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Chapter 8 by Manbear Manbear

Who is it?

One of the Guards

"Hello Angel" His voice is low, but you recognize it right away. Klytonos was one of Rastus' guards and in the month since your sale to Rastus he has been one of your greatest tormentors. As a common guard Klytonos was not allowed to use your body the way Rastus' guests were, but that hadn't stopped him from lusting after you. His hungry eyes would follow you wherever you went and his hands never missed opportunities to brush, pinch and even cup your ass or breasts when he knew he would not be caught. He was careful to never leave marks on your body and you had learnt early not to complain about your treatment. Slaves who complain were punished in many different ways. Reduced food, increased work duty, chains and whips are used until slaves learn not to complain about their situation.

"I said: Hello Angel" Klytonos' face was now peering through the small grated window in the door, his broken nose and missing teeth visible even in the dim lighting of the hallway. "Are you still too proud to talk to me, sweet cheeks?" You take a minute to decide if talking to him was a good idea, you hate to encourage him, but you need to know what is going on.

"Why are you here?" You ask as casually as possible "You had guard duty last night." Your hand rests on your makeshift knife hiding it from view, although you hope you won't have to use it with this thug. He is nearly double your weight with wrists as thick as your calves and a barrel chest that fills his tunic completely.

"I wanted to see you babe." He laughed "Oh yeah, we are going to see a lot of each other." As he speaks you hear the sound of a key turning in the cell door, and in next to no time at all the door starts to swing open. You heart sinks in your chest as he pushes his way into your tiny cell filling the doorway with his broad torso. He was wearing a simple tunic that hung just above his knees and that was held to his hips by a broad leather belt that strained against his bulging belly.

"Wait!" Your voice breaks in panic as he steps closer "You're not supposed to be here, what are you doing?" The pungent scent of his unwashed body fills the small cell, he kicks the door shut behind him and it closes nearly all the way leaving only a thin crack of light from the hallway. Even in the dim light you can see the bulge of his tunic under his belt. Your mind races as his intentions become clear.

He is going to **** you. You could scream for other guards to come, but with the unusual occurrences of this evening you doubt there is anyone who will come. The pathetic little blade in your hand might cut deep enough into his thick neck to reach an artery, but if you fail his anger could kill you. The only other option you can think of is to let him have what he came for; your stomach turns at the thought of letting this disgusting man touch you in any way, but you have been used by many men since your sale, you are no longer the chaste virgin that was led to the auction block.


The morning of your auction you were bathed by two slaves. They led you first down the steps of simple bath and slipped into the warm water by your side. It was a glorious feeling to let your body bask in the warm water that washed away the grime on your skin accumulated during the days in the **** wagon. You were dirtier than you thought possible, as the **** girls gently rubbed you all over the water turned grey with the filth that they teased from your body. You were embarrassed by how foul you had become but you knew that there was absolutely nothing that you could have done to avoid it. As the caravan got closer to Athenapolis more and more women were added to your wagon making it impossible to keep clean. You started to look forward to each evening when all but three of you were taken from the wagon by the men of the caravan because for those few hours you had enough room to stretch out on the soiled straw.

The bath attendants used several different soaps to lift the oils from your hair washing out the brown locks and combing the tangles from your hair until you finally felt clean for the first time in over a week. After washing the bulk of the grime from your body the slaves led you into a second bath room, this room was lavishly decorated with a marble bath basin and several beautifully polished benches were positioned around the bath. Again the slaves washed your body, but this time they paid particular attention to your small breasts and loins. At first you tried to keep their hands from your private parts, but they were insistent and you just didn’t have the strength to fight their firm hands. After your second bath you were led to one of the benches and stretched out on the smooth surface. The women used soft cotton towels to dry the drops of water from your skin and hair, and rubbed your entire body with lightly scented oil. As one of the slaves continued to massage the stress from your back the second **** gently shaved the hairs from under your arms. You missed the playful banter that you shared with your personal maids as they bathed you, but in all other ways these women treated you with the same respect and skill as your maids. Part of your soul started to believe that your had been ransomed, and that this nightmare had finally ended. When you her rolled onto your back and the soft downy curls that covered your woman's mound were completely shaved you realized that this nightmare was far from over.

You were brought to the auction block dressed in mockeries of the robes of a Priestess of Helios. The material was so sheer that the men and women gathered in the great square for your sale could easily see the shape of your figure under the robes. Not that it mattered much because as your sale progressed the layers of clothing were removed one by one enflaming the desires of the men bidding on you. The sale was humiliating, despite your best efforts to protest you docilely allowed the auctioneer to pose you. You have since learnt that ****’s food is usually laced with a **** on the day of their sale to dull the desire to fight. Much was made of your untouched state, twice you were inspected by grey bearded physicians who swore before all the gods in the pantheon that no man had breached your sacred sanctuary, but the auctioneer did his best to position you in such a way that your firm breasts and ass were impossible to ignore.

It took several minutes of bidding before it became clear that one of two men would claim you off the block. You couldn’t see much of either man but you kept hoping that at the last minute a savior would save you from your fate. It never happened, there was no miracle that day, once again your prayers had gone unanswered and your faith in the gods was shaken even more.


“That’s right girl” Kytonos’ voice jerks you from your memories back into the present, “I know you want this just as much as any other slut.” His hand lifts the tunic and tucks it into his belt exposing a swollen shaft that throbbed with desire. You need to make a decision, do you fight, scream or play along until you get a better chance to use the sharpened length of metal hidden in your hand?

What do you do?

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