To buy a slave

Otto26 said:
"You've felt the switch today," he said lightly. "Let's see how bad it is. Stand up and bend over so that I may see."

Aaja stood and bent, carful to keep her cheeks as close together as possible in case there was even more new bruising to her anus from her treatment by Democritus. She looked over to her 'companion' to make sure she was also obediently bent over for inspection.
 
Jason & Miren

Jason smiled as Miren moved towards her room stopping at the doorway she lets her robe fall to the ground her hair at first obscuring her back until she bends and picks up the robe and hangs it on a clothes peg exposing the perfect lines of her back to him. As she turned because her hair had moved parts of the front of her were covered giving just slight glimpses of her breasts and sex as she moved back to the table and sat down.

Jason got up and walked around the table standing behind her before gathering her hair so that it fell down the back of the chair uncovering the front of her body although all he could see from his vantage point was the shape of her breasts with her partially raised nipples. He put his hands on her shoulders and started to massage them gently feeling her start to relax he continued until.

“Don’t move,” he whispered to her as he slipped his hands down the front of her body until he could cup her breasts one in each hand he let the palms of his hands rub against her nipples as he gently massaged her breasts. Once he was sure that her nipples were hardening he let one hand slide down her body to ease her legs slightly apart so that he could run a finger along her pussy lips before gently slipping it between them and taking her clit between his thumb and finger start to tease it into life.

He’d just started this when there was a knock on the door, “Keep still,” he ordered Miren as he continued then called “Come in.”[/]

The door opened and a slave walked in seeing what she thought was happening she said. ”I’m sorry Master but I was told to tell you that the Elf is ready for your inspection.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there in a moment,” he replied as he continued to tease Miren until the door was shut again.

“We’d better the inspection over with,” he said as he removed his hands from her body. “Come on if you want to be present,” he added smiling as he turned to the door.
 
Castor's eyes were drawn to Aaja's bright red bottom. He ran his hand over the striped globes and saw her flesh twitch in response, though she made no comments or sounds. He ran his hand gently down her thigh.

"You'll learn, Aaja, and then there will be no need for the switch."

He was going to instruct her to tell him what she had done to occasion the punishment, but his eyes were drawn to Eloriel's ass and to the puffy vagina that peeked out from between her legs. He smiled and stroked the bare flesh, noting that Eloriel twitched much the same way Aaja had just done. He traced a finger between the lips, sampling her.

"Go lie upon my bed, Eloriel. On your back, with your legs open. Aaja, apply your tongue to her. I want her wet and well prepared for me."
 
Eloriel

Eloriel shivered softly. His touch wasn't unexpected, or unpleasant. Since she had been cleaned and tended, she wasn't as sore as she had been, but her lips were still puffy and red from the rough handling she'd been dealt in the marketplace. She was quick to respond. Though she wasn't used to taking orders, her body had attuned itself to the idea that the more haste and attention she gave her Lord's orders, the more time and freedom she would be given with Aaja. She hurried to the bed and laid herself flat on her thin pale tummy, tense, her eyes shut tightly. She found herself unable to relax, but remembered what Aaja had told her. He takes his pleasure from us... "And," she reminded herself, "Aaja told me that it was not all bad... that she had liked it." She opened her dark orb-like eyes and looked first at Aaja, who smiled at her to ease her trepidation, and then over her shoulder at Castor, who seemed to be waiting for something. Slowly, Aaja stepped closer to her. She knelt at the foot of the bed, between Eloriel's spread ankles. Aaja gently parted her legs and soothingly placed her palms on Eloriel's lower back. Eloriel shivered all over as though electricity had passed through her, and she tossed her gaze again to Aaja's bright, starry eyes. The utter rightness of the two girls together was palpable. A sense of fate and belonging granced every contact of the girls' skin. With grace and beauty, Aaja's face dipped lower to take in the fragrance of Eloriel's tender sex. And with that first soft kiss, Aaja's lips to Eloriel's eager sex, their love was, for the first time, physically sealed.
 
Joe & Tess

The following morning Tess was again allowed to bathe before receiving breakfast Joe could see the apprehension in her eyes as she looked towards the cart he smile knowing that she knew what she was going to have to endure during the day.

“Are you ready for some more Tess?” he asked laughing it didn’t matter whether she was ready or not she was going to be used by them all again that morning and again in the afternoon. Joe had decided to stop early that evening to allow them each a chance to use her again before they came in sight of the city the following day it wasn’t often that three of the men got a slave they could use and give her a little time to recover between each use.

They set off on their journey and Tess received exactly the same treatment during that day but she was surprised when they stopped to make camp early giving her a much needed break from being tied to the bed of the cart.

Joe let Tess bathe before securing her to one of the wagon wheels as they prepared the evening meal and started drinking not too heavily but enough to make them merry before it was time to feed Tess. When feeding time came they didn’t release her but let her struggle with the chains still fastened through the wagon wheel. That night they didn’t release her as they made use of her body one by one so by the time they’d finished she’d been used in every hole once more.

The guys slept late the following morning leaving Tess secured to the wheel until they finally started to rise and make breakfast, Joe decided that he was going to use Tess before they left so the others would have time before they reached the city.

He pulled her away from the wheel so that her arms were stretched out over her head then he slipped between her spread legs and pushed his cock into her unwilling pussy.
 
Aaja smiled at Castor, eager to please him and honored to be able to please him simply by making love to Eloriel as she had been wishing to all day anyway. She lowered her head to take in El's scent, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body lain out for her. She then kissed her, gently, on her nether lips, not wanting to alarm the girl, nor irritate anything that had been harmed at the marketplace. She took in Eloriel's sex withher sight and determined the best way to please her new 'companion' in a millisecond. Soon, she was tenderly stroking her lover with her tongue, careful to avoid her pearl too soon, making circles around it to tease... Eloriel's taste was sweeter than her cousin's and she savored it as she stiffened her tongue to mimic the motions of a phallus on the tender hole, eliciting gasps and moans of pleasure. She continued to tease the clit but amused and turned on by the eager squirms of her mate, Aaja finally gave in tot he craving, gently suckling on the small pearl, feeling it swell and throb from the contact as Eloriel's pleasure noises became squeals of delight and she grew moister and slicker.
 
Before long, Eloriel was bucking and squirming softly against Aaja's attentive tongue. "Aaja, love, you know me better than I know myself." She gasped in their native tongue in between cries of pleasure. Then, as her head tossed in lust, she caught sight of Lord Castor, and in common, for his benefit, but with eyes shining in obvious gratefulness "And Our Lord is most generous." Her usually delicate, bell-like voice was grating with pleasure. Soon she could barely take it. She gripped the sheets and shivered... "A... Aaja..." she gasped, on the cusp of a climax.
 
the men woke tess, allowing her to bathe in the cool river, prepairing herself for the day ahead. She wasn't sure, but she thought they would arrive in the city within the next two days. They fed her, and secured her to the card once again all of the men using her. the men stopped surprisingly early that night, only to use her once again.

they allowed her to bathe, and then chained her arms and legs to the wheel again. not untieing her to allow her to eat. the men used her many many times that night. finally leaving her tied up, letting her sleep.

the men slept late, finally waking and giving her breakfast before one man used her, and then tied her to the cart to continue on their journey
 
PorcelainWaif said:
Before long, Eloriel was bucking and squirming softly against Aaja's attentive tongue. "Aaja, love, you know me better than I know myself." She gasped in their native tongue in between cries of pleasure. Then, as her head tossed in lust, she caught sight of Lord Castor, and in common, for his benefit, but with eyes shining in obvious gratefulness "And Our Lord is most generous." Her usually delicate, bell-like voice was grating with pleasure. Soon she could barely take it. She gripped the sheets and shivered... "A... Aaja..." she gasped, on the cusp of a climax.

Aaja drove Eloriel to her climax, her eyes now raised to meet Castor's fires of lust in hers as she stared up at him, while her mouth was still engaged with lapping at Eloriel's nectar.
 
Castor watched the two women approvingly. Aaja had sprung to the bed as eager as Eloriel had been apprehensive. Over the course of a little time she calmed Eloriel's mind and heated her body. He removed his clothing as he drank in the sight of the two lithe slaves entangled bodies. There was something exceedingly feminine about their interaction that called to his masculine nature. He couldn't give the feeling words, but he felt it pulling powerfully at him.

He stepped right up to the edge of the bed and stroked Aaja's thighs, slipping his hand between them and inserting a finger inside her. As she devoted her mouth to Eloriel's pleasure he enjoyed the feel of her hungry sex grasping at his finger. He frowned as he noted her anus seemed to be more inflamed than it had been the day before. He resolved to determine the cause of this, but later. As his hand explored Aaja she had brought Eloriel to a peak of pleasure and she seemed ready to explode.

"Go ahead, Eloriel," he said encouragingly. "Give Aaja the gift of your pleasure."
 
Aaja moaned her own pleasure at Castor's touch against Elorial's wetness, increased tenfold as her lover climaxed and she hungrily lapped as much of the nectar up as possible, moving her hips with the movements of Castor's hand as she did this. It all felt so good to her, being with both of them, so natural. She could admit she was falling in love with both in different ways and had never felt more alive.
 
Eloriel felt herself floating, panting, and a strange tension in her jaw. As she drifted back into her senses, she released the tension, realizing she was biting one of the bed cushions as she groaned her intense pleasure into it. An intense, but quiet person, she marveled at the ability of her lust to elicit such forwardness. She rolled softly onto her back and tilted her chin up softly to take in the sight of the naked man. Her post-orgasmic face was a thing of beauty... her eyes were slitted and dark with lust, her normally ghost-white cheeks flushed a little with pink, her lips shiny. The sight of Castor, in all of his aroused glory, might normally have been jarring, but she was eased, and indeed, compelled, by Aaja's performance. The evidence of Eloriel's climax was glisteningly apparent on Aaja's face and caused Eloriel to almost sob with adoration. Her chest was still rising and falling with pleasure and some degree of disbelief.
 
As soon as Trianna was asleep Marcus gently pulled himself away from her and wrapped the blanket around Trianna and kissed her forehead gently. "You are such a good girl." He slipped away from her and dove back into the water he needed a good swim for himself enjoying himself happily over the water.

He swam around for a half the night before before sitting on the edge of the river with their feet in the water.
 
Castor's cock was rock hard and he wanted very much to bury himself inside Eloriel. He removed his hand from Aaja and gently pushed her to the side of the bed so that he could kneel between Eloriel's legs. He leaned forward to kiss her, covering her with his body, and slowly parted her lips with his tongue. Lower down her body he parted her nether lips with his cock, slowly stroking just the head back and forth into her. She was exceedingly wet and her hips moved tentatively, exploring him as he was her. He smiled against her lips and thrust firmly in until his belly was pressed against her.
 
Miren and Jason

To her surprise, Miren actually found the kneading pressure of his fingers on her shoulders quite pleasant, relaxing even. She started to smile as she realized someone must have instructed him but as she opened her mouth to comment…

“Don’t move.” He commanded as his hands moved to her breasts. Her words died on her lips, as did her nascent smile. Her beautiful face assumed its usual impassive expression and she nudged her mind into a sense of detachment. The ability to separate mind and body is necessary for a healer, too much empathy can kill a healer, and too much sympathy can lead to bad decisions.

However, her curiosity remained and she used her detachment to satisfy it. With clinical indifference, she made note of her body’s reaction to his touch. She did not fight against him or her responses, nor did she participate, as she had initially been ready to do. She watched and made a mental note of his every action and her body’s reaction. She watched how he touched her breasts until her pale pink nipples grew hard and full and she observed the color change from blush to rose. He eased her legs apart exposing her secret places, while she watched objectively.

A knock at the door halted his touch as he teased her clit, and he ordered her to remain and called out “Come in.”

He left his hand between her legs, his fingers continuing to manipulate her as he spoke to the servant who entered the room. The servant seemed so nervous that Miren cast her a reassuring smile before resuming her indifferent expression. When the servant left Jason took his hand away from Miren, it was time to inspect the Little One.

“Come on if you want to be present,” he added smiling as he turned to the door.

“Yes, of course, I have not changed my mind.” Her voice was calm and soft, no different from usual. Passing through the door she took her gown from the peg and slid into it.
 
Eloriel, never having been with a man, was shocked and scared, and gasped, eyes frantic as her warm, sexed body, tensed suddenly. She wasn't expecting the pain, sharp and overwhelming, as Castor buried himself in her. Aaja grasped at her hand, and Eloriel swallowed hard. She held Aaja's hand until her lord pumped again, and pain shot through her. She blushed as she realized she was practically clawing at Castor's chest. She hoped he would understand. As soon as her mind wrapped around the pain, it seemed almost gone. In its place was a warm fullness, a maddening ache for the rhythm of lovemaking she didn't know she had in her. Castor was perceptive, and noted the change in her face.
 
Taya opened her eyes a bit as two of the men approached her. He said something to her and it took her a few minutes to translate it in her head. By the time she had, he and his friend were working on her body. His mouth and tounge felt hot on her bare skin but it also felt a bit delightful and she felt her body shiver with anticipation. It wasn't long until she felt her nipples harden before he slid his fingers in her. Again she could feel the wetness and heat coming from her. She closed her eyes once more feeling the arousal within her and let a small moan escape from her mouth. She was quivering by now and didnt want them to stop. She wanted more...she needed more.
 
Castor saw the fear in Eloriel's eyes, but Aaja was there, holding her hand and whispering encouragement. After a moment he saw the fear fading, replaced with a curiousity. He smiled at her.

"Yes, much nicer when the pain fades," he said. "And you won't feel that pain again, only pleasure."

He pumped slowly, savoring the feel of her and taking time to make sure he was giving her as much pleasure as possible. She began to respond to him, curiousity turning slowly to desire under the stimulation he was giving her and the smiling, loving encouragement of Aaja.

He kissed her again and she tried kissing him back.
 
Eloriel wrapped her legs around him instinctively as he bent to kiss her. Her lips parted and she felt as though she was in a dream. It was so surreal. In her culture, sex with a man was considered a necessity, whereas sex with a woman was seen as a union, a thing of beauty. She had never envisioned herself so enjoying sex with a man, and she was suddenly overwhelmed by the possibility of a more meaningful union with the man. She wasn't sure how serious she was about the idea, but with the physical sensation had also come the psychological tug of emotional connection. He seemed to respond well to her clutching legs. Castor took it as a sign of enthusiasm, and saw that he was on the right path with the timid slave girl. She shared the kiss, warm and explorative. Her whole breathless body was drawn close to his warm, and strangely alluring masculine form.
 
Castor felt Eloriel wrap her legs around him and wondered, what kind of idiot men did their culture produce that women were afraid of sex with them? Perhaps they were cruel or abnormally large. Whatever the reality might be, he was glad that Eloriel seemed to be warming to the experience as Aaja had before her.

He drove firmly into her and remained, rocking his hips to rub his belly against hers, his flesh sliding against her clitoris and his cock twitching in response to the subtle stimulations of her silken sex. He felt his pleasure building in tandem with his desire and lowered his head to her neck, sucking hard upon her glistening flesh as he came, pumping his seed into her body as he groaned in delight.
 
Eloriel was nowhere near another climax when Castor came, as she had so recently exerted herself, but her body was warm, and shivering with arousal anyways, and she moaned softly as he emptied into her. Her psychological sensitivities seemed to give her helpful nudges about what her new lord found pleasurable, and she fully exploited them. At first, she thought that if she was a good girl and pleased him, there would be benefit for herself and Aaja, but there was another layer under that... she truly did want to please him. When he pulled out of her, he rolled onto his back and she slunk down to his hips and lapped sweetly at the spent flesh there. Her own taste was strangely intoxicating on the man's cock. She looked up to gage how her actions were being received.
 
Trianna

Trianna awoke sometime later with a jolt when she discovered she was alone. Instinctively she was up on her feet within seconds, crouching low to the ground, almost on all fours as she looked around for signs of danger...and Marcus...
Then she saw him, sat on the river bank, dangling his feet into the ever moving waters. Bending down and picking up the blanket at her feet she padded silently over. Her kind knew how to move without a sound and she wasn't entirely surprised when Marcus jumped in reaction to her placing the blanket around his bare shoulders.
"Sorry if I scared you, Master..." She said softly, moving to sit beside him, snuggling into his side to share some of her body heat with him as his hair looked wet from swimming. Making sure she stayed well clear of the edge of the river bank, focusing her eyes one his and trying not to let the panic, that was threatening to rise up inside her, take over her completely. "Is everything alright...?"
 
Aaja knealt by the side of the bed, holding Eloriel's hand, caressing her foread at times with her other hand, watching the scene unfold with great interest and a growing love in both involved. She tried to push away the occasional and natural feelings of being on the outside, knowing sh ehad had her time and it would come again. She soon began to touch herself andplay with her own pleasure pearl as she caressed the skin of both lovers, rousing to their climax with her own shuddering sigh as her masterbation had reached it's pinnacle.
 
Jason, Miren & Meliara

Jason felt there was something wrong in Miren’s reaction to his hands on her body he could feel her body responding to him but for some reason he knew that her mind wasn’t responding she hadn’t reacted when he suddenly removed his hands and he knew that most women would at least let out a gasp.

“I don’t know what you did while I played with your body but whatever it was don’t do it again, you won’t learn if you don’t participate completely,” he told her as they headed for the door.

“Leave the robe you don’t need it and we don’t want to give Meliara ideas do we,” he said to her as she picked up her robe and started to put it on.

“I hope you haven’t given Meliara instructions to do what you did if so you’d better change her mind as she’ll suffer later tonight doing what you did when I finally penetrate her she needs her mind in unison with her body to enjoy what she’s going to go through,” he told Miren as they walked over to where Meliara was secured waiting for his inspection.

Jason walked around the secured slave noting that she was almost a complete replica of Miren except for her size, he slowly ran his hands down her back from her shoulders to her feet noting the movement of her body as his hands moved. Coming around to the front of her he gently stroked her nick before moving his hands to her shoulders and then to her breasts giving her breast gentle massage as his palms stroke across her nipples feeling them harden as he listened for any sounds that she might make before proceeding further.
 
Miren

“I don’t know what you did while I played with your body but whatever it was don’t do it again, you won’t learn if you don’t participate completely,” he told her as they headed for the door.

Miren listens but remains silent on this matter. It is not the time for her questions, and she is unwilling to “participate” until they have been answered. Since, in fairness, she must try to ask them once, before committing to a course of action, she neither assents nor declines.

“Leave the robe you don’t need it and we don’t want to give Meliara ideas do we,” he said

“Meliara, has already seen me in the robe outside of your chambers, inside she has not. I will wear it outside but not in here.”

“I hope you haven’t given Meliara instructions to do what you did if so you’d better change her mind as she’ll suffer later tonight doing what you did when I finally penetrate her she needs her mind in unison with her body to enjoy what she’s going to go through,” he told Miren as they approached the little elf.

“I am certain I can make that clear to her over dinner. Although, I would be surprised if she has my ablilities.”

Miren steps back, as Jason inspects Meliara. She sees his touch is gentle on her neck and on her breast, and curiously wonders why he bothers. Is it simply because he refuses to admit to himself he is little better than the others? For all his efforts, he gives nothing he simply generates autonomic responses to external stimuli. Yet, he tries to make it sound as if he is interested in the slave’s pleasure. But he takes from the slave, just as the brutal beasts in the cellars do, he simply uses a different form of control. His justification is a mockery of what a sexual union can be. The way of the Eldar is much better; lovers give themselves to each other, freely and without reluctance. There is a sharing of bodies; nothing is taken because everything is freely given and something cannot be freely given, if it cannot also be freely refused.

Humans are marvel, so simple yet so confusing, she sighs.
 
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