“Inspection” yelled the Slave Trader. I was bought from the northern lands, hands shackled, legs bound by loose chains. I had been washed and groomed by local women who were bonded by the slave trader. I didn’t understand their language. They were kindly and mostly gentle. They had insistently pointed at my pubic mound. “Hmm” I thought, what did they want? After scrubbing me in the bath of all my travel grime (that’s a story for another day), they had me lay on a table. Rubbing me with fragrant oil all over I was starting to relax and enjoy it! Until I saw a large knife! I nearly jumped out of my skin! They restrained me and murmured soothing words of which I didn’t understand. One of the women started rubbing soap into my pubic hair! What were they doing? However, this felt really nice and I relaxed a little. Another lady was soothing my hair and one was gently caressing my nipple. OH My! I was relaxing. I felt a scrape along my mound.
I quickly realised they were shaving me… I had heard of it, talked about it in whispers in my village. The woman seemed to have deft hands and was rhythmically shaving then washing the blade. I moved my head to look and my mound was bare. I heard her say something to the woman beside her, I felt hands pulling my legs apart and pulled my pussy lips apart. Pulling and maneuvering the folds in my labia to get a smooth shave. It felt scary and arousing at the same time. I wasn’t sure if that was their aim or just a side effect of my pussy being inspected and moved, getting caressed and fondled. When they were done a gentle probing finger went inside.
An exclamation! I didn’t understand? I wonder if they could tell that I was a virgin? That must have been it. In my village it was very important that a woman was a virgin before she was given to a man. However, making love with one’s mouth and anus was encouraged. Just the pussy was to be kept unentered so that the man knew that the children of the union were theirs.
I was set upright. My hair braided, Kohl put around my eyes. Breasts fondled to erect my nipples. I was chained. However these weren’t heavy chains… a chain around my neck and the chain was hanging down my back then clipped to managles held at my wrists. It was quite awkward, my breasts were standing out with my shoulders back.
I was led by the chain. I knew it was better for me not to resist. I had marks on my back from a whipping I had when trying to escape after my capture. I was led to a courtyard. I could see that other girls were there, in various states of distress. I could see a crowd eager to see the show… unfortunately part of the show was me!
Suddenly it all went black. I was startled. I realised a blindfold was covering my eyes. I breathed deeply to regain my composure. I had quickly realised after my capture that to keep a calm and stable demeanor was to my advantage.
I felt a warm breath at my ear… ‘she’s a beauty’. I tensed. I could feel a hand running over my breasts then I was shocked when my nipple was pinched. ‘Sensitive nipples’ the deep throaty voice said. Another hand reached up to my throat and lifted my chin while the other hand rubbed along my mound ‘well shaven, well prepared slave”. A finger went into my pussy. “Oh very tight” another voice goes “a virgin I believe”. “Oh really” he purred. “She won’t be for long,” he said. I started to breathe hard. “Calm down my pretty,” the voice said.
The trader started talking about how the women of my tribe have special skills in sucking cock. All of a sudden my knees went from under me and a penis was shoved in my mouth. The cock was hard and to my pleasure and surprise it smelt good and clean. I was sure it was the man with the smooth velvety voice. He grabbed my hair firmly yet gently. I believe I did have special skills. The women in our village were taught how to control the gag reflex and take the whole penis in. Creating a hole of wetness and delight. The man was moaning. I thought that it was a good sign. Then all of a sudden I felt the flogger against my back. I sucked more, faster and firmer. I heard “aha… another one that loves a bit of pain while sucking cock”. All of a sudden I felt the man ready to come, he pulled out. I felt the spray of his ejaculate all over my face and breasts.
“Clean her up and have her delivered to me”
“Yes Master D” I heard the Slave Trader say.
I was in shock. What just happened?