The Market

Twenty minutes later, I was in Oldtown. Oldtown had been a warehouse district under the British colonial government. Those selfsame buildings had been put to more– illicit purposes under Segeste control. The area was now a center of the underworld’s operations, which were of course operated by Segia’s elite. It was mostly used for storage, really, and had a secret port for importing goods which foreign governments wouldn’t approve of. One such storage center was the Meatlocker, where foreign slaves were kept before they were shipped off to the **** markets.

The **** markets were located in a more central part of the city, where fathers who wanted to put their daughters up for auction after putting them through college, men who were selling their previously owned slaves (or wives in some cases), and traffickers sold their goods to the general public. Foreign slaves made up a large part of the sales; they were often captured by traffickers and shipped to Segia. Only the most beautiful, of course; they wouldn’t sell otherwise. They needed to be trained before they were sold, though, and that was also done at the Meatlocker. Men who thought their slaves weren’t trained well enough to sell, and fathers who couldn’t afford to put their daughters through college, also sold to the warehouse.

That’s where I was headed now; the proprietor, a chief underling of the city’s biggest **** trafficker, actually worked for me. He had offered me first pick of the newly trained bunch before they went off to the market.

Arriving at the nondescript building, I was waved through by the armed guards at the entrance. My man Bobby was waiting inside to greet me.

“Hello, my good friend! It is fine to see you! We have a beautiful lot this time, I’m sure you’ll find something to your satisfaction, no?” The short man was Jamaican, and had a strong accent.

“I’m sure I will.”

He led me to an unfurnished, undecorated room where the girls were being kept. They were all lined up naked, all wearing **** collars, with leashes hanging to their sides. A **** didn’t have to wear a leash, or even a collar, if she was out in public if her master didn’t desire it, but it was standard.

I walked down the line of beautiful and buxom girls, groping a few tits or asses. One girl with dyed pink hair caught my eye. Walking up to her, I grabbed her large tits. “What’s your name, slut?”

She seemed ****, but said, “This cunt’s name is Ruby, sir.” She was Segian, by her accent.

I slapped her across the face. “A disobedient ****, eh? Well, I enjoy breaking your type in.”

“This cunt begs your pardons, sir.” I usually didn’t have my slaves refer to themselves in the third person, but I thought I might for this one if I decided to buy her.

“Are you a virgin, girl? I want to sample the goods.”

“Yes, sir. This cunt’s father sold her to the Meatlocker right out of school, when he decided she hadn’t been trained well enough.”

I slapped her again. “I didn’t ask for your whole life story, cunt. Well, Bobby, I’ll give you a bit for her virginity if I decide not to buy her. Turn around and bend over, cunt. It’s time to see if your virgin twat is tight enough to satisfy me.”

She reluctantly turned around, holding her hand to her stinging face. I gave her ass a much harder smack, eliciting a scream. “Hurry up bitch! Bend over and spread those cheeks!”

This time she complied quickly, fearful of another slap on her ass. I laughed and gave her one, leaving a red handprint on her right cheek to match the one on her left. Then I pulled out my hard cock and plunged into her cunt in one swift motion, taking her virginity. She screamed again, cumming immediately. “How’s this for your first time, slut?”

She only continued to scream and moan piteously.

I wasn’t really putting in much effort into breaking her mind and bending her to my will. I would do that at home, if I bought her. This was just a test run. But I was thinking that I would buy her, at this point. She was hot enough, and her cunt was indeed quite tight. Of course, every cunt felt tight to my massive cock, but this one especially. Moreover, it would be fun to break her, and get her begging to throat my dick or bend her over and sodomize her asshole every hour of the day. She came again as I was hammering into her pussy, her screams reverberating against the brick walls. They were the only sound, other than my occasional grunt and the squelch of my cock thrusting into her wet pussy. The other slaves all stood naked and silent, staring blankly at the wall. There was something immensely satisfying about fucking Ruby while they stood there, knowing I could have any of them next, or all of them. I would stick to Ruby for now, though. I wasn’t looking to buy a ton of slaves right now, just one. I preferred taking them for free instead of paying for them, anyway. In fact, any father in this city would pay me to take their unenslaved daughters as my property.

I wasn’t looking to make an extended affair of my test drive of Ruby’s cunt. With this in mind, I slapped her ass again, triggering another screaming orgasm. Then I pulled out, and came all over the floor, several gallons of my jizz creating a massive puddle. This provoked a reaction from the other slaves, causing many shocked gasps. I just laughed, and said, “The rest of you can lick that up. Make sure to get every drop, I wouldn’t want to leave the place dirty. Bobby, I’ll take this slut here. My people will transfer you $10k for her.”

It was half again what she was worth, but I was a generous man.

I picked up Ruby’s leash, leading her out of the room, while the other sluts rushed to lick up my cum. They each came immediately at the taste. I laughed, knowing they were in for quite a few more orgasms. I had spilled a lot of seed.

We left the worn-down building, emerging into the early afternoon sun. My limo was waiting outside for us. The driver handed Ruby a red g-string and some red pasties. These would technically qualify her as being publicly decent. We climbed into the limo. I let her climb in first, groping her ass as she did so. I came in to find she had taken a seat. I took one myself, and called her over. I then bent her over my lap, before delivering a series of smacks to her ass in quick succession.

“I don’t permit my slaves to sit on my other property, unless I tell them to. The upholstery on that seat alone is worth 100 times what I bought you for, and 100,000 times what you’re actually worth. If you can be said to be worth anything at all. I don’t want you ruining anything with your leaking pussy. You’re going to have to learn some obedience, cunt.”

I pushed her off my lap, setting her to kneeling on the floor of the limo. “Lick my balls while I explain some things to you.” She unzipped my pants, and got to slurping. I could have made her cum from the experience, but I wanted to have her internalize what I was telling her. “I’m going to drop you off at my house, while I go get lunch. When you get back, my **** Audrey will explain your duties to you. You’ll be expected to work, and work hard. I also expect absolute obedience. We’ll have some training sessions, you and I, to make sure that lesson really sinks in. Here, take this.” I handed her a silvery buttplug, very long and thick, which had a ruby on the end.

“Suck on this, lube it up. Be careful with it. I could buy ten thousand slaves like you with that ruby. You’ll be wearing the thing at all times. You’re not allowed to touch it, or remove it, without my permission. You’ll simply be a vessel, carrying something infinitely more valuable. If you so much as touch it without my permission, and I’ll know if you do, I’ll have you **** to **** by a prison gang, and dump your corpse in the ocean. As would be my legal right.”

She looked up at me with eyes that were filled with terror as she deepthroated the plug. She had been trained out of her gag reflex, of course. But I also saw arousal in her face. She had not forgotten the orgasm I had given her earlier, and she was extremely turned on, deep down, at being reduced to nothing more than a worthless object. In her mind, of course. She had always been a worthless object.

Once I got tired of waiting, I told her to turn around and bend over. She did so, trembling with fear and anticipation. I plunged the plug into her puckered, bleached asshole in a single motion. She screamed, but relaxed her muscles as I stuck it in so it could go in all the way. She also came, creaming herself. I laughed cruelly; I hadn’t even been using my abilities.

“You’re lucky you don’t squirt, whore, otherwise you would have ruined the upholstery. There are plenty of prison gangs who would love a pretty thing like you.”

We pulled up at my house. I threw Ruby onto the curb after pulling her thong back over her asscrack, not at all concealing the buttplug, to satisfy the public decency laws. Pesky things. I also broadcasted a message to a TV inside to let Audrey know what to do with the girl. Then I told my driver to take me to Le Bouchon.