Master Arzinni's Harem of Possesions

"Possession?" Sarah's lip quivered. She stared openly at the marking on the passing woman's rear. He was...marking their bodies? Why?

"Myself and every other woman who lives in his home belong to Master Arzinni." Her guide explained in a soft voice. It was as though the idea of belonging to some other man was the most natural thing in the world to her now. "Our bodies are his to do with as he wills."

"You're slaves?" Sarah asked.

"If you must call it that. There is no legal bill of ownership. This is a free country. But, none the less we belong to Master. He makes our choices for us." The woman explained. If anything that made it all the more confusing to Sarah. "Come along. The Master is waiting."

The two continued walking along the path, albeit with Sarah now a very **** participant even in this. Along the way they crossed by an indoor bath. Sarah stopped to gawk. There were more women here. There must have been five. And they were the same as the other two. All of them were young and attractive. All of them had bellies swollen with pregnancy. The most heavily pregnant of them seemed on the verge of giving birth. The least was barely showing at all. There was a variety of them. The youngest, the least pregnant of the five, looked barely older then 18 and was Asian. The most heavily pregnant was Latina. The oldest must have been in her mid thirties and had short brown hair and white skin.

Whenever one of them was turned away from her she'd see the same thing as the others as well. A marking, a brand or tattoo, on their right ass cheek and whip marks on their backs and shoulders.

"Master acquires women through various means. He adopts their families and ensures brothers and sisters receive a proper education. Some are daughters given as gifts to him. Others he collects through alternative means. Master loves to bring a new girl into the fold."

Sarah put her hands over her mouth, half in shock. This couldn't be real. It couldn't. It was like the villain of some kind of feminist tract. Just how many women was this man doing this too? He'd seemed so nice and amiable when she met him before.

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