she isnt sold just yet

After the men had finished eating slavegirls served more wine & hashish pipes. Karen waited in frustrated silence, facing the tent wall, eventually she was summoned to kneel in front of the men. Marcus her captor lifted her chin with a black leather riding crop, the leather tab smelt of fear & sex, Karen couldn’t help but be frightened by the implement too. Using the whip he straightened her posture lifted her breasts & nipples slightly, parted her legs ever so slightly until he was satisfied with her appearance.
“Shipwrecked ?”
“Maybe”
“More likely a lost caravan, she is white silk & unbranded too”
Not many are privy to knowledge about the gateways, only those directly involved in the slave trade, & of those only a select few. Fewer still suspect the true nature of the tunnels. Marcus was occasionally involved in the slave trade.
“Quite pretty, how much do you want for her ?”
He saw her only as a commodity, rather than for his own pleasure. Blondes like Karen were relatively rare in these parts, she might sell well in the markets. A small bonus above the usual profit.
“I’ve not decided to sell her yet”
A shrug.
“Too be honest I’ve not quite decided what to do with her at all.”
“Perhaps we should just rape her now, brand her in the morning” His other companion suggested.
“Perhaps, though I may take her north with me.” The kernel of an idea was growing, he took a deep toke on his pipe, & exhaled a column of smoke “Sometimes its pleasant to watch a girl learn her slavery”
In the days before free women became a rarity, some women approached men and asked to become their slaves, for love. It was quite common to take these women into captivity, & make these women beg for their collars. Only granting that wish when it was clear that she desperately ached to serve. It was also common to open the girl then take her to the slavers the next day & sell her, after all she had begged for her slavery.
Both men smiled, sometimes the trip across the desert & coast was long & uneventful, even a slave could be a pleasant companion if well handled.
“Anyway to business, do you have a spare capsule” a language capsule.
A smile “I’m not so sure I have any spare capsules”
Marcus took a gulp of wine annoyed, he hated all the shilly-shallying sometimes, either you have one or you don’t, if you do, how much. Sometimes his ex military manners, collided with his trading instincts.
“I may have a nice whip, perhaps a collar”
“I already have a whip”
The 3 men moved on to other matters, trading blocks of opiates & hashish quite amicably, he was also trading rare spices & stones, only available in the deep south beyond the desert. Not that he ever went that far down he had traded these further along the coast. A few deals were struck. At the end of the banter & bargaining Marcus was casually handed a capsule.
He beckoned Karen closer & opened her mouth placing the sour tablet on her tongue. His eyes were hard, cold, she swallowed quickly without complaint.
“Do you want a collar for her”
“Not just yet, & I already have a whip”
“Enough already, if we cant enjoy his slut, send her back to the cages.” The third man was getting bored.
Fingers were snapped, more wine served.
She was taken back to the slave cages & locked inside. One of the girls cuddled up to her in the darkness. She drifted off to sleep listening to the sounds of music & dancing, crying softly.