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My head drops as the auctioneer hesitates before counting three. I am devastated .Tears begin to flow. I want my old life back so much. My brother was a drug dealer and an addict. I wouldn’t believe that, he was just my lost little brother. He led them to my house. He had three options- pay them what he owed, they kill us both or they take me and his debt is forgiven. He didn’t have the money so he chose the last option to save our lives. Save his maybe, but what had he done to mine! I was being displayed and sold like piece of meat. My life he saved would be a life of hell.
Just as the auctioneer is about to count three the woman raises her head and bids once again. She bids double what Cruel Eyes has bid and vows to double what ever bid Cruel Eyes counters with. I cry out “ YES, thank god for saving from that monster” Cruel Eyes piercing glare stares right through me. I shrink in fear , it feels like a dagger has pierced my inner being.Cruel Eyes berates the auctioneer calling him a yaghish (cheat) but the auctioneer stands firm and proclaims my sale to the woman. I am elated, it feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from me. Cruel Eyes begins his exit but not before he addresses the woman “ you alkalba (bitch) , you and I are not through. You should never have crossed me” The woman does not reply, only nods. Cruel Eyes stomps out glaring once more at me “ your god has saved you today eahira (whore) but as Allah is my witness, you will be my a abeed (slave).
I realize I have just been sold. I belong to someone else. I am glad it is her. I will do my best to please her any way I can. I can feel that tingle once again, from deep within. (To be continued)
 

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Definitely qualifies as one of those “Oh Shit!” moments :facepalm:
 
Aslin nee 8ball said:
My head drops as the auctioneer hesitates before counting three. I am devastated .Tears begin to flow. I want my old life back so much. My brother was a drug dealer and an addict. I wouldn’t believe that, he was just my lost little brother. He led them to my house. He had three options- pay them what he owed, they kill us both or they take me and his debt is forgiven. He didn’t have the money so he chose the last option to save our lives. Save his maybe, but what had he done to mine! I was being displayed and sold like piece of meat. My life he saved would be a life of hell.
Just as the auctioneer is about to count three the woman raises her head and bids once again. She bids double what Cruel Eyes has bid and vows to double what ever bid Cruel Eyes counters with. I cry out “ YES, thank god for saving from that monster” Cruel Eyes piercing glare stares right through me. I shrink in fear , it feels like a dagger has pierced my inner being.Cruel Eyes berates the auctioneer calling him a yaghish (cheat) but the auctioneer stands firm and proclaims my sale to the woman. I am elated, it feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from me. Cruel Eyes begins his exit but not before he addresses the woman “ you alkalba (bitch) , you and I are not through. You should never have crossed me” The woman does not reply, only nods. Cruel Eyes stomps out glaring once more at me “ your god has saved you today eahira (whore) but as Allah is my witness, you will be my a abeed (slave).
I realize I have just been sold. I belong to someone else. I am glad it is her. I will do my best to please her any way I can. I can feel that tingle once again, from deep within. (To be continued)
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Sooo jealous of the lucky purchaser :very_hot:
 
An interesting story by KristinF is unfolding on DeviantArt. Essentially, a couple of young western women have come to Somewheristan for a kinky modelling shoot. Disobeying orders, they've decided to explore the old city. A Madame leading a coffle of naked slavegirls grabs their attention, Madame is all too happy to encourage their interest and lets them inspect the merchandise - but maybe she has other motives? :devil:

1629058449606.png https://www.deviantart.com/kristinf/art/Testing-the-Merchandise-01-886959120 (start of the story)

I identify with the dark-haired slavegirl, the one being groped by the lustful lassie in black shorts, she's most like me, and I think she's reacting as I would, stoically accepting this is what happens to us slavegirls in the market - though these are unlikely customers! - trying to behave as Madame demands, making myself an attractive commodity - but telling myself I'm not really enjoying this ... or am I?
 
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Aslin nee 8ball said:
My head drops as the auctioneer hesitates before counting three. I am devastated .Tears begin to flow. I want my old life back so much. My brother was a drug dealer and an addict. I wouldn’t believe that, he was just my lost little brother. He led them to my house. He had three options- pay them what he owed, they kill us both or they take me and his debt is forgiven. He didn’t have the money so he chose the last option to save our lives. Save his maybe, but what had he done to mine! I was being displayed and sold like piece of meat. My life he saved would be a life of hell.
Just as the auctioneer is about to count three the woman raises her head and bids once again. She bids double what Cruel Eyes has bid and vows to double what ever bid Cruel Eyes counters with. I cry out “ YES, thank god for saving from that monster” Cruel Eyes piercing glare stares right through me. I shrink in fear , it feels like a dagger has pierced my inner being.Cruel Eyes berates the auctioneer calling him a yaghish (cheat) but the auctioneer stands firm and proclaims my sale to the woman. I am elated, it feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from me. Cruel Eyes begins his exit but not before he addresses the woman “ you alkalba (bitch) , you and I are not through. You should never have crossed me” The woman does not reply, only nods. Cruel Eyes stomps out glaring once more at me “ your god has saved you today eahira (whore) but as Allah is my witness, you will be my a abeed (slave).
I realize I have just been sold. I belong to someone else. I am glad it is her. I will do my best to please her any way I can. I can feel that tingle once again, from deep within. (To be continued)
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Overall ladies, more apprehensive being purchased by a man, or woman? I have heard women can be mean mistresses also?
 
Paul1969 said:
Overall ladies, more apprehensive being purchased by a man, or woman? I have heard women can be mean mistresses also?
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I am sure women can be as cruel or even more cruel than men. Women know where and how to hurt another woman
prtn said:
wonderful art!!
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, where the painful spots are both mentally and physically. With women I think it’s the jealousy factor. Always mentally sizing up their competition.Comparing beauty, comparing bodies, comparing intelligence, comparing possessions. It begins when girls of school age get so catty about the girls they hang with and those they choose to freeze out of their group. We carry that into adulthood too. As far what sex purchases you, I think that depends on the sexual orientation of those being purchased. I also believe the manner and looks of the purchaser is also a key factor.
 
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