Takrin. l' qu'ellar d' Sumara rothe jabbress
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				Title: <strong>Takrin. l' qu'ellar d' Sumara rothe jabbress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 22:38:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Jean-Leon-Gerome-The-Harem-On-The-Terrace.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> <strong>The compound of Sumara the slave trader is situated in the Takrin capitol, close to the royal market. The compound consists of two separate sections. The personal quarters of Sumara is a spacious and airy villa in the traditional Takrin desert style, dominated by an open air central courtyard surrounded by the living quarters of the slaver and her freeborn staff. A bathing pool is the main feature of the courtyard and around it are rugs and cushions for household members and guests to be seated upon.<br><br>To the rear of the compound are the business premises. Slave pens and training rooms fill this area. A rear gate to the compound allows access for slave transports without disturbing the household. Meetings and transactions with clients take place in the living quarters with slaves being brought from their pens for viewing. </strong> </span>
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 07:21:08</strong>
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				<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><br>Sumara led her newest slave in through the front entrance of her compound. Several of her free employees were gathered in the central courtyard of her villa. The slaver noted that the women were those that had been expected back from a slave procuring mission into the deep desrts to the south. The small band had divested themselves of their armour and clothing and were frolicing in the courtyard's bathing pool, no doubt to wash the sand and grime of the desert from themselves. The slaver led her hooded and bound acquisition to the pool's edge.<br><br>"Greetings Jabbress." The women called out to Sumara, pausing their roughousing to greet the mistress of the house.<br><br>The women crowded the edge of the pool to get a better look at the slave Sumara was leading. Lewd and somewhat envious comments flew as they got a close look at Wanre's swollen manhood. One of the younger guardswomen playing splashed Wanre's engorged member with water.<br><br>"Hah, his cock needs cooling down Jabbress." The women cried out laughing. "It looks fit to erupt already. He might wilt before you can put that beautiful shaft to good use."<br><br>A couple more of the bathing women joined in the sport, either flicking or spitting cool water onto the slave's tortured genitals. Sumara smiled indulgently at their antics, allowing their game to continue.<br><br>"A shame that would be." Sumara chuckled. "Though making a pretty one like this rise to purpose would not tax me."<br><br>"I will receive your report on the trading mission presently." Sumara informed the senior woman. "For the moment continue your bathe."<br><br>The slaver led her prize into one of the villa's reception rooms. Guiding Wanre across the mosaic tiles she positioned him in front of a low couch which she then pushed him backwards onto. She stared down at the pretty male hungrily.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 17:24:12</strong>
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				That last stop had nearly been the end of him. Though it seems that his remark about not being coupled in a long time caused her to relax her teasing... for now. Wanre was both relieved but also pained by her releasing her hand from his cock. How badly he wanted her to simply finish him but he knew from all that he had seen since his arrival here that to do that before she wished was to invite much pain and suffering and he'd had far enough of that from the idiot merchant. His thoughts were quickly broken by a sharp tug of the cord the were moving again and quickly it seemed. <br><br>He had spent enough time on this planet to notice the transition from sand to hard stone, his skin cooled as they left the hot sun and moved into the shade. Insence began to stir his nostrils; splashing, light laughter and chatter reached his ears. Once they stopped the stone beneath his feet was cool and damp, there was a stir of water then someone spoke to his mistress, we must be in her home now he thought. Though his thoughts were abruptly shattered as cool water splashed against his body the majority of it landing on his throbbing member which was likely a deep blood red from the cord withholding proper circulation and the constant teasing all the way here. <br><br>The one who splashed him offered as an explanation that he needed to be cooled off or he would explode. Others seemed to agree as more water from different directions began pelting him. It did distract his mind from the throbbing need of his loins and was able to relax them just a little which would keep him from coming to soon. The mistress gave an order about hearing a report shortly and then led Wanre away from the pool. He could've been wrong but he thought he may have heard a couple of pouty aawws as he was led away. <br><br>They continued further on the shade seemed to darken, the coolness having an effect on his now wet front. Producing involuntary goosebumps all over his body and causing his nipples to become as erect as his manhood. They crossed a very unique floor it felt like the stone were no bigger than his toes and the covered every inch of the space, here they stopped again. Then he was pushed, hard. With his hand still bound behind him he tried to turn to the side but his landing came sooner than he thought and he was still pretty much straight on. He had landed on a large cushion of some kind, he had not felt such softness in a decade... but he wondered now what's going on?
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 18:41:12</strong>
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				<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 stared for a moment at the nude form of Wanre. She wanted to feel that impressive cock inside of her, but to let a slave know she lusted this urgently after his body could cause him to imagine he had some hold over her.<br><br>"I leave you now to the tender mercies of my guards, slave." Sumara said, though at the same time motioning her henchwomen to hold their positions by the doorway.<br><br>Sumara paused for several seconds, long enough for her to have exited the room. She roughly took hold of Wanre's knees and pushed his legs apart. Kneeling between his legs she bent her head and licked the length of his shaft, tasting the rich salty sweat that formed a sheen on his erect flesh. Her head bobbed as she took the swollen knob of his cockhead between her lips and suckled hard upon it, her teeth nipped at the trapped plum.<br><br>Her belt fastened at the side in an intricate knot that if pulled correctly unravelled easily. In a moment her loincloth and scabbard slipped from her hips to the floor. Whilst one fist gripped the heated rod of Wanre's cock her other hand slid down her smoothly muscled belly and delved between her legs. Her sex was damp and swollen with sexual vigour as her fingers burrowed into her gaping cleft. Satisfied that she was wet enough to comfortably admit the thick cock before her, Sumara rose once more.<br><br>Straddling Wanre's lap the fist gripping his shaft guided the cock's tip as she lowered her loins to engulf the throbbing member in her dripping wet sheath. She gave a great sigh of pleasure as she sank down and impaled herself upon Wanre's rod. Though she had carved rods of equal or greater size, the feel of the real article was what she craved in this instance.<br><br>Sumara began to ride her slave's cock with energetic abandon, using the strength of her thighs and her weight to thrust down hard and swallow the whole impressive length within her. She reached to Wanre's chest and savagely pinched and twisted his erect nipples to force movement from her plaything. To further stir him she slapped the slave hard across his cheek and growled in lusty fervour as she ground her crotch down upon him.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 19:59:39</strong>
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				The mistress was to leave him with her guards? Well that was unfair as she had been teasing him horribly all afternoon. Bare footed she wouldn't make any noise so the silence that followed was believable. Then abruptly his legs were shoved aside and a warm wet tongue glided across the length of his shaft. It was such a shock of pleasure he harshly sucked in a mouthful air his surprise very noticeable. The tongue changed to lips as they enveloped his head, the large gulp of air he had taken was now seeping out in low whimpering moans of pleasure. The nibbling didn't help either pushing him further into extasy. A hand gripped the base of his shaft like it was a lifeline but by now the little pain the pressure of the squeeze caused felt good.<br>The lips left for a moment only to be replaced another set of lips but these, these lips belonged to the woman's sex and it was heavenly. Hot, wet and tight, it was euphoric. She ground down on the shaft like a rabid animal like it was water for a soul lost in the desert. She reached up and pinched and twisted his nipples sending shocks of painful euphoric pleasure to his loins. There was a growl then a strong slap across his face which produced a grunt/growl of his own. The growl held certain tones to it that were familiar but it wasn't enough to be sure, the slap had shifted the hood slightly he could see small amounts of light now. It wasn't enough to see who was on him but at the moment he didn't much care so long as she kept going. He wished his hands were free so that he might return the favor to her. 
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 21:45:00</strong>
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				<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 gasped and hissed from animalistic pleasure as she rode her slave's cock fiercely. Her internal muscles tightened around the shaft within her, clenching and squeezing at the wonderfully rigid and hot masculine flesh. One hand frotted her throbbing clitoris as she rocked back and forth, milking Wanre's cock for all she worth.<br><br>The two guards watched their mistress pleasuring herself on her new male toy, wide grins betraying their appreciation of the scene. Though they remained at their posts, subtle movements gave their own arousal away as they clenched their thighs and fidgeted as their quims became moist and hot.<br><br>The slave trader slapped Wanre once more, this time reversing her hand after striking him once to backhand him across his other cheek. Her fingers curled into claws and she scratched her long nails across Wanre's chest leaving five vivid red scratch marks. Sumara was moaning loudly each time she bore down onto the slave now, her arousal reaching the point of no return. Her movements became more desperate and urgent as she sensed her orgasm approaching.<br><br>Abruptly the slaver threw back her head and cried out inarticulately. The velvet sheath of her cunt gripped at Wanre's cock in spasms as she climaxed hard. For several seconds she convulsed upon Wanre's groin, gasping and panting as her lust was sated. She quietened as the moment of release peaked and then subsided, her kohl rimmed eyes closed as she savoured the afterglow of sexual release. <br><br>When her senses returned she lifted herself from her pet's cock, her labial lips gaping wide and feminine juices seeped out to coat her bald mons and the tops of her thighs. She padded across to the doorway after recovering her belt and scabbarded scimitar. Standing before her guardswomen she buckled her clothing back around her hips. Her hands cupped each of the guard's hairless pudendas and she slipped a finger into each woman's sex to confirm that they were dripping wet with arousal.<br><br>Sumara grinned at her warriors, one a nubian from the far south of Takrin and the other a tall blonde from the northern mountains.<br><br>"Lusty sluts, the pair of you." She whispered. "You can share him for the next hour. If he asks who rode him first you are to say nothing."<br><br>Sumara left the room to bathe in the courtyard pool and receive the report from her caravan.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 15:41:07</strong>
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				Oh it was glorious to ridden, his rider's hot sex felt heavenly as it squeezed his rod as she rose up and down gyrating with ever thrust. He was slapped again, backhanded maybe but it threw the hood up even more now he could see a body but not the face, he could see those beautiful ample breasts bouncy and swaying as she rode him. How he ached to be able to reach out and grab them, to pinch the nipples. A great gutteral scream came from the woman as she shuddered in a great climax, if only she would continue just a few seconds more. He was thankful for the cord at the moment for it had enabled him to stay hard and not blow his load, which he likely would've done before they had even entered the house.<br>She stood up... noooo, she would leave him hanging on the very edge. His cock throbbing slick with the juices of her sex his own orgasm held back by the stupid cord. Of course now that they were seperated the smell of her sex was ten fold and it was intoxicating. <br>He heard something metal drag the floor, of course they wouldn't wear thier weapons during sex they would get in the way, who ever she was was just picking them up. He thought he heard some whispering but with the hood covering his ears he could've just imagined it. He hoped to be released soon, both sexualy and from his bindings but he didn't hold much hope for either.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 16:37:08</strong>
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				<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 entered the courtyard and stepped down into the cool water of the bathing pool. Seating herself on the ledge that ran along one side she sat back with the water reaching her slender waist. Her caravan captain came and sat beside her to issue her report. The slaver gestured a female slave over and parted her thighs, the slave knelt beside her and reached into the water between Sumara's legs. Using a sponge she cleaned her mistress's sex, before parting her netherlips and cleaning her inside as well as out. Sumara and her captain conversed casually.<br><br>In the reception room the two guardswomen crossed to where Wanre lay. The willowy Nubian unbuckled and removed the slave's hood. The pair kissed and fondled one another as they appreciatively sized up the male slave and his still erect cock.<br><br>"Mmmm, lucky us sister." The more muscular blonde murmured to her dark comrade. "The Jabbress throws us a well hung male to play with."<br><br>"Which end do you want sister?" The Nubian replied.<br><br>The guardswomen decided the matter with a game of rock, swords and parchment, the Nubian winning two out of three. She chose Wanre's cock and her blonde sister in arms pouted for a moment. The pair stripped off their weapon belts and hung them well away from the slave, despite his bondage. Their armour they left on, as was usual for Takrin armour their crotches were bared and the steel sheathed legs and arms were no hindrance to intercourse. The dark skinned warrior tightened the noose about Wanre's cock and balls by a fraction before climbing astride him.<br><br>"That should delay discharge until I have my pleasure." She laughed.<br><br>The blonde went to Wanre's head and straddled his face, grinding her hairless Takrin quim onto his nose and mouth. The guardswomen played with one another's breasts and kissed open mouthed as they began to move their hips.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 18:42:30</strong>
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				His hood had been removed at last, he could now see the two guards standing before him each with broad smiles and wet lips, for a moment they passionately kissed and groped each other before turning to him. As he mulled over what they were saying about thier mistress leaving him behind for them he wondered had the woman meant to trick him into thinking she was not the one who had just used him or in his current state was he just making up stories in his head.<br>After some moments the two decided to take thier places atop him but only after tightening the cord about his cock, it was becoming steadily more painful and as they tightened it he couldn't help but audibly wince. His throbbing rod was aflame and a deep, deep red some portions turning purple. However, the feel of darker skinned woman's wet sex was like fresh cool water and an instant euphoria. The other guard came up and sat on his face, surely he'd been with woman before and knew what was expected though he doubted he was as talented as others. being fully engrossed in her lips he had trouble breathing but as he licked and nibbled and sucked on her clitorus, lips and even inserting his tongue into her hole he was able to make small gaps to breathe from but it was difficult and never enough. As the other one slowly gyrated her hips on his cock he reflexively began thrusting upwardswith each rotation. <br>Thier armor added more stimulation for the metal's edges dug into his bare flesh causing pinpricks of pain, on his shoulders from the one riding his face, and on his hips, thighs and sides depending on how she was seated at the time from teh one grinding on his cock. His need to release was greater than anything he'd ever experienced before and groans and moans would escape his throat every chance there was room for air to pass from his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 21:26:21</strong>
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				<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>The two guardswomen rode Wanre with athletic vigour, their lean battle fit bodies writhed and gyrated as the used him for their pleasure. The dark skinned Nubian received the most stimulation and after ten minutes of milking Wanre's cock was gasping and moaning each time she bore down on his bucking hips. The Nubian leaned back as she neared climax, her hand groping behind her and between Wanre's thighs for the cord around his genitals. When she began to cry out in her throes of passion she tugged the cord loose. Wanre was at last free to ejaculate as the slender guard writhed in climax around his thick cock.<br><br>When the tremors of passion passed and the Nubian panted from the force of her exertions and pleasure, she rose from Wanre's body. Her jet black labia gaped wide to reveal the wet pink interior and creamy white seed trickled from her cunt.<br><br>"His balls hold an ample draught sister." The blonde sitting on Wanre's face laughed. "If the seed is as vigourous as it is copious it will take root in your belly. Then what shall you do?"<br><br>"I'll marry you of course sister." The dark one replied. "And lie at home until our daughter is born and a wetnurse is hired."<br><br>Much of their promised hour with Wanre still remained, so the guardswomen brought wine and food from the villa's kitchen and lounged beside the slave. They ate and drank, feeding Wanre sweet fruit and strips of meat by hand and even allowing him sips of strong spiced wine. They played with Wanre's cock, laughing and lewdly joking about his impressive size whilst they waited for him to recuperate.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 17:02:18</strong>
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				She was thoroughly enjoying herself, his thrusting was welcomed. Her quivering and more forceful gyratations giving clue to her near climax, her moans and yelps were music though Wanre could not see her face face he could imagine it. The one on his face was either pleased with his attempts or was just very turned on by her partner as she was getting more vigorous as well. The one riding his cock's weight shifted she was leaning back... her hand grazed across his balls, her fingers may have well been electric the sensation was mind blowing but she continued further down and tugged at the cord... Oh Thank The Gods! She loosed it. Only a couple of thrusts later Wanre erupted into her sweet hole filling it with his seed. Upon his release he yelled into the other ones snatch wether it was that or the sight of her partner climaxing he wasn't sure but she also came, all over his face. He was soaked in her sex juices, when they both finally stood and he could see himself again, he was a mess. Covered in red marks from scratches, the rubbing of their armor, liquids of all types seemed to cover his chest and loins of course all came from his and their sex. <br><br>They spoke of his seed and began laughing about marrying one another and then giving birth to the child. Appearantly much of thier "break" was still available to them as they left and returned with food and drink even offering some to Wanre. He'd not had such good food in what seemed like ages and happily accepted everything they offered. even thier teasing of him was comforting in a way.<br>He thought it time to venture a question,"If I may? What do I call you? I know our mistress is of course Mistress or...Jabbress. But I know not what to call either of you besides beautiful and breathtaking."
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 19:01:44</strong>
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				<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>The two guardswomen laughed in an amused and good natured manner at Wanre's question.<br><br>"I am Mistress or Jabbress, she is Mistress or Jabbress." The slender dark skinned told him smiling widely. "All freewomen are Mistress or Jabbress to a slave. Even a pretty slave with a big cock."<br><br>"Hah, I am beautiful Jabbress." The blonde laughed, teasing Wanre. "She is breathtaking Jabbress. Now your beautiful Jabbress will ride your cock before our hour is all gone."<br><br>The Nubian prepared Wanre for her sister, grasping his cock and suckling it until it was fully erect. When Wanre was stiff again the blonde guardswoman mounted him urgently and rode him enthusiastically. Her darkskinned companion fondled his heavy balls as he was used.<br><br>The second guardswoman orgasmed after only a few minutes of grinding her cunt onto his shaft. She shuddered and called out as she climaxed and her sister kissed her open mouthed whilst she was in the throes of passion.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 19:29:31</strong>
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				Accepting thier answer he was tempted to ask another but was stopped by the declaration of being rode again. The dark skinned one's mouth felt as good as her cunt and he became erect quite quickly. The blonde's wet sex was equally magnificant. Surely he in heaven he thought, obviously the blonde had been on edge for quite sometime as she climaxed quickly on his shaft. Her partner massaging his balls while she was riding him was surely guaranteeing them another ejaculation from him. Watching them tongue each others mouths and feel up the other's breasts only furthered the urge.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 23:21:01</strong>
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				<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>The blonde, after resting for a minute or two with Wanre's cock still impaled to it's hilt within her, continued. This guard was the more muscular of the two, with heavy breasts unlike her slim dark sister. Using her powerful thighs she slid herself up and down on the slick shaft. She built up speed, her large breasts swinging wildly.<br><br>"Come for me pretty slave." The blonde growled at Wanre. "Empty your cock inside me."<br><br>"He came easily for me sister." The Nubian giggled. "Maybe he thinks I'm the most beautiful."<br><br>The slim dark guardswoman edged towards Wanre's head. Looming over him she kissed him fiercely and gnawed his lips hard enough to leave bruises.<br><br>"Empty your cock pretty one." Wanre was urged by the Nubian. "Fill my sister's cunt with your seed for me." 
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 15:54:50</strong>
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				Wanre was only happy to oblige thier requests she needed only to continue gyrating and bouncing on his cock a little bit longer. Her companion kissing and biting his lip was certainly helping too.<br><br>After a few more moments he shuddered hard, jerking his hips upward driving his cock deep into her cunt and spewing his load inside her.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 04:25:56</strong>
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				<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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin. l' qu'ellar d' Sumara rothe jabbress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 14:40:10</strong>
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				The two had finished with him and were prepping themselves to leave. Wanre was about to ask if they would be gracious enough to unbind his hands since he'd been laying on them since arriving here they had lost much feeling.<br>But before he could speak the Jabbress entered.<br>"I hope you enjoyed his cock, the pair of you." The Jabbress said. "I also hope you have not drained him dry. He has further service to perform."<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>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>"Such failure cannot go unpunished." The Jabbress stated. "Strip and take position on hands and knees."<br><br>Taking the opportunity while everyone was focused on the guard Wanre kicked up his legs and slipped his hands over them to place them in front of him. He sat up now placing his elbows on his knees and inspected the bindings, perhaps if he was alone and had a makeshift pry bar he could seperate the bands enough to slip his hands free but he had neother here at the moment so he was forced to wait, he really wanted to get clean, as fun as all this was everything was getting sticky and drying...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin. l' qu'ellar d' Sumara rothe jabbress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 19:19:03</strong>
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				<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>The Nubian did as she had been commanded, removing her armour to leave herself naked. She fell to the floor in front of Sumara on her hands and knees. Though her expression was stoic and she did not tremble, her eyes showed apprehension as she wondered what punishment her Jabbress intended to mete out upon her.<br><br>"Good." Sumara stated, when the nude guardwoman was in the desired position. "You, unbind the slave's hands."<br><br>This last command was directed at the second guardwoman. She nodded and accepted the key that Sumara held out to her. As she unlocked the manacles from around Wanre's wrists she raised an eyebrow when she discovered his hands were now in front of him, but she made no comment.<br><br>"Now listen to me carefully, Wanre was it not?" Sumara said, turning to the male slave. "I understand from your former master that you fairly recently enslave, that you were a free Nesstran."<br><br>"I want you to fuck this guard that shamed me as you would have when you were not a slave, understand?" Sumara continued. "Imagine she is some slave whore with whom you can be as rough and dominating to as you wish and fuck her accordingly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Takrin. l' qu'ellar d' Sumara rothe jabbress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 20:49:09</strong>
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				Nodding to the guard once his wrists were free at last. Wanre stood and rubbed his wrists for a moment. "My Jabbress, I do thank you for your offer and had it been nearer to the time when I had first been enslaved I would've been ready and happy to oblige as it is my years in servitude have not given me much chance to maintain the sexual stamina I once had so I regret to say that I am not physically capable of fulfilling your demand at this time." <br>Clearly she was stunned by being told no, no matter how eliquiently it was said. Taking the opportunity of the stunned silence Wanre continued, "Also I do not believe that the event was entirely precieved as a shameful act. While it is true that she lost hold of a slave there are many factors to consider. One it was rather hot today, it is possible that she lost grip to the slave being exceptionally sweaty and thus slippery. It's likely that while she could have overpowered him and caught him the risk of damaging him would have been greater as well. She may have considered that aspect and to keep her mistress from having to pay for a damaged slave she let him go knowing that the city guard would capture him easily enough." After this he crossed his ankles and bent at the waist lower his head to stare at his knees and held his arms out wide palms up.
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