Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]
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				Title: <strong>Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 22:49:48</strong>
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				Anya was roughly shaken awake from her brief period of rest. She couldn't possibly refer to it as sleep, for she rarely was able to close her eyes long enough to be afforded that luxury. 'Anya' was the name that she had given herself. Her original name--if she ever had one, had been lost a long time ago. The slavers who traded her, usually just assigned her a number--currently, she was Slave 635. Her many masters had given her many names over the years, depending on their fancy. But Anya did not particularly like any of them--and she certainly didn't want to call herself by a number. <br><br>It was in the city of Laamyr that she had picked up her name. She could still remember that day quite well. She wasn't quite sure how old she was at the time, but if she had to guess, she would say that she was about thirteen years old. She was still part of the slave trade, then. But she was merely being marketed as a kitchen slave--not one for the bed. On that particular day, she was to go out onto the auction block for a final bidding. Anya had been dreading the block, because the women that were fighting over her both had the looks of a cruel mistress. She was sure that either of them would be happy to knock her around whenever they pleased. She had just about resigned herself to a couple of years of hard labor and painful injuries, when they were informed that the slave market was cancelled for the day. A royal messenger came to inform them that because the Queen had just given birth the night before, it was to be a national holiday, and everyone was to celebrate the birth of Princess Anya. She had grinned then, and as she joined the crowds of cheering slaves, she made a decision that her name would be Anya as well. <br><br>Almost ten years had passed since then. As soon as she had grown old enough to attract the attentions of men, she was moved from household servants to bed slaves. She had been provided almost a year of training in all the ways to please a man, before being sold to the highest bidder. Because she had been a virgin, she had fetched a healthy sum for the slavers. Her first master was the Duke of Arcadia, a man who had relished in making her first experience as painful as possible. She was horrified that she would have to spend the rest of her life at the beck and call of this man. But a week later, she found herself being sold back to the slavers. Apparently the Duke only bedded virgins, and since she was no longer one, he had no use for her. Thus, she was carted around the entire country, making her way through many households--both noble and small. There were some men who bribed the slavers and used her for just one night--and others would keep her for weeks or months. But inevitably they would grow tired of her, or not be able to afford her upkeep, and she would be back in the market. <br><br>A harsh shout brought Anya out of her reverie. She quickly descended from the cart, along with the ten other girls that had been in it. She glanced around her, slightly shell shocked from the loud noises and pungent smells. There was an entire row of carts similar to the one she'd been in, that were unloading their stock as well. Understanding came to her quickly, clearly they had reached another market and were going to be set on display for the men of the town. Anya looked more carefully, trying to determine if she was familiar with the town. Having been a slave her entire life, Anya knew by now that certain towns had certain kinds of men. Depending on which town it was, Anya would decide how appealing to make herself. That way, she could ascertain that she would have a good master. <br><br>From the size of the market and the crowd, Anya was almost certain that they were in the city of Arkun. She gasped in disbelief, earning a threatening glare from her slaver. Anya mostly ignored him. She was too important for him to damage. Men didn't want bruised bed slaves--at least, not if they were bruises that they themselves didn't cause. So, women like her got away with much more than anyone else. She could hardly believe that she was in the city of Arkun. Only the best slaves were put on display here--and the clientele was much more high class. Men here paid highly for their slaves, mainly because the kinks they had were much more <em>unique</em>. <br><br>Biting back a shiver of fear, Anya allowed herself to be led to the stage. This was where the slaves were put on display. The bidders were then free to step onto the stage and examine all the wares. Most of the men--who could never afford such prices--came here just for this purpose. They used this opportunity to grope at the girls' breasts and more, before heading over to the prostitution district and buying themselves a cheap whore. As her handler tied her up to the display pole, Anya glanced down the line of leering men, and sighed. <em>This is going to be a long day.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 14:54:55</strong>
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				One could easily tell the serious buyers from those who just wanted to cope a feel. Those first in line wore simple tunics and breeches, turbans wrapped about their heads. The coarse material of their clothing, there well worn shoes all revealed them for being commoners and they were quickly chased from the area by the Slave Masters. Time was money to the Slave Masters and the commoners were a waste of time.<br><br>Next inline were mid-level merchants and people in well paying businesses. These men had finer garments and jewelry, a few even had canes. But they would hardly turn any heads on the streets. They could afford some of the slaves, however, and were taken to look at the lower level stock, not the prime ones.<br><br>After these came the big fish, the wealthy merchants and emporium owners. Nobles and members of the government, a royal household representative, and some council members. They wore only the finest of materials, silk turbans and tunics, lavish jewelry on their hands and around their necks. Over half carried canes, ornately carved and inlaid with precious stone. Many were accompanied by a servant or two.<br><br>The throngs that passed through, inspecting the goods were a constant stream. A noble would be followed by two commoners, then a mid level merchant. It was an ordered-chaos. The female slaves up for auction, only wearing a simple loincloth (and nothing up top) were prodded and poked and groped. The slave masters kept a close eye on them though, making sure that they were not too abused.<br><br>Hakim Al'Fayed had poked and groped several slaves by the time he reached Anya. He was a wealthy, successful merchant who was starting to get involved in the intrigues of court politics. He was seeking a Noblemans status and respect, more then just being a merchant. But today he was seeking a pleasure slave, perhaps the first of many in what could become his own Harem.<br><br>His grab was of the finest silks, his cane of the finest jewels, no turban in sight. He appeared to be a man of around 30 years, dark hair and eyes and skin, masculine contours that hinted at a physically fit body. He circles around Anya, then reaches up to cup her breasts. It almost looks as if he is weighing them.<br><br>"What is your name?" He asks after a few more moments.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 20:22:32</strong>
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				Anya endured several leers, jeers and gropes with a stoic face. She shifted uncomfortably, trying in vain to loosen the ropes that binded her to the pole. Her arms and legs were starting to tire, as the day prolonged, and she found herself wishing that someone would just buy her and be done with it. Slowly, she noted that the only members left were the high-end buyers. The ones who were willing to shell out big money for the wares--provided that they were very cooperative. <br><br>One of the men, in particular, caught Anya's eye. He seemed to be a well-to-do merchant, still young enough to be frivolous with his money. And frivolity seemed to suit him quite nicely, Anya thought as she took in his impeccable clothes, and expensive cane. He circled around Anya a few times, clearly interested in her--but smart enough not to approach her straightaway. If a slaver noticed that a customer had special interest in one of the girls, then they would extort all they could out of them. <br><br>Finally, he came to her, cupping her breasts with the air of a professional. Anya considered the man. Clearly, he was rich, handsome and young--and wanted her. But should she play to him? The younger ones were always a gamble. Most were inexperienced, and would be more than happy with a slave that was just a quick fuck. But then, there were those few, who had carnal desires of another sort. Anya had never been with such a master, but the tales that were told of them were enough to make even the most stout woman blush. <br><br>As she debated about him, he said to her, <em>"What is your name?"</em><br><br>Anya blinked in surprise. <em>Was this a test?</em> Slaves had no names, unless the master saw it fit to give them one. But perhaps this man was looking for someone with a mind of their own? <em>That would be an interesting prospect.</em> she thought. But she was not foolish enough to risk telling him her name, on the off chance that he wanted an actual woman--not a mindless slave. <br><br>"I'm Slave Number Six-Three-Five, my lord" she said, lowering her eyes, "But you may call me whatever pleases you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 19:57:09</strong>
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				He nods his head in response, reaching around to grab her firm buttocks, then to play a finger along her slit. "Hmm..." He says, circling around the pole she was chained to. "Hmm...Slave Number Six-Three-Five, you are skilled in the ways of pleasure?" He then asks, poking her in the ribs as if deciding whether she was suitable for eating or not. <br><br>He comes to stand in front of her, resting both hands on the cane he carried. Its butt was planted just in front of his feet, leaning out towards her, the handle resting at about waist height. He clearly could afford a slave such as her but did not want to show it outright with his interest with her slave master being near by. He knew that if he feigned on the slightest interest he would get a better deal out of the Slave Master, who would do his part in trying to convince the 'fine gentleman' that his money would be well spent.<br><br>Of course, that was part of the game they played. Either way, Hakim was sure to come out on top, and the slave would always be on the bottom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 22:08:22</strong>
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				As he runs his finger along her slit, Anya winces in pain at the sudden roughness. She is careful not to let him see the pain on her face, for that usually put off the men. Her final read on him had been positive. She couldn't be sure, of course--one could never be sure. But, she had a feeling that this man would be good to her. She only wished he would speak some more. Then, she could determine exactly what kind of woman he liked, and mold herself as such. But, he seemed to be a man of few words. <br><br><em>You are skilled in the ways of pleasure?</em><br><br>She lowered her eyes, "Of course, my lord. I will serve you in any way that you please--you have but to ask." <br><br>The slaver, a man named Tobias, had noted Hakim's interest in Anya. He took stock of the man, taking careful note of his expensive clothing and cane. He knew that he could make a potentially good sale. He had never seen this merchant before, but that wasn't a big deal. This town saw many men come and go. He approached the pair, bowing low. <br><br>"Ah! I see your eye has fallen upon this little gem, my lord." he said, with a broad grin plastered upon his face. "Oh yes, this girl is one of my best!" He walked around Anya, and undid the knots that held her to the pole. Anya stumbled a bit as she was given the use of her feet so suddenly, but quickly righted herself, and kept her gaze upon the ground. Tobias grabbed her, and spun her around, pulling up her skirt, he slapped her pert bottom. <br><br>"You see, my lord. Nice and firm. She is a very skilled girl, and does her job without protest...unless you want her to scream and yell..." he added with a wink. He could see that the man wasn't moved by his usual ploys, and decided that he would pull out all the stops. Beckoning the man close, he said, "Tell you what, my lord, since you look to be an upstanding gentleman and all...how about you take her into the cart over there, and test her out." He pointed at the slaver cart. "I promise you that you'll find the experience quite enjoyable, and will no doubt be willing to buy her."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 14:03:41</strong>
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				"Hmmm...." Hakim responds as the man talks. It was always the same. Their 'finest' slave...their most 'obediant' slave. If every slave was like that then their wouldn't be such a thriving trade as slaves were sold and resold and sold once more.<br><br>He glances over towards the cart and smiles. It wasn't often that he got to taste the goods before purchase. Which probably meant that while this one was 'good' she probably had some sort of problems that the slave trader wanted to get rid of her for some reason. Either way, Hakim was going to get some 'action' he hadn't previously considered he would get.<br><br>"I'll take you up on that offer. If she is as good as you say she is," he glances at the slave once more, letting his eyes drop down to her breasts then back up. "then I am sure we can work out a more solid agreement involving an exchange of Gold. Yes? Lets get started then." He turns and strides over towards the cart, opening its door as he climbs up its few steps before disappearing inside.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Watari</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 17:33:52</strong>
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				Tobias bows, and smiles. The 'give it a try' ploy always worked out quite nicely. He slaps Anya on the ass, forcing her to move forward, and toward the cart. As Hakim disappears inside the cart, he pulls her aside. "Listen girl!" he says, "Now, you please that man in there well enough to make him want to buy you. But if he wants to stick his dick in you, call out for me, you hear?" He spits into the dust, before continuing, "This is just a trial, he ain't gonna get the whole dish, got it."<br><br>Anya nodded meekly, and found herself being thrust roughly into the cart, and the door shut behind them. The cart was quite tiny, with a bench on one side of it, upon which Hakim was sitting. There's no other furniture in the cart, and it stinks of human sweat. The heat is sweltering, and inside this closed space, it is even more so. Anya picked herself off the floor of the cart, and got onto her knees. <br><br>She lifted her head, slightly, her eyes meeting Hakim's. "What can I do to please, you sir?" she asks. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sold! [Watari x Eeyore]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 16:57:27</strong>
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				Hakim sits on a bench in the stiffing caravan, looking down at her. He leans forward, hands moving to her breasts. He massages them, then tugs on her nipples. "First, you can sit on my lap, and let me get a better feel of you." He murmurs softly. A little sweat glistens on his forehead from the heat. It was meant to prevent you from staying too long with the girl, but if she did as he commanded then he would certainly be returning home with her. "I want you to get me in the mood before you suck my cock."<br><br>Hakim was well aware of the rules - no sex with the merchandise until after purchase - but that didn't prevent him from having a little fun too. He was certainly a legitimate buyer too and only this slave had caught his eye thus far today. She was certainly exotic and one of a kind and would form an envious start to his harem. Having such a beautiful slave would do well to get his status elevated and his foot in the door of the higher-ups, so to speak.
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