Wait out the two hours

You decide to wait out the two hours. As the cart continues to travel, you recite over and over in your head how you plan to dive out of the carriage the moment the cage door opens. Your heart races as you imagine the plan play out, your hands shaking from the adrenaline that’s already coursing through your veins.

You hear strange noises outside along the way, but you pay no attention to them, too focused on your plan.

You feel the cart stop.

“Alright, ladies. Here we are,” one of the merchantmen announces. There is quite a bit of commotion outside and you wonder where exactly you are.

Regardless of where you ended up, your plan hasn’t changed. You’re ready. The cloth cover comes up and you see one of the merchants begin to unlock the cage. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention as he works the lock, seemingly talking to someone out of view.

“You’ll like what we brought you today,” the merchant says. “A healthy sampling of beautiful…”

You’re slightly distracted by what he says. Your mind further pieces together on where you might be. And before you paint the complete picture in your mind that this is, in fact, the **** market, you let your gut instinct take action.

As the cage door creeps open, you lunge forward, pushing against the swinging cage door. Your sudden pounce caches the man off-guard, knocking him across the face with the steel bars of the door. He stumbles out of the way, and you dive out of the cart with a roll.

You quickly regain your footing and hop to your feet. The commotion around you from your sudden outburst echoes about, but you pay no attention to it. Your eyes catch what looks like a doorway in an otherwise dark building, and like a moth drawn to a flame, you run towards it without thinking.

The light grows brighter and brighter, when suddenly, a dark form steps in front of you. You run into the figure and bounce off his tall stature, your momentum barely causing him to budge.

You fall backwards onto the floor and look up, seeing a tall, bulky orc standing over you. Your heart skips and you feel yourself freeze at seeing the creature. He leans over, his large hand taking hold of one of your wrists. He lifts you up, raising you completely off the ground by your arm as if you were weightless. You flail around, but your own weight seems to work against you. The strikes from your free arm and feet against the beast do little as you try and pry away from his grip.

“This one feisty. May be hard to sell,” the orc says as he grins at you with a dumb, slobbering look.

“Indeed,” you hear a woman say behind you. Your eyes turn to a middle-aged woman standing beside you, her graying hair done up and her dress an extravagant purple. “You know better than to bring me ones so spirited,” the woman directs herself toward the merchants.

“We actually found this one on the way here. I figured you could use a bonus girl,” one of the peddlers says.

“Hmm,” the woman hums as she looks you over.

You glare in her direction. “Let me go!” is all that manages to come to your lips.

“Borlo like this one. Let Borlo have if can’t sell,” the orc comments to you.

“Well, she is quite lithe, and the orange hair is popular among buyers, but won’t someone come looking for her?” the older woman says to the merchants.

“That shouldn’t be a problem. She says her village got sacked by orcs. As far as anyone knows, she’s been dragged off by them.”

“Hmm. I think I can offer you a price on this one, but less than the usual fare. She may need a bit of training before I put her up on sale.”

“Let Borlo, Madam Wreath. Borlo train her good,” the orc says he looks up and down your nude form. “She like cock after Borlo has way.”

“Yes. I like the sound of that,” the lady says. “They learn their place pretty quick after a sampling of an oversized orc.”

“No…” you whine as you realize your escape from the orcs may have just led you into the arms of yet another orc.

“Although…” the lady says as she silently contemplates. “Take her to the pens,” she commands the orc. “Just use her mouth to start. Leave the other holes untouched for now.”

The orc nods with a cackle and begins to carry you out of the gloomy building. You give one last fight by giving him a few kicks and punches, but it results in nothing.

“Now, let’s take a look at the rest,” you hear Madam Wreath say as you’re carried out and taken to an adjacent building.