william23
Magistrate
The Slave Traders are in Town
There was a buzz about the streets, there were rumours that the travelling slave market was comming to the town. Normally this would not attract much attention but this trader was different. The traders name was Brutus and he was not known to take excess trade back with him. Taking back what he couldn't sell only meant money lost and so he would bring along his own wooden crosses to dispatch them and maybe make a little money from the spectacle on the side.
It was widely known that he would also exhibit, the slaves to be sold, in any way best to display either sex. It was not unusual for the unfortunates to be strung up or staked out on the ground so that would be buyers could have a taste of the livestock. However, slaves were not cheap and could go for as much as one to two thousand sesterces, well out of reach of the normal pocket. At the end of every sale there would be the dregs and these went a lot cheaper. They could be old or young, sick or disabled but they would either be sold or exhibited on the cross. Traders would travel from miles around to partake in this trade as Brutus had a reputation of having the most beautiful girls and well hung studs.
Preparations were going ahead for the arrival of the trader. Holes had been dug to take the cross uprights in case any slaves were not sold. Brutus would provide his own nails and crosses which he kept in a separate wagon. The livestock were held in two separate wagons and were well fed and watered to keep them in prime condition for the sale. Fresh straw and water was fetched for the horses and food and wine was laid out ready for his imminent arrival.
The traders were getting impatient but soon they could see the dust, from the wagons, in the distance. Soon the three large wagons arrived at their destination and the horses tethered with their hay and water. Brutus was a well built heavy man with dark brown skin and a rough black beard. His face was littered with scars from fights he had been in, both with traders and, on a couple of occasions, with female slaves. Brutus went about setting up the area for the sale, first he unloaded the crosses and set them to one side. Then he removed the iron stakes, with their chains, to which the slaves would be attached. Finally he removed the hammer and a sack of assorted spikes to be ready if required. He paced to the two holding wagons to check on the stock. One wagon held the female slaves and the males were held in the other. Fresh food and water was passed through an opening where eager hands grabbed the wares.
It was announced that the sale would start very soon and the traders made their way to their vantage points for the best view. Brutus strode out to address the crowds.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all, welcome," Brutus began.
"What a delightful sale we have for you today. We have beautiful buxom wrenches from as far away as Carthage and a few surprises along the way. The men are also of good stock, one being a gladiator who refused to fight. I got him for a good price and this I will share with you."
There was an "ooh" from the women in the crowd and some even began to feel themselves in anticipation.
Brutus opened the door on the first wagon and reached inside. Soon a dark skinned arm became visible at the entrance and then the scantily clad Nubian female came out into the bright sunlight. She jet black hair, small pert rounded breasts, long legs extending down to her well formed ankles. She was helped down the steps of the wagon and taken to the center of the selling area. Quickly a chain was attached to the ring on her foot and then fastened to one of the stakes in the ground.
"My good friends," he commenced, "look at this little beauty, observe the curves of her body and only nineteen years but a day."
"That's all good," called out one of the traders, "but is she a virgin?"
The crowd laughed at this not unusual question.
"Come forward, come forward," he beckoned, he looked at the slave, "lie down," he commanded.
The slave obeyed and sat on her haunches and then gently laid back on the hot ground. She winced at the heat on her back as she adjusted herself for the next request.
"Raise your legs up with your feet flat on the ground and let your knees flop to the sides," spoke Brutus.
The girl composed herself and obeyed without question. Once in this position Brutus removed the loin cloth and ushered the trader closer. They both knelt on the ground and Brutus used his fingers, gently, and slowly parted her vaginal lips to truly reveal her honour intact.
The trader, satisfied at what he had seen, returned to the front of the crowd and waited for the sale to commence.
"Right let's get this sale started," growled Brutus, "who will start at five hundred sesterces?"
The trader raised his hand but quickly the bidding soared and soon reached eleven hundred sesterces. Bidding was swift and soon the slave was sold to an African trader for the sum of eighteen hundred sesterces. The slave was unchained and her new master quickly gathered her up and took her to his small wagon. She was tethered hand and foot and placed in the back before he left.
The slave sale continued with all slaves, on offer, being sold at a good price, Brutus was very happy. Now the sale was entering the mid way cheaper stage and this was where a cheap bargain could be had. First out was an older woman, probably in her late forties. Her stomach was well wrinkled from childbirth and her breasts were large and sagged quite a bit. Her legs were short and the soles of her feet had hard skin from all the walking she had undergone.
"Well here is a cheap bargain, who will start at only fifty sesterces, come on now, I know that she cooks well." There was no reaction from the crowd.
"Yes but can she still fuck?" roared a voice, there was lots of laughter at this remark.
"Not sure," responded Brutus, "does anyone want to try?"
Most turned away in disgust at the suggestion, "no one wants to bid?" enquired Brutus.
"No," came the unanimous shout, "why don't you nail her up?"
"Yes, crucify the bitch, crucify her, crucify her!"
The woman sunk to her knees and cried for mercy, she fell on her back and began to masturbate furiously to show the crowds that she could still perform. Brutus kicked the woman, "no one wants you, so we must crucify you, it's all part of the show."
There was never any shortage of helpers to aid in a crucifixion and soon a cross was picked to carry out the sentence.
To be continued.....................................
There was a buzz about the streets, there were rumours that the travelling slave market was comming to the town. Normally this would not attract much attention but this trader was different. The traders name was Brutus and he was not known to take excess trade back with him. Taking back what he couldn't sell only meant money lost and so he would bring along his own wooden crosses to dispatch them and maybe make a little money from the spectacle on the side.
It was widely known that he would also exhibit, the slaves to be sold, in any way best to display either sex. It was not unusual for the unfortunates to be strung up or staked out on the ground so that would be buyers could have a taste of the livestock. However, slaves were not cheap and could go for as much as one to two thousand sesterces, well out of reach of the normal pocket. At the end of every sale there would be the dregs and these went a lot cheaper. They could be old or young, sick or disabled but they would either be sold or exhibited on the cross. Traders would travel from miles around to partake in this trade as Brutus had a reputation of having the most beautiful girls and well hung studs.
Preparations were going ahead for the arrival of the trader. Holes had been dug to take the cross uprights in case any slaves were not sold. Brutus would provide his own nails and crosses which he kept in a separate wagon. The livestock were held in two separate wagons and were well fed and watered to keep them in prime condition for the sale. Fresh straw and water was fetched for the horses and food and wine was laid out ready for his imminent arrival.
The traders were getting impatient but soon they could see the dust, from the wagons, in the distance. Soon the three large wagons arrived at their destination and the horses tethered with their hay and water. Brutus was a well built heavy man with dark brown skin and a rough black beard. His face was littered with scars from fights he had been in, both with traders and, on a couple of occasions, with female slaves. Brutus went about setting up the area for the sale, first he unloaded the crosses and set them to one side. Then he removed the iron stakes, with their chains, to which the slaves would be attached. Finally he removed the hammer and a sack of assorted spikes to be ready if required. He paced to the two holding wagons to check on the stock. One wagon held the female slaves and the males were held in the other. Fresh food and water was passed through an opening where eager hands grabbed the wares.
It was announced that the sale would start very soon and the traders made their way to their vantage points for the best view. Brutus strode out to address the crowds.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all, welcome," Brutus began.
"What a delightful sale we have for you today. We have beautiful buxom wrenches from as far away as Carthage and a few surprises along the way. The men are also of good stock, one being a gladiator who refused to fight. I got him for a good price and this I will share with you."
There was an "ooh" from the women in the crowd and some even began to feel themselves in anticipation.
Brutus opened the door on the first wagon and reached inside. Soon a dark skinned arm became visible at the entrance and then the scantily clad Nubian female came out into the bright sunlight. She jet black hair, small pert rounded breasts, long legs extending down to her well formed ankles. She was helped down the steps of the wagon and taken to the center of the selling area. Quickly a chain was attached to the ring on her foot and then fastened to one of the stakes in the ground.
"My good friends," he commenced, "look at this little beauty, observe the curves of her body and only nineteen years but a day."
"That's all good," called out one of the traders, "but is she a virgin?"
The crowd laughed at this not unusual question.
"Come forward, come forward," he beckoned, he looked at the slave, "lie down," he commanded.
The slave obeyed and sat on her haunches and then gently laid back on the hot ground. She winced at the heat on her back as she adjusted herself for the next request.
"Raise your legs up with your feet flat on the ground and let your knees flop to the sides," spoke Brutus.
The girl composed herself and obeyed without question. Once in this position Brutus removed the loin cloth and ushered the trader closer. They both knelt on the ground and Brutus used his fingers, gently, and slowly parted her vaginal lips to truly reveal her honour intact.
The trader, satisfied at what he had seen, returned to the front of the crowd and waited for the sale to commence.
"Right let's get this sale started," growled Brutus, "who will start at five hundred sesterces?"
The trader raised his hand but quickly the bidding soared and soon reached eleven hundred sesterces. Bidding was swift and soon the slave was sold to an African trader for the sum of eighteen hundred sesterces. The slave was unchained and her new master quickly gathered her up and took her to his small wagon. She was tethered hand and foot and placed in the back before he left.
The slave sale continued with all slaves, on offer, being sold at a good price, Brutus was very happy. Now the sale was entering the mid way cheaper stage and this was where a cheap bargain could be had. First out was an older woman, probably in her late forties. Her stomach was well wrinkled from childbirth and her breasts were large and sagged quite a bit. Her legs were short and the soles of her feet had hard skin from all the walking she had undergone.
"Well here is a cheap bargain, who will start at only fifty sesterces, come on now, I know that she cooks well." There was no reaction from the crowd.
"Yes but can she still fuck?" roared a voice, there was lots of laughter at this remark.
"Not sure," responded Brutus, "does anyone want to try?"
Most turned away in disgust at the suggestion, "no one wants to bid?" enquired Brutus.
"No," came the unanimous shout, "why don't you nail her up?"
"Yes, crucify the bitch, crucify her, crucify her!"
The woman sunk to her knees and cried for mercy, she fell on her back and began to masturbate furiously to show the crowds that she could still perform. Brutus kicked the woman, "no one wants you, so we must crucify you, it's all part of the show."
There was never any shortage of helpers to aid in a crucifixion and soon a cross was picked to carry out the sentence.
To be continued.....................................
