Zungur
Governor
56 On Display
The girls struggled a bit when they were driven up a small and narrow ladder leading to the selling platform. It was not easy to keep balance with their hands tied behind their backs, but it felt like a relief once they were standing up there, out of reach of grabbing hands.
The relief did not last long as they realised that they were they were exposed, bound and almost naked to a crowd of people amongst whom anybody might buy them as his possession to be used in any thinkable way. They felt fear, despair and shame so strong that Nasik and Nafor broke into tears. Their hearts pounded and all of them shivered with excitement.
Their masters did not care about their feelings, they both had brought hundreds of slaves to the market and, while themselves being perfectly indifferent to the emotions of their merchandise, they knew that crying and trembling girls attracted attention of potential customers.
‘Take off the rope, will you?’ the trader ordered his helper.
‘We will shackle them with these heavy chains. Makes a nice contrast to these flimsy clothes they are wearing and makes them look more delicate and helpless.’
‘Do you want them standing or kneeling?’
‘How often did I tell you that I want a nice and dynamic display? Punters should be attracted and not bored! Give them something to look at, to show that this is upscale merchandise!’
‘Well, sure, whatever you want, boss, just tell me.’
‘You should use your imagination, if you ever want to become successful in the trade!
Let’s see ... two of them with their hands above their heads, close to the edge, so punters can have a nice view upwards. Two standing in the centre and two kneeling here, facing the crowd. Take this one, she knows what to do and this little blonde slut next to her. They make a nice pair and she is again pretty excited, so she will give a good show.’
When she was forced to her knees next to Nawon, Nasri’s face glowed red, because her excitement was so obvious to see.
As Natoo was about to be shackled to the still sobbing Nafor, she whispered some words into the trader’s ear. Laughing he rearranged the heavy chains connecting their wrists, so that they went through in between their legs.
‘You really got some ideas, girl!’ he said chuckling, ‘now see to it that you all get sold quickly!’
Natoo just smiled and kissed a tear from Nafor’s cheek.
The merchant turned to his helper again: ‘You know the prices. You can go down for about 10 percent, but not a bit more! I’m going to have breakfast and will come back in an hour or so. I hope there will be few of them left, by then, but if so, we re-arrange them and you can take a break.’
The trader left and his helper tried to lure customers to the platform, praising the beauty of the girls, their skills and their devotion. Lots of people, men and women, had a look at them but few stopped long enough to enquire about the prices.
The girls did their best, despite their anxiousness they smiled and tried to look as attractive as possible. But time passed and still nobody seemed interested in purchasing one of them.
When a man turned away from Nasik after he had examined her for some minutes the helper angrily whipped her little bum with a can, making her shriek, which caused some laughter in the crowd of spectators.
Nasri spotted a tall warrior and mustered all her courage. She stretched out her hands to him and pleaded: ‘Please, master, this slave wants to be yours, please.’
The man gave a laugh: ‘Shut up you pale little bitch. Tomorrow we leave town to sack some more cities, then I can get a dozen like you for free!’
The girls struggled a bit when they were driven up a small and narrow ladder leading to the selling platform. It was not easy to keep balance with their hands tied behind their backs, but it felt like a relief once they were standing up there, out of reach of grabbing hands.
The relief did not last long as they realised that they were they were exposed, bound and almost naked to a crowd of people amongst whom anybody might buy them as his possession to be used in any thinkable way. They felt fear, despair and shame so strong that Nasik and Nafor broke into tears. Their hearts pounded and all of them shivered with excitement.
Their masters did not care about their feelings, they both had brought hundreds of slaves to the market and, while themselves being perfectly indifferent to the emotions of their merchandise, they knew that crying and trembling girls attracted attention of potential customers.
‘Take off the rope, will you?’ the trader ordered his helper.
‘We will shackle them with these heavy chains. Makes a nice contrast to these flimsy clothes they are wearing and makes them look more delicate and helpless.’
‘Do you want them standing or kneeling?’
‘How often did I tell you that I want a nice and dynamic display? Punters should be attracted and not bored! Give them something to look at, to show that this is upscale merchandise!’
‘Well, sure, whatever you want, boss, just tell me.’
‘You should use your imagination, if you ever want to become successful in the trade!
Let’s see ... two of them with their hands above their heads, close to the edge, so punters can have a nice view upwards. Two standing in the centre and two kneeling here, facing the crowd. Take this one, she knows what to do and this little blonde slut next to her. They make a nice pair and she is again pretty excited, so she will give a good show.’
When she was forced to her knees next to Nawon, Nasri’s face glowed red, because her excitement was so obvious to see.
As Natoo was about to be shackled to the still sobbing Nafor, she whispered some words into the trader’s ear. Laughing he rearranged the heavy chains connecting their wrists, so that they went through in between their legs.
‘You really got some ideas, girl!’ he said chuckling, ‘now see to it that you all get sold quickly!’
Natoo just smiled and kissed a tear from Nafor’s cheek.
The merchant turned to his helper again: ‘You know the prices. You can go down for about 10 percent, but not a bit more! I’m going to have breakfast and will come back in an hour or so. I hope there will be few of them left, by then, but if so, we re-arrange them and you can take a break.’
The trader left and his helper tried to lure customers to the platform, praising the beauty of the girls, their skills and their devotion. Lots of people, men and women, had a look at them but few stopped long enough to enquire about the prices.
The girls did their best, despite their anxiousness they smiled and tried to look as attractive as possible. But time passed and still nobody seemed interested in purchasing one of them.
When a man turned away from Nasik after he had examined her for some minutes the helper angrily whipped her little bum with a can, making her shriek, which caused some laughter in the crowd of spectators.
Nasri spotted a tall warrior and mustered all her courage. She stretched out her hands to him and pleaded: ‘Please, master, this slave wants to be yours, please.’
The man gave a laugh: ‘Shut up you pale little bitch. Tomorrow we leave town to sack some more cities, then I can get a dozen like you for free!’