The Slaves' Walk

The journey after that was one of the most intense of Elody's life. The chain rubbed against her sex with each step she took, arousing and exposing her. Its links were soon wet with her arousal and she realised that this was part of the point. By drawing attention to her womanhood, the man was advertising her place and her position. Her hands were bound behind her back so she had **** but to go along with things for now if she did not want to reveal herself. She walked in line with the others, her heart beating to a wild tempo. Her skin was hot, each step became harder and harder than the last. The feeling of the chain rubbing back and forth against her sex was enticing and she could only barely find the strength to continue pushing on. Before she knew it, she was breathing more and more quickly. Arousal soared through her, and she wondered if she was going to climax in the street before they even got to their destination.

As soon as they stepped outside it was obvious to Elody that the nightly march of the new slaves was an event that many had decided not to miss. There was a definite crowd gathered and waiting for them. Some of the other girls hesitated then. One of them went pale and murmured in shock. A few tried to shied themselves with their legs.

The **** driver laughed and tugged on their collars, dragging them forward even as they tried to slow or stop.

"Onwards!" He said, clearly enjoying himself. "Onwards! Let's show the city what high quality slaves you will all turn out to be! Don't be shy now, girls, there's no point. You've already sold your dignity! No taking it back now! Let them see you! Let them see what sort of product that they'll get at the market tomorrow!"

The man's comments were foul but Elody found herself becoming all the warmer for them. it stirred something up inside of her and made it harder for her to walk straight. The cold air curled around her body, her nipples were hard and she could feel the eyes of the crowd against her skin. She swallowed and tried to focus but it was very difficult with the knowledge that so many strangers were seeing her naked. She felt... what was it...?

Mortified.

Yes. She felt mortified. It was a strange feeling that grew stronger and stronger as she was **** to march. Each step teased her sex, the chain rubbing against her lower lips, enticing soft moans and gasps from her as she went. People turned to look. It seemed that her position was not new. Many knew what the extra chain represented and were clearly interested. Some of them gazed at her hungrily, like an animal, and not only men. Both males and females watched as she shuffled passed, their eyes on her chest or falling to her inner thighs. Some of them gazed at her buttocks, while others followed the curve of her back or legs. Elody had never felt so humiliated and yet so turned on. She was breathing faster and faster. It was hard to describe how aroused she was becoming. She tried to close her eyes but she could still feel the relentless tug of the chain and the enclosing collar around her throat.

The **** driver was laughing. Enjoying the obvious discomfort of the slaves. He was in his element now. It seemed to Elody that he had been waiting all day for this.

"Fresh slaves!" He called out. "For the market tomorrow! Good quality! Be there if you want your chance to own them! Gelmina is proud of its slaves! They'll do everything that you tell them and more! Look at this, a rare find indeed!"

Elody yelped as he reached down and tugged at the chain between her thighs. Her legs turned to jelly and she almost stumbled, humiliation stained her face red.

"New pleasure **** totally untrained! Good talent! Good potential! Needs the right master to bring it out!"

"How much is she going for?" Someone shouted. It was a female with long blond hair and gold green eyes. She had a proud, upraised face and the bearing of someone born to nobility.

"Not for me to decide!" The **** driver chuckled. "I only deliver them! The market prices! But I would say she'll go for quite a bit and is worth every copper, wouldn't you?"

"Copper?" The woman said. "If she cost any copper at all I'd be surprised. Gold at the least."

"Exactly what I like to hear!" The man shouted. "Gold at the least! And if you show up tomorrow with enough gold, she could be going home with you!"

He reached out and his hands curled around Elody's chest, his fingers stroking her nipples.

"But better make sure it's a lot of gold because I think she'll be in high demand!"

Then they were moving again. The crowd parted to make room for them but only by the smallest margin. Hands trailed across her thighs and skin as she passed them. Elody swallowed, the fingers tracing their way across her body. Stroking her side, some of them reached out to touch her chest while others stroked her ass or face. With her hands bound, it made her curiously helpless and unable to do anything but endure the attention. Again and again, someone would grab at the chain between her legs and yank it, making her stumble and moan. At first, this was almost accidental but soon they saw the effect it was having on her. Her body felt hot and tight, the attention of the crowd filled her up with a dizzying sense of powerlessness. Elody tried to keep walking but it seemed that as the centrepiece, most of the crowd were drawn to her.

Suddenly, the man tugged at the chain, making them walk more quickly. For Elody, this was a fresh torment as it elevated the feeling of the chain between her legs from something she could tolerate to a gradually building pleasure. Whoever had made it had obviously intended it to be for exactly this purpose, as it was delicate and did not chafe like a heavier chain would have. Instead it slid between her lower lips, teasing and tempting her with each step. It wasn't enough to fill her but it was enough to make her achingly aware of how much she wanted something to do so. Elody had never felt like this before in her whole life; the arousal was so strong. Stronger even than when she made love to Vrasha. The idea of being chained up, marched along, put on display. It boiled her insides and made her quiver with desire and want. Several times she had to remind herself why she was here. That she had to find out the secret to the slaves. She was in danger of getting distracted, of losing herself for a time.

That would be bad. Elody was a nature spirit. To a human, losing track of time could mean minutes or hours. To her it could mean days. She didn't need to eat or sleep if she didn't want to. She didn't require breaks. If she found herself truly distracted she could be away in her own thoughts for weeks without interruption.

She didn't want that to happen here. Even if the idea became more and more tempting the longer that she wore the chains. She had to find her core, and to fight through her rising sense of sexual arousal. It was strange and hard for her, as a being who previously had not been much of one for such things. She had been aroused by Vrasha but their relationship was just as much mental as physical. They knew one another and liked one another. Had fought and suffered together. Though Vrasha's body played a part, it was a fairly minor one.

This was different. This was all physical. As she was ****-marched through the city, Elody came closer and closer to cumming right there on the street. She felt herself edging towards that release, each step, each traitorous pulse of her body brought her closer to it. She struggled mightily, breathing deeply and forcing herself to try and relax but it was no use and soon she was moaning with each step she took. Her womanhood was soaking wet, and it was obvious to everyone just how absolutely aroused she was.

"You're a natural at this," The **** driver told her. "This show will definitely raise your price in the market tomorrow."

Elody had no breath to argue. She felt hot and wet between her legs, a tightness of her muscles was foretelling a coming climax. The chains yanked her forward, **** her to keep moving. She was breathing faster and faster, feeling the trailing edge of the pleasure. The growing promise of more.

They reached the warehouse soon after that and the **** driver told them all to stop. Elody rested, her pussy aching for more. She was _this _close to a climax. Being stopped now seemed both a relief and a torment for her. She tried to ignore the aching want between her legs but the more she pushed it away, the more she became aware of it.

The **** driver brought them through a door leading to a long, stone corridor. The corridor was divided into multiple blocks - cells - into which he directed two women each. He started from the back of the chain, unlocking and bringing them one by one in to the darkness until finally only Elody and the woman behind her remained.

He undid their chains - Elody felt a sigh of relief as the one running between her legs went slack - but kept their hands bound. He led them into a dark cell near the back of the hallway.

The cell was fairly large but somewhat bare. The walls and floor were made of stone and there was a small square shaped opening in the centre of the floor, which led to a deeper darkness she could not see. There were iron pegs driven into the wall, and chains and shackles connected to those pegs. The **** driver took the other woman first so Elody was able to see how they would be restrained.

The other woman looked young - early twenties or younger - and had dark hair. Her face was freckled and she looked somewhat familiar, though Elody could not place her. She was taken to the side of the cell and told to kneel down. There was a stone device situated between her legs. A small block which had a raised section that terminated in a smooth stone phallus. The woman wiggled as the **** driver chained her to the wall, using cuffs to tightly bind her arms and connecting a chain to her collar to keep her in place. However her motion was not so limited that she could not avoid the phallus, and so she positioned her sex below it, riding on the hard stone instead of being penetrated by the shaft. Elody expected the man to punish her for this, but he didn't seem to care.

After she was chained up, it was Elody's turn. She was taken to the opposite wall, so that the they would both be able to see one another. The man repeated the same procedure with her. He used steel cuffs and tight chains to drag her arms into a ''Y'' position, holding her without move movement. Her legs were chained into a kneeling position, though not nearly as tightly and he put a collar around her throat which ran back to the stone wall.

Just like with the other woman, Elody had a smooth stone phallus below her body, and like her, Elody had just enough movement to avoid it. The cold of the stone box made her shiver as she set her sex down against it.

"All right," The man stood back. "That's the two of you secured until tomorrow. I hope the two of you are smart because there is a bit of a puzzle to this cell."

"A puzzle?" Elody said. "Why would you present us with a puzzle? I do not understand."

"Hah. Yes, well, that will became obvious soon." He laughed. "It's nothing too bad so if you don't figure it out, the worst you're going to have is a miserable night. Either way, I'll see the two of you tomorrow."