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Chapter 16 by Manbear Manbear

Do you?

Yes, there's lots to see.

You let the tall amazon lead you from the room to where the others are waiting. Still no sign of trouble from the door you note almost unconsciously as your eyes sweep over the roomful of beauties.

"In a line here, on your knees." You point to an empty wall and in a flurry of motion all eight of the women kneel obediently with their backs against the stone blocks of the wall. This is clearly something that these slaves have been made to do so often that even now with the possibility of freedom they still obey without question.

These women look stunningly beautiful. Kneeling at your feet you can see the intricate patterns of the braid in the bowed heads of the Nubian slaves, their large earrings dance in the light with each tiny movement of their heads. The six other women who had been waiting out of your sight in the large room now also all fall to their knees until all eight women are kneeling before you, heads bowed, thighs spread wide and hands resting on their thighs waiting to be inspected.

“Sit up, so I can see what we have here.” Moving among the women you smile with pleasure at the varied selection. The youngest among them is perhaps eighteen years old and the oldest were the two Amazons who look closer to thirty, all the women are pretty, but clearly this collection has been chosen for their exotic nature, not classical beauty. The slaves' skin-tones vary from the gleaming ebony of the amazons to the alabaster skin of the white-haired woman, between these extremes is almost every shade imaginable. The clothing of the slaves is as exotic as their skin tones. The pale white-haired woman is dressed in a sheer gowns embroidered in gold thread and mother of pearl - she looks like a princess from a fairy tale. The big-breasted blonde with creamy skin truly has the largest tits you have ever seen, they are barely covered by a tightly laced bodice that lifts and supports the huge globes. There are two slender sisters with golden-skin and black hair dressed in identical red and gold tunics; they seemed as flat-chested as boys in comparison to the previous ****, but peeking through the large gap in the closest one’s tunic you are able to see the soft curve of a full breast. The woman is aware of your examination and turns her head just enough to meet your eye, smiling cautiously she asks:

“You like?” Her voice is heavily accented, but her words are easy enough to understand “You take me, yes? I very good. You feel better than wow.” She does look like she could be ‘better than wow’ and you know one of these slaves will be using her body to please you within the next few minutes. She would be an excellent choice. The final two women are the youngest of the eight. A brunette with dusky skin and dark curly hair that is arranged in a headdress of silver coins that hang above her large dark eyes, below her eyes is covered by a veil but you have no doubt her face is as lovely as her eyes. She is dressed in only diaphanous veils, it looks like about ten of them were wrapped around her body these veils are so transparent that you can make out the dark shadows of her nipples through the multiple layers.

The last **** is the nubile teen wearing the dragonskin. She is completely covered from neck to ankle and down to her wrists in the smooth black leather that fits her so tightly that every inch of her body was perfectly molded. Her body looks as firm and lithe as you remember and the black outfit could have been painted on like tar that had dried into a second skin. You take the time to run your hands over every inch of her the suit and cannot find any laces or buckles, could her story of a wizard father and the enchanted nature of this outfit be true? The black suit is covered in tiny scales and is so thin that you can feel her nipples tightening as you stroke her tits. You wonder again how this garment is removed, and what she looks like underneath the black leather.

The erotic sight of these eight slaves kneeling expectantly at your feet is having an undeniable effect on your loins. If you don't have some release soon your balls are going to explode.

Which of these fine women will you start with?

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