The rest of the journey went much the same way. Marco used her mouth several times a day, and each time watched her stick her tongue out and then swallow his cum down with a loud gulp.
Daniella was less predictable, she kept Selena wondering whether she’d be whipped or spanked, or just fucked by her ****. Though the boot licking was a daily occurrence.
After a week or so at sea, they arrived at the city of Vangarra. The port was huge; ships of all strange shapes and sizes loaded and unloaded their cargo. A chain gang of a dozen slaves walked down the ramp from the ship beside theirs.
Selena took in a deep breath as she awaited her fate, awaited the rest of her life.
She was naked still, as she had been since they left Octoton, and she couldn’t help but notice the eyes on her as they descended the ramp. It made her blush a little, but also gave her a sense of arousal, being desired by so many men. She held her hands behind her back, holding her elbows as Fiorella had taught her.
Marco and Daniella followed the chain gang of slaves until they were approached a customs official on the dock.
“What is your business in Vangarra?” he asked.
“We have a **** for auction,” Marco answered.
“I see.” He looked Selena up and down. “Follow the path to the right.”
“She’ a…” Marco said. “Rather special ****.”
“Hmm?” The man’s eyebrow rose.
“She’s a daughter of House Reyes, in Octoton. I’m not sure the usual bidders could afford her.”
“I see… in that case, come with me.”
The customs official led them into a building and through a series of corridors to a private office, where they were met by a series of well-dressed men and women. Selena was examined, appraised, and ogled by each one of them. She could feel their eyes on her, could hear them discussing her worth and value.
“Beautiful olive skin,” one woman said.
“Nice firm breasts.”
“Gorgeous hair.”
“We don’t get many slaves from Hellsmere.”
One man, older and clearly in charge, approached Selena and ran his fingers lightly over her shoulder. She shuddered at his touch, remembering countless orgasms at the hands of her cousins.
"You're a prize, aren't you?" he crooned, running his fingers down her arm and over her elbow.
Selena couldn't help but blush as he walked away from her, discussing her merits with the crowd. She knew the value of a daughter of the great houses of Octoton.
And though she was frightened, she was also excited.
“We’ll need to send out word of her auction,” the older man said. “To allow for the greatest bids.”
“I understand,” Marco said.
“In the meantime, you and your **** should stay in the city, we’ll call for you when we have dignitaries ready for auction.”
“You can stay in the palace while you wait.”
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