<strong>Sumara the slaver</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/Death_In_the_Harem2_by_Ferres-1.jpg)</div>Sumara received the reports from her slaves and staff as she relaxed and bathed in the courtyard pool. Momentous news was sweeping all of Takrin, a Nesstran fleet was in orbit and no less a person than Prince Vakarius, the heir apparent to the Nesstran throne was being received by the Nei in her palace.<br/><br/>The slaver carefully considered the import of such events and most importantly how such news would effect her business and fortunes. The years of the Nei's conquest had been exceedingly profitable to her, Sumara had pledged loyalty to the Nei's faction early, after assessing the strengths and weaknesses of the opposing forces. Her house had been granted trading priviledges as the Nei's victorious armies advanced and slaves from the defeated clans had filled her caravans and slave pens. With the Nei's troops providing her slaveflesh without the need to mount costly expeditions, the profit had been enormous. Sumara's enterprise had rapidly grown to among the wealthiest of all the slave merchants. Peace had been a blow to her trade, with the clans bending their knees and submitting, the flood of fresh slaves had slowed.<br/><br/>The Nesstrans had vast stocks of slaveflesh, this much Sumara was certain from her dealings and conversations with their merchants already trading on Takrin. If she could somehow acheive favoured trading status with the Nesstrans as well as the Nei's regime her hold over the profession would become preeminent. She pondered how such a feat could be accomplished.<br/><br/>On another matter her schemes were more advanced. Her newest acquisition, the slave Wanre was no mere impulse buy in the marketplace. Sumara had already discovered a niche market to the rich and powerful in the Takrin capital. Certain of the decadent nobles and wealthy merchants had a depraved fetish, to couple with male slaves in a submissive stance. Takrin males were ill suited to serve this purpose, weak and completely broken through generations of bondage. Nesstran males, particularly those freshly enslaved were perfect. Used to treating females as inferior, when given the opportunity they rutted with arrogant dominance. Sumara shuddered at the thought. She had forced herself to do such a thing on three occasions, twice to elicit favourable terms from Nesstran traders and once for the amusement of a petty noble with whom she had been dealing. Was Wanre suitable for such a task, Sumara wondered?<br/><br/>Sumara rose from the pool, naked she padded back to the reception room in which she had left her new slave and her two most trusted guardswomen. She closed the doors behind her, what she intended was best performed in privacy. The two guardswomen had obviously just finished using the slave for their pleasure. They hurriedly rose from their relaxed position to stand ready to serve their mistress.<br/><br/>"I hope you enjoyed his cock, the pair of you." Sumara commented. "I also hope you have not drained him dry. He has further service to perform."<br/><br/>"Today I was shamed in the marketplace, before the eyes of my rivals I was made a laughing stock." The calculating slave mistress feigned great anger. "My personal guardwoman, unable to stop a mere unarmed male slave and brushed aside."<br/><br/>The Nubian guardwoman, who had been assaulted earlier, blushed in shame and hung her head. She offered no excuses or arguements to her scolding, her failure to subdue the unruly slave was inexcusable.<br/><br/>"Such failure cannot go unpunished." Sumara stated. "Strip and take position on hands and knees."