy in the rear.”
“Sire you know my Nubians are the best around, hence why you put up with me” replied Andromeda.
“Exactly,” then looking up towards Anakara continued “now my dear, if you were the Seleucids would do you think you would do… as this pass is the only way to move heavy siege equipment towards Damascus?”
“Me sir? But I’m just a slave girl, I don’t know…”
“Shut up and tell Me.” he barked back
“Well I would pour all my forces into the pass, heavy infantry in the front and back with light infantry and skirmishers in the middle”
“Now do you see why I hired this girl? She’s seen the enemy attack and sacks her village before and watched the final battle before we secured it in the name of the Pharaoh.”
“You mean that mass slaughter of innocents due to the Pharaoh’s paranoia?” replied the burly, muscular Nubian
“Yes,” and after a short pause “that one.” He then walked over to the beautiful young slave girl “now my dear, you can come back to my tent and we can get to know each other better.” Then calling over to the back of the tent “Nubit, will you take this girl back to my tent and get her ready. I have a few more things to sort out here”
“Yes master” said the scantily clad young woman from the back of the tent. She then wondered over to Anakara and showed her out of the main tent and towards the General’s quarters.

 

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Anakara was ushered out of the tent by a young woman a little older than her and certainly less clothed than her. The young woman, Nubit, gestured to another military pavilion nearby.

Upon entering she was roughly striped of her new clothing. Nubit made a gesture towards a large tub that was filled partially with water. Anakara stepped in and held onto the rope that hung above so she would not lose her balance.

The young woman picked up a cloth and began washing the dust of the market and the chariot ride from her flesh. The feel of the wet cloth was refreshing in the heat of the mid-day sun. She moaned a bit as it kissed every inch her golden flesh.

Nubit finished and gestured for her to step out of the tub and over to a finely woven straw mat. There sweets smelling jasmine oil was massaged into her skin making it shine in the light of the desert. The feeling of this touch was intoxicating and Anakara did not realize where she was being pushed to next.

A young man in a simple linen loincloth stepped into the tent. Anakara gasped with surprise as her wrists were quickly grabbed and held tightly in his and held above her head against the center pole of the pavilion. She felt her body fight this and try to struggle away. The young man just held on tighter.

She felt the heat of his body as he reached up and attached solid gold manacles around her wrists, making sure the rings faced the right direction. Then a chain was threaded thought the rings and around the center pole leaving her arms stretched back and her back arched.

She felt his hands slide along her body down to her ankles and attach manacles around her ankles in the same fashion. She tried to fight be was hardly able to move.

The man left as quickly as he had entered and Nubit came around to her once more. The young girl fashioned a thick golden collar around her neck that was attached to a chain in front. Anakara could feel the weight of the chain fall against her body.

She watched as Nubit went over to a small table and picked up a few small containers. She came back over and opened them all up. Quickly, and with great skill Nubit lined Anakara’s eyes with Kohl. Next she opened a jar of honey and dipped a brush in. Anakara gasped as she felt the brush swirl on her nipple and then the other. She looked down the best she could to she her areolas shine from the thin coating of honey.

Nubit made her way back over to a trunk and pulled out a thin and very see though white material. She held it up as if asking for an approval the wrapped it around Anakara’s hips letting it drape to the floor.

The girl stood back as if to admire her work then left quickly.

Anakara could not believe the position she was in. she tried to pull at her bindings but it was no use.

 

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Nubit returned shortly, with Nebi, sliding off her dress and laying on the a bed of pillows in the view of Anakara. Her hand slide down between her legs and started to play with herself looking at the tied up girl.
“You’ll have to forgive Nubit,” said Nebi, pouring a red liquid into a gold goblet “wine my dear? It says it makes the mind sharp, and the body softer, as long as you don’t take too much” before pouring a little wine into Anakara’s mouth. Then he knelt don’t before her and start to roll his tongue around her nipples. Licking off the glaze of honey while sliding a hand into her soft yet dry pussy and making a pleasurable sound before continuing “You do feel nice and tight my dear, I think I shall enjoy you after the battle tomorrow. I would take you tonight, but its bad luck to have sex before a battle.”

A sounds of a desert camels filled the ears of the army camp, impatient for tomorrow battle. Nubit and Nebi were curled up on the soft pillows and Anakara was lying next to them. She couldn’t sleep. The excitement of the night before had gotten to her. She was not sure how to feel though, a slave but with a master who was respected and obviously had a very sexual relationship with those whom served him. But she had never experienced anything like this, and all she could do, is lay back, and think of her life before the massacre of her village…

 

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Anakara lie still and listened to the soft breathing next to her. Her mind wandered of the time when she was free.She thought of her father and how powerful he was, at least in her eyes. She had stood by his side as he led the village though both good and bad time. Anakara had helped him lead the people and was well respected.

She remembered the times when she would spend time with the orphans and the downtrodded, listeneing to their stories and helping them where she could. Being the eldest daughter of the village leader she always had enough and then a little to spare. The wealth of her family was nothing though, in comparison to the campany she now was in. Even this man had ten times the wealth at least of the village combined.

Anakara sat up and looked around the pavillion. She thought for a moment of escape. That was out of the question. Where would she go? Gaurds stood watch around the clock on this very pavillion. She looked down aupon her master sleeping peacefully. She would stay. He seemed kind. At least kinder than any other that would have bought her back in the market.

Her hands shook as she stood from the bed. Her thoughts wandered along with her feet as she made her way over a pile of cushions. She kneeled upon them and looked into a small mirror that hung nearby.

"I guess this is my life now" Tears slowed from her eyes as she lay back into the cusions and fall asleep

 

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The army had left the camp before the break of dawn, and marched across the desert. The plan was to hit the enemy before they were prepared with a barrage of flaming arrows, an idea that had been bought from a Greek Merchent not so long ago.

Within seconds the enemy camp was ablaze and soilders were running, either for their weapons or fleeing for their lives.

The flanking attacks broke the enemy moral and there was a very short sharp slaughter, followed by the capturing of prisioners.

It wasnt till mid afternoon that the army returned, having recived only 3 or 4 casulites in the battle, a few doctors were despratly trying to save the lives of another 5.

A party broke out and the wine and beer flowed. But the hero warror headed stright for his tent, with a present for Anakara, her own personal body slave, from a choice of 4.

 

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She awoke to the sounds of fighting in the distance. How long had she slept? she wondered as she peered out of the tent. A few gaurds were lef outside andgawkd as see looked out.


She returned slowly to the bed and sat running her fingers though her hair removing the tangels.

soon she hear the sounds of victory and suddenly he pushed thought the tent panels with four slaves in tow

One of them is for you, your own personal bodyslave and groom. She felt his eyes scan every inch of her nakednessas she looked upon all the slaves. There were two very stunning young women who could not have been much younger than her, and two young boys about eighteen. Bother were handsome, but not as handsome asher master.

She walked up to the group letting her hand dance across each one's face. The young woman with dark straght hair shook in fear but reacted to Anakara's gentle touch.

"What is your name?"She wispered in her ear

Lina the girl wispered back.


She moved along the line and watched as a young man gasp at her touch

"And what is your name?"She questioned him, he voice begining to gain power and athority.

"Thanos"she could see his desire for her as he spoke his name to her.

She turned back to Nebi."Master?" She bowed her head and approached him letting her hands fall upon his chest. "May I have both Lina andThanos. One as a groom andone a body gaurd. I really like both and would not be able to decide."