To buy a slave

Castor groaned appreciatively as Eloriel took him in her mouth. He reached down to stroke her cheek and smiled encouragingly at her.

"Good girl, Eloriel. I like that very much. Continue," he ordered.

He turned his head to Aaja, still touching herself, and smiled at her.

"And you too, Aaja. You're being a very good and a very patient girl."

He reached his hand out to stroke her cheek and then pulled her closer so that he could kiss her. He sucked one of her lips into his mouth, tasting Eloriel at second hand, and his hand softly fondled Aaja's breasts, teasing the hardening nipples.
 
Aaja responded to his kisses and fondling with great pleasure, as she had been feeling a little left out and was glad he had noticed and decided to include her. "My Lord." she breathed, as her eyes closed and she let herself be awash in the sensations of her nipples being pinched and kneaded by his large, warm hand.
 
Tom, Sam & Taya

It wasn’t long before Sam joined Tom each of them suckling on a nipple hearing the moans of pleasure coming from Taya, Tom was still teasing her bud and slipping his fingers into her sex, not to be outdone Sam moved a hand round behind her and started to put pressure on her back passage with his finger pushing then easing as if his finger was a cock trying to gain entry.

Both could feel the heat from her arousal and Tom’s hand was soaking wet from the flow of her juices moving his hand from her sex he smeared her juices all over the entrance to her ass to help Sam before returning to what he’d been doing.

Sam had moved his finger when Tom’s wet hand had smeared her entrance for him the lubrication did the trick and soon Taya had a mouth on each nipple with fingers in her pussy and ass as they drive her closer and closer to her climax. Her moans were getting louder and she was moving her body to help them or as much as she could in the restraints holding her, knowing that she was so close both guys suddenly removed themselves from her leaving her they hoped really frustrated and ready to be fucked.
 
Joe & Tess

Once they started moving again that day Joe allowed the other two guys to mount her but he didn’t want to arrive at the compound too early it would be better if they arrived late as he knew Jason would probably be busy by then leaving Tess in his gentle care.

Just before the last rise before coming into sight of the city he stopped the cart and had Tess clean herself up in a small stream before tying a loop around her neck and her wrists together behind her back then he fastened the loose end of the noose rope to the back of the cart. If she didn’t keep up she’d be dragged into the city behind the cart.

It was a quiet time of the evening as then entered the city and made their way slowly towards Jason’s compound.
 
Castor felt Aaja's relief and eagerness at being included and it warmed him more than his considerable lust for her did. That, combined with the enthusiastic efforts of Eloriel, restored his vigor. He took Eloriel by the hair, pulling her off of him to afford Aaja room to lie on top of him. His hands moved to position her hips, but she was already doing it herself, spreading her legs and slowly backing herself onto him.

He groaned in appreciation, a sound that mingled in their mouths with her moan. He pushed her slowly upright, hands pressing at her belly, then her breasts and shoulders.

"Show me your lust, pretty Aaja," he told her.
 
"Show me your lust, pretty Aaja," he told her.

Aaja smiled down at him,taking this as permission to mount his manhood and ride him as she had been hoping to since their last encounter early the same morning, which seemed like ages ago to her now. She spread her netherlips and rose her hips to allow her a better view of his manhood spearing her, feeling his warmth spreading her open as she slowly pushed down onto him, sheathing him with her love hole. She sighed when he filled her up to the hilt and then she moved to rise and fall on his cock, building up a steady rhythm. Eloriel crawled up to lie beside them and watch, looking sleepy and deamy and gorgeous to Aaja as Aaja kissed her companion's exploring hand and then set her attention to Castor once more, seeking his eyes with her own as her passion for him built with every bounce on his rod.
 
He took a deep breath struggling to let himself sound frightened and to still his heart."Is everything alright...?"[/QUOTE]

Finally trusting his voice he spoke. "I'm going to bell you." That was matter of fact neither a suggestion nor a random thought, having to deal with her constantly accidently sneaking up on him was not part of his future plans. It breifly passed through his mind that he should be happy that she was a good slave, if she'd wanted him dead it would have been easy for her to slash his throat or break his neck right then. It made it easier to pleased with the decision he'd made to keep her in tact.

"I'm just thinking pet." He leaned over in imitation of her and nuzzled his face against hers, then over her shoulders grazing the tops of her breasts before kissing her forehead. "It probably won't be long before I own the entire farm, my father is elderly and a little sick. I'm not really sad though, he lived a full and good life. Then there is you, the most amazing thing in the world. I'm excited about training you, and getting to know you." He leaned against her. "You want to know something special about a slave? She is property, like a chair or a table."
 
Aaja stared into Castor's eyes and he fancied he saw an eager lust in them. The thought made him laugh in delight, drawing a puzzled look from Eloriel and a grin from Aaja. Castor reached over and guided Eloriel's hand to the juncture of Aaja's thighs and encouraged her to tease Aaja's clitoris. His own hands caressed up Aaja's smooth flanks, over her breasts and up to her face. She felt utterly incredible sliding up and down on him and he found the sight of her exiting beyond belief.

"Ssssss..... Very good girl, Aaja. Aah. Yes, very good," he praised her.

His hands traced the line of her jaw, his thumb teasing across her lips, as he began to thrust up into her, matching her rythym, becoming a part of it.
 
Aaja maoned, bucking against him and Eloriel's hand working indescribable magic upon her pleasure pearl as she rode her master like a true lover and not just his eager to please slave girl. She remembered her lessons today in personal pronouns (instead of always using her name) and she practiced, grunting, "I...am...so...happy...you...are my...Master." her breaths coming in ragged gasps in-between her words as she moved more rapidly, feeling his cock even deeper within her, stroking her fires. She was even happier it was Castor who ultimately commanded her and not Democritus who she was growing to despise.
 
tess was used by both men during the trip once more before being untied. she was told to clean herself in a small stream. while it wasn't the river she'd been allowed to bathe in before, the cool water still felt refreshing. as she returned to the wagon, she had a robe put around her neck, and her arms secured behind her back. the men's pace was quick, forcing her to walk quickly, almost a run the rest of their journey as to not be dragged by the wagon.

She was unsure what was going to happen next in her life, but she knew she was likely never to see freedom again.
 
Eloriel leaned in to kiss Castor and he remembered the taste and smell of her upon Aaja's lips. Aaja chose that moment to slam down on him and, with a truly wicked grin on her flushed face, to squeeze. He bucked up, his entire body pushing his cum up into her. Eloriel broke off her kiss and turned her attention to Aaja, stroking her furiously and attempting to bring her to orgasm. Castor's hands were on Aaja's hips, holding her firmly against him as his body shook again, and again.
 
Aaja too came with a scream of release. Her breathing ragged afterward, as she pumped as much of his seed as possible into her body before his manhood went limp within her. She then crawled off of him, and lie between both of her lovers, sharing a kiss with both of them in tandem.
 
Meliara

Meliara looked up at the approaching slaver. It was the man from before that had been giving orders to the people that bathed her. He walked around her and felt unease as he looked at her body so carefully. Meliara shivered as he ran his hands down her back. Then the man moved to the front of her body. Meliara looked down away and realized that the elf from before had been watching them.

As he massaged her breasts and stroked her erect nipples, she tried to move back, but found no help from the bonds that kept her in position. She bit bottom her lip, holding her tongue so that she at least wouldn't end up saying anything to get the man angry. She wanted to plead for her freedom, but she knew he would only laugh at her, and Meliara would end up feeling worse.
 
Jason & Meliara

Jason smiled when Meliara tried to move back away from his hands as they stroked her breasts and teased her erect nipples he could see that she was biting her lip trying not to say anything as he made her nipples harder.

“Relax and enjoy your slavery because that’s going to be your life from now on,” he whispered in her ear so nobody else could hear. “Once you’re sold if you fight your master you’ll end up wishing that you were dead, but if you co-operate you’ll have a fine life,” he added before moving his mouth down to suckle on one of her hard nipples. The other nipple was still being teased by his hand as he gently pinched, pulled and twisted it making it still harder.

His free hand was slowly drifting down her body moving from side to side as if he was exploring every inch of her until he reached her mound carefully he slipped his hand between her open legs letting one finger brush along her pussy lips. He stroked the lips of her sex without pushing between them teasing her again as he continued on her breasts.
 
Trianna

"I'm going to bell you."
Trianna's face became confused. 'Bell' her...was that some Human slang for hitting her...? Then she realised. She had seen animals wearing bells to help their owners locate them in crowds or out on the plains. Wearing a bell would not be so bad, she reasoned. It did make sense as she'd clearly terrified him with her stealthy, silent approach.
"As you wish, Master..." She replied softly.
"I'm just thinking pet...It probably won't be long before I own the entire farm, my father is elderly and a little sick. I'm not really sad though, he lived a full and good life. Then there is you, the most amazing thing in the world. I'm excited about training you, and getting to know you."
Trianna purred as he rubbed his face against her fur. She knew part of it was almost in jest at her feline habit of doing so to him, but she didn't mind. It was...nice. Comforting almost to have someone acting like that around her.
"You want to know something special about a slave? She is property, like a chair or a table."
The confused look returned to Trianna's face as she looked up into his eyes, the moonlight making her golden irises glow in the darkness slightly.
"I...I do not think I understand you, Master...how is a chair or a table special...?" She paused before adding bemusedly. "Am I to think of myself as a chair...?"
 
"Am I to think of myself as a chair...?"

Marcus smiled warmly. "If you like. You know what is special about a chair Trianna? You don't lie to it, you don't hide from it, when you need to just let go your chair won't, it can't judge you. I can just say what I want and be what I want. Do you have any idea what my life would be like if the slaver knew that I could braid hair?"
 
Trianna

"If you like. You know what is special about a chair Trianna? You don't lie to it, you don't hide from it, when you need to just let go your chair won't, it can't judge you. I can just say what I want and be what I want. Do you have any idea what my life would be like if the slaver knew that I could braid hair?"
Trianna listened, intrigued by his unusual analogy.
"Honestly, no, Master...but I think I understand you better now...I am to think of myself as someone that you..." She paused, trying to find the right word. "...someone that you trust? As I trust you...is that what you mean, Master....?" She snuggled a little closer to him as a cool night wind whipped around them. Rubbing her warm fur against his skin as she moved to rest her head in his lap, sensing it was something he might approve of.
 
Mairr was in a very bad mood. He had endured the hot, dusty, spider-infested attic of the barn for hours because when night came he planned to quietly slide open the attic's door (usually used for hauling haybales up) and hop out to untie the young green dragon and get the two of them the hell OUT of the dirty dangerous human city. Why he had ever thought it was amusing to watch the two-leggers Mairr didn't know, but this little adventure was convincing him more and more fervently that he never wanted to go anywhere near a city EVER again. Unfortunately Mairr's plan had been totally blocked - the damned paranoid slavers had posted a guard right in the middle of the wagonyard where he had stood all night, ready to shout an alarm if he saw anything amiss.

The next day Mairr had crouched as still as possible, heart hammering in his chest, trying not to even breathe, while a slave climbed up the ladder and tossed down several bales of fresh hay. The fact that it was barely dawn made it slightly easier for Mairr to hide in the shadows, but still it was sheer luck that the stable slave didn't look up. Then the young dragon, still in that awful cage-cart, was taken to an auction block. He could tell it was an auction from the souts of the auctioneer and roar of the crowd which drifted in through the attic window - Mairr couldn't quite understand the auctioneer's rapid-fire patter but he did catch the word 'dragon' once or twice.

But Mairr was unable to follow, because there were two-leggers bustling about both in the stableyard and in the lower level of the barn. He was getting desperate that he would lose track of the young dragon in the labyrinth of the city. Finally he decided to take a risk - there was only one young slave in the barn grooming the horses, and even if the slave shouted Mairr would be out of the barn and into the pasture before any armed guards could appear. So Mairr waited until the groom was on the far side of a horse, then vaulted down from the attic and scrambled out the door. The boy did shout, and the startled horse reared and whinnied, but Mairr was over the gate and into the pasture, running toward the noise of the auction, before he saw whether anyone came to investigate the noise.

He was almost too late - he finally spotted the cage cart just as the two-leggers were once more climbing up on it and lashing the oxen to start them into motion. And that's why Mairr was now in a very bad mood - because he had not made any progress at all toward freeing the young dragon, hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, had been seen by at least two humans so far, and didn't even have time to roll in some grass to clean the dust and cobwebs off his back before he had to once more act like a rat and slink down an alley following the cart.
 
"...someone that you trust? As I trust you...is that what you mean, Master....?"

"With my life, as I already have several times." He smiled wrapping his arms around her and holding her against himself enjoying her warmth. "There will be more slaves eventually, but you will always be the first."
 
"With my life, as I already have several times...There will be more slaves eventually, but you will always be the first."

"Thank you for saying so, Master..." Trianna nuzzled against his stomach, feeling an unaccustomed feeling at the mention of there being others besides herself to serve him...something like jealousy, or disappointment that perhaps he didn't feel she would be able to serve him well enough...but his words were kindly spoken and she was sure he would take care of her, as she would try to take care of him as he required. She rubbed her nose against his thigh, and then a little lower, nudging between his legs and purring as she caught the scent of his manhood. Her body recalling the pleasures of their earlier couplings, and remembering his words about wanted her to want to pleasure him. Moving her hand she began to stroke his shaft lying next to her face. "Would...would you like me to continue, Master...?" She asked softly, rolling onto her back and looking up into his eyes.
 
Meliara & Jason

Meliara felt her cheeks become red as the man smiled cruelly at her and continued to use her body like a toy. The new sensations he was introducing to her were unlike any other she'd felt before.

He moved his mouth close to her pointy elven ear and whispered, "“Relax and enjoy your slavery because that’s going to be your life from now on,” “Once you’re sold if you fight your master you’ll end up wishing that you were dead, but if you co-operate you’ll have a fine life,”

The girl wondered to herself how any slave could learn to enjoy being enslaved? She decided that she would never become accustomed to being away from her home in the forest. Her mind stopped wandering off as he lowered his mouth to her breasts and began to suckle on her pink nipple. Her emotions were mixed up as she noted to herself that he hadn't hurt her, at least not yet. Infact, she felt that his teasing her breasts actually felt kind of good. The feeling of his warm mouth on her sensitive skin was almost overwhelming.

Meliara shook her head. She did not like this. It was her body, and this man was using it, and that made it wrong. She could never enjoy being a slave. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. The elf did not want to show any weakness in front of this man. She had to control herself.

She finally moved her gaze to the man that was using her. The elf watched as he sucked on her nipple and teased the other one with his hand.

As his hands moved down her delicate flesh, seeming not to miss a section of skin they neared her nether region. He slowly slid a hand between her legs and brushed his finger along her sex. Meliara instinctively struggled against her tight bonds as he did this. She had never been touched there before by a man. It was a strange feeling, and Meliara was not sure what to make of it. She managed to keep quiet.
 
Jason & Meliara

Jason could feel Meliara fighting what he was doing to her body and the struggle became more intense as he reached her pussy lips she struggled in her bonds again and he hadn’t even pushed his finger into her.

“Don’t fight me,” he hissed the ordered as he released her nipple from his mouth. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen to you,” he said as his finger suddenly slipped into her sex quickly followed by another.

“By morning you won’t be a virgin any longer now that can happen in one of two ways,” he explained as his fingers started to work in and out of her body. “You can spend a pleasant evening with Miren and I then join me in my bed and lose it that way or I can have you chained to a bed in a cell and rape you there either way the result will be the same,”[/i] he told her knowing that it didn’t matter to him which way it happened but it might matter to her.

His fingers were moving in and out of her quite fast now and his thumb was teasing her clit as he worked on her it was now up to her although Miren would be annoyed with him if he raped the little Elf as she called her.
 
"Very much so." Marcus scooted himself up and away from the water more for her comfort than his own as his manhood started to swell in her grasp. His hands started to make their way down to his sides but instead moved behind his head letting his slave start herself off tonight.
 
Meliara & Jason

“Don’t fight me,” The man told Meliara harshly. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen to you,”

Meliara gasped as he slid his finger into her unwillingly wet sex, and then quickly added another one into the untouched slit.

“By morning you won’t be a virgin any longer now that can happen in one of two ways,” He continued to push his fingers in and out of her sex. Meliara tried to stop herself from squirming under his touch. She had never experienced anything like this. She did not want to have her virginity stolen by this man.

“You can spend a pleasant evening with Miren and I then join me in my bed and lose it that way or I can have you chained to a bed in a cell and rape you there either way the result will be the same,” She considered this and winced at the thought of having her maidenhood stolen from her so soon, much less in such a cruel manner. She thought of Miren's words to her, and realized that she did not really have a choice. Meliara had to go with the first choice that was laid out for her.

She had to submit to his will in order to prevent at least some of the pain she fathomed that she would have to learn to endure. She spoke softly, I understand... She paused briefly, as she gulped at the words about to stumble off of her tongue, "I won't fight you... just please don't hurt me."

As she spoke his fingers moved faster. Meliara was disgusted with the way her bod reacted so willingly. Her wet sex betrayed her true emotions of fear and reluctance of what was happening to her. The elf's breathing became heavier and when the man touched her sensitive clit, a moan escaped her lips. After becoming acquainted to the teasing of his thumb on her soft clit, she found herself almost enjoying the feeling of the sensitive bud being stimulated. In her mind she tried to reassure herself that she did not find her situation enjoyable in the least. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what had become of herself... and in front of so many people it seemed.
 
Eloriel glowed and groaned softly into the first kiss she'd ever really shared with Aaja, whom she already loved... and there was something bewitching and and intoxicating about the taste of her lord intertwined in the exchange as well. Eloriel shivered, tiny and pale and bare, curling her arms aound Aaja's middle, her eyes shining and dark as they looked up at their lord. "Castor, Aaja and Eloriel please you?" she said in between adoringly nuzzling Aaja's arm.
 
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