more! Buy one of my girls and feel the caress of buttery flesh. Stolen straight from the zenana of a Pannonian noble. Just for you!”
The slave master went on for some time as Papaios took the chain in hand and tied off their mounts to an eyelet in the column. He then lined up his master’s property near the foot of the steps and glared at any who would venture too close. Only those who had coin to spend were allowed to examine the merchandise. Javad’s lovelies tended to attract all manner of mendicants and wastrels. Even the slatterns would take an interest. They would have precious few customers until the excitement of the pleasure slave auction was through, and so they looked on with a mix of curiosity and jealousy.
“And now, fine sirs, it is time,” Javad said loudly once a lively throng of men of sufficient wealth had gathered. “Let the auction…begin!”
Papaios released the first slave from the tether, and Javad took her up onto the stage.
“This, gentlemen, is Kell.” Javad’s tone took on that of a proud father’s. “She comes to me from the far reaches of your empire, from beyond Britannia. I traded for her knowing I would receive an excellent price for her beauty in your city. Yes, I see your reaction; you are men of taste. Her hair is of spun gold, her flesh alabaster, and her eyes burn like sapphires.”
“Her hips are too narrow; she will not breed,” shouted a man in the crowd.
“Yes, but such a delicate thing is not for breeding.” Javad shooed the question away. He then pulled back her thin, gossamer garment to reveal her bosoms. Kell cast her eyes to the wooden planks at her fidgeting feet as Javad groped and teased her pale pink nubs to full erection. Her fair skin burned as the men looking on made lewd noises.
“Come, who will pay a silver piece to inspect her before making a bid?”
“I will,” responded the same man who had made the comment about the lack of width in her hips.
The tall, stern-faced man mounted the platform and flipped Javad a silver coin. He then wound his toga around his forearm to free up his right palm. Looking down his aquiline nose at her, he tilted her face up by her chin.
“Look me in the eye when I address you,” he said, authority in his tone. “Do you speak our language?” he asked as his palm smoothed down her shoulder and cupped her pear-shaped mound of aroused flesh, testing its weight.
“Yes, Lord,” she managed to eke out as his thumb rolled over her nipple. A trickle of her nectar wet her thigh.
“Not frigid. That’s good. How much, Javad?” he inquired as both hands caressed her firmly and toggled her stiff, sensitive nubs. “She’s a tall one; I like a woman I can look in the eye.”
“For you, Lord, twelve gold,” Javad replied with a meek smile and a bow, his palms pressed together.
“I’ll give you ten, considering I already gave you a silver for the inspection.” He haggled, still looking over his potential purchase. He cupped her sex and felt her moisture leaking onto his fingers. Kell inhaled sharply and pressed against his touch, a shiver shaking her shoulders.
“You offend me, Lord, but this I will do for you,” Javad consented with great drama.
The tall man sampled the flavor of Kell’s fluids, barely flicking his tongue across the pads of his fingertips. He gave both of her flanks a good squeeze and a swat before nodding to his assistant. The buyer’s secretary paid Papaios, who then released Kell’s manacles.
Asmin watched all of this with great interest. She hoped she’d be purchased this time. Traveling from town to town was becoming tedious, and she was not at all opposed to serving as a pleasure slave. In fact, it was her profession. She was trained in the sensuous arts and had been lost by her most previous master in a wager. Nothing would suit Asmin more than to find a place in the home of a prosperous master who could appreciate her charms. The dust of the road stifled her. When it was her
The slave master went on for some time as Papaios took the chain in hand and tied off their mounts to an eyelet in the column. He then lined up his master’s property near the foot of the steps and glared at any who would venture too close. Only those who had coin to spend were allowed to examine the merchandise. Javad’s lovelies tended to attract all manner of mendicants and wastrels. Even the slatterns would take an interest. They would have precious few customers until the excitement of the pleasure slave auction was through, and so they looked on with a mix of curiosity and jealousy.
“And now, fine sirs, it is time,” Javad said loudly once a lively throng of men of sufficient wealth had gathered. “Let the auction…begin!”
Papaios released the first slave from the tether, and Javad took her up onto the stage.
“This, gentlemen, is Kell.” Javad’s tone took on that of a proud father’s. “She comes to me from the far reaches of your empire, from beyond Britannia. I traded for her knowing I would receive an excellent price for her beauty in your city. Yes, I see your reaction; you are men of taste. Her hair is of spun gold, her flesh alabaster, and her eyes burn like sapphires.”
“Her hips are too narrow; she will not breed,” shouted a man in the crowd.
“Yes, but such a delicate thing is not for breeding.” Javad shooed the question away. He then pulled back her thin, gossamer garment to reveal her bosoms. Kell cast her eyes to the wooden planks at her fidgeting feet as Javad groped and teased her pale pink nubs to full erection. Her fair skin burned as the men looking on made lewd noises.
“Come, who will pay a silver piece to inspect her before making a bid?”
“I will,” responded the same man who had made the comment about the lack of width in her hips.
The tall, stern-faced man mounted the platform and flipped Javad a silver coin. He then wound his toga around his forearm to free up his right palm. Looking down his aquiline nose at her, he tilted her face up by her chin.
“Look me in the eye when I address you,” he said, authority in his tone. “Do you speak our language?” he asked as his palm smoothed down her shoulder and cupped her pear-shaped mound of aroused flesh, testing its weight.
“Yes, Lord,” she managed to eke out as his thumb rolled over her nipple. A trickle of her nectar wet her thigh.
“Not frigid. That’s good. How much, Javad?” he inquired as both hands caressed her firmly and toggled her stiff, sensitive nubs. “She’s a tall one; I like a woman I can look in the eye.”
“For you, Lord, twelve gold,” Javad replied with a meek smile and a bow, his palms pressed together.
“I’ll give you ten, considering I already gave you a silver for the inspection.” He haggled, still looking over his potential purchase. He cupped her sex and felt her moisture leaking onto his fingers. Kell inhaled sharply and pressed against his touch, a shiver shaking her shoulders.
“You offend me, Lord, but this I will do for you,” Javad consented with great drama.
The tall man sampled the flavor of Kell’s fluids, barely flicking his tongue across the pads of his fingertips. He gave both of her flanks a good squeeze and a swat before nodding to his assistant. The buyer’s secretary paid Papaios, who then released Kell’s manacles.
Asmin watched all of this with great interest. She hoped she’d be purchased this time. Traveling from town to town was becoming tedious, and she was not at all opposed to serving as a pleasure slave. In fact, it was her profession. She was trained in the sensuous arts and had been lost by her most previous master in a wager. Nothing would suit Asmin more than to find a place in the home of a prosperous master who could appreciate her charms. The dust of the road stifled her. When it was her
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