market.

Before disembarking the ship, they put chains on our wrists and ankles, clearly to prevent our escape but also to further humiliate us. Six men escorted us and the captain, but they didn't stop curious onlookers from observing us and feeling our bodies.

• Hey guys, where can we afford the services of these slaves?
• Come to the **** market, they'll be on sale in two hours.

The message was passed from mouth to mouth, in many languages, mainly North African, but it didn't matter, it was so hot; the low, white houses reverberated the heat. The temperature was oppressive.

We arrived at a large enclosure where many sales were taking place: animals, women, men, and so on. We headed towards the largest enclosure with a platform.

We stopped in front of a man wearing a hood; he lifted it, it was Mr. Roarke.

• Hello ladies, as planned, I've come to see if you want to continue or stop here. This question is individual; after that, it will be too late, the scenario will continue to its conclusion.

As I had thought, my friends shared the same perversion within them as I did. We all asked for the continuation. Lyta, Min Mei, Alicia, Tessa, and I confirmed to Mr. Roarke that we wanted to continue.

• As you wish, go ahead and take them for the rest.

We were led to a plump man who oozed contempt and greed. The captain and he shared a mint tea, as was traditional. The man approached us, examined us, felt our breasts, and checked our teeth.

His greasy fingers slid over my skin, still sensitive from the **** I had suffered, the pressure of his yellowed nails digging marks where the flesh was already bruised.

-Yes, they're pretty, but you branded them with a hot iron, and those marks will lower the price.

"The marks?" the captain sneered, spitting on the ground, a trickle of brown saliva streaking his grizzled beard. "Those bitches deserve much worse."

The vendor grimaced, his thick lips curled over kohl-stained teeth, and gripped my jaw with a brutality that made my neck crack. His fetid breath, laden with rancid spices and damp tobacco, crushed my nostrils as he inspected my mouth like a stallion.

I agree to sell them, one-third for me and the rest for you. It's non-negotiable.

The captain grumbled but nodded. He knew he was the one who could bring in the most gold from our sale. We were led to a cell, finally in the shade, and given the most beneficial water.

The water flowed down my throat in a warm stream, too little, too quickly depleted. The guard watching us sneered as he saw our chained hands trembling around the chipped flask.

• "Take too much and you'll give it back at both ends before the auction."

(message from the author: I enjoy writing down my fantasies, sometimes my nightmares. It's liberating, but I don't know if it's interesting. Let me know in a private message or by giving this chapter a thumbs-up if I should continue.)