Chronicles of a Kajira Ch. 01

Drake met them quickly, "Move! Make way!" He shoved several men to the side as they stepped into a small quiet room, "are you ok, prize?"

She nodded dumbly. Looking around the room she sat there with four other extremely beautiful girls. She wondered if she looked just as scared as they did. Nilsa stroked her hand and ran her fingers through the long tresses. Each girl was escorted by their own maid; women that had many years on them, not that you would have known by their appearance.

The sounds outside seemed to settle, she could here individual loud voices and then cheers from all present. After a moment of long applause and roar, the small door opened and slowly the girls stepped out into the hall one by one. Nilsa grabbed her hand, "girl, I will miss you greatly, you have been a joy to raise and train."

With that the red head stepped out and up a small flight of steps to a raised platform. She stood beside the others, her lava mane the only thing that stood her out from the other robed girls. The men cheered and called, then Drake gave the summons; the girls dropped their robes. All of them bore red silks and the white sash, but she stood alone. Emerald eyes shone so brightly they could be seen by the men in the far back. Her flesh so snowy white, she must have looked like a flaming spirit standing beside the darkened beauties.

A man in black stood beside the first girl as yells of bids came up. It did not take long to close her biding. The petite kajira watched as the other girl was lead down the steps, the man paid his money, and collars were switched. A word rang in her head, "merchandise."

The bidding went smoothly on the next three girls; they were all a bit scared and nervous to head off with the strangers. She was last. Drake motioned for her to move up to the front of the stage; she did as commanded. The black coated man held up his hand and the biding began. As she looked out to the men she realized that most of the men offering up bids had been men she had served the hand before. They were well aware of her potential and desire to please. Drake was grinning madly rubbing his hands together at the price she was fetching; the biding continued, two men each upping the other.

A call rang out above the deadening drum of the crowd; men gasped. "That's ridiculous! No slave is worth that!"

"Drake, You can't allow this" exclaimed another man.

Drake raised his hand and looked out into the crowd. The man made his way through them and up to the front of the raised stage. "Now Drake, this is an auction, is it not? I can offer up any price I see to pay. I am just cutting out the wasted time of out biding these Two by a mere tarsk at a time." He was laughing at their petty bids.

Drake nodded in agreement, "He can give any bid He wishes, no matter how foolish it is. Would Anyone out bid Him?"

No one rose up their hands; no one would pay that much gold for a kajira.

Her belly turned as she looked down at him, the man from the bath. She was now his.

Drake and the man shook hands as the festivities picked up in the hall. Food was served, drinks were spilt and newly purchased girls were used in the open; moans and cries of pleasure rang in with cheers of laughter. She heard it all as she watched the man hand over two pouches of coins for her. She bent her head forward as Drake removed her collar and the new one was locked on. The man tied on a leather leash to the front ring and gave a hard tug, sneering at her.

"It always good doing business with You, Drake. Stop in some time and let My new wench serve You a drink." He made his mark in the ledger and then lifted the silks from her thigh.

"Yes, she has My house mark beside the kef. Should she get away or be stolen, it needs to be reported to Me."

"Of course."

"Well, enjoy the rest of the evening good Friend, there is much food and drink to be had."

"No, we will leave early with the sun. I think I will take My merchandise and retire to My holdings. Good night." He clasped Drake's arm with his and looked down at her, smiling at his choice of words.

With a tug of the tether they left the hall and walked through the corridors to the guest quarters. The walk seemed long; it was the silence that made it so. He came to the door of his holdings and pushed it open, holding out his arm motioning for her to enter. She walked through and looked around; she had never been in this wing before. She was at least pleased he would open her in private, perhaps he had some manners. He motioned to the furs laid out on the floor at the foot of his mattress.

"you will sleep there girl. In the morning I will take you to My home. It is a day's ride, so rest."

She watched intently as he undressed before her, his muscles rippled. She took in every scar, every dark mark of conquer. Her pulse quickened as she lowered unto the soft pelts, mindlessly her tongue caressed her lips at the sight of him.

He had turned to face her, and smiled seeing her reaction. He couldn't help but want her just as much. That fire in her eyes drove him wild and he wanted to know if she matched that in the furs. His loins ached to feel inside her, and his shaft grew thick now seeing that she too wanted him.

Seeing him turn to her, her eyes widen at the full sight of him, her mouth parted in a gasp at his size. Suddenly she was afraid to have his touch. She turned her eyes away looking at the furs.

Chuckling, "you turn your gaze away, but unavoidably motion to the furs. What is it you want girl? Do you or do you not want to be used?"

She hated that he mocked her, she was so young and unsure of these things, and here he stood teasing her. That fire raged forward, "well, Master. This girl is nothing but merchandise, Your merchandise, she surmises You will do as You see fit, no matter her opinions on the matter."

In two quick steps he had her by the hair, growling at her, lifting her up off the ground. "It is that quick tongue that makes Me want you, but in My tavern girl, it will cost Me business and you, your flesh. Now I know you were trained well, so whatever it is between the two of Us, We need to settle it now!"

He threw her unto the mattress, forced her legs open and climbed on top of her. His large frame dwarfed her petite body, covering her completely. She tried to back away, out of reflex, but she did want this, she did want to feel what a true kajira felt inside. With a tight grip on her arms, holding one up behind her head, he slid his hardened manhood between her soft petals, pushing slowly as she stretched to accommodate him. She shook her head and muttered, "No, no...please."

"Shhhh, lie still girl, I will make this as painless as possible and then you will feel nothing but complete pleasure."

He pushed further and she cried as she felt her maidenhead give way to him. With each gentle thrust he drove further into her. Her pain soon became immense ecstasy; she held her legs open wide for him, thrusting up to meet him. Her free hand gripped at his arms, pink painted nails dug into the bronzed skin. Her moans filled the room as he pushed harder against her. Kissing his neck and ear, he turned to her and wrapped her lips with his, their tongues dancing in unison with the rhythm of their bodies. He gripped her tightly and rolled over to his back, pushing her up onto him seated above him. She rocked her hips slowly at first, getting used to the new position, the feel of his spear in her velvet sheath. His hands grabbed her hips hard and he moved her faster, lifting her diminutive frame up and down on him, driving in so deep. An overwhelming numbness started in her toes and rang through her legs, creeping through her muscles and scratching the surface of her skin. The fire in her belly roared out of control as she found herself enthralled with his touch, his forcefulness, everything about him. She felt as though she could explode from the passion.

Looking down to him she could see he too was loosing control. It was invigorating to see a man in such a position, giving so much to something that was owned, mere property. Yet here he was, seeing that every bit of him not only felt complete pleasure, but that she too received as much rapture from this. His hand massaged her full breasts, pinching each nipple playfully as she bounced and rocked over him. Grabbing her hair he pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply, holding her there so close to his own flesh. He whispered to her, "Are you ok? Is the pain gone?"

She couldn't help but giggle, covering her mouth with her small hand, "Yes Master. girl is wonderful."

He lay still for a moment, looking at her. "Was something funny girl?"

"No, Master. girl just found it touching."

"I'm not a brute girl."

"of course not, Master." She slowly rocked her hips on him, not wanting to stop what was building in her.

With a very twisted grin, he pushed her off and turned her quickly. "She-sleen, slut."

She pressed her hardened nipples into the mattress, dipping her back low she lifted her ass up to him, spreading her thighs wide, making her self available. He smacked her ass hard before he pushed into her once again.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to hurt the merchandise I had just purchased." His laugh filled the room as he pounded against her, moving in unison with her bucking motion.

She would have clawed his eyes out if she hadn't wanted his touch so bad. Her muscles were clenching down around him so hard and she knew very well what was about to happen and what was expected of her, "Master, please...may this girl release?"

One more deep thrust and he too exploded deep into her, "yes, girl, please do!"

She gave in to the sensations that wound through her, her body melting in his hands. His grip the only thing holding her there, slowly he let her down onto the bed, moving to his side to lay with her, rubbing her back.

"Very good little one, I am pleased."

She turned to face him, nestling into his arm, "Master, what does this girl call You, or rather, what is Your name?"

He let his large hands rub over her small arms, down her waist, remembering how easily both hands had fit around her, "Turok, girl. My name is Turok. And you shall be My pearled larl. pearled due to your unique color and larl, because I can see you will be one that is hard to tame." He kissed her forehead sweetly, "but I like that about you, slut. You certainly will be a prize in My tavern."

She fell asleep to the thunder of his heart.