Royal Market of Takrin
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				Title: <strong>Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 20:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs5/i/2004/293/6/f/Chain_Girl_by_Ferres.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Royal Market is the largest of its kind on the entire planet.&nbsp; Filled with the smells of cooking meats, the perfumes of exotic flowers and planets, and the mewls and growls of animals and slaves alike, the marketplace contains goods of all kinds for all.&nbsp; Here, slaves move from stall to stall to make deliveries, carry the packages of their Mistresses, or wait chained to a block waiting to be sold.&nbsp; The entire event is as lavish as a never-ending party, with the market never closing except for the Holy Days.<br><br>The numerous stalls contain colors of every kind, with common and tribal languages commonly spoken.&nbsp; Troops march and maintain order, catching thieves and often punishing them immediately.&nbsp; The marketplace leads right up to the Nei's Valshath (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=135878.0) to the west and the Streeatul (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=135879.0) to the east.&nbsp; To the north is the residential sector, and to the south, the spaceport and embassies.</span>
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 21:48:45</strong>
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				Attached to one of the heaby blocks was a young man in the nude with darkly tanned skin from living in the desert for most of his life.&nbsp; His long black hair concealingh is chest to a degree and his bangs concealing his eyes as he sat watching the passers-by from under the veil of hair had.&nbsp; His mother had sold him to the royal market almost a month ago and he hadn't been bought yet. Axyn was powerful, well-muscled but lean and tall; but he was also somewaht vicious about it and had tried to escape several times already. He didn't take damage easily either; it didn't keep him down for too long. "Great doomed to spend my friggin days here.." he growled to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyu</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 01:41:17</strong>
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				Elizabeth remained chained to a wall in the market, left like she was nothing although even royals knew of her. The child raised into slavery and thought everything there is to know about how to please anybody. She sighed looking down to the floor as another slave spoke, her eyes looked at him as he could not do anything but to make her smile. She was a rather attractive young woman, her breasts were medium size but perfect for grabbing and torturing as many males seemed to like. Still she haven’t been sold to anybody her price often being too high. However as a slave she was often rented to a man to please him sexually, or a woman as well she had them both. Her hair was very long and beautiful; it was the only thing she took very good care of and the thing that caused most impression about her.&nbsp; She took a long breath as she heard the others talking, as a slave she was never allowed to know the royal&nbsp; dialect it was only for those worthy enough to learn it. 
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 08:35:04</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 walked through the busy market area. Stalls selling spices, delicacies and goods from every corner of Takrin lined her route. A pair of her guards trailed her respectfully. Unlike her guards Sumara wore no armour on this occasion. A simple loincloth was her only clothing although henna marking upon her arms, legs and upper body gave the appearence that she wore more. A fencing blade hung at her hip, a long slim blade made of superior quality steel but lacking the ornate decoration that could be expected in a blade carried by a noble. She paid little interest to the general goods on sale, stopping only once or twice to peruse a stall.<br><br>Upon reaching the section of the market reserved for the trading of slaves Sumara grew more attentive to the goods on offer. Her practiced eye glided over the naked bodies of the men and women being sold. Traders called out to her, enticing her to come closer and sample their wares. She ignored their cries and offers, assuming a haughty demeanour that gave the impression that she considered herself a class above her fellow traders.<br><br>Reaching a stall towards the rear of the market Sumara at last spied some slaves that piqued her interest. Motioning her guards to stand watch the slaver approached the stall to inspect the goods more closely.<br><br>A young man and a girl caught her interest and she walked around the pair in inspection. They were smooth skinned and unmarked by the rigours of a slaves existance. The trader offering them for sale hovered at her side prattling obsequiously about the quality of his merchandise.<br><br>"Nindolen draa ph' l' er'griff bwaelen d' ssran dos inbal." Sumara snapped at the Nesstran trader.<br><br>As she expected the man looked blank at her use of the imperial tongue. She had used it only to impress upon the Nesstran that she was his better. She sighed as though his inability to speak the high tongue was a burden to her.<br><br>"These are the only goods that you have of any worth." Sumara repeated in common.<br><br>"Are they trained for the bedchamber?" She demanded. <br><br>When the slaver assured her that both were excellent companions, Sumara pursed her lips.<br><br>"I require proof of their skill before I will consider parting with coin." She insisted. "Have them fuck one another to convince me of your claim."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 14:02:59</strong>
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				Wanre's master was pathetic as a merchant. He had no skill for it, had the other merchants not said anything so many months, err years ago was years already... he wouldn't be in this predicament. <br>I should've killed him in his sleep while we were still on Nesstran, he thought.<br><br>Some high and mighty woman just walked through with a couple of guards at her back, which equaled money. Wanre's master started belting out his best lines but to no avail she wasn't here for goods. As she left the merchant got a wide eyed and determined expression, turning to Wanre, "You stay here! Do not move understood or I'll beat the life out of you!"<br><br>With that he turned and ran off after the woman trying to get her attention to sell his goods to her. Well, thought Wanre, this could be good; if he managed to sell something he'd be in a better mood and would leave him alone. If he was really lucky he would piss her off and she'd kill him on the spot. Then he might be able to go back home.
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 20:32:40</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>The Nesstran merchant looked surprised at Sumara's demand, but rallied quickly. Looking around at his stock of slaves, he came to a decision.<br><br>"Certainly great lady, your wish is my command." He obsequiously fawned in the common tongue.<br><br>"Axyn!" He snapped to gain the attention of one of his male slaves. "You are to fuck with that girl there."<br><br>The Nesstran slave merchant pointed to indicate which of the female slaves he meant. He stepped forward sorting through the keys on his belt to unlock the slave Axyn's fetters.<br><br>"One moment first." Sumara interrupted stepping forward.<br><br>The slave trader strode up to where the slave Axyn was shackled and tugged away the brief breechclout that covered his genitals. As if testing the ripeness of fruit on a market stall she weighed the slave's heavy testicles in her palm. Nodding, seemingly satisfied she shifted her grip to the shaft of the slave's penis. She gripped the flaccid flesh and slowly jerked her fist up and down the shaft a couple of times, watching closely for how quickly the slave grew to erection and by what measure his penis increased in length and girth.<br><br>"Great lady, great lady." A newcomer's voice interrupted her inspection. "Forget this second rate merchandise. I have better slave, Wanre, large cock, much strength."<br><br>Sumara could not believe her luck. Were these Nesstran's fools? Nothing was more certain to bring down the price than two merchants competing to sell her the same goods.<br><br>"Ph' nind oolos nindolen Nesstrans? Nind wa'tani whol uns'aa." Sumara commented to her guards, who chuckled in response.<br><br>She released her grip of the slave's cock, looking down at the response her manipulation had acheived.<br><br>"Carry on." She commanded the first merchant, stepping aside to allow him to unfetter the slave.
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 20:53:34</strong>
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				Axyn didn't react to the slaver's words other than a low rumbling growl. Cursing at him in broken imperial saying "fuck you swine." When the slaver went to undo the fetters he jerked suddenly actually pulling the pin ou ta little bit and almost slugged the man. His pride strong enough to make him resist being sold off like&nbsp; aside of beef. When Sumara grabbed him and tried to stimlate him he glared at her and grew erect fast enough; to a massive nearly 11" long and thick. "Tch.... " he grumbled and jerked again wanting to be free.<br><br>When the slaver undid his fetters, Axyn hit him with a blow strong enough to knock an ox out and began to make for an escape. "Not today!" he laughed and would attempt to bound away without fucking the female slave. Axyn would also bash one of Sumara's guards that tried to stop him in the side of the head enough to ring the guard's bell fairly good too.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 21:05:09</strong>
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				"Great lady," said the newly arrived merchant. "As you can see this piece trash is highly insubordinate why waste your precious time. Come with me I will show you my slave. He is a hard worker, stubborn, but I think that is merely because of the events that led to my possession of him." shaking his head briskly, "But I've wasted enough time talking come look see for yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 06:56:16</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>As soon as the Nesstran slave merchant unlocked the fetters binding the slave, the brute burst into enraged action. Sumara, who had already stepped aside to allow the merchant to unshackle his slave, rapidly took a further couple of steps from the unruly beast. Fluidly drawing her slim rapier, her blood quickened as she stood at the ready to defend herself. The slave though it seemed was fueled more by the mad inclination to to make an attempt for freedom in the heart of the royal market than to attempt to assault his propective purchaser.<br><br>Swearing in rage the slave struck his Nesstran master to the floor and turned to flee. One of Sumara's guards, caught by surprise, just as she had been herself by his sudden and unexpected violence made a clumsy attempt to grab the male as he bolted. A blow to her helmeted head sent her staggering. Sumara scowled in annoyance and waved back the second of the guards. She had parted with no coin, nor made a commitment to purchase. Let the Nesstran protect his own property, or the city guard deal with the disturbance.<br><br>"Imbecile!" She spat vehemently at the fallen Nesstran trader. "Is it slaves you trade or rabid dogs?"<br><br>"You!" She turned her attention to the guardswoman unfortunate enough to have been struck aside. "Do you seek to shame me with your incompetance? A mere unarmed male sends you reeling?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Sumara gestured angrily to the second of the offworld merchants.<br><br>"Very well, show me your wares." She snapped. "But after that display of Nesstran slave handling I am less than assured that your kind may have anything to offer save unmanageable beasts."
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 12:15:27</strong>
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				"Uh, uh of course Great Lady there shall be no problems." Pulling the control device for the collar out of his pocket and briskly walking ahead of his client the merchant made it to his stall first and had a moment to share a few words with Wanre in private. "You listen close you ungrateful curr I'm having to sell you to make a profit here and you had better behave or I'll shock you unconscious then beat you till your bones are powder. Understand?"<br>With a nod and an exaggerated sigh Wanre pushed the merchant aside and stood at attention as the woman walked up. Though he refused to bow in any form. The merchant in almost an after thought reaches over and releases the buckles on the large lifting belt Wanre wore for work. Revealing his manhood for all to see a flash of anger could be seen on his face, before the merchant could get far enough away Wanre dropped his forearm atop the merchants head. A small smile spread on his face as the merchant hit the ground but he remained put at attention waiting for whatever was next.&nbsp; Turning to the merchant, "You are pathetic as a merchant. You're here selling ores and then you suddenly want to sell your slave! You should've joined the army you'd be great cannon fodder." Turning to the lady, "Now then madam what may I do for you as I am I'm desperate need of a more competent employer." The merchant rises enraged, "You disrespectful son of a bitch!" Flicking the switch on his controller the collar around Wanre's neck comes to life. "AAAARRrrrggghhh!" Wanre drops to his knees in pain pulling at the collar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 22:04:39</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 allowed herself to be guided to the next merchant's stall. She smiled thinly when she saw that instead of slaves the stall sold ores. So this Nesstran was probably trying to offload his slave out of desperation, a fact that would probably mean she was in a position to drive a hard bargain. The fool clearly had a poor head for business, attempting to import ores to a planet comprising mostly of deserts and mountains. Still what more could be expected from a mere male, they clearly lacked the hormones necessary for astute planning.<br><br>The Nesstran was whispering privately to his slave when she entered. The words were meaningless to Sumara, but from the tone she deduced that they were most likely threats of some description. The slave was unfettered and stood smartly when she approached. An encouraging sign after the first Nesstran slave she had inspected. The trader pulled away the slaves belt to reveal his manhood.<br><br>The Takrin slave dealer maintained a neutral expression as she surveyed the slave's appendage, though as far as she could judge it's size when erect would be pleasing. It seems that to be so exposed angered the slave, his face creased into a scowl and he struck out with his forearm at his master. The Nesstran trader fell to the ground and an arguement ensued. Addressing Sumara directly, without being given leave to do so, the slave revealed his desperation to find a new owner. This discourse was abruptly terminated when the slave's shock collar was activated, sending him writhing to his knees.<br><br>Sumara felt a surge of pleasure and amusement as she watched the insolent wretch convulse and tear at the collar around his neck. Though sorely in need of breaking in, this slave was undoubtably pretty and had shown promise that if taught proper discipline he might be sufficiently tamed.<br><br>"An interesting device." Sumara commented to the Nesstran. "Perhaps not as reliable as a whip or rod, but I grant you it leaves the merchandise undamaged."<br><br>"I might be in the market for such a device." She said, feigning only casual interest. "The untrained slave is of little value in his present state, I might consider taking him off your hands as part of a package with the collar however."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 22:41:52</strong>
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				"The, the collar?" The merchant stammered out. "I promise he's a strong worker and, and he is normally better behaved but he's never really listened to me. That's why I had to buy the collar. It cost me most of my assets at the time I cannot part with it so easily." by now the cycle had ended on the collar and Wanre's writhing had stopped. <br><br>Slowly Wanre shook his head go his knees under him again and flexed all the fresh knots out of his muscles, the exertion of fighting with the collar left him drenched in sweat and the sand was clinging to him like a body suit on one side. Standing and flexing again he turns to the merchant and through gritted teeth, "One of these days you won't have that damned remote and then I'll snap your sniveling little motherless whore of a neck you have there." <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 23:08:26</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 gave an exaggerated sigh. Stepping close to the merchant she draped her arm across his shoulders in a comradely manner, suppressing a shudder of revulsion at lowering herself to make physical contact with such a specimen.<br><br>"I fail to follow your logic." She said as though talking to child. "If you genuinely wish to sell this creature then the collar will be of no use to you without a recalcitrant slave to wear it."<br><br>"If you were to sell the collar, then the slave would by all recent indication also be near enough worthless to you." She went on to point out. "Either way you will left with goods on your hands that were of no value to you, do you see my point?"<br><br>"An offer to take both from you at a mutually beneficial price is really your ideal option." Sumara concluded. "Of course if you are set in your mind, far be it from me to try to sway you. For what I might offer for the slave and collar combined I could undoubtably find a fully trained and broken slave and have no need of such a device."<br><br>Sumara eyed the slave and then gave the merchant a sly look.<br><br>"Still I must admit he is a pretty boy and adequately endowed." She said archly. "It does seem a waste that he isn't put to better purpose. Unless your tastes run in that direction?"
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				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 23:24:19</strong>
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				Axyn wouldn't get that far; there were city guards nearby that'd seen what happened and had quickly subdued him with a quick whack to the back, hard enough to stun him. They'd be seen dragging him back to the slaver he'd escaped from giving the man a stern warning about it. Saying he needed to take better care of his merchandise or there'd be consequences to pay; giving one warning and that was it.&nbsp; Soon Axyn would wake up finding himself chained back to the stone from before this time with a stronger chain and manacles. He'd growl and stared at the slaver sitting in the shade of his awning. "You bastard." he muttered. <br><br>The slaver would come over and kicked him in the stomach; making his keel over groaning. "You just ruined my chance to get rid of you!" He shouted. "Wouldn't you rather be some beautiful womans' plaything than baking in teh sun like this?!" the slaver shouted even louder at him, kicking him again.<br><br>"Hell no! I'd rather be free." Axyn said, curling to protect himself and being hit on the arms and shins instead.&nbsp; <br><br>"YOU DON"T HAVE A CHOICE." the slaver was saying. <br><br>Axyn grumbled and sat where he was muttering in imperial under his breath. 
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 23:26:02</strong>
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				Rather shocked by her last statement the merchant blurted out, "I most certainly do not!" Stepping away from the woman with an expression of insult across his face. <br>With a heavy sigh, "But I do see your point. Very well I'll take your offer. I can only hope you'll honor the agreement and as a sign of good faith I'll give you this now." Extending his hand put with the collar remote within, he hesitantly adds, "Don't let him kill me once you have it."<br><br>Wanre watched expectantly as the controller changed hands, waiting for the moment when he could repay the merchant for all the pain he had inflicted. If he didn't kill him he at least hoped to severely break something. 
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				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 04:03:58</strong>
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				"Rain, rain, rain oh rain down on my home. Let it rain down on my soul, my heart, oh Lady let it rain..." Ei'shya was singing the old SSinssrigg desert spiritual in a whisper, cheerfully feeling the rich fabrics and silks merchants had to sell. In the priestess's arms were two woven brown baskets: one of purchased goods, and the other with bread whom she gave to poor commoners begging while she spread the love of SSinssrigg. <br><br>She abruptly stopped, staring in shock and awe at the slaver, abusing the slave. While Ei'shya believed men were underneath women--after all, it was how things were!--she didn't believe such cruelty was necessary, although what could she do? Many slavers treated slaves this way. It was a fact of life. The most she could do is feed him.<br><br>"Good afternoon, sir," Ei'shya said in a cool, calmed, and collected voice. She smiled pleasantly. "A lovely day, is it not? Bless SSinssrigg! The slave looks hungry! Dear slaver, might I give the male a slice of bread?"<br><br>((This is to you, Snake, in case you didn't realize. :P))
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				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:20:14</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's lips pursed to suppress a smirk as she noted the slave's muscles bunching and his body tensing, his eyes were rivetted to the shock collar's controller as it passed from his old master to his new mistress. She momentarily considered delaying action to allow him to assault his former owner but dismissed the idea, there had been quite enough unruly behaviour from these Nesstran slaves already. As the slave began to move Sumara depressed the control that she had seen the male merchant use. The powerfully built Wanre was stopped in his tracks, falling to his knees once more as his body shuddered from the electric shocks.<br><br>"Bind him for transport." Sumara ordered her guards.<br><br>Whilst their employer settled her account with the Nesstran, the two guardswomen fell upon the twitching slave. The woman who had earlier been struck by the first Nesstran slave took obvious delight in her work despite the fact that this was not the slave that had assaulted her. Kneeing Wanre in the back she bore him to the ground and pinned him there with her weight, pulling his arms behind his back. Her colleague quickly bound the slaves wrists behind his back using a pair of stout manacles that hung from her belt. A thick leather hood was drawn over the man's head and buckled into place at the back. Covering the eyes and ears, but leaving the mouth uncovered the hood resembled a scaled up version of what might be used on a desert hawk.<br><br>Sumara concluded the transaction, the price paid less than she would have gladly paid for the collar alone. She inspected her new acquisition as her guards hauled him to his feet with a hand each beneath his arms. For a male he was impressively built, muscular yet fair of face.<br><br>Sumara unfastened a silk cord from around her hips. Looping one end, she slipped the noose over the male's genitals and tightened it so that his testicals and the root of his cock were tethered. Turning in the direction of her compound she gave her short leash a tug to compel Wanre to follow close at her heel. She walked through the market with her new property. The leash was short enough that reaching behind her she could fondle and caress the slave's genitalia as they journeyed. On occasion when she was forced to halt abruptly to allow foot traffic to clear, the blinded slave bumped into her back. Sumara took these occasions when his groin collided with her buttocks to brush the firm globes of her behind against the slaves loins. Thus his training had begun, his bondage and pain from the tugs Sumara gave to his leash being countered by the soft caress of her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 09:05:17</strong>
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				Pale blue eyes watch the rather ineffective displays shown by the two Nesstran slaves.&nbsp; Did they really think they would accomplish anything?&nbsp; Even if they did break free, then what, where would they go.&nbsp; All it really accomplished was to bring them pain and suffering.&nbsp; Delicate hand reaches up, to brush back strands of blond hair blown up from the dry wind.&nbsp; Did they not realize that they were slaves, that they had always been slaves, and would always be slaves?&nbsp; These..&nbsp; Nesstrans had rather odd ways it seemed.<br><br>Marteen sighs as the female leashes the one's genitals, wincing softly as she pulls on him.&nbsp; A collar about his neck, a chain connected to a cuff about his ankle that leads to a post.&nbsp; The only other adornments he had on were cuffs about his wrists and ankles.&nbsp; They were not locked together, such a thing was unnecessary, since he knew his place as property here.&nbsp; Still, these two Nesstrans were curious.&nbsp; They...&nbsp; were so different than anything he was used to.<br><br>Seeing the one being taken away, he shifts his attention to the other belligerent slave.&nbsp; A priestess, stopping to offer him some bread.&nbsp; A slight shake of the head, wondering why anyone would treat such a brute like that, but, it was hardly his place to question a female.&nbsp; He was a slave after all.&nbsp; What she did, with who, was for her to decide, and not for the likes of him to say otherwise.&nbsp; Still, a soft rumble of his stomach reminds him, it had been while since he&nbsp; last ate.&nbsp; He would just have to wait until the next feeding.&nbsp; So, Marteen watches, and waits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 16:04:52</strong>
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				Even as the remote passed hands the woman immediately dicharged the collar preventing his retribution, she must have noticed his readying to strike... if she could see that then... perhaps she might be worth paying attention to. As he writhed in pain he was bound and hooded, the manacles he could've handled but the hood was a bit much and he became irritated but after being stood up he felt something about his cock, a cord of some sort it was soft and smooth but once tightened it dug in and certainly did its job. He had no choice but to follow, he could hear the crowds as they walked stopping every so often he assumed to let the larger crowds pass. Being blinded caused him to walk into his new master each time he expected to be beaten or shocked for it but instead, she would rub up on him pressing her ass against his member and gently rubbing it. <br>As if it wasn't bad enough that the cord cut off the circulation to his cock and all the blood remained there, keeping it engorged, the teasing of his master made it throb just that much more and while he was slowly able to gauge when they were stopping so that he did not stumble into her as forcefully as before he couldn't help but try to purposely keep walking into her so that the teasing could continue. The fact that he couldn't see it all happen and relied souly on feel just amplified it all that much more.<br><br>He knew it may get him beaten but he felt compelled to speak to his new master, "<strong>Zhe, Zhennu Jabbress. Evagna uns'aa</strong> for <strong>telanthaad</strong> out of <strong>shar'tleg</strong> but, I wish to <strong>bel'la dos</strong> for taking me from that <strong>kl'eril nesst.</strong>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 19:59:33</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 took her time passing through the royal market towards her compound. Instead of returning directly with her purchase, she wandered the narrow lanes of market stalls and browsed the goods and slaves being offered for sale in case anything more caught her eye.<br><br>Wanre had responded admirably to the caress of her skilled fingers and the contact of her ripe buttocks on his cock. His engorged phallus reared from his loins, bobbing to and fro as he was blindly led behind her. Sumara felt herself moistening as her thoughts dwelt on the impressive male appendage. Her good spirits were further lifted by the envious looks she was receiving from some of the passersby.<br><br>As the slave trader perused the stall of a jeweller, inspecting some bejewelled torques and bracers with one hand whilst stroking Wanre's erect shaft with the other, the slave suddenly spoke out. With the male's atrocious Nesstran accent it took Sumara a moment to recognise the mangled imperial tongue. She raised an eyebrow and then laughed gaily as her purchase addressed her as great misstress and thanked her for purchasing him.<br><br>"So you speak a little of the civilised tongue?" She replied in common, knowing that though muffled she could still be heard through the slave hood. "Well you might thank me pretty one. As my possession you will have certain chores that I'd warrant you will find far from unpleasant."<br><br>As if to make her meaning perfectly clear, Sumara's fingers circled the slave's cock just below the swollen glans. The ball of her thumb slid over the smooth head of his cocktip, massaging the sensitive flesh. Her body too was responding to the constant teasing. She could feel the heat and dampness of her sex, eager to taste the flesh she had procured.<br><br>"Have you ever been used by a free Takrin woman slave?" She asked him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 20:21:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Trying desperately to stifle a moan Wanre was thankful of the hood for the moment as his eyes were rolling into the back his head. The heat from her hand alone was beginning to take its toll, and the massaging of his head was near unbareable, he was sure that is this continued to much longer he erupt in the middle of the street.<br><br>"<strong>Nau, zhennu jabbress</strong> I <strong>inbal naut</strong> felt the, the <strong>xta'rl</strong> of any <strong>j'nesst</strong> in many years."<br><br>The teasing was becoming to much, the pleasure of the touch was beginning to affect his knees and legs, as much as he tried to stay still as he assumed was required he wobbled and shuffled ever so slightly where he stood it felt as the very sand was shifting beneath him daring him to try and stay in one place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 20:43:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slaver stopped kicking Axyn long enough to look over at the priestess and sighed, waving a hand dismissively. He hated dealing with these people but he couldn't leave until he got rid of at least this pain in the ass he'd been dealing with. Hell he was even putting it up for a discounted price now; but due to Axyn's belligerent disregard for the proper behavior for slaves; he was a hard sell. But he did respond to the odd act of compassion by uncurling his body some and stared at the priestess for a moment in amazement. <br><br>The slaver sighed. "go ahead, though I won' tbe responsible if he hits you too." He said, going back under his awning.<br><br>Axyn didn't question it if she offered it to him he'd take it up. "Uhm..thanks?" he muttered. Unsure what to do now. He'd Never once been approached with any kind of kindess. These imperials treated him like little mroe than a beast so that's how he acted toward them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 23:33:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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><br>A drop of precum oozed from the slit of Wanre's cocktip and Sumara spread the creamy fluid with her thumb to coat the bulbous purple cockhead. She smirked as the slave replied to her enquiry, his Nesstran accent sounding incongrous with the speech of civilised females.<br><br>So the slave had not been coupled by a woman in many years. Sumara reluctantly released her grip of his cock, if he had been untouched for as long as he attested then her manipulation might empty his sack prematurely. She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the sheen of his precum from her thumb. It was rich and salty, it's taste pleasing to her. If his seed took root as good as it tasted he would be an asset to her house.<br><br>The slaver recommenced her journey, tugging on the silken leash to bring Wanre to heel. The want of her loins needed to be addressed and she no longer dawdled by the stalls. The slave dealer, her guardswomen and the purchase were soon exiting the market onto the street where Sumara's compound stood.<br><br>Sumara and Wanre continue here;<br>&nbsp;http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136475.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136475.0)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 17:22:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ei'shya knelt down so she was eye level with Axyn, pulling out a loaf of warm, fresh bread from her basket. "Here you go. What is your name?" The slave was a curious thing: he looked to be as devious as a fox and as stubborn as a mule. Ei'shya had a feeling he might retaliate and perhaps harm her--according to the slaver, at least--but he looked hungry.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:11:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Axyn wouldn't retaliate against her for what she was doing; it just confused him mightily. The slaver had gotten hit mroe than once because he kept treating Axyn like he was some sort of farm animal or something like that. It made him mad; he wanted to be free sure but being treated like garbage was worse than being treated like a side of beef.&nbsp; He accepted it from her and took a huge bite out of the load of bread and watched her almos tlike a jackal on a kill, like he wasn't going to let her take it back.&nbsp; "Axyn...why?" he asked her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:16:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm just wondering." Ei'shya smiled. "Ah, SSinssrigg has blessed you greatly with such a member. You are valuable indeed." The priestess stood, wiping off her silks. "My name is Ei'shya. It's only courteous to return my name."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:18:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Some people don't think so." Axyn said and shook his head. "Nobody blessed me with anything it's just the way I was born." he grumbled some and watched her for a moment. "Well its' a nice name." He complimented her; suddenly feeling like trying to get along with this woman. AT least she seemed gentle enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:22:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				How unfortunate! The poor soul does not pray to the great goddess! The priestess was shocked; no wonder he is lost--he has not embraced SSinssrigg which must be why he rebels. "Ah, but you have been! You are alive, yes?" Ei'shya smiled. "The lovely Nei has allowed for you all to live in our society!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:42:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not by choice!" Axyn said. "I'm here because my mother was a greedy little..." he stopped before hurling more insulting curses in the presence of the priestess. "I'd rather be dead than a slave. I never asked for this life; it was forced on me entirely." Axyn muttered.&nbsp; "Lovely Nei? Pah I don't know that myself. I judge people based on what I see and experience and so far .." He trailed off.&nbsp; "I guess I have been blessed then." Axyn changed gears again deicidng to go with her analysis. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:48:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lu'oh mzilt zhah uk? Usstan ssinssrin ukta," she said to the slaver, her tone much less gentle and more forceful. It was how one speaks to merchants and slavers. Otherwise, they'd step all over the customer, and Ei'shya had no intentions of that happening to her. Snorting when the slaver didn't understand, she translated it. "I asked you how much Axyn is. He looks valuable, and he would make a good servant to my fellow priestesses."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:53:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slaver sighed and waved a hand at it. "Cheap price since I can't leave this blasted rock until I get rid of him..." He said and quoted a fair but a slightly high price. He wanted out but didn't want to end up losig possible profit. That wasn't in the nature of any slaver. Axyn just sighed; at least a plaything of priestesses didn't sound so bad. At least he wouldn't have to sit in the sun all day.&nbsp; "I don't have any real way for you to control him other than those chains he's attached to. I don't believe in coddling slaves that cause that much trouble." the slaver said in a mutter.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 19:58:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, why not? I'm one of the only priestesses without a slave." It wouldn't be so bad having a plaything. Ei'shya wasn't interested in falling in love and reproducing. Simple as that. And men were toys. "Here." She handed him the amount specified. With Axyn's member, it should have been much higher. On the other hand, Ei'shya couldn't help but chuckle. Was his attitude so bad that the slaver had to lower the price on such a slave?<br><br>Interesting.<br><br>"Alright, Axyn," Ei'shya said gently. "I hope you don't mind, but I must test your manhood to see if it's really worth the price I paid for."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:10:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The slaver made a wave to one of his guards to unhook the slave from the rock he was chained to and would hand it to her. Axyn sighed at that. "Then do it. Everyone else that passed by here has." he said to her, he didn't expect love or attachment; fucking pipedreams- that's all they were. He certainly didn't look like he was just goign to roll over and behave though; and for a moment lookedlike he's try to escape again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:15:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ei'shya nodded, gripping the base of his cock and rubbing the head with her thumb. Her lithe fingers stroked it gently--not harshly; she didn't want to make him uncomfortable or cause any pain by accident. It wasn't in her nature to dominate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:36:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Axyn just twitched a bit as she did, finding he was responsive to touch like that. He could look at beautiful women all day and never once get an erection but the moment they touched it; that all changed. HE flushed a bit as his phallus began to stiffen out to it's full flagpole-like length. Swelling up and ready to be used, the entire package had. "this is so embarrassing..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:42:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I apologize." Ei'shya pulled away, touching his shoulder lightly. "Would you like to do this in private? Lead me somewhere."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:48:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Just go ahead and do it here. Might as well get used to it. You're the one in the lead here." Axyn said looking at her straight on. "I'll follow you if you want to go someone more private."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 20:52:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Come, then. Follow." Ei'shya turned on her heels, the silk around her waist twirling with her elegantly. She led her new slave to the edge of the marketplace, a fairly old and unoccupied area behind a building. It was shady and deserted. "Now, then." The priestress wrapped her hand around him, teasing and stroking, mostly focusing on the flared head. So far so good. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:02:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blushed darker and grit his teeth together to avoid making too much noise as she stroked and teased his rigid phallus. But he lookedl ike he could hold it for a while but he was twitching under her touch. "Are all your sister priestesses goign to want to to dthat too?" he asked her; wanting to know what to look foward to at least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:06:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That would depend on the priestess. Some aren't very keen on men at all." Her grip was harder and by this point she was pumping him, although slowly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:08:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shuddered at that and groaned faintly in pleasure as she kept pumping him with her hand. Soon building up to a bit of thrusting through her hand. "Well Isuppose that's a good thing.." he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:12:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh?" Ei'shya gazed up, curious. "Why is that?" She began to use both hands on him, pressing her body against his. <em>How nice to finally own a man!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:30:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered a bit and grew harder and throbbed more and more in her hands. He hadn't been permitted to cum in more than a month and was biologically desperate to. Lots of teasing and fondling but never been allowed to simply climax. It was cruel and unusual punishment for a man to suffer.&nbsp; "At least they aren't rough." He answered her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:36:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That is because I do not do labor." Her gaze towards him was serene. "Ah, let me see this as well." One hand rubbed his balls, hoping to stimulate him more. "You are very well-endowed, Axyn. To say you are not blessed is a lie."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:40:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sucked in some air as she played with his heavy danglers and shuddered. "I've never thought of myself as blessed." he said to her and suddenly spasmed, spraying her hand, arm and lower bdy with his thick gooey seed. In volley after volley he shot his semen onto the priestess' body and grunted. "Ngh." he let out, shuddering still paralyzed by teh sudden flood of hormones as he came on her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:44:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aah!" Ei'shya was quite surprised. He wasn't just valuable--he was a damn prize! And her, a normal priestess, got him! "Oh, my. I bet you're relieved. And it seems that everything is working properly."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:48:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He looked at her and sighed in contentment to a degree. "I haven't been permitted to do that in more than a month." He let out spurting one last time, covering her lower stomach in thick sperm. "There was a reason to assume that it wasnt'?" he asked her with a quirked brow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:52:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I've heard stories of well-endowed man-slaves being sold to women at a cheap price and it turns out they can't get erections or orgasm." Ei'shya shrugged and rubbed his semen off of both him and herself with cloth. "As soon as we return home, you'll have to wash this. Until then, I still have groceries to buy."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:56:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That was the one downside of this "job" was that he'd be stuck cleaning it up later; reason why to keep it clean to start with. Always spurt it inside or somewhere that would be easy to dispose of it all. No clue, no trace, nobody would know- and maybe that was the point? "Fine." he said and carried it with him so she wouldn'tbe seen with it and went along with her. To serve a porter for the time being.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 22:03:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Thus, Ei'shya, walking in front of Axyn, paced through the marketplace until she was tired.<br><br>"I think it's almost time to head inside," she said, worried the heat was getting too intense.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 00:50:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div><br>Khalida knelt serenely in the market, seemingly oblivious to all the bustle and commotion going on around her. She knelt in the slave's display posture, her knees wide apart with her arms behind her back thrusting out her chest. The long and wavy, jet black hair hung over her shoulders and brushed the upper slopes of her amply rounded breasts. Where once armoured vembraces and bracers had clad her shins and wrists, now only slender bracelets hung with delicate silver bells were worn. Matching the ornaments on her wrists and ankles a belt of the same tiny bells encircled her flaring hips. To her right ankle bracelet a thin chain was attached, so thin and fragile was the chain that it was merely ornamental, able to be snapped with ease if she had so desired. The message was clear, that this slave would not break her bonds.<br><br>Nearby a small group of strolling players struck up a tune. The beating drums and melodic pipes started into the well known Takrin favourite; Dance of the desert slave.<br><br>A smile spread across Khalida's full and sensuous mouth. She turned her head to look at the slave mistress tending the stall and raised her chin slightly with a look of longing in her eyes.<br><br>"Aah, of course little one." The Takrin slaver replied, as though Khalida had voiced a question. "Dance."<br><br>With one graceful and fluid movement Khalida rose from her knees to standing with a tinkle of bells. She was still for a moment and then her foot began to tap the sand to the beat of the drum, making the bells of her anklet ring in time to the music. Becoming swept up by the beat of the ancient tune Khalida began to stamp the ground with each foot in turn, her pelvis thrusting forward to display her dark bald pudenda. The slave's hips began to twitch and rotate, making her belled belt ring out. The dance gradually became more energetic as the tempo of the music increased, her firm and generous breasts bounced delightfully as she moved. Faster and faster the ripe slavegirl shook her hips and stamped her feet, the silver bells pealing. Her tanned and muscled thighs spread, giving the onlookers a good look at her fleshy labia, darkened with henna to stand out clearly on her sunkissed skin.<br><br>The slave was moving with dizzying speed now as the tune neared it's climax, her hips thrusting and her stamping feet never missing a beat. With her whole nubile body in motion, the beat's tempo raced to a conclusion and ended with an abrupt suddeness. Khalida fell to the ground with perfect timing as the music ceased, as though she were a puppet with the strings cut. Her legs bent beneath her and she splayed her knees wide and arched backward, thrusting her sex upwards as though in invitation. Her dark netherlips parted slightly, giving a glimpse of pink wet flesh within. The slave remained frozen in this position for several seconds, panting from her exertion and her magnificent breasts heaving. Then she knelt back up and assumed the display posture once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 00:58:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ei'shya stopped and watched the mysterious slave of the desert dance to the traditional Takrin music. She was in awe of her ability to dance so graciously and perfectly. <br><br><em>"Ah, dosst rothe 'udtila natha ssin'urn emp'poss, micamer,</em>" the priestess told the slaver woman at the stall, leading Axyn in by the arm.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 15:23:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kahlus smiled as he walked in the market after yet another successful trading trip. He had managed to get some rare spices and a lot of money for the gems and spices that the Nesstren had in abundance. All he had to do now is to obtain two slaves, one as a tribute to the prince of the Nesstren, who unknown to most was quite well known to him. The Prince's bodyguards, at least one of them is one of his uncles and he heard that the prince was planning to go to Takrin to obtain a slave on his own. It was a good idea to be well connected to the royalty, he thought.<br><br>Once he reached the slave area of the market, he was intrigued by a dancer that was not only beautiful, but also dances quite beautifully. He was a bit surprised when he saw a&nbsp; priestess of Ssinringg with a slave talking to the slaver that held the girl, and he assumed she wanted to obtain her. That was to be avoided as he quickly walked up and then gave a polite bow towards the priestess befitting her station before speaking.<br><br>"Vedui', malla Yathrin d' Ssinringg, Usstan kestal dos inbal natha ula tangi, lu' l' dumoasen d' Ssinringg orn'la overflow ulu dos lu' dosst entire household."&nbsp; His tone was polite and respectful, and he had a friendly smile on his face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 16:14:55</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div><br>Khalida knelt in her display posture as her breathing slowly returned to normal. As always her dancing had aroused her. Her henna painted netherlips gaped slightly and Khalida felt a bead of moisture seep from her aroused sex and trickle down the crease of her labia. <br><br>Her dance seemed to have attracted attention, as she had hoped. She silently prayed to Ssinringg that those that entered her mistress's stall were wealthy potential buyers. Though she was placed for sale, Khalida had served her Mistress for almost three years now and loved her dearly as was fitting for a slave. When she had first been collared by her mistress, she was a defeated warrior and her mistress one of the Nei's victorious guardswomen.<br><br>Over three years of service Khalida had been molded by her mistress into an obediant pleasureslave. She had become skilled in the arts of pleasuring her mistress and any man or woman her mistress saw fit to give her to. Only the fact that her mistress had recently entered a partnership with another and the woman had demanded her sale had brought her to the slave market. Khalida would of course serve her mistress dutifully to the end, behaving as a slave should to attain as high a price as possible for her mistress.<br><br>Khalida kept her head bowed in submission as people approached. From beneath the fringe of her long dark hair she glimpsed a woman in the garb of a priestess with a male slave in tow. A male also approached, from his abundance of clothing Khalida guessed he was Nesstran.<br><br>The priestess spoke to Khalida's mistress in the imperial language. As a tribal warrior and then a slave, Khalida had little understanding of the noble tongue. She recognised the word for slave easily enough though and her heart leapt to know she was being discussed. Would her mistress be offered a handsome price she wondered.<br><br>The Nesstran spoke next, also using imperial, but besides the formal greeting to a priestess of Ssinringg Khalida could not understand his words. Were they both interested in her purchase she wondered?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 17:38:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>The morning after the princes arrival on the planet.</strong><br><br>Prince Vakarius of the Nesstern had found sometime to himself after all the festivities at the palace and was now on his way to meet a contact of his that he had meet a few months back. One of his personal guad was kin to the man and as Nesstern people were, everybody wanted favor from the Royal family. They had the power, the wealth, and the military had their full disposal. The merchant known as Kahlus had contacted him through a private channel during his travel to the planet asking to meet him at his leisure to discuss a business venture.<br><br>However this side trip also allowed him to see the markets in their full glory and not just a view from the air like in his shuttle. The hustle of daily life in the area that he had seen from the air seemed to slow to a crawl with his arrival, most of the Nesstern slavers and traders had never seen a member of the Royal family much less the heir to the throne. Even the Takrin women found themselves giving him strange looks as he walked past, to see a man in such rich fabric and armor, and not wearing a traditional turban and coverings marked Vakarius as a stranger. But as all merchants and slavers knew he was not One to be ignored, not with how a Royals access to the royal vaults. Some of the deepest pockets in the universe was now walking into the market.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 18:02:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The priestess smiled broadly, surprised that a nobleman would decide to speak to her. Of course, Ei'shya figured he wanted the slave girl for his own. Inwardly, she laughed. Ei'shya really only needed one or two slaves, and Axyn was enough. <em>"Bel'la dos, dos ph' ves rnahm. Usstan tlun zhaunus SSinssrigg sanwttdden harl pholor dos. Compassion zhah natha zhennu virtue ulu inbal."</em> Her gaze turned a tad mischievous. "<em>Drill dos ph' er'griff haska ulu uns'aa ulu weed doeb l' rothe's competition. Usstan orn'la tlu mzild concerned bauth l' byrren. Naut natha yathrin."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 00:36:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kahlus&nbsp; smiled as he heard the Priestess's words and he shook his head before saying. "Nindel xal tlu seke, malla yathrin... drill Usstan sincerely hass'l vel'bol Usstan telanth. While Usstan xun naut profess ulu inbal natha devout onhir d' Ssinringg, Usstan tlun biu pahntar minded person lu' Usstan xun ortelanth ulu ilta foldraevals. P'luin jal, ssinssrigg zhah folbol nindel zhah bronretla zhah ol naut?"<br><br>He then paused for a moment before he continued. "Usstan xal tlu ghil ulu lor whol natha rothe d' ussta ehmtu, drill nindol suliss'urn an'ar zhah naut ilta... il zhah wun ywrazz natha tribute ulu l' malla qu'ess d' ussta lodias. Uss d' ukt personal kyorl zhah biu ilninuk d' usst, lu' ol zhah er'griff ditronw ulu gultah phor folt natha iiyola ulu l' qu'ess. L' i'dol il lil'aluren ji ssin'urne... l' qu'ess orn saph ilta Usstan talinth."<br><br>He then bowed politely and said to her. "Usstan kestal Ssinringg 'udtila naut shar biu colnbluth ortelanthin ulu ilta... 'udtila il Malla Yathrin?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 04:18:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ei'shya smiled. He is certainly polite. "Naut a jal. Lu' dos xal lar uns'aa Ei'shya. Xal Usstan inbal dosst kaas?" She switched to the common language. "SSinssrigg will allow all to pray to her!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 07:19:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashul bowed and said to her with a smile. "Al tha, Yathrin Ei'shya... ol zhah biu bel'la ulu thalra dos. Ussta kaas zhah Kashul Aramas. Usstan tlun natha prominent trader d' pes'cisen, zzil lu' exotic euolen amongst l' Nesstren. Usstan tlun nau sil'in, drill Usstan tlun fluent wun l' Valsharen ooble' due ulu fol self erkd'fe nindel Usstan ssiggrin xal tlu useful. Dosst lodias ph' p'luin jal bwael trading partners ulu uns'aa, p'luin jal."<br><br>He then nodded and said. "Usstan bel'la dos whol nindyn wiles, Malla Yathrin... tesso uns'aa... 'udtila Ssinringg inbal mzil jaluk worshippers 'zil al? Lu' Usstan tlun curious 'zil ulu lu'oh ulu onhir ilta properly. Usstan tlun p'luin jal slightly unfamiliar xuil ol." The last part was said with a mildly curious tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 07:43:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				How curious. Kashul was asking many questions about her profession--she was glad he was curious, but she had never before met a man who cared. Why was this so? Ei'shya was suspicious of him. "Ortelanthin ulu ilta statues, ortelanthin, xor wun extreme cases, l'thi or'shansene ph' jal i'dollen ulu onhir l' quar'valsharessen. Ele xun dos brorn?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 11:10:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashul listened raptly to her words and nodded before saying. "Usstan kyorl... bel'la dos whol l' information, malla yathrin. Usstan kestal dos xun naut satiir offended a ussta curiosity. Usstan tlun merely morfelith zhaunus nindel Usstan xun naut offend l' zhennu quar'valsharess Ssinringg wun ussta ortelassan ulu ilta, xor wun l' i'dol Usstan ortelanth ulu ilta. Ol orn'la naut xun whol uns'aa tlu subject ulu ilta jusron p'wal d' ussta maav'at, orn'la ol naut?" <br><br>His tone was polite, and genuinely thankful while slightly apologetic as he spoke to the priestess in front of him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 18:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hm... but of course. I understand," she said in common, losing her guard. "I'm taking Nesstren is your home?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 19:49:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Axyn had stuck with the priestess and kept quiet while she was speaking. He didn't get any of it really; he was only aware of when he was being shouted at or insulted in that language. HE didn't seem too bothered by the sunlight, his tanned skin protecting him enough from it; but he was a little bored. But didn't say anything about that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 19:56:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ah, this heat is really beginning to sear me!" Ei'shya fanned herself. "It was wonderful meeting you, Kashul. I am sure SSinssrigg will assist you on your journey to her grace. But I'm afraid the heat is too much for me today." The priestess nodded to Axyn, walking off. "Axyn, why don't you tell me about your past?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:06:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Axyn shrugged to her and looked around a bit for a way to block that sunlight from her but didn't find anything and kept going. "What's there to tell really." he asked. "I was born amongst the tribal clans out there and lived like anyone else... that is until my mother got it in her head that she could get a better status by selling me into this life of a slave." He said to her as they went along.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:10:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ei'shya looked at Axyl, shocked. It was amazing how cruel some women are. She shook her head. "That... that is truly terrible. I am sorry. I hope I can make you as comfortable as possible." She grinned; a sudden mischievous twinkle in her eyes appeared.<br><br>"You'll still have to work for your housing, of course."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:15:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Somehow, someway the thought of "working" with her was giving him another erection quite noticeably. He did legitimately find her physically attractive and his big dick was showing it. He actually felt like he was embarrassed at that; he'd never actually gotten stiff from his own fantasies at least not in the last couple years.&nbsp; "Well what type of work?" he asked.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:26:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Cooking--at least, if you can. I'm sure some of the priestesses can show you how. Cleaning. The desert sands blow inside often." Ei'shya faced him, surprised at his erection. "Maybe you'll work with me..." she murmured slyly, rubbing his slit with her thumb.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:38:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He twitched a bit and looked at her. "I can pick up how to cook easily enough; I've had to live off stuff most people don't consider to be edible in the past because of that slaver." He said. "So it might need a little refining." Axyn pointed out. "And Cleaning is easy, even easier if you close the doors and windows on the windblown side of the building." He sighed as if that was obvious. When she thumbed his organ he shifted again. "Can you blame me though?" he asked, meaning that. "you're a beautiful woman..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:43:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The priestess blushed, laughing. "You are one of a kind! SSinssrigg bless you!" Ei'shya turned around. "Unhook my top, if you may."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:11:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not in this sunlight.." Axyn said but went ahead and did it anyway with deft fingers but kind of backed off after that. "You're just goign to burn more easily." he said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:17:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then let us go into the shade," Ei'shya murmured, removing her underwear. She pulled Axyn right behind her so her bare ass rubbed against his erection.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:19:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could grasp what she was getting at fairly quickly and blinked a few times. "There is no shade out here. We're better off just going back to the temple or wherever it is you call home." He said to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:25:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ei'shya pulled him under an unused canopy which looked to have been abandoned for the day. "We stay here for now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:40:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Axyn blinked at that and looked at her and would remain standing relieved to be under some kind of shade. But he wsa still blushigns ome with his large erection rubbing against her rump still.&nbsp; "alright."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:44:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Home is quite a walk aways, so I believe it'll be best if we stay here until sunset." Ei'shya leaned closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 21:58:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Axyn thought about that. Sunset meant that it'd just get colder rather suddenly and you could probablyf reeze if you weren't careful about it. "I can carry you there if you want to give me directions." he said to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Selana</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 22:10:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Why don't we just relax? It has been a harsh day for you, SSinssrigg forbid." She giggled and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Think of it as a housewarming present." She pumped his erection, rubbing her now-dripping sex against his thigh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Snake</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 22:19:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He shivered as she rubbed herself agaisnt him like that and blinked. "I've never had one of those so pardon me if I dont' know the formal response to it." he laughed, starting to blush again at that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GloomCookie</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 01:57:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">*pops in OOC* Hey um, Selana, Snake, please take this to PM if you're going to do one liners and just copy/paste the transcript when you're done.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 02:11:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kashul nodded and then said to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, honored priestess... may the love of the goddess overflow bountifully from you to your household and beyond." He then turned to the slaver that held the dancing woman and said. "Ditronw t'yin... 'zil Usstan said earlier, Usstan tlun interested wun purchasing nindol ssin'urn salkin ligrr tlu natha tribute ulu ussta senger lu' qu'ess."<br><br>He paused for a moment before saying. "Xal Usstan joros, vel'bol zhah l' kaas d' nindol suliss'urn 'anon, lu' lu'oh mzilt zhah il ssran?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 03:49:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Her name is Khalida, sir." The slave's mistress informed the Nesstran.<br><br>"A former desert warrior, spirited and fierce. But as you see, now fully broken to her collar and obediant." The woman explained. "This training represents a considerable investment of my time and labour. Her price is high sir, but see what your coin may purchase. Is she not as an exquisite a slave as any you have cast your eye upon? Her grace at dancing and skill at pleasuring are unsurpassed."<br><br>The woman quoted a figure, an incredibly high amount even for a pleasure slave in anticipation of being haggled down to a more realistic figure.<br><br>"Feel free to inspect the goods sir." She offered. "See for yourself how ripe and compliant my pretty Khalida is. The only fire that still burns within her is reserved solely for her dancing and lovemaking."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 04:02:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Khalida, eh?" Kahlus said to the slaver as he stepped forward and then smiled softly. "That may be true that a slave that is already trained, let alone knowing such a variety of skills does indeed fetch a higher price than one that is untrained. And if what you say is true, then she is indeed a rare find and a very suitable tribute to my prince."<br><br>He then paused for a moment and said. "Are you sure the price is right? But I will do as you ask." He then stepped forward and gently cupped the slave's breasts in his palms, caressing and fondling them... rubbing her nipples gently with his thumbs. He then looked at her for a moment before he withdrew and said. "I think for such a beautiful young flower.... 20 000 would suffice. It is higher than what I normally hand out... but as you say she is an exquisite young thing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 04:43:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>Khalida had knelt obediantly as the Nesstran and the priestess conversed. She had understood only the occasional word of their conversation. Eventually the priestess had left and the male merchant had expressed an interest in purchasing Khalida from her mistress. Khalida did not react at all when her body was offered for inspection, how else was a buyer expected to assess the worth of her? She was amazed however when she heard the Nesstran comment that he sought her not for himself, but as a gift for a prince.<br><br>The merchant cupped Khalida's large breasts, weighing them with his palms and assessing for himself how firm and ripe her flesh was. Though she remained silent her mouth opened and she breathed heavily as his thumbs rolled her long stiff nipples and sent jolts of pleasure through her sensitive teats.<br><br>The man seemed satisfied with her, quoting a price of 20,000 credits. This seemed like a fortune to Khalida and she secretly glowed with happiness that her sale would enrich her mistress.<br><br>Khalida's mistress paused but a moment, perhaps surprised that the Nesstran had not sought to beat her price down further. Feigning reluctance she agreed to his offer, spitting onto her palm and holding out her hand to shake and seal the deal.<br><br>The slavegirl wondered what it would be like to be owned by a male. She had lain with them occasionally for the amusement and entertainment of her mistress and had been schooled in the art of bringing them pleasure. Perhaps her life would be easier, being a possession of the weaker sex?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 04:55:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kahlus smiled as the woman spit on her own hand, and he did the same, and shook her and in the sign of agreement of their deal. He then said to the slaver in a polite manner. "Xal bwael tidings lu' u'nef orn tlu zuch tlu xuil dos lu' dosst household, fellow trader... lu' l' dumoasen d'lil quar'valsharessen tlu xuil dos lu' whomever resides wun dosst household. Usstan ortelanth nindel l' greater yornen orn zuch lor pholor dos xuil elamshinae, lu' sila bountiful riches ulu dosst clan."<br><br>Once he was finished, he took the girl's leash in hand and said gently to the girl. "Come Khalida... I am going to purchase another girl for my own... and let you meet your Master. The Prince is a good man... and if you please him well... you will never want for anything. But before that... let me ask you something. Where do you come from, beautiful one? How did you end up becoming a slave?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 05:34:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>"lu' xal dos neitar ssinssrin whol niar." Khalida's mistress replied to the Nesstran as she shook his hand and sealed the deal. "xal dosst rothe sila dos lilbh'iahin."<br><br>As simply as that Khalida was traded from mistress to master and her new owner leashed his property by her slave collar. As she was led away Khalida dared a glance over her shoulder, her former mistress was counting her coin and looking pleased.<br><br>The Nesstran spoke in common, most probably realising that Khalida was unlikely to understand much of the noble tongue. It seemed that he was intending to purchase another slave. The man spoke in glowing terms of his prince. Khalida found it puzzling that a mere male might hold a position of rank and importance, but her knowledge of Nesstrans was scant and she held her tongue.<br><br>When her master questioned Khalida on her origins, she frowned slightly. It seemed so long since she had been uncollared that she had to think a moment to recall her previous life.<br><br>"Master, I come from the great desert." She said quietly. "In my youth I was a warrior and to my shame I confess that I rode and fought against the great Nei's forces. My clan fell before her wrath and were crushed for our foolishness. When but a few of my sisters and I remained, surrounded at bay with scimitars in hand, we were given the choice of the beautiful death in battle or kneeling to accept the collar."<br><br>Khalida paused and for a moment her eyes clouded as she remembered her fierce and beautiful sisters in arms and her former life.<br><br>"I knelt master." She said. "The soldier of the Nei who became my mistress stripped away my armour and threw down my scimitar. Around my neck she placed a slave collar and I was hers. Now I am yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 05:45:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>A few minutes later the Prince himself walked up and saw Kahlus finalizing the deal with the trader. He thought he was just purchasing a new slave for himself. The sun had just started to go down, but there was enough to show the princes' garb and crown upon his brow.<br><br>"<strong>Gi, a vaen Usstan muth dos Kahlus. Dos inbalus uns'aa ezsakil gaer whol Usstan klew'nor vel'drav Usstan xunus naut ragar dos a dosst delmah. D'ril ol brorna uns'aa lu'oh myar nindolen lodiasen.</strong>" Said Vakarius joking with his friend, giving Kahlus a small poke in the arm, he was known for his joking with his close friends. His eyes then moved to the young slave who was following his friend. He walked up to her and was now only a few feet from her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes. Even though his face was neutral in appearance, his eyes seemed to pierce her very soul. His eyes looked over her face and upper body. Making internal judgements on quality and abilities.<br><br>His left hand then went slowly to the side of her head and took a small strand of hair that had not been curled behind her ears and with his index and thumb split the hairs into their individual strands. His face never leaving from its position. He then took the same and and took her right.<br><br>"<strong>Natha bwael rothe Kahlus, dos zuch inbalus natha equidai ulu inbau l' alurl d'lil siltrin. Vel'bol xunus dos barter ilta whol?</strong>" Vakarius continued, but having overhead the conversation about her past. Vakarius again looked into her eyes, as if he were studying her like you would an animal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 06:05:40</strong>
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				"A warrior you say... I suppose you have not forgotten how to fight, Khalida? If you have not, it would be a great asset to the prince. It has been a while since he has a good sparring partner I suppose. And there is no shame in a beautiful death... it is a glorious honor to die in battle for Nesstren warriors." He said calmly to her with a smile.<br><br>He then grinned as he saw his prince approaching and he bowed properly and politely said. "Al tha, ussta qu'ess... Usstan inbal tlus pholor natha trading groova lu' 'zil mzilt 'zil udossta lodias lor harl pholor nindolen lodias... gaer zhah nau guu'lac nindel jal mina ph' tet ph' nind naut? Lu' ol zhah said nindel l' jalilen ghil ph' 'zil skilled wun xonathull lu' wun orlingg 'zil udossa... vel'bolen Usstan talinth personally nindel zhah respectful wun ussta solen."<br><br>"'zil whol nindol tet 'anon, Usstan parted xuil 20 000 credits whol ilta, lu' p'los dos chastise uns'aa whol spending ichl mzilt, dos zhal'la zhaun nindol. Il zhahus h'uena natha takrin sargtlin nindel inbalus alus qua'laen l' Nei... though il detholus slavery phor elghinn. Il zhah skilled wun l' llounen d'lil lil'alure lu' l' bedroom lu' ka il uriu naut forgotten, l' lloun d' xonathull 'zil al. Dos h'ros tesso uns'aa nindel ol zhah naut natha bargain nin, gumash dos dosst highness?" Uk said xuil natha lor d' amusement a l' i'dol l' qu'ess zhahus captivated xuil Khalida.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 06:28:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>"<strong>Natha sargtlin rothe dos telanth? Nin nindel zhah natha a'leai equidai sei'lor nindel zhah naut tlu wasted. Lu' whol uns'aa? Ussta abbil dos zuch zhaun vel'bol Usstan ssinssrin wun natha rothe.</strong>" Said Vakarius with a almost giddy disposition in his voice. "<strong>20000 whol nindol yulul? Ush'akal dos xunus inbau natha bargain. L' royal fuma orn'la inbal paid quen draevalen 'zil mzilt whol folt natha equidai sei'lor. Usbyr dos ph' l' alurl negotiator wun l' tresk'ri xor nindol planet 'udtila naut kampi'un l' quality ol uriu wun rothen. Dos fridj inbal ulu xun fol digging ol kluthak</strong>" He finished, also taking a step back from the slave.<br><br>"<strong>Khalida is your name huh? I good one at that, a renaming won't be needed.</strong>" He said switching to common. "<strong>Kahlus my good friend in return for this prize, I think that something even better is in store for you. You sir won't be paying the Royal Trading Tax for five standard years for bringing me this.</strong>" Vakarius said turning to his merchant. This was extremely profitable news, the Royal tax on trading was a hefty 7% of all trading and 3% of all money transactions with the crown both on and off world. This deal would make Kahlus a very rich man if he could maintain his trading network and keep reaping in the benefits.<br><br>"<strong>If you don't mind I would like some alone time with my new slave, the possibilities are endless now.</strong>" He said returning his attention to his slave as Kahlus took his leave. "<strong>Stick with me Kahlus, and I'll make you a very rich man...</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 06:42:34</strong>
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				Kahlus listened to the prince speak and he was giddy at what the prince had given him. A five year Royal Trading Tax-free boon! Now that is indeed a joy to behold. He bowed low and said. "My thanks to you, your highness. I do this not only because of my uncle, who is one of your guards... but because I am loyal to you. Your father, bless his eternal soul is a good ruler... but you, your highness will be greater than he is."<br><br>He then bowed and said. "I will, my prince... and I shall send messengers to your side when I have heard anything that might be of interest of you to help you secure the throne for your own. I shall take my leave now... fare thee well my prince... and may the gods bless you and your family."<br><br>He then bowed one more time, a formal bow that is used to greet the royalty before he disappeared into the market again... eager to find a slave of his own.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 07:29:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>As she completed the tale of her enslavement, Khalida and her master were joined by another Nesstran. This stranger was richly dressed and carried himself with the noble posture that Khalida had only seen before in high born Takrin women. Her new master was greeted warmly and Khalida immediately suspected that this was the prince that she was to be a gift for.<br><br>The tall strong stranger reached out to play with a loose strand of her wavy black hair. This confirmed his status in Khalida's mind, who but a prince would be allowed touch another's slave unless invited? The Takrin slavegirl found herself staring into the prince's piercing eyes mesmerised. For long moments she even forgot to breathe, so captivated was she. When her breath returned she gasped deeply, her breasts heaving. She wondered if she had been mistaken in her conviction that all men were by nature inferior. This prince had the aura of authority that she had only seen in great women.<br><br>The two Nesstrans conversed briefly. Khalida strained to understand the imperial tongue from the snippets she heard in her daily life. Slave and warrior were mentioned, as was the sum the merchant had paid for her. The prince was discussing her with her master! She hoped that the prince was pleased with the gift. Though she would only be the possession of this master for fleeting moments, to have served him well by pleasing the prince by her presentation was her present wish.<br><br>The royal Nesstran seemed well satisfied and rewarded the merchant. Khalida could not understand what the reward he was given meant, but the merchant seemed overjoyed. Khalida's heart was lifted, to have greatly pleased both a mistress and a master in such a short space of time was rewarding. The day was still young and perhaps she might please a third master yet.<br><br>The prince turned his attention to Khalida for a moment and again she felt a thrill as his eyes trapped her like prey before the great desert cats. The Prince spoke her name and declared it pleasing to him. The two Nesstrans spoke a moment longer and bade each other farewell, the merchant passing her leash to the prince and Khalida with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 08:01:02</strong>
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				Once Kahlus was away, Vakarius took the small, fragile leash and took it between a few fingers and with one quick motion snapped the then wire with barely any effort. His armored hand had a dull shine to them, the material in them no doubt a mixture of gold inlaid with the hard materials to make it battle worthy. On each guantlet the armor was etched in carvings and miniature murals that had been carved into the metal. Each section showing a different story without words.<br><br>"<strong>I never did like these flimsy leashes, never has a true use other than to show what others already know. It will not be needed, you obviously have no intention of escaping, and even if you did, you would have no where to go. I am Prince Vakarius Luminus ven Apsolus of the Nesstern, you will address me in the following manners: Lord, Master, or your Highness unless I say you can otherwise. Now that we got that out of our way, lets get out of this heat and back to my stateroom. I feel a long bath coming on. You may speak at your leisure but if you start to abuse it I will take it away.</strong>" He said laying down his ground rules quickly. They were simple but absolute. His voice carried the authority and grace of a royal but the sincerity and kindness that of a priestess.<br><br>Vakarius then began to walk back towards the Royal palace, not commanding her to come with him or even motioning her to follow. Such was the Prince's position, commands did not have to be given they were just assumed to be in place and to be followed. The princes cape flowed behind him showing off lean and fit body to the slave woman. His armored arms went to a resting position behind his back with his hands lightly grasping each other in a military fashion. His pace moderate and dignified.<br><br>"<strong>Since I already know something about you, you may ask me a question in return</strong>" He said not looking back at her but continuing to look forward at his path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 09:11:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>The Prince took Khalida's leash at snapped it without effort. Khalida felt a small surge of slave's pride as the Prince gave his reasons for the act. His conviction that she would not run warmed her. He spoke his full name, a mouthful of titles that sounded strange and otherworldly to Khalida. After laying down a couple of simple rules he announced his intention to return to his rooms and bathe.<br><br>"Master." Khalida said obediantly, as affirmation that she comprehended his rules.<br><br>The new word sounded strange on her lips after so long calling her owner mistress or Jabbress. Khalida silently mouthed the word a couple of times more, rolling the word on her tongue and lips. Each time it became more familiar and comfortable. Khalida looked up to find her new owner had turned without word and was striding away. For a moment she felt lost, what would happen if she became seperated from him in the busy market? The slavegirl feared not for her own fate, of being claimed by another or more likely being returned to the prince and punished. The disappointment caused to the prince if she became lost and he imagined she had fled was what stirred her fear.<br><br>Khalida scampered after the tall Nesstran, dodging around Takrins, Nesstrans and slaves alike, feeling safe and secure once she was trotting dutifully at his heel. Once in her place behind him the fear of becoming lost dwindled, the crowds parted as if by magic for the Prince. Even free Takrin women and warriors stepped aside, a thing that Khalida would not have imagined for a mere male. <br><br>"Since I already know something about you, you may ask me a question in return" The Prince said not looking back, but simply self assured that Khalida would be there.<br><br>A dozen questions buzzed in Khalida's head and she tried to sort them to order and ask the most important first. At this point she noticed the direction they were taking, leaving the Royal market and heading directly to the main entrance of the Nei's palace.<br><br>"Are we going to the court Master?" Khalida blurted the question without thinking, squandering the opportunity to learn more of her new master.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 09:18:19</strong>
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				<br>She was chained to the wall while the slaver paced back and forth in front of them, all girls knelt obediently with eyes lowered to the ground waiting for someone to buy them. Several of them were inspected including her but none were sold yet. The fact they came here right from the royal palace was a cause for the slaver to higher their prices. The slaves trained in the royal palace were considered to be the best. <br><br><br>As'meyta and her mother were to be sold together, the mother was the first deal the slaver made and the girl watched her mother go with her new owner with no emotions at all while the mother never looked back. It was the way they were raised and trained, being a slave means they should only have feelings of loyalty to their mistresses. No more.<br><br><br>The girl lowered her gaze to the ground again, waiting ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 09:39:52</strong>
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				Kahlus looked around, seeing no girls that caught his eye. Most of them were lovely, but he has yet to see one that caught his interest. He was about to give up when he caught sight of one girl... something about her sparked his interest. He then approached the slaver that stood in front of the girls and he spoke. "Greetings... I wish to purchase a companion for myself... and I interested in that one."<br><br>He pointed a finger, gently gesturing towards where As'meyta was kneeling. "What is her name and what can you tell me about her?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 11:07:15</strong>
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				The slaver greeted the Nesstran with a flourishing bow once he stopped in front of her, She was glad that she started selling her goods and smiled whe<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">n </span>he pointed to As'meyta "You have chosen one of the best, sir. As'meyta is a very talented dancer and skilfully trained in the arts of pleasing both men and women"<br><br>As she spoke she went and unchained the girl who stood up in obedience, led her by the chain to where he stood "You may examine the goods as you wish, sir. She is really worth the price placed on her"<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: medium;" class="bbc_size"><em>As'meyta</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">Once the slaver untied her she stood and walked with her eyes still lowered to the ground. She had heard the voice of a man and she thought it was a bit weird that a man was interested in her. It didn't matter much to her but a hint of curiosity started to bloom inside her, and she wondered how would it be to have a male owner? The only men she saw were the slaves she was commanded to please in her training sessions. All this never showed on her face as she stood motionless ... Not even daring to look up at him. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 16:40:26</strong>
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				Kahlus nodded and listened to the slaver and waited until the slave was presented before him. He then studied her for a moment and noticed that she had short wavy brown hair, ample breasts and a shaved pussy. He then did the same like what he performed for Khalida, gently cupping her breasts in his hand, gently caressing it and rubbing his thumbs against her nipples for a moment before he withdrew and then said to the slaver. "She is indeed a prize... but I want to look at her if you do not mind."<br><br>He then turned to the girl and said. "I want you to lift your head and look at me, beautiful one... I wish to look at your face and gaze upon it. I want to see how beautiful you look."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 21:34:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div> <em>"Are we going to the court Master?"</em> The slave girl finally blurted out. The prince in his mind was taken back at the question, of all the questions she could have asked she chose that one.<br><br>"<strong>Yes we are, the Empress was gracious enough to provide quarters for me during my stay on the planet. It has more than enough room and...special accommodations.</strong>" He said continuing his walk.<br><br>"<strong>Now I ask a question of you. What have you been trained to do since your acceptance of the collar?</strong>" He asked actually looking back at her for a moment. His eyes now inquisitive in nature. She had shown herself loyal to him so far, but time would tell if she would truly stay or if this was just an attempt to get on his good side before she made her move. The last one he had trained himself, one year in had made an attempt on his life during a cool summer night. He remember the blade at his throat when he woke suddenly with her on his chest. Her eyes showed years of anger and frustration that she needed to vent. But she would not see her vengeance, she had not planned on the Prince being armed while in bed. The bullet passed straight through her heart, giving her a few fleeting moments of life to see the last face she would ever see. Vakarius' indifferent face, like that of a parent to a dissident child.<br><br>The memory of that night had lapsed his sense of time for a moment, realizing that during the time he was thinking he had actually stopped walking and was just looking forward as if he was frozen in time. Vakarius shook it off and continued his walk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 23:19:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>The Prince confirmed that their destination was indeed the Royal court of the Nei and that Takrin's ruler had granted him quarters within it. Her master went on to enquire of Khalida in what areas she had been trained since her collaring.<br><br>"Oh master, I received only the best training." Khalida avowed. "On my being brought to the capital by my mistress I was placed in the qu'ellar d' orlinggrothen, the house of the bedslaves run by the priestesses of SSinringg and bathed in the pools of drewstlauske. My mistress considered me fair enough to warm her bed and to entertain her guests."<br><br>"My Lord, I was instructed in the many ways of bringing pleasure to a mistress." The slave went on. "Naturally that included the art of pleasuring males, my mistress had a male bedslave as well as myself."<br><br>"Often I would lay with my mistress and her cockslave together or perform with him for her and her guests amusement." She insisted. "Besides the arts of a bedslave I was taught to dance and the skills of pampering. The styling of hair and how to beautify my mistress. How to apply kohl just so around the eyes or to colour both sets of lips so they are more pleasing."<br><br>"I can mix perfumes that inflame passions or potions to prevent male seed from taking root." Khalida catalogued her skills. "I was taught to exercise, suppleness and stamina are vital for a bedslave are they not oh Master?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 23:57:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>"<strong>Very good skills Khalida, you should be proud of your mistress, she did not squander your talents. But I will require more of you.</strong>" He said after listening to her list off her skills. They were near the royal palace, where the prince stopped and turned to face her. His face suddenly having a serious tone to it. His eyes once more piercing her soul.<br><br>"<strong>I will only offer this chance one time</strong>" He said seriously. "<strong>If you accept you will be accepting slavery and both the good and the bad from it. I will make you learn more than you have ever known. I will push you to your physical, mental, and sexual limits. You will learn History, Science, Languages, Philosophy, Poetry, Dances, Politics, I will renew your warrior spirit and weapons skills, so that one day you will be not only be a slave, but my caretaker, protector, and muse. During this time, you will be pushed to meet expectations of you at all times. You will be punished and rewarded based on your performance. Most of the time sexual in nature. You will learn my body better than even myself and how to bring me gratification. This training will make you beg for mercy and scream out my name in pleasure. No mercy on your body will be shown to failure. In this training I will rewrite your mind and I will open it up to the universe and see what the royals see.</strong>" He said listing off things on his armored fingers, making her know what he expected of her. He was going to give her an education that unlike she had ever known.<br><br>"<strong>So I offer this choice to you now.</strong>" He said lifting his left hand and opening it, in it a small key that would unlock her crude steel slave collar. "<strong>You may have your freedom here and now, be able to walk away from this life, a free woman, able to make your own choices in life and we will never meet again.</strong>" He said explaining, then outreaching his right hand and opening it palm up, but this time it had nothing in it. "<strong>Or you may choose to accept the terms I have laid out and kneel before me and take my hand with yours and pledge your life to mine</strong>" He said showing her the other option.<br><br>Her fate was now in her own hands. Two offers, but only one could be made. Freedom but ignorance? Or Enslavement but Enlightenment?<br><br>"<strong>Make your choice Khalida, Only you can choose your own path.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 07:44:50</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>The Prince first congratulated Khalida and her former mistress on the skills that she had acquired during her years in the collar. Then he stopped and turned to his slave and those omniscient seeming eyes locked with her own and appeared to bore through her flesh and evaluate her mind and soul. Khalida felt a tremor of apprehension run through her nubile body as once more she found herself frozen to immobility by the Nesstran's scrutiny.<br><br>The Nesstran required more of Khalida and he detailed the subjects that he desired from his slave. Some she knew to some degree already, but others, like philosophy and politics, Khalida was entirely ignorant of. She was promised both reward and punishment, harsh punishment. Khalida felt a stab of fear and excitement as his words conjured the image of herself sobbing for his mercy.<br><br>Khalida blinked as the Prince's hand suddenly held a small key. She recognised it instantly as the type that fits a slave collar such as was around her neck. The Nesstran offered her freedom and Khalida looked around her uncertainly as the unfamiliar notion was considered. She was given the choice to choose slavery to the Prince or go free.<br><br>The slave's first thought was to fall to her knees to please her master, but she hesitated. The Prince wanted her to make this choice, not simply to react through her conditioning. Freedom, though the concept was daunting Khalida knew that she would survive as a freewoman and most likely prosper. The training she had already received were an almost unique skillset for a freewoman and could be turned to profit. Any of the great slaving merchants would eagerly hire a freewoman trained in the qu'ellar d' orlinggrothen. Instead of being the slave Khalida could easily become the slaver. She imagined herself riding the great desert once more, of caravans raided and villages sacked as she was the one placing slavecollars around throats. She saw herself walking through cities, finely dressed with her own beautiful slaves trotting obediantly at her heels.<br><br>But if she chose to kneel, as once she had chosen before. The Prince promised not that Khalida would be a simple slave or even a gifted one, that she knew without conceit that she was already. What he offered was that she became the perfect slave, a slave fit for Ssinringg herself. Freedom was the easy option, slavery the option that meant suffering and unimaginable trials that she would have to overcome. <br><br>Once Khalida had chosen slavery through cowardice, choosing to live collared rather than be slain. Now freedom was the coward's path.<br><br>Khalida dropped to her knees, her legs parted wide to expose her hairless mound and her chest thrust forward to offer her breasts to her master. Her hands were behind her back and her head lowered in submission, the Takrin slave's stance.<br><br><strong>"Master!" </strong> Khalida said firmly and with confidence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vostroya</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 08:05:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>"<strong>You have chosen wisely Khalida. I will show you the stars and pleasure like you have never experienced before. Welcome to the dark side...</strong>" He said with a slight smile on his face, pleased with her choice in fates. His hand holding the key quickly went for her collar and unlocked it, the bolt unsnapping and the two half's of the steel collar fell to the ground with a noticeable thud. It was a basic collar without any special markings or engravings.<br><br>"<strong>We will find you a collar suitable for your new role soon, for now enjoy the feel of a free neck.</strong>" He continued as the same hand threw the key away, no longer needed, the hand coming to her supple breast. Taking it fully in his hand and quickly giving it a feel. Then his hand slowly pulled toward the nipple, his hand caressing the flesh, while the armored part of the fingers in the gauntlet slowly dragged soon behind it. Not enough force to break the skin but enough to give a slight stinging sensation. A subtle hint of things to come, pleasure combined with pain. Finally after a few moments his fingers lightly touched her nipple swirling it in his touch. Enticing the body to make it hard through his touch, but after a further moment he released his grip. His hands once again taking position behind his back.<br><br>"<strong>Rise Khalida, and prepare for your first lesson, it will be one for the ages</strong>" He said turning to the entrance of the Royal Stateroom and walked inside, going through the flowing silk curtains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 09:13:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Khalida the slavegirl</strong></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/hunter_002a-1.jpg)</div>khalida felt her slave collar being unlocked and heard it dully hit the ground beside her. A lucky find for some beggar outside the Nei's court. Without the collar Khalida felt suddenly naked, a strange sensation for one who had happily been nude except for ornamental jewellery for years. She resisted the urge to feel her neck, which had seldom been bared since she was enslaved.<br><br>The Prince promised that soon she would be wearing a new collar. Khalida felt eager for that moment, the collar would be his and hopefully placed around her neck by his own hand. All those that saw it would know she was a Prince's chattal. The idea of having a master rather than a mistress, would so shortly ago have made her feel inferior to her sister slaves. Now she relished the moment when she was marked as his property.<br><br>At last the Prince touched her body. One rounded breast was cupped in his hand and Khalida felt herself go giddy as he squeezed the firm, but yielding flesh. His gauntletted fingers played across her skin and she felt the sting of metal against flesh and shivered in excitement. Her nipple was touched, circled, stroked and played with and it grew achingly erect.<br><br>The Prince withdrew his hand and Khalida felt a stab of dismay at the loss of contact with her master. She rose gracefully when commanded and came to heel immediately. With eyes shining brightly in anticipation she hurried after her master as he entered the mighty Nei's palace.<br><br>The story continues here:<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136901.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=136901.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 11:55:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">As'meyta</span></span></em></span><br><br>She stood there, her eyes to the ground as if she was going to dig a hole in it. SHe was able to see his hands gently reaching for her breasts and she closed her eyes once he cupped them, she could feel the heat of the blush when the blood rushed to her cheeks. A soft sigh escaped her lips and she enjoyed that brief moment of being touched gently like that. She opened her eyes and looked up as she was ordered. Just rising her face and looking into his eyes in obedience.<span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">He was good looking, she might even say handsome if she knew the word, but to her this did not matter much.&nbsp; She had no problem being sold to a master, just curious how it will be ... that <em>if</em> he did buy her.<br><em><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">The Slaver<br><br></span></span></em></span><em><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">She watched for a few as he examined the girl, she waited a bit before deciding it was fit to talk <strong>" You know sir, The slaves </strong></span></em>who got their training in the royal palace are the best to be had, and this one was born in the Nei's harem. Which means she's been trained all her life." <br><br>The slaver fell silent for a bit to let her words sink in and make the influence she wanted, then she mentioned the price of As'meyta as she smiled with a look of appreciation to the girl, as if this high price is not fair for the girl. She hoped that she will get a reasonable price for her, it was beneficial for her to be seen selling the goods so she can finish this market day quickly enough. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 16:48:33</strong>
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				Kahlus studied her face as she gazed upon his face and he was satisfied with what he saw. She was indeed beautiful and after listening to what the slaver had to say, he turned to her and said. "I see... your words have merit indeed... a trained slave is always more valuable after all, more so if she indeed grew up in the Nei's own harem."<br><br>He paused for a moment before saying. "What I want to know is besides her dancing skills as well as her skills in the bedroom... does she possess any additional skills?" The last part was said in a mildly curious tone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 20:10:29</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: large;" class="bbc_size">The Slaver</span></span></em><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">The slaver pursed her lips slightly as she listened to him, she shrugged as she looked at the girl <strong>" I was told that she has a skill of making herbal medicines. She used to spend the free time she was allowed in gathering herbs and making healing combinations of them, she took this trade from her mother as I heard."</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">She hoped that this will not affect the value of the money she asked for the girl, and waited for his decision.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Max</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 22:45:25</strong>
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				Marteen goes back to the post his ankle chain was attached to.&nbsp; A bit surprised that not one, but both of the belligerent males were taken.&nbsp; But, it was not for the likes of him to understand the ways of females.&nbsp; He was a slave, and they free, and thus, have no reason or duty to explain themselves to him.&nbsp; Still, it was perplexing.&nbsp; He settles down to his knees next to the post, to wait until another potential mistress might come by.&nbsp; Little he could but watch and wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 23:57:17</strong>
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				Kahlus was surprised at this revelation and smiled. This was an unexpected boon, something that is very valuable to him and his trade. Already he could imagine selling healing potions and herbal remedies in addition to his plethora of goods when he is on a trading trip. He looked at the slaver for a moment before speaking.<br><br>"Normally, if she were a slave that is raised in the Nei's palace and knows how to dance, I would have paid only around 8000 credits for her... but since she has some unique skills... I will give you 15000 for her." His words were calm and polite as he awaited the slaver to make her decision.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 11:28:03</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: large;" class="bbc_size">The Slaver</span></span><br><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She was surprised when he offered nearly the double of the girl's worth on her, but she managed to hide her surprise as she pursed her lips as if to think. Looking at the girl and seemed to finally decide <strong>"It seems we have a deal, sir. Even though the girl is worth much more than this"</strong> She knew she had to say this as she secretly rejoiced selling the girl with such a high price. Smiling she spit on her hand and reached to the slave's new master to seal the deal, considering herself to be so lucky to sell two slaves in less than an hour.</span><br><br><br><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: large;" class="bbc_size">As'meyta</span></span></em><br><br></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She listened to the exchange between the man and the slaver, she was surprised that he was interested in her herbal skills and felt happiness deep inside maybe for the first time that someone was interested in this other than her own mother, who was proven right after all when she told her that this skill will help her someday.</span></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"></span><span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She waited, as the new feelings of curiosity and joy started to develop inside her for the first time ever.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;" class="bbc_size"></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 16:48:10</strong>
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				Kahlus nodded as he spit on his hand and shook the woman's hand to seal the deal and then took out a money pouch that held the credits and gave her the amount before taking the leash in his hand and said to As'meyta. "Come now, my beautiful flower... let us retreat to the privacy of the local luxury inn where I have a room there. Then we can talk about what will be your future with me."<br><br>He then smiled softly at her and said."Follow me..." He then tugged at her leash lightly to give her the signal to follow him as he walked in the general direction of the Devinast Inn, an establishment that usually caters to wealthy merchants to light nobility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 05:14:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size"><em><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font">As'meyta <br><br></span></em></span><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">She watched them as they sealed the deal by shaking hands, the money was delivered and she was finally, the property of a male master. <br><br>Something inside her wasn't that sad that she ended up in the hands of one of a race she grew to consider inferior in a way. She was curious as to how her new life will be, even a little bit of a weird feeling called excitement she experiences for the first time. For the first time in her life, As'meyta's indifference was starting to break, new seeds of feelings and thoughts started to bloom inside her<br><br>Her gaze dropped to the floor once more as he tugged on her leash gently, and she followed him obediently without a word.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 11:34:35</strong>
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				When they reached the Devinast Inn, Kahlus soon led As'meyta to their room and locked the door behind them. He then took the key to the leash and removed it, leaving the collar there and he turned to her and said. "There, that should do it... mind you beautiful one... you may be my slave, but you also my companion so I do not believe a leash is needed. I trust that you would not escape now would you?"<br><br>He then moved towards the bed and sat down near the edge of it and patted to the spot beside him. "You may sit down beside me as you give me your answer. There are some things I need to ask you. Can you do that?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 12:07:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				They walked in silent as she continuously kept looking to the ground. The silence allowing her to think of her newly found emotions and hopes. She was also a little afraid, how would her master treat her? asking herself that question for the first time ever she dismissed it very quickly. A slave shouldn't think of such things, he should simply accept whatever treatment he/she gets from the owner.<br><br><br>She followed him into the room, he took off her leash and she looked up at him, following his movements with curious gazes. His words made her blink several times, certainly she had no intentions to escape <strong>"No, master"</strong> She hesitated a bit as he patted the bed beside him, she was used on always being on her knees near the mistress's feet, but she obeyed the order she was given and sat beside him.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 12:20:42</strong>
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				He waited until she sat down beside him and then looked at her and said. "Now I know that you are used to being ordered and trained to not look at your master and mistress until they tell you to, but for me I am going to be different. You are only to bow your head when you are not speaking to me, and even then you are only to lower your gaze until it reaches my&nbsp; chest."<br><br>He waited for a moment before speaking. "I am more lenient than most masters or mistresses that you had before, so unless you made a great mistake no punishment will be given to you. That is the rules I have for you so far... and let me ask you something. Your former mistress said something about you being able to make medicine from herbs... is it true and how skilled are you at it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 13:29:37</strong>
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				She sat beside him feeling a bit awkward, it was a new idea for her still to sit beside her master, she heard his first rule and she rose her eyes to him in obedience <strong>" Yes, master"</strong> The she lowered her eyes again, but to his chest this time, just as he ordered her to do.<br><br><br>She was glad when he spoke about punishments, not that she makes a lot of mistakes but she feared being punished a lot. Slaves were punished severely if they did any mistake back in the Nei's Harem. When he spoke again she listened carefully as it was essential to pay attention to the rules of the master.<br><br><br>When he asked about her herbal skills she was nearly thrilled. Raising her eyes at his face she starts <strong>" I can identify the herb once I see it, master. I also know how each herb is used for,what effect it has and what it contradicts with. how to combine several herbs to make a potion. I was taught how to measure the ingredients of each potion and how much it should be cooked. Which ingredients are best used dried, powder or fresh"</strong><br><br>She stopped talking, lowering her gaze to his chest once more, waiting for his next question
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 16:59:00</strong>
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				Kahlus listened intently to what As'meyta had to say about her herbcraft skills and he was thrilled at what he had found out about the girl. He smiled at her and said. "well, it seems that I have myself here quite a young herbmistress... you should be pleased about that my dear... oh yes, very pleased indeed."<br><br>He fell silent for a moment before looking at her and said. "What do you say if you can one day be free from the bonds of slavery that I hold over you? And I hope when that time comes, I hope that you will still want to stay with me... that is if you are interested in hearing on what I have planned for the two of us from now on."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 06:06:37</strong>
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				She was amazed that he spoke to her with such gentleness, she could only mutter a <em>" Thank you master"</em>. His next question caught her off guard. Her mind unable to fathom the idea of being free, she wasn't born to be free... She was raised and taught for being a slave all her life and she had accepted that reality, but she was also taught to be grateful to whatever she's given.<br><br><br>As'meyta looked up at her master, her eyes full of determination and gratitude, feelings she experiences for the first time with such intensity <strong>" I will never leave your side. Master, as long as I live"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>summoner2183</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 08:15:34</strong>
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				Kahlus smiled at her and nodded his head before saying. "I am glad you feel that way, As'meyta... now to tell you about my proposal. You have a gift my dear, a gift that is very valuable not only to me but to many people. You see, your herbmastery will not only help with the cooks I am friends with as you can tell what herbs goes with what... but also with the poor people who do not have the money to see physicians who charge exorbitant prices for potions that sometimes do not work."<br><br>He paused for a moment before saying. "What I am saying is, your talent can be used to help a lot of people... I procure the herbs you need and you can brew the potions.. and we can sell it to the market for prices that are affordable for even the poor people. What do you say to that?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Royal Market of Takrin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azaria</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 12:16:35</strong>
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				She did mean every word she said to him, he was proving to be a nice master after all. He praised her skill in a way made her beam silently with joy that she will be of good use to him. Her old mistress and trainer often scolded her for "paying attention to unneeded things" as they called it. Her mother always teaching her secretly, either in the middle of nights or whenever they weren't paying attention. Brewing her potions in a small corner of the royal kitchen, after getting the permission of the cook whom her mothered cured once.<br><br>For her there was no need to think further, helping people was a noble act and her own mother used to make potions and mixtures to heal their fellow slaves whenever they were injured or ill. She looked at her master, not speaking for a moment and then remembered the rules <strong>" I agree, master. I will do everything you ask of me, I am, and will always be at your service" </strong>
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