You hear others

So cum drunk, you’re too tired to be startled when the centaur slows to a stop and you hear other voices.

“Oh, Futaphtodite, welcome! I see you have a new one. This one being sold or kept for your own use?”

She chuckles above you, and you remember this is a slaver, one that’s basically captured their own slave if they don’t wish to be honerable. What’s worse, you willingly gave yourself to this without a fight! You try to say something, but your parched mouth in the hood is too exhausted to do anything but moan.

“Yep, caught this one earlier today. Just traveling to market to sell. I was going to drop them in the slave pens while I rest got the night, if y’all don’t mind.”

She must be talking to gate guards. They say sure, but ask if you’ve been marked yet, as no slave can be left without their slave brand.

“Oh, yes, that. I’ll do it before I dump them then.” She walks into the camp, and you hear her mutter just to you, “shit, I forgot about the brand. We could fake it... but if it’s found out we’ll both be in trouble. Or I could just give you the brand, it’ll make the trip easier...”