To buy a slave

Castor reviewed the preparations for the dinner party he was hosting on the next day with Democritus. This was meant to be a follow-up to his private discussion with Photius and changed circumstances would require that he alter things somewhat. In the study off the garden he closed the door and sat Democritus down.

"The task I mentioned is more than a simple message, Democritus. I am convinced that war is coming. The news out of Artan is, alarming. Accordingly I have decided to relocate my household to the west. When war comes I will be in a position to take immediate action and, perhaps, blunt the kingdom's offensive until the Shah can muster the field armies. If this were to become known to my political foes, they might seize the opportunity to attack me in my absence. Therefore, I will send you west. You will establish a household for me. Quietly," he explained.

"I will leave after the dinner tomorrow, lord. You may have faith that I will do exactly as you say," Democritus responded.

"I wish you to depart this evening, Democritus. I want Photius to inquire as to your whereabouts tomorrow evening and ponder what it means that I have sent my most trusted servant to the western lands," Castor said. 'And I want you gone from this house before I forget myself and throttle you,' he added mentally.

The man looked a little taken aback, but he recovered quickly. "Of course, lord. I will gather my things."

Castor clapped the man on the shoulder.

"Excellent, Democritus. I don't know what I would do without you," he said truthfully. "Oh," he continued, "since I am sending Valentus back with a message for his father you can travel in his company."

"As you wish, lord. If I may?" he indicated the doorway.

Castor nodded. "Take care Democritus, and I pray the gods speed your journey."

When Democritus left Castor sat where he could see the garden and pondered more courses of action. Sending Democritus west would serve many ends. It would separate him from any of Castor's opponents in the capitol. It would place him squarely amongst Castor's partisans. It would create the household that Castor would need to draw upon when he did, eventually, go west. It would allow him, by disappearing for a few days, to test and see if Democritus was passing information to his opponents. It was possible, after all, that the man was simply a bullying lecher. Such a man might have other uses and, as much as his heart demanded it, need not be killed.

The sight of the garden, that practical and purposeful garden, helped him to order his thoughts and to remember what was important.
 
Aaja led Eloriel out into the garden, they both revelled in the courtyard's fresh air and sunshine on their skin, although quite aware of their fairlness and the limitations in the sunshine it made for them in life, they also valued their time in it's warmth.

"I see many useful plants here, Eloriel. My mother trained me well in herbology and I can find many purposes to these, from as simple as teas and perfumes to as helpful as headache cures, healing potions and...even protection from evil if need arises. Let me show you some of the plants I recognize and their uses, my love." she said, leading her 'companion' by the hand and pointing out various plants, telling of different purposes and recipes.

Finally, beneath a rosebush she saw one of the things she had intended to gather. "Ah, look! Enaezslia!" She had brought a simple woven basket and began to gather sprigs of the fuzzy purple and white plant into the basket until it was half full. She and Eloriel had begun to sing songs of their homeland together as they gathered Zanrndn and also some flowers for decorating the room. In their contentedness they barely noticed Democritus pass, stepping on Aaja's slippered,still bandaged and still sore foot as he went. She gasped, dropping the basket and Eloriel scooped to replace it's fallen contents as they both looked after him fearfully but without a word he was out of the main gate.

They looked at each other and Aaja shrugged, trying to laugh off the incident, though it chilled her to the core and her foot was throbbing painfully. Slowly, she got back to her task and eased Eloriel's nerves with another song. Castor came out and they both knealt before him, happy to have him in their presence but a little worried he might be cross at them for touching his plants. "Lord Castor," began Aaja, "I came out to gather some herbs I can make into a good healing salve for Eloriel's hip. Is there something, anything I can make for you? I have a gift with plants, my Lord."
 
Merin

Meliara looked up to Miren and nodded. "Yes. I would like that.. if its not too much trouble. Thank you."

Miren smiles to Meliara, “Its very little trouble at all, the work that needed to be done, I did for my own gratification. I simply choose to share a little of it with you.”

“Once you’ve showed her where everything is you could come back to sit and talk with me while we wait for her,” Jason suggested.

Merin inclined her head, "Of course, no doubt she would like a little privacy."

Following an after dinner drink; Merin leads Meliara into a well-appointed room dominated by a large sunken tub.

“I think it is large enough for you to swim in, little one, but it will be warm, and between the water and the soothing scents, you can relax, as much as possible, under the current circumstances.”

Merin turns the water on and adjusts the temperature, when she is satisfied; she adds to it a little oil. The warmth of the water releases the aroma of spring flowers into the air, a light and familiar scent to both elves.

“Meliara, if there is anything you wish to ask me, ask it now. However, keep in mind, everything we say can be overheard.” Like the warm water and the scented air, Merin's voice is calm and soothing.
 
“Meliara, if there is anything you wish to ask me, ask it now. However, keep in mind, everything we say can be overheard.” Miren told Meliara after showing her the bath.

The little elf though for a few moments of what to ask Miren. She knew that questions wouldn't really help her escape what was to come that evening, so she decided to satiate her curiosity.

She looked up to Miren and inquired, "Why are you here? Are you a slave?"

Meliara was confused by Miren's seemingly special treatment from Jason. She wondered how the other elf had won his favor.
 
Merin

Merin answers the question while she finishes drawing the bath, “I am here because, like you, I was captured and brought here. He brought me from the men that killed my traveling companions. I remain here because like you, I am not allowed to leave. The second part of your question is a little more difficult.” She directs Meliara to get into the tub. ”Am I a slave? I do not believe people can own people, so by that definition, I am not a slave. However, others would say that since I wear his collar and he controls my fate and my actions, I must be Jason’s slave.” She shrugs a slender shoulder, “He can beat me, he can have me raped by his men, or he could simply kill if he wished to.”

Miren moves away from the tub as Meliara steps in, “Your master will have the same power over you. A wise woman would find ways of pleasing her master beyond sex and make him not want to see her hurt.”

“I don’t fully understand your state of mind at this, but if you don’t fight him he will not hurt you.” Miren heads for the door but pauses to turn around and add one final bit of advice, “If you relax, he will give you pleasure. Take it, enjoy what you can, and please him if you can.” With that, Miren turns and leaves the room.
 
The slaves were brought aroundto this part from all over the known world and there was one such raid on coastal city of Arab, where i was captured and brought here.
Name-Fatima
Age-19
Religion-Muslim
Description-A young girl who knew nothing about men, she was too well protected by her parents.
But last week dring the raid her family was slaughtered and she was captured and taken to some slave market.
A lot of men werefrequenting there she dint knew why but she was really afraid and sat in a small corner of her cage.
A lot of men seemed interested in her and were talking to the trader who captured her but she was too scared and wanted to become invisible, she was crying now and then remebering as these people who had captured her had just killed his father, mother and two brothers.
She was really beautiful with fair skin and long flowing hair reaching her waist. She had red lips and a nice figure any woman would die to have.
 
Sam & Rose

As his cock shrank and slipped out of her Sam got off the bed and moved so that he was near her head with her eyes watching him he lowered his body so that his cock was close to her mouth.

“Take it into your mouth and suck it clean,” he ordered seeing the surprise in her eyes but expecting complete obeidience.
 
Slaver & Fatima

A minor slaver from the city that Jason was the head slaver in was at this market and saw the young girl in her cage as he looked her over he was sure that he could get a good price off Jason for her he knew Jason was always on the look out for Exotic or special slaves.

He questioned the auctioneer and was quoted a fair price for her so he returned to the cage and spoke to the girl who was cowering away from him.

“Are you untouched?” he asked her and waited for her reply if she was he’d buy her for Jason.
 
i was too afraid and scared and when this stranger asked if i was untouched i was all confusedbut it must be something to do with virginity and i nodded my head
 
Slaver & Fatima

He could tell that the slave was nervous from the way she backed as far away from him as she could before nodding her head to confirm that she was untouched.

"What's your name little one," he asked before returning to the seller to buy her.
 
Trianna

Trianna saw a strange emotion flit across Marcus' face amidst the passion and pleasure that had covered it from the moment he had entered her. Something like doubt or concern...
She tensed a little, her sex grabbing tighter around his as she watched him. Unsure what she might have done wrong...how she might have displeased him...

But his loud moan and change of rhythm that signalled his climax was iminent forced her to forget such things and concentrate on his motions and on allowing her body to respond as much as it could in the position he had it in.
His hips jerked and thrust into her, hard then softer, several quick strokes and then slower, deeper ones. Trianna purred and whimpered beneath him as each jerking movement of his hips drew him closer and closer to climaxing.
 
Meliara

As Miren answered her question, Meliara stepped into the warm bath. Its flowery scent was welcoming. She kept silent as Miren explained her situation.

She looked up to the tall elf as she was offered a piece of advice, “Your master will have the same power over you. A wise woman would find ways of pleasing her master beyond sex and make him not want to see her hurt.”

"I suppose your advice is wise, and I will keep it in mind. The thought of pleasing a man that is using me as an object of his lust does not seem to be a life I would want to continue living. I am used to being free. I don't want to be a slave.
" Meliara reasoned.

Before Miren left she said, “I don’t fully understand your state of mind at this, but if you don’t fight him he will not hurt you.” “If you relax, he will give you pleasure. Take it, enjoy what you can, and please him if you can.”

Meliara bit her lower lip and looked down at the warm water of the bath. "I'm scared... I don't want to be a slave... I want to go back to my home in the forest. If I were only stronger, I would try to escape."

A tear trickled down her soft cheek and into the bath water. The little elf had been trying to contain any show of fear or dismay since she had been captured. She did not want to appear to be as weak as she really was.
 
Castor heard a clattering sound out in the garden and looked to see Aaja sitting on the ground while Eloriel hastily gathered fallen plants from the ground and put them back into a basket.

'For that petty act, Democritus, I will see you impaled,' Castor swore quietly.

Aaja seemed to recover and the two women began to sing as they searched through the garden. Castor, a product of his upbringin, noted the careful manner in which they worked, never damaging the plants by taking to much, before he noted the way their bodies looked in the sunshine. He smiled appreciatively and watched them at their work. The jewelry sat nicely upon them without overwhelming their natural beauty. He was perfectly prepared to admit that slavery had become an anachronism in his society, a once useful institution that now held them back, but he could imagine very few things that would please him more than to see these two beautiful women bound to his will.

The sight and sound of them lifted his spirits and he stood, walking out into the garden. Aaja noticed him first and knelt, Eloriel followed suit.

"Lord Castor," began Aaja, "I came out to gather some herbs I can make into a good healing salve for Eloriel's hip. Is there something, anything I can make for you? I have a gift with plants, my Lord."

"If you can ease Eloriel's pain and speed her recovery then that would be an excellent gift to me, Aaja," he said. "Democritus will be traveling to the west on business for me. He leaves today. I will have to engage another tutor for you. In addition to teaching you more about my society, he will learn about yours. You will show him the plants you know and tell him what you know of them. And when you have learned to read our tongue, you will learn about the other plants and what we know of them."

He reached down and stroked Aaja's hair. At a pouting look from Eloriel he chuckled and gave her a moment of attention too.

"Continue with your work and I will look forward to seeing the results this evening. I have to go speak with Valentus."

He placed the tip of his finger against her nose and then turned, walking into the atrium where his men were gathered.

"Timasius," he called.

The young man came trotting over. "My lord?"

"Democritus is preparing to travel west on business for me. Find him and remain with him. Assist him in his preparations," Castor said.

"At once, lord," the man replied and trotted off.

"Valentus, I must speak with you."
 
Aaja shared a happy and excited look with Eloriel. They would be given a new tutor and would be free of the rule of Democritus for a spell. Aaja hugged Eloriel in her relief and they spent the rest of the morning singing and playing games in the garden until it was time for them to meet their new teacher.
 
Jason & Miren

As the two slaves get up and go to Miren’s room so that Meliara could bathe Jason rises from the table and moves over to the two seater settee sitting so that his arm is across the back where Miren will sit his thoughts on both slaves.

He was sure that Miren would give sound advice to Meliara she knew from personal knowledge what could happen to a slave that didn’t have his protection around the compound the pregnant slave was a good example of how his men would try to cause a miscarriage in a pregnant woman. He was going to have to be stricter with his men to stop this sort of thing happening he couldn’t stop the use of the slaves but he could restrict their use to once or twice a night.

His mind wandered to the coming night in bed, how would Meliara react he knew that her body would answer to him that had been proved by his handling of her while she was strung up for her inspection but he wanted her mind to enjoy their coupling as well as her body. He wondered about Miren’s feelings how would she react in the morning after the deed was done would she cast sense away so that he would be forced to either rape her or give her to his men to rape.

All this was going through his mind and he didn’t have an answer to any of it or at least not one that he was happy with. Had Miren cast a spell on him to make him think like this normally he wouldn’t care about the feelings of a slave and here he was worrying about Miren’s and Miliara’s feelings.

Fortunately at that point Miren returned to the room having left Meliara to her bath.
 
Merin

Faced with the little elf’s tears, Miren remains as serene as was when faced with Meliara's anger. “You vented your anger now you must shed your tears.”

“All captured slaves were used to something else. Most were accustomed to being free and only a few would choose to remain slaves. This is your life now. Accept it. If you cannot accept it, find a way to kill yourself that is quick and painless. Do not try to escape; the punishment is worse then death.”

“If you are smart, Meliara, you will release your anger, your will release your fear, and you will take the time to think.”

Merin leaves Meliara to choose her own path and returns to the other room, silently rejoining Jason.
 
Jason & Merin

As Miren sat down next to him he turned to look at her knowing her silence meant something unfortunately he wasn’t a mind reader.

“Is she going to be alright?” he asked then silently cursed himself as once again he was thinking about a slaves feeling.

He let his arm behind Miren drop onto her bare shoulder and gently pulled her towards him so that she was leaning against him it was the closest contact they’d ever had and Jason realised that he liked to have her close to him. He would have liked to know how much the Elves were willing to pay for her freedom so that he could double the price and keep her but that seemed unlikely as when the ransom was paid she’d flee from the city and never return.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked sensing her sombre mood it was unusual for Miren to keep quiet she always had something to find fault with.

“Would you like to tell me about it?” he asked when she didn’t reply immediately.

He waited for her to reply hoping that it was something he could put right without changing his plans.
 
Sam And Rose

She watched what he was doing, she got a very cold shiver up her spine, seeing what he wanted, she opened her mouth wide, she didn't know exactly what to do but figured she would know once he rammed it in his mouth.
 
"Lord Aravian, are you injured? What should we do?" the anxious captain of the household guard called up to the nobleman Mairr held hostage.

The nobleman, however, ignored him. Instead he addressed Mairr in a sophisticated, nonchalant tone. "A dragon who speaks common? How unusual. So, you want the little green dragon set free, when I have only just bought him. But say I command my men to free him, what then? If you kill me, they will shoot you. If you free me, you will still be in crossbow range. So I suggest you abandon this attempt to steal from me the slave I purchased fairly."

"Fairly?!" Mairr all but screamed, causing the men down in the courtyard to wince, although the nobleman remanined steady. "Maybe humans think fair to kidnap child, hurt, not feed, and I not even know what you want half-grown dragon for... if humans think fair, I don't give fuck because humans is wrong! You order them free child, or I IS kill you, crossbows or not crossbows!" And of course Mairr would fly out of range of the crossbows before releasing his hostage, he wasn't stupid - on the contrary, he was smart enough to know not to explain is plans to his enemy.

Lord Aravian stiffened in Mairr's grasp. "Child? What do you mean, child?"

Mairr snorted - how stupid could two-leggers be? Slowly and with great sarcasm, he spelled out, "Child, you know, little green dragon, in cage there?"

"The slaver described his ware as an adult male dragon." growled the nobleman.

Mairr snorted again. "Slaver stupid. Green is child, and not any such thing as male dragon."

The nobleman paused, the second clause having thrown him for a loop. But he decided to ignore the strange statement that there were no male dragons - how else would the race reproduce? - and instead pursue the original argument. "And do you have any proof that the green dragon is a child? I have no interest in a child, that would not suit my purposes at all, but how do I know you're not lying?"

"I is adult dragon - green is only half as big me. What more proof need? Never see one adult deer twice big another adult deer, or one adult cattle twice big another."

"Hmm." the nobleman stalled, seeing the reason in that argument. "And what o you mean there's no such thing as a male dragon?"
 
Meliara

After Miren left, Meliara bathed in silence, contemplating the wise elf's words.

She had stopped crying now and concentrated on washing herself. She felt dirty from her inspection with Jason. She looked down between her legs and wondered how he had inflicted that strange feeling on her. She wondered why her body had betrayed her and become so wet when he had violated her and teased her sex.

She spread her legs apart and experimentally used her hand to stroke her clit gently. She gasped and pulled her hand away -- it did feel good. Her cheeks reddened and she avoided touching the area again, but continued to wash herself. She wanted to be free of the smell of her earlier arrousal.

When Meliara was done bathing she lifted herself out of the bath tub and slowly found her way back to Jason's quarters. She paused before entering and hoped to listen in on what Miren and Jason were talking about.
 
Sam & Rose

When Rose opened her mouth he slipped his limp cock into it and smiled as she closed her mouth and started to lick and suck at it he knew she would be tasting their mixed cum and juices from it and he hoped she’d lick and suck hard enough to bring his cock back to another erection.

"Suck Hard," he ordered.
 
She did as she was told too, pressing her tongue on him as hard as she could as she sucked on him a lot harder then she was, being rough since he seemed to want to be rough.
 
Marcus's eyes slid shut as he felt that final spasm shot up his spine and thrust himself as completely into her body as he could accomplish burying his seed in her. He remained like that for a long stroke before releasing her thighs and letting her gently down onto her back kissing her on the lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

He didn't bother to move, there was no need at the moment he was enjoying the feeling of her warm pussy gently kissing her face and stroking her braided hair.
 
Sam & Rose

Rose was doing a great job as he felt his cock start to harden again he let her continue pushing forward so that the whole of his partially erect cock was in her mouth knowing as it grew to its full size it would be pressing its way into her throat if he prevented her from moving away so he put his hands on the back of her head to hold her in position.
 
Sam And Rose

She closed her eyes clenching her fingers around the sheets as she was forced to continue. She couldn't believe this, she wanted to be free to breath she could hardly breath but was managing as she continued to be rough as he wanted.
 
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