To buy a slave

[Sean Renaud]

"Father." He repeated the word twice more before he acknowledged that his slave had spoken, even then the only thing he did was take her hand and squeeze slightly taking another step into the manor looking around slowly. He took a deep breath and started walking into the house. He knew his way around so he wasn't really walking blind, even if it might seem that way from the hesitant steps he took.

If it weren't for the deafening silence and the smell of stale air it would have been a nice place to be. The walls were decorated with expensive paintings and tapestries and exotic weapons. Marcus walked down the long hall towards a single door that was slightly ajar. He already knew what he was going to find inside those doors but he didn't want to take that last step that would make it a reality. He touched the door knob but stopped shy of opening it.

 

[PandoraSpox]

Meliara

Meliara moaned loudly once again as Jason's cock filled her tight pussy. The little elf wriggled underneath him as he reached his fingers down to tease her clit once again, and began pushing himself slowly in and out of her. She could feel him touch something within her sex that brought a sting of pain upon her, but the amount of pleasure she was receiving from his rubbing her pink clit overruled the pain.

Meliara felt herself losing control. She had never experienced anything like this before. She never thought that her maidenhood would be stolen in such a manner. Her body had never been so sensitive to the touch of any man, and she was disgusted with herself for being so vulnerable to the slaver. The feeling of pleasure washing over her intensified now as Jason penetrated her deeper and rubbed her clit faster between two fingers. Meliara decided to stop thinking and enjoy the new feelings Jason was introducing to her. His mouth on her nipples, his fingers playing with her, and his cock sliding in and out of her were just too much for the elf.

She closed her eyes as she felt herself going over the edge. Meliara let out another long moan before she orgasmed. She arched her back and moaned while her muscles spasmed on Jason's cock and her pussy coated it with her juices. Wave after wave of pleasure overcame the elf as Jason continued to play with her.

 

[bullshot]

Slavers & Fatima

After the men had been abusing Fatima for some time the main slaver called them away knowing that she was well and truly aroused from the juices that were flowing from her sex and the talk of his men.

“Kneel and suck this” he ordered her taking his semi hard cock out of his trousers when she didn’t comply immediately he lashed her again with the whip then grabbed her hair forcing her to her knees.

He pushed his cock to her lips and waited for her to open her mouth of her own accord knowing he could force her to open it if he needed. “Don’t bite just suck,” he told her with a threat in his voice.

 

[bullshot]

Joe & Tess

Joe heard that somehow Tess had once again managed to escape from her master he couldn’t understand how anybody could be so careless with such a lovely slave that could be used anyway that her master chose.

He knew he’d have to talk to Jason but decided that he would take time to see if he could find her knowing that she’d need to find work and there weren’t too many places that would take in a runaway slave even unknowingly. He’d talk to Jason in the morning and set off then it was no use searching at night as she’d either be holed up in a barn somewhere or in bed if she’d found work, during the day she’d either be looking for somewhere or already working at a place making it much easier to find her.

 

[bullshot]

Jason & Meliara

Jason could feel the movement of Meliara’s body as his cock finally slipped through her hymen penetrating her fully as his fingers continued to tease her engorged clit he was now using the full length of his cock in her sex as he proceeded to drive her to a point of no return where her body and mind would be overcome with the pleasure of her first cock induced orgasm.

Her body was now arching to meet his cock each time it drove into her giving him better penetration with each stroke the sounds coming from her must have been loud enough to be heard in the other room and for a fleeting moment he wondered if Miren was still there listening to Meliara’s pleasure.

That thought was quickly gone from his mind as he felt Meliara start to convulse underneath him as her orgasm hit her feeling her cunt muscles gripping his cock then releasing only to repeat this time and time again feeling her juices spraying all over his embedded cock.

He managed a few more strokes before he finally thrust himself deep into her one last time and released his warm cum as deep into her pussy as he possibly could staying buried enjoying the feel of her muscles working to milk his cock dry.

 

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Jason's men & Julie

As the Centaur made a dash for safety the bolas flew rapping themselves around her legs bringing her crashing to the ground with such force they were sure that it had knocked all the air out of her. They moved quickly now and were on top of her before she could recover enough to try to undo the bolas from her legs one guy tied her hands behind her while another fitted a blindfold knowing the in this state even with her legs free she would try to run.

Having secured her they fitted large strong clamps to her nipples which they knew would hurt her even in the rest position but if she pulled against them they were strong enough to rip her nipples from her body attached to the rings on the clamps were two long ropes. Although she was half human she was still a wild animal until she’d been tamed and broken so that she could be used as an intelligent lead for the horses.

They were now ready to release her legs and could tell that she was recovering from her fall as her legs started to try to kick at them as they released them and let her scramble to her feet with two guys stretching the ropes attached to her nipples to keep her in place.

 

[emily123]

Slaver & Fatima

The por girl had barely relaxed when the brute called his man back but was horrified to find the reason.
He had come near her and forced her on her knees and put his smellymanhood near her lips and wantedt suck her his smelly thing.
Fatima did not obey and turned her head away

 

[bullshot]

Slaver & Fatima

When she turned her head away from his cock he stepped back and lashed her again with the whip.

“Do it bitch or you’ll be sorry,” he growled as the whip again cracked against her slim back before he took hold of her hair and held her head still while he pushed his cock hard against her lips. “Lick and then suck,” he commanded holding her still so she couldn’t move her lips from his cock he could feel her teeth through her lips as his cock was pressed hard against her.

He was prepared to use the whip until she submitted and if she took too long she’d have to suck off all the guys maybe he’d do that anyway.

 

[slippedhalo]

It was almost early afternoon. Aaja knew it was much earlier than when she had told Shiro she would be at the gate but she waited in the garden nonetheless. Eloriel was nearby, and they pretended to gather herbs and sing as each of them was waiting, listening, watching. Aaja had hidden scraps of bread and a piece of dried fruit at the bottom of her herb basket, under a cloth. She wanted to feed her skinny, suffering little brother.

A snapping twig in the forest across the road caught Aaja's attention and she whistled...within a minute the same whistle was repeated back and a long, pale face with a halo of platinum curls poked from a tree above. Aaja grinned up at her little brother. She laughed as he climbed down, like a little monkey, but clever, so she thought. "Shiro, I haven't a great deal of time to talk. There is a great party this evening and we must be getting ready for it. But I brought this for you. Eat up." she insisted, passing the bread and fruit through the bars.

Shiro looked pleasantly surprised and took the offerings, eating quickly, definitely hungry. "Thanks." he said with his mouth full. He regarded her while he ate, a puzzled look on his face, "You seem...excited about this party, it's not your party. It's your master's, why should you care?" he asked.

"He is a kind Master, Shiro. I am happy when he is pleased. " answered Aaja to more puzzlement from her brother. "It's hard to explain, you might not understand this but...I would rather be a slave to a kind Master than a wife to a cruel husband." she answered.

Shiro shook his head, "Then, what am I doing here? I came to rescue you."

"I don't need rescuing, just need to get Sir Castor to help us save the others who may not have been as lucky as I have been... and maybe to allow me to see mother."

"Are our men so cruel, Aaja, that you prefer slavery?" asked Shiro.

Eloriel and Aaja both nodded.

Shiro shrugged, "My father wasn't so bad to mother."

"But, my father was, and the man before him used to beat her so badly she lost her first child." answered Aaja. "No one back there would want me now, even my promised one would be better off with another, Shiro I am...unpure now." she said, blushing at the reference to her lost virginity.

Shiro kicked a stone with his boot shyly, thinking of his sisters in any sexual way made him feel self-conscious and dirty. "Well, um, I...I'll be just in the forest there if you need me. I'll be back later."

"Shall I bring more food if I can?" asked Aaja.

Shiro nodded vigorously, "Yes, please." he answered as he crossed the road and returned to his hiding place.

Aaja and Eloriel played in the garden a little longer and then were called into the house to help prepare the meal. But within an hour of working they were told Sir Castor wanted them bathed, perfumed, bejewelled, their hair done, and glittering talc to be sprinkled upon thier faces, shoulders, buttocks and breasts. This preparation would take them hours so they had to begin now. Aaja and Eloriel almost ran up the stairs to Castor's room to primp and prepare.

 

[julie_centaures]

Julie the Centauress

As the centauress makes a dash to escape danger, she suddenly and abruptely feels her body coming off the ground and retuning back with a sudden crash. She feels temporarily dizzy with the bump she took.

She instinctively turns to see what is holding her hind legs but as she does, she sees total darkness and a tighting around her eyes. Her hands are violently taken to her back and bound. She shrieks in distress, barely noticing that something soft yet firm has been clamped to her nipples.

Then she suddendly feels an untighting of her leg bonds and she sees her chance of escape. She starts by throwing a hind kick hitting one of the younger inexperienced hands as she stuggles to remove her blindfold. However, with her blindfold she does not dare move concious she could break a leg and doom herself. She continues to kick at movement behind her. Suddenly the clamps on her nipples are pulled to tense not hurting her, but when she goes in for another kick her jolting movement pulls her nipples and she cries in pain. She tries a second time with the same result, and then suddenly she realises that she will only hurt if she does not stand still, which she does and bursts out weeping and helpless (for now she says to herself).

 

[emily123]

Slaver & Fatima

she did notopen her mouth this time she had decided it would be better to die then to submit to this bad man's desire. She was fighting hard and each whip on her back made her cry as the wound inflicted kept stinging her body.

 

[PandoraSpox]

Meliara continued to moan as Jason kept pumping his hard cock into her through her orgasm. She felt him sliding in and out of her deeply a few more times before pushing all the way into her wet pussy and releasing his cum into her. Her cheeks went red once again as she realized what the warm feeling in her pussy was. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but moan once again at the feeling of his cum shooting into her already filled cunt.

 

[Otto26]

Castor came back from the baths in a foul state of mind. His fellow Councilors seemed blind to anything but their own

ambitions. Any suggestion of reforming the economic system was taken as an attack upon the source of their power and

responded to as such. It seemed impossible to hold a civil conversation on the subject. And the idea that Artan was

arming for war was viewed as wild-eyed alarmist fantasy.

The staff had been hard at work preparing the formal dining room for the meal. Slave musicians had already been obtained

and were chained to the wall in one corner. They took up their instruments and began to play when they saw him enter the

room. He listened for a moment and nodded.

"Good," he told them. "Keep the music soft and lively."

He walked through the garden and up to his room where he found Aaja and Eloriel preparing under the direction of one of

the female staff. The sight of the two women, as always, helped to drive the darkness away from his heart. The look they

gave him was equal parts delight and confusion.

"They've never worn makeup before," the servant explained.

"It's our custom," Castor explained. "Wealth must be demonstrated. So my guest will dine upon silver plates and drink

from a glass goblent. I will wear clothing that costs more than a dozen slaves. And my slaves will be adorned with finery

and made up better than a society matron. Besides," he grinned, "it looks good on you."

The servant left off directing Eloriel and Aaja and helped Castor remove his street clothing and put on his dinner clothing.

It was the custom among many men to use makeup on formal occasions, but Castor eschewed this practice, disliking the

feel of powders and oils sitting on his skin. The most he would allow was a few discrete rings and some splashes of

scented water. When he was finished he kissed both Aaja and Eloriel on the top of their head, careful not to disturb the

makeup or elaborate coiffures.

"Send them down when they are ready," he said.

"Yes, lord," the servant replied.

Castor returned to the atrium and inspected his men. Most of them had made themselves scarce. It was their function to

serve, not to be noticed, and they would spend the evening outside or in the stables. Those he had chosen to serve this

evening had adorned themselves in the finest clothing they could could obtain. He nodded his head in satisfaction at their

appearance and they all cheered up, pleased that they had not been found wanting.

A few minutes later, his guest arrived, accompanied by his own entourage of clients. Castor could hear Eloriel and Aaja

being hustled into the dining room as he went to the doorway to greet his guest.

Photius was like Castor in many ways. He was not one of the big fish, but he consorted with the big fish and could be

heard when he spoke. Unlike Castor, he was himself a client, and of one of the biggest fish, Horatius. Castor hoped to

make Photius his trojan horse, carrying a message of desperately needed reform back to Horatius and those like him. He

ushered Photius into the dining room and was pleased to see that all was well.

The musicians were playing softly and brightly in the corner. The two dining couches flanked a table laden with a selection

of finger foods. Two of his staff stood by with bowed heads and bowls of scented water, a third held a container of wine.

Aaja and Eloriel were in a full bow, on their knees with their heads to the floor. The room seemed to be painted with deep,

colored shadows, an illusion created by the heavy tapestries, brightly painted walls and tiles, and the many candles that

illuminated the room.

"I had heard you were opposed to keeping slaves," Photius remarked as he reclined on his couch and Aaja and Eloriel, next

to Castor's couch, rose into kneeling positions.

"You were misinformed, Photius. What you should have been told is that I didn't keep slaves. I have no objection to

them," Castor clarified.

Photius frowned. "I am going to have to flog my chief spy. If you are not opposed to slavery, then why do you attack it at

every chance? I thought you an idealist, but it seems you are more interested in attacking the power base of my patron."

"I am an idealist, Photius. But I don't oppose slavery because I oppose slavery. I oppose it because it is one of the root

causes of a growing social crisis. Slavery has shaped our economic system and allowed a new class of men to rise to

power. The great slave estates provide the money that finances the campaigns of men like you patron. I see nothing wrong

with this, but the consequences are crippling us. The yeomanry are being reduced to chattels and bond-servants. And with

them goes the backbone of our army and our most productive farmers. They are little more than 1/3 of our population

now, but they produce half of our food."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to Photius, directing the servant to pour wine into a glass tumbler for him. He took a

drink of his own wine.

"Excellent, Castor. From your estates?"

"I have no estates, but yes, this wine is from a vineyard I am part owner of," Castor replied.

"Are the slave estates really less productive? I would have thought the opposite to be the case."

Castor grimaced. "The numbers can be made to speak any truth you desire, Photius. The estates were more productive

than the old yeoman farms, but the yeoman have organized now. They work cooperatively to ensure maximum production

and to spread the risk of failure. If one farmer has a bad year, then his partners sustain him and he will return the favor in

the future. But our addiction to widespread slavery has empowered the slavers. They are organized, Photius, and well

armed. They prey upon our own citizens and they raid into Artan, the plains, and the jungles. Even into the forests of the

Elves. These acts are not seen as the actions of independent slavers, but as actions of Char'on."

Photius laughed. "And you fear war with Artan. They laugh at you behind your back for that."

"The laughter of fools does not concern me," Castor said bluntly. "Something terrible is rotting in Artan and the stench is

felt in the West. We turn our noses and eyes from this because the truth is that our military is no longer what it was and our

pride is twice what it should be. I do not pretend Artan will sweep us from the face of the earth, Photius, but they will

campaign to the very walls of Kalumparu, and perhaps beyond, before we repulse them. And where will we find allies in

the lands our slavers are raiding?"

The discussion continued for hours as Castor and Photius slowly ate and drank. At length Photius changed the subject.

"Enough, Castor. I have much to think about. Let's talk about trivial matters. Where did you obtain these slaves?"

Castor frowned a little, but he didn't let it affect his manners.

"Aaja, I found at Mistress Weia's house. Eloriel was purchased from Master Jason, the exotic slaver."

"I know of the man, but I've never dealt with him," Photius mused. "Are they trained?"

"Not as yet. But I have no complaints about their behavior. They are willing and sweet-tempered. Life for them is, in

some regards, better here than in their own lands."

"Pity they aren't trained, I'd like to see them dance," Photius said.

Castor shrugged and ordered Aaja and Eloriel to stand. "Aaja has injured feet," he explained. "The slavers are as

needlessly cruel as they are rapacious. Eloriel has no training, but she will try."

The woman looked at him curiously, half-fearfully, and he nodded. "Dance for us, Eloriel."

 

[slippedhalo]

Aaja did not show it outwardly, she was strictly following orders given earlier and dared not look up at the men as they spoke unless ordered to but she was fascinated following the course of their discussion. It was a true learning experience in politics for her and she would not forget a word of it.

Aaja smiled supportively at Eloriel when she was asked to dance. Her look expressed to her beautiful lover, 'It's ok, relax and enjoy the music. Your body will do the rest.' She, along with the rest of the room waited for Eloriel's performance to begin.

 

[sexy_curves]

one of tess' jobs was to get the produce from the boarder's garden in the yard. she did so, hopeing by keeping her head down, she wouldn't be realized by her new master, or the men who captured her before.

 

[Otto26]

The young woman bit her lip apprehensively and began to sway her hips in time to the music. The musicians, seeing her predicament, slowed the tempo of the music and began to give her a stronger beat. She flashed them a quick smile of thanks and then looked back at Castor.

He returned her gaze with a faint smile on his lips. She was not dancing as it was understood in Char'on, but he found nothing at all wrong with the rythymic motion of her lovely body. The jewelry helped, glinting in the candlelight as Eloriel slowly moved.

"Her skin is so smooth," Photius remarked. "Do you have them shaved everyday?"

"I don't have them shaved at all," Castor replied. "They are naturally bare, no body hair other than their eyebrows."

"Elvish blood do you think?"

Castor shrugged. "Possible. Their language sounds a little like Elvish at times, but I'm hardly a linguist."

Photius was about to make another remark, but he transferred his full attention to Eloriel. She, apparently inspired by their conversation, had taken a single small step to the side. This had the effect of opening her legs and better exposing her smooth sex to their view. Swallowing, she traced her hands down to the juncture of her thighs, their eyes following her hands, and ran her fingers lightly over herself.

"You said she wasn't trained," Photius accused laughingly.

"She's not, Photius. But I also did say I was pleased with their temperment. I neglected to mention their intelligence, which seems considerable," he added.

Eloriel beamed at the compliment and, reassured by the reaction she had received, continued. She used her hands to trace her body, bringing each inch to the attention of the two men watching her, and began to move her feet in time to the music. They were little more than heel lifts, but the action put the muscles of her lower body into motion and created very attractive ripples in her skin.

She turned, facing away from them and bringing the other half of her body into view. Now her hands traced up past the firm round of her ass to glide up perfect flanks and lift her pale golden hair before letting it cascade down her back. She turned her head to look over one shoulder and see if Castor approved, and the look was beguiling.

Castor reached his hand forward and between Aaja's legs where he could slowly stroke her. She was already hot and her eyes were fixed on Eloriel as surely as were Castor's and Photius'.

Eloriel saw his action and turned about again. Facing them, she reached down between her legs with both hands and began to touch herself. Her eyes, Castor saw, were locked on Aaja's. She continued to sway slowly to the music and her hands worked to the same pace, now exposing herself to their view, then pleasing herself.

Castor continued to stroke Aaja, her moisture coating his hand and her scent filling the room.

Eloriel gasped and dropped to her knees. The music came to a meandering halt as each musician slowly stopped playing and the cacophony of their cessation was replaced by Eloriel's cries of pleasure. Her body rocked in time to her pleasure and slowly slowed as the haze of joy passed. Breathing hard, she made a full bow to Photius and then to Castor.

"My lord, my love," she said.

Castor withdrew his hand and clapped out his approval. Photius, after a moment, joined him.

"Not precisely a classical performance," Castor apologized.

"Not at all, Castor. Not at all. Do you think Jason has any more of their like?"

Castor shrugged. "I've no idea at all."

Photius rose from the couch. "Perhaps I'll go see," he said. "Thank you for the dinner and entertainment, Castor. I will consider the things you have said."

Castor stood up and walked Photius out into the atrium and to the doorway. The man gathered up his retinue, drinking on the ground with Castor's clients, and departed.

"Hieronymous," Castor called.

"Lord?" the young man answered.

"The musicians need to be returned in the morning. The men may have the use of them for the night. Feed them well and give them some wine, they did very well this evening."

"Yes, lord," the young man replied.

Castor found Aaja and Eloriel awaiting him uncertainly in the foyer. He smiled at them. "You both did well. I'm pleased."

One of the servants came up to him. "Your pardon, lord, but I must speak with you. There wasn't time before the dinner."

"What is it?" Castor asked cheerfully.

The young woman darted a glance at the slaves and then looked back at Castor. "They've been talking with someone through the gate of the garden. I thought I saw something yesterday, and today, when they stole some scraps from the kitchen I watched and they fed the food to the person. A young man with blond hair. I thought you should know, lord," she finished.

Castor, despite the chill in his heart, smiled at her. "And you were right. I should know. Thank you."

The servant smiled at him and scuttled off. Castor turned to look at Eloriel and Aaja. "Tell me," he commanded.

 

[alaguy]

Tarnok

Tarnok walked through the strange city his merchant ships safely docked in the city's harbor. He had made a fortune on this run which was a newly established route from his homeland. It had been a long trip one which he and his men had braved some severe storms and several sea creatures which had to be dispatched back to the evil pits from which they had come. But now his load was being distributed and the trip back home would be much easier as the ships would travel fast without the cargo. Tarnok wondered through the city and heard a commotion up ahead. What was going on he wondered and then he realized that he was standing at a slave auction. Hmmmm, a slave that might be a nice purchase. Then he looked and saw that it was females on the block and not just any females but beautiful one's at that.

Tarnok had never been fond of slavery but knew that it served a purpose so he never spoke against it. Maybe I could purchase one of those poor girls have a little fun and then relase her somewhere safe. Perhaps she might even come to like me and stay on her on.

Walking closer to the auction he inquired as to whom might be the person in charge and was directed to someone called Jason,,,Finding the person Tarnok walked up to him and asked what slaves might be available for purchase.

"I understand that you are holdign an auction here but I assure you I have plenty of money to line your coffers and would prefer to skip the auction take my pick and forgo the wasted time of bidding. In fact you may name your price I just wish to inspect the girls before hand."

OOC Tarnok human
age 35
Body 6 foot, bald, with thick muscles
Dressed in lether armor and wearing a finely made two handed sword and a curved dagger, the armor is covered by a very expensive cloak held together by a large jeweled broach.

 

[slippedhalo]

"You both did well. I'm pleased." Aaja beamed at Castor's compliment and squeezed Eloriel's hand, she had been truly impressed (and turned on) by her lover's performance. She was exceedingly proud of her.

One of the servants came up to them and Aaja felt something wasn't right. "Your pardon, lord, but I must speak with you. There wasn't time before the dinner."

"What is it?" Castor asked cheerfully.

The young woman darted a glance at the slaves and then looked back at Castor. "They've been talking with someone through the gate of the garden. I thought I saw something yesterday, and today, when they stole some scraps from the kitchen I watched and they fed the food to the person. A young man with blond hair. I thought you should know, lord," she finished.

Castor, smiled at her, a coldness overcame his eyes and Aajs' heart froze. He was angry, she could tell. "And you were right. I should know. Thank you." he said.

The servant smiled at him and scuttled off. Castor turned to look at Eloriel and Aaja. "Tell me," he commanded.

Aaja dropped to the ground to beg forgiveness at his feet. She felt terrible for having yet again kept something from her Lord whom she loved so dearly. She said as much as she begged for forgiveness, the tears began to flow. "Lord Castor, i beg of you don't be angry with us. It's my fault, I made Eloriel look out for me. He's my brother, he's looking for our family. It wasn't just me who was taken from our circle but all of my sisters as well. I just found out. I am terrified for them. My cousins from the home just next door to us were also kidnapped and sold, all of us to different peoples all of us in different places, but all slaves. I'm certain not all of us to masters as kind as you, my Lord." Now her tears swelled as she thought about her mother..."...and my mother...she's dying... she sent Shiro to find as many of us as possible so she can say goodbye to us. They stabbed her...she is dying for trying to protect her daughters. Shiro is all there is left of my family for her..." Aaja's weeping now became wordless as she cried her heart out on the floor at Castor's feet, pouring out all of her worries of the past twenty-four hours.

 

[Otto26]

"Maurice," Castor called out. One of the older men, a veteran, came at Castor's call.

"Lord?" he asked.

"You will accompany me. I have a task for you," Castor said.

"Yes, lord," the man replied.

"Follow me," Castor told the slaves. "You," he said to Aaja, "will crawl."

Castor walked into the garden and pointed to a spot on the pea-gravel path.

"Kneel there, Aaja. Face to the ground," he ordered. To Eloriel he said, "Fetch the switch from the kitchen."

With an worried glance at Aaja, Eloriel fled, ducking into the doorway of the kitchen and returning a moment later with the smooth, wooden switch in her hand. Apprehensively she extended it in front of her for Castor. He took it from her and gave it an experimental swing.

"There is a lesson you need to learn, Aaja. You belong to me, and you are not permitted to keep secrets from me. This is as much for your benefit as it is for mine. Your brother could have been warm and fed the past night, and this night as well. But he will sleep in the forest tonight because he would flee my men if I sent them out to search for him. I forgave you not telling me of the behavior of Democritus because you were unfamiliar with my ways. You have no such excuse in this matter."

He pulled back the switch and brought it forward in a strong stroke that forced a yelp of pain from Aaja. The mark of the switch was plainly visible on her ass, a bright red line on her pale flesh. He laid the switch softly across the mark, letting it overlay the pain she felt.

"That is what the switch feels like, Aaja," he said. "If you conceal anything from me ever again, then you will hold Eloriel in your arms while I beat her bloody. She will feel that stroke a dozen times over while you stare her in the eyes."

He waited for a moment, letting the words sink in for both Aaja and Eloriel. The latter looked horrified, and plainly wanted to run to Aaja and comfort her, perhaps even intercede on her behalf. But she caught the look in Castor's eye and did not.

"You will kneel here for the rest of the night, Aaja, and think about this. Do not leave until I permit it. In the morning, if you have done as I command, we will find your brother and bring him here. We will feed him and you will tell me everything. Everything. As you should have from the beginning. And your brother may sleep in the stables and work in this house so long as he wishes."

He dropped the switch on the ground in front of Aaja.

"Stand guard in silence, Maurice. She does not move, no one speaks to her, and if you touch her I'll cut the body part off," Castor snarled.

Maurice looked taken aback, but he wrapped his cloak around him and nodded. "As you command, lord."

Castor looked down at the weeping Aaja and was angry. He was angry she did not yet trust him enough, angry that he had to punish her, and angry at her for the way he felt horrible for having punished her. The good cheer of earlier gone he swept Eloriel along to the stairs and up to his room.

 

[bullshot]

Jason & Maliara

Jason stayed with his cock buried deep in Meliara’s pussy until she’d milked it dry and it finally shrank and slipped out of her, knowing they’d have many more nights together he didn’t proceed to go through everything he could do with her and would be done with her once she was sold.

Instead he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and wrapped his arms around her saying, “Sleep well my little slave,” as he cuddled her and relaxed ready for sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day he had other slaves to sell or send to the farm he found it strange that each time he was ready to send slaves to the farm they sold before he could send them.

Also he was going to have to face Miren and get her reaction to the deflowering of Meliara that could be a serious problem but he’d worry about that after sleeping.

 

[bullshot]

Sam & Rose

The following morning Sam woke Rose with a bowl of gruel before having her bathed ready to go onto the block. Once she was cleaned he took the naked slave to the selling block and secured her hands above her head and her feet wide apart and waited to see if anybody wanted to buy her.

He was hoping to use her again that night if nobody bought her but business appeared to be fairly brisk that day with a number of slaves being sold and a number of potential buyers inspecting Rose teasing her breasts and nipples before fingering her sex to make her juices run.

 

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Joe & Tess

As Jason wasn’t around Joe took it on himself to go and search for Tess he knew that Jason wouldn’t mind especially if he returned with an escaped slave. As he wondered out of the town he started checking the lodging houses that where nearby as these were the most likely places for a runaway slave to try to get work.

After three unsuccessful searches he arrived at the forth and saw Tess collecting vegetables from the garden but instead of approaching her he entered the building and found the owner knowing that once he’d explained the situation the owner would willingly turn Tess over to him. It was a crime to knowingly harbour a runaway slave and the owner could lose everything for doing so.

Sam sat in the private sitting room and waited as the owner was going to send Tess in there when she came in from the gardens.

 

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Slaver & Fatima

When Fatima didn’t open her mouth for his cock the slaver grabbed her hair again and took hold of her nose knowing that eventually she was going to have to open her mouth to breathe.

As soon as her mouth opened he shoved his cock deep into it saying, “Remember no biting or you’ll be whipped to a point near death then when you recover it will happen again and again until you submit,” he threatened her as he waited for her reaction.

The way things were going this girl was going to be throat fucked and ass fucked before she reached Jason still leaving her hymen intact for Jason or his men.

 

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Aaja knealt upon the cold stones, growing colder as the night wore on. She spent the majority of the night bent to her elbows, her forehead against the stone to hide her face as she cried. She was thinking over Castor's words but weeping at his anger. He had a right to be angry, and she should have given him credit for being understanding and kind-hearted. She should have trusted he wouldn't have turned Shiro away or treated him cruelly. Now they all suffered because of her mistake. Aaja must learn to turst her Master fully.

In the night she thought she heard a familiar whistle coming from the direction of the woods. She'd missed her meeting. But, at the sound of the whistle she never even looked up, for fear that it was a test. Shiro would have to wait until morning. Despite his anger with her, Aaja felt hopeful that perhaps Castor would help her family somehow.

 

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Jason's men & Julie

The guy that was kicked wasn’t seriously hurt but now he was mad so he picked up a riding crop and started to whip her with it on her hind quarters until the leader told him to stop. For the next week the led the Centaur by her nipples hobbling her legs when they stopped to eat before releasing her arms and the blindfold so that she could feed herself at night they left her arms tied and the blindfold on also hobbling her so she couldn’t run even if she wanted to.

While they travelled the men would vault onto her back holding on by grabbling her hair and arms letting her buck a few times before the guys holding the ropes attached to her nipples would pull them causing her to stop bucking. Most of the days travelling she had one or other of them on her back getting her used to the feel of the weight of a man riding her, finally they were within a few hours of Jason’s city.

They stopped and loosely hobbled her so that she could still walk and removed the clamps from her nipples replacing them with a harness around her shoulders before finally removing the blindfold but they left her hands tied behind her back.

They knew that Jason would be pleased with their catch as not many Centaurs were caught and the females were even rarer they’d have to see what Jason planned for her knowing that he had a randy stallion in his pasture.