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Stephanie
in Slave Market
By
Sir Kevin
I
saw her standing there.
My
eyes were fixed on her as soon as I entered the slave market.
There
were about twenty slavegirls on display in the market that
day,
and each one of them, I had to admit, was of the best quality.
All
of them were pretty; some were indeed beautiful.But
she seemed
to
have a unique atmosphere around her that I found especially
attractive.
Like
all the other girls, she was completely naked.Her
hands were
cuffed
behind her back, and her ankles locked in a set of heavy iron
shackles
-- too heavy, I said to myself, for her slim little ankles.
On
her neck was a black iron collar, attached to a chain hanging
from
a wooden beam above her head.She
was forced by the chain to
stand
rigidly straight, waiting to be examined by potential buyers
in
the most humiliating way -- much in the same manner as the other
girls
in the market.
Yet
she appeared somewhat different from the rest of the slavegirls.
While
all the other girls were tall and well-built, she was petite,
no
more than 5 feet 4 inches tall, with a waist small enough, it
seemed,
to be held in a man's hands.The
others were all gorgeously
blond;
her hair was of a silky chestnut color.Surrounded
by
well-tanned
breasts and thighs, her skin looked vulnerably pale,
through
which her veins could be seen as winding thin blue lines.
Against
the smooth whiteness of her limbs, the rough, dark surface
of
the irons that imprisoned them made a sharp contrast.While
the
other
girls were making all efforts to present themselves to their
future
masters in the most beautiful and sexy way, she simply stood
quietly
and almost motionlessly in her corner, with her eyes rooted
on
the cement floor.A few bunches of
long wavy hair climbed over
her
slim shoulders to her front, as if in a desperate attempt to
cover
her bare breasts.
Unlike
the other girls, who must have been bought and sold in a
slave
market as a way of life, she had the freshness to one's eyes
that
belonged only to a girl who was having such a traumatic
experience
for the first time in her life.
I
stopped in front of her.She raised
her head slightly to glance
at
me, but quickly hung it again.I
saw her bare feet trying to
move
back away from me, but the chain on her collar held her firmly
in
place.
"What's
your name?" I asked, lifting her chin with a finger.
"Stephanie...
sir."Her voice was trembling a little,
but
nevertheless
extremely sweet and melodious.Meanwhile
she tried
hard
to keep her eyes on the ground to avoid confronting my
inquiring
eyes.This made her look very lovely.
"Your
last name?"
"It
doesn't matter, sir," she said with a sigh."A
slavegirl
doesn't
need a last name any more."
She
might be new in her bondage, but she certainly understood her
situation
quite well already.
I
brushed aside her hair with my fingers to fully expose her
breasts,
and the pair of tenderly pink nipples.Her
breasts were
small
and firm, and jiggled at the touch of my fingers.She
couldn't
be more than twenty, I thought.
"How
old are you?"
"Eighteen,
sir."
I
took her breasts in the palms my hands, and started caressing them
gently.This
immediately send a little quake through her body,
causing
the chain on her collar to jingle.A
faint groan came from
her
throat, and I could feel the two small patches of soft pink skin
on
the tips of her breasts hardening into thrusting nipples.She
closed
her eyes, apparently scared but nonetheless enjoying my
touch.I
was pleased with her response.
Perhaps
I should have her nipples pierced if I bought her, I
thought.
"Turn
around," I released her breasts and ordered her.
With
the jingling of chains, she slowly turned around, revealing
about
a dozen whip marks on the small of her back.The
fingers of
her
cuffed hands rubbed against one another nervously.
"Were
you whipped recently?"
"Yes,
sir.This morning."
"Why?"
"I
don't know, sir.Honestly."She
gave a sigh and added in a soft
voice:
"but I guess whenever a slavegirl is whipped, it's always her
fault,
one way or another."
I
smiled.She is cute.
I
examined her hands carefully, and lifted her feet to look at their
soles.Everything
I saw bore the marks of an easy and comfortable
life
before the first chain was locked around her neck.Even
after
being
forced to walk barefoot for days or perhaps weeks, as all
slavegirls
were, her feet were amazingly tender and clean.
"How
long have you been a slave, Stephanie?" I asked, turning her
around
to face me again.
"About
two weeks, sir."
"What
were you doing before that?"
"I
was a student at St. Julia College... sir."
"What
was your major?"
"I
was an English major..."She raised
her head and stared blankly
into
the blue sky above the chains and the beams.I
could see tears
in
her eyes.
"How
did you become a slavegirl?" I was genuinely curious.
"It
was a long story...," she answered after hesitating for a short
while.
I
walked around her nakedness and gave her a full examination again.
The
youthful and natural beauty of her petite figure, enhanced by
the
chains and shackles she wore, pleased me immensely.There
was
no
permanent brand anywhere on her body; she had only a fading blue
stamp
on her left hip that read: "E&L Slave Traders."But
the
inscriptions
on her collar indicated a different owner: "Property of
Tony
Francera."
"Stephanie,"
I informed her, "I think I'm going to buy you."
"Are
you going to be kind to me, sir?"She
raised her head again
and
for the first time let her eyes meet mine.Brown
and clear, her
eyes
were very charming.
"It
depends.On how you behave.But
anyway, I'll keep you naked
and
chained like this all the time.And
I'll whip you at least once
a
week.Also, how would you like a
pair of little rings pierced
through
your nipples?"
"...Do
I have a choice?"
"Of
course not, you silly little slave!" I laughed and patted her on
the
back.Except for the fresh whip marks,
her skin was soft and
smooth,
and felt good.
"Where
is your master?"
Before
the slavegirl could say anything, a man's voice came from
behind
me: "nice choice, fellow!She's real
good stuff, isn't she?"
I
turned around and found myself facing a short, dark-skinned man
with
a black mustache.With a friendly
smile, he stretched out his
right
hand and said: "I'm Tony.This wench
is mine.Isn't she a
real
sweetheart?"
"Oh
yes, indeed," I agreed as we shook hands."I
haven't seen
anything
like her in the market for quite a while.Where
did you
get
her from?"
"From
the hands of the E&L guys.Those
bustards!They would have
wasted
her.The day I went there, they had
her hanging from the
ceiling,
her hands tied behind the back and drawn up and all that.
And
they tied a cement block to her big toes.Man,
it looked like
they
were going to break her arms and ruin her for good.When
I got
there
they had a pair of damn big alligator clamps on her nipples.
They
wired them up, and a guy was giving her electric shocks through
the
tits.The poor babe was jerking like
a fish out of water.Man,
you
never heard a girl screaming like that!"
"Good
God!Did they really do that to you?"
I turned to the
slavegirl.
"Yes,
sir," she answered briefly.Her voice
was noticeably shaking
with
terror at the memory.
"Why
did they do that?" I asked Tony, truly unable to imagine the
necessity
to torture this sweet and helpless girl in such a
horrifying
way.
"It
turned out some big brothel wanted to buy her, and they were
only
softening her up for the johns.Damn
fools!I told them they
were
ruining genuine crystal to make a piece of glass.And
I told
them
the best thing they could do by beating her up was to turn her
into
a bitch just like those," Tony pointed at the sexy blondes
chained
next to Stephanie.
"That's
true," I agreed sincerely.
"Yeah!I
could see at the first sight this babe was something
special.High-class
stuff; you know what I mean?She
deserves
better
than that.So I made them a better
offer and took her home.
I
trained her myself.It didn't take
too much hard work.She's a
real
good girl.Aren't you, sweetie?"He
turned to the slavegirl
and
started rubbing the back of his hand against one of her nipples.
"May
I ask why you whipped her this morning?"
"Oh
that!That was nothing at all.You
have to use your whip on
these
girls once in a while, you know.Just
to make sure they know
who
they are."Tony winked at me and
changed the subject: "so you
want
her?"
"Well,
how much?"
"She's
going on auction in a moment.I'm
asking only eight grand
for
a start."
"Eight
thousand?That's pretty high a start,
don't you think?"
Tony
winked at me again and said, "well, she's not just any
slavegirl,
right?"
"True.Do
you have her papers with you?"
"Sure
thing!"
I
had just started looking through her identification documents when
suddenly
a loud and rough voice burst out right next to my ears:
"Well
well well, little bitch!I thought
we would meet again!"
Turning
around I saw a very big man with a heavy beard standing in
front
of Stephanie.Twisting about fearfully
in his shadow, the
naked
slavegirl looked all the smaller.
"Stephanie
Dartville, right?" the man continued. "Still remember me,
you
little bitch?"
She
obviously recognized him too.Her
face turned pale, and her
body
shivered visibly.She turned her
face left and right, as if
searching
for help, and struggled vainly against the shackles and
chains
to escape from him.
"Mr.
Johnson!"Tony was suddenly all smiles."How
are you doing,
Mr.
Johnson? You know this wench?"
"Boy,
do I know this little bitch!" the man burst out again.His
words
came together with a heavy smell of beer and tobacco."She's
one
of those chicks working for the New Underground Railroad, and
last
year she helped several of my slavegirls run away.I've
been
looking
for her all over the place.And what
do you know!Here she
is,
the freedom fighter herself in the slave market!God,
I love
it!"
"For
your information, bitch," the man turned to Stephanie, "I have
caught
all my chicks one by one, and I gave every one of them a
lesson
that she'll forever thank you for.And
that friend of yours,
Jennifer
Stanistow, she ended up in my stable too.I
showed her a
living
hell and then sold her to bunch of bikers.Tell
you the
truth
she didn't enjoy it at all.Next
it's your turn!"
Johnson
suddenly grabbed the naked girl's nipples between his
fingers
and pinched them very hard.Poor
Stephanie threw back her
head
and screamed in formidable pain.
"Tony,"
he roared, "I want this bitch.What's
your price on her?"
"Mr.
Johnson," Tony asked hesitantly, "you are not going to buy her
just
to kill her, are you?"
"Of
course not!" Johnson answered. "Not this one.Death
will be a
luxury
for her.I'm going to teach her things
could be worse than
death.I'll
make a good example of her for all those chicks.She's
going
to spend a long time in the pillory on Broadway, but first
I'll
need to whip her hide into tiny pieces.Take
a good look at
this
whip, little bitch!It's going to
be your life-long
companion."
The
poor girl glanced at the whip in Johnson's hand, and her eyes
were
filled with horror.It was not one
of the conventional whips
designed
for the tender skin of a girl.Made
of raw cow hide, it
was
quite similar to the bull-whips that cowboys used on their
cattle,
only much shorter.It was an extremely
brutal thing to use
on
the naked body of a girl.
And
the pillory on Broadway was also an extremely brutal torture
device.Besides
the utmost humiliation of being displayed naked in
front
of thousands of people every day, a girl locked in the pillory
by
her neck, wrists, and ankles could support the weight of her body
only
by either standing on her toes, sitting on the sharp edge of
the
foot-stock, or hurting her neck in the upper pillory.It
had
not
been used for over three years, but the moans and tears that it
had
extracted from every girl it had ever imprisoned still remained
vivid
in everyone's memory.
A
bell rang at the center of the slave market, indicating the
auction
was about to start, and the men began moving toward the
auction
block.I took another look at the
girl I had decided to
purchase,
and turned to join the other men.
"Sir..."It
was Stephanie's soft voice.
Turning
around, I asked her: "are you talking to me?"
"Yes,
sir," she looked at me earnestly. "Are you going to buy me?"
"So
you can run away?"
"No,
sir, please..."her voice became
eager."I promise I'll never
run
away from you.I promise!I'll
be your faithful slave
throughout
my life.I'll do anything you want...I
can cook.I'm
a
good dancer -- I have learnt the belly dance.And
I can play
violin
or mandolin for you.I can be very
useful.And... you can
do
anything you please to me.Whip me
all you want.Keep me
chained.And
you can pierce my nipples -- please do.Torture
me
anyway
you want to.But please... please
buy me, sir.You can sell
me
again later if you don't like me.But
just...just don't let that
beast
lay his fingers on me; please?"
Tears
ran down on her rosy cheeks.It was
a plea that I could not
say
no to.
I
stepped back to her, and wiped the tears off her face with my
thumbs.Holding
her face in both hands, I kissed her gently on her
lips.
"Don't
worry," I told her."I'll do my best
to outbid that old
Johnson
guy.I like you, sweetheart."
"Thank
you, sir."
The
auction started.Within an hour about
ten of the slavegirls
were
sold, some for five or six thousand, others for ten of eleven.
A
girl with beautiful long legs and full bosom brought her master
fifteen
thousand and eight hundred dollars.
Then
came Stephanie's turn.
She
was led onto the auction block by an assistant of the
auctioneer.The
chain on her collar had been replaced by a leather
leash
held in the man's hand.The auctioneer
kicked lightly on the
back
of one of her knees, and Stephanie dropped on her knees.She
was
told to sit on her heels, and the auctioneer's assistant kicked
her
knees apart to expose her pussy.
There
she knelt, naked and shackled, with her head hanging low, her
legs
apart and her hands still cuffed behind her back, in a
beautiful
picture of female submission.Few
people could imagine
that
only two weeks before this miserable slavegirl was sitting in a
comfortable
dorm room in one of the most prestigious colleges in the
region,
and perhaps writing anti-slavery poems.
The
response from the bidders was moderate.Most
of the men around
the
auction block were middle-aged businessmen, who would much
sooner
prefer a mindless blonde sexpot to a girl of intelligence
like
Stephanie, whose reserved look was to them an indication of
trouble
in the future.When the bidding went
over ten thousand,
Johnson
and I were the only competitors left.Yet
the bidding soon
reached
and passed twenty thousand, much to everybody's surprise.
Johnson
was clearly determined to put his chains on Stephanie's
neck,
and for this he would pay any price.When
he called out
twenty-eight
thousand after my offer of twenty-five, there was a
brief
commotion around the auction block, and then there was
complete
silence.I could hear jingling chains
on both sides of the
block;
the girls still waiting to be auctioned were also stretching
their
necks to see what would happen next.Twenty-eight
thousand
was
almost an insane price to pay for a slavegirl, even for one as
pretty
as Stephanie.
"Do
I hear twenty-eight and five hundred?" the auctioneer asked.
"Yes."I
said.It was far more than I could
easily afford, but I
was
determined too.
"Twenty-nine
thousand!" Johnson called out.
I
looked at the naked girl kneeling on the auction block.All
I saw
was
a pair of expecting eyes.
"Twenty-nine
thousand and five hundred," I told the crowd.
"Thirty
thousand!"
"Thirty
thousand and five hundred."
"Thirty-one!"
"Thirty-one
and five hundred."
It
was all quite for a while.Johnson
did not respond immediately
to
my new offer.On the auction block
Stephanie closed her eyes and
bit
her lower lip in great anxiety.
"Do
I hear thirty-two?" the auctioneer asked.
"No,"
Johnson replied, "you hear forty thousand."
This
caused an enormous commotion in the crowd.A
man standing next
to
me exclaimed: "give him that girl, young man!I
could sell you
my
mother for that money."
Everybody
laughed.
I
looked at Stephanie at a loss.Again
I saw the pair of expecting
eyes,
which were now getting rather desperate.But
I quickly
calculated
my financial situation and recognized that I had lost
her.
"Sold
to the gentleman for FOR-TY THOU-SAND DOLLARS!"The
auctioneer's
voice expressed uncontrollable excitement.
More
excited was Tony.I was sure he still
could not believe what
had
happened: he had just made forty thousand dollars out of a girl
he
probably paid as little as four thousand for.
I
saw him talking warmly with Johnson on the block, patting each
other
on the shoulders.Then he helped
Johnson drag the poor girl
down
from the block.He removed the shackles
from Stephanie's neck
and
limbs, and Johnson immediately tied her hands tightly behind her
back
with a long rope.Stephanie tried
to put up a fight, but was
easily
overcome by the two men.After they
had tied her up, Johnson
kicked
Stephanie down on the ground, and lashed her several times
with
his whip, making her cry out in pain and beg him for mercy on
her
knees.Then they took her away into
the blacksmith's workshop
behind
the auction block.Shortly after,
I heard her screams
penetrating
the wooden door of the small workshop.
I
had let her down.
Stephanie's
screams lasted a few minutes.When
she was dragged out
from
the workshop, she was apparently in such pain that she could
hardly
walk.She was told to kneel in front
of the notary's office,
and
Johnson and Tony went in.
I
walked up to her.
Her
whole body was shaking and covered with sweat.Her
shoulders
jerked
with her sobs.She knelt next to
the wall, and leaned on it,
with
her head sunk on her chest.The rope,
tied around her wrists
and
looped several times around her arms, was so tight that it cut
into
her tender flesh.The horrible cuts
that Johnson's whip left
on
her back and shoulders were still bleeding.I
noticed her
nipples
were bleeding too.They had been
pierced, and a small chain
was
attached to the silver-colored nipple rings.
On
her right hip, I found a newly imprinted oval brand: "S.S.
Johnson."A
few other words were cruelly branded on her back near
the
right shoulder: "Stephanie Dartville, member of the New
Underground
Railroad."I could imagine the formidable
humiliation
these
words would bring her when she was displayed in the nude in
public.
"Stephanie,"
I did not know how to comfort her, "I'm sorry."
"No,
sir," she said sobbingly, without raising her head, "you did
all
you could.I know.But
there was no hope from the beginning; I
should
have known that.He wanted me, and
he had enough money to
buy
me at any price.Thank you for trying
to help, sir.You have
done
me a great favor, and I'll remember it forever.I'll
pray for
you
every day till I die."
"Stephanie,"
I tried to offer my advice, "the important thing now is
to
take good care of yourself.Try to
make the best of it.Try to
please
him, and obey him.Maybe he won't
be too harsh on you after
a
while..."
"There's
no use, sir," she interrupted, raising her tear-covered
face
and shaking her head in despair."There's
no use.He's
determined
to put me through hell, and he's going to do it no matter
what.I
know that beast..."
Her
head sank again, and she fell silent.
"Well,
buddy, still interested in her?" Johnson came out from the
office."That's
all right.Just wait a few years.You
can have
this
little bitch when I'm done with her.That
is, you can have her
bones
after I've done away with her skin and flesh."
He
laughed savagely, and grabbed the small chain on Stephanie's
nipple-rings
to pull her up on her feet, cursing and kicking her
mercilessly
in the meantime.Then he turned to
me again and said,
rather
friendly: "seriously, buddy, take my advice: don't waste your
emotion
on a slavegirl.There are plenty
of them around.Why don't
you
go get yourself another one?You
can get five of them for the
money
you just offered.And you'll forget
all about this chick in a
blink."
Maybe
he was right.
I
watched while Johnson led Stephanie away through the crowd,
holding
the chain on her nipples, which forced her to walk with her
breasts
thrown out in a peculiar way.Then
I wandered in the slave
market
for another ten or fifteen minutes, browsing through the
girls
still on display, but without seeing or hearing anything.
I
decided to leave.
As
soon as I walked out of the slave market, my eyes fell on
Stephanie
again.She was now suspended in a
spread-eagle position
on
the back of a van, with fresh whip marks on her breasts and
thighs.She
bit her lip and suffered the agony in silence.A
small
crowd
had gathered around her.
The
van started moving when I walked up, but Stephanie had enough
time
to smile at me sadly and say: "Bye-bye, sir.God
bless you."
"Bye-bye,
Stephanie," I answered her in my mind. "I'll pray for
you."
The
small crowd dispersed, leaving me standing conspicuously on the
curb.A
security guard looked at me curiously.
Behind
me the auctioneer in the slave market declared over the
speaker:
"Good news, gentlemen!In a few minutes
we are getting two
more
girls to be auctioned today.Both
are incredibly beautiful.
Authentic
college chicks..."
I
ran across the street, and kept running.
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