Back to Elody

After she was finished being inspected by the man, Elody was told to get back to her feet. She could still taste his seed in her mouth, and the feeling of his cock between her lips was a new sensation she would not soon forget. She still felt strangely embarrassed because of her nudity, and the urge to cover herself was stronger than she had anticipated. Perhaps Vrasha had rubbed off on her? Or maybe it was simply because she had never experienced things quite like this before. Not even with Vrasha.

In any case, once he was done the man did up his leggings and checked her out one last time. His gaze slid up and down her body, flowing from her chest to her womanhood and then finally to her face.

"That wasn't bad at all," he told her. "You need some practice of course, but I am sure your master will provide plenty of that in the days ahead. You're a good looking **** with a good body and functional sexual skills. Considering we'll be selling to masters looking for just that sort of thing, I think we'll make a fair bit of money on you. What do you think?"

Elody dipped her head, looking towards the ground.

"It doesn't matter what I think anymore, does it? I signed the contract and gave away my name. Now it's all up to what you think."

"Hah! Yes!"

He slapped her behind, making her jump at the sudden impact.

"I love it when a **** learns her place. All right, it's pretty late in the day so I think we can safely assume that you are the last new **** for this cycle. Follow me and we'll get you sorted out with your new ''uniform''"

He moved passed her, towards a door on the far side of the room and Elody followed. She looked back once to the pile of clothes she had left when she had entered here but knew better than to try and collect them. Her soles slapped against the cold of the floor, and she privately breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the second room and it was much, much warmer.

It was also already being used. There were three other women already in there. They were kneeling on the floor, iron collars bound their throats and chained them to the walls. Each of them was naked like she was, and it looked like they had gone through the same process. Some of them were sitting with their legs open while others were shielding themselves. They seemed more unsure or uncertain than most slaves in the city. She thought she detected hints of regret or hesitation.

"All right, ladies!" The man shouted, drawing their attention to him. "Thank you all for volunteering to become some of Gelmina's newest slaves. You will be sold on the market tomorrow but before that you will have to be stored for the night. You can't go home, of course, so we will be taking care of you. There is a **** holding not very far away, only about ten minutes walk so I will be taking you all there."

"What about clothes?" Someone asked looking up. "You won't make us go there naked, will you?"

"Not only that!" The man chuckled. "But in chains too! Come now, you're a citizen of Gelmina. You know full well that no **** gets clothes. Not even those who are not yet sold!"

After this, he took a key from his belt and open the collars of each of the women. He made them stand in a line with Elody at the head and busied about them. Elody stood her ground. Her body was tingling and her womanhood was aroused. Heat spread between her legs even as she tried to focus on the world around her. She was aroused, and could not help but think about the journey they were about to undertake.

The man placed a new collar around the neck of each of the **** girls. This one was still made of iron, but thinner. Each one was linked to the next, so that as he closed them upon each of the new slaves, she was locked into the line. Elody closed her eyes when it came her turn. The cold iron closed around her neck, tight enough for her to feel pressing into her throat. Then the man pulled the chain tight, adjusting it so that each woman was given only barely enough. He took each of their hands in turn and bound them behind their backs with rough rope so that they could not shield themselves. Finally, he added shackles for their ankles as if an afterthought, attaching the heavy weights to their legs so that they would move awkwardly.

For Elody, he reserved a further torment. As she was destined to be a pleasure ****, he wanted to make this obvious to any potential buyer who might see them in the street.

"Advertisement is the most important thing," He told her with a leer. "So we're going to make sure that anyone who happens to see this knows exactly what you are."

He attached a second chain to her collar - this one was much thinner, and less clunky. It ran down her front, between her breasts and down to the ground between her thighs. He grabbed it there and pulled it under her legs before pulling it tight and tying the end to the collar of the woman next to her. The chain was pulled roughly against her sex, making Elody moan with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

Then it was time to move.