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The Bazaar (jody X mosos)

Sour Diesel

Sour Diesel

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In a fantasy kingdom rife with disparity, there are those who seek their fortune by any means necessary. A corrupt system of kings and warlords carve up the map with such regularity that the small people live in constant fear of invasion. To you, they’re just mewling peasants. They are cockroaches feeding on the excrement of a higher class of men.

As one of those warlords, you own the best home in the land with plenty of soldiers to close ranks around you. Your captain Jules Romanov takes care of special business that requires discretion. He is always ready to fight or die for his lord and rarely is seen in public without the lord nearby.

Romanov was shadowing his Lord who walked through a seedy bazaar. They wore disguises to blend in: Long hoods and loose fitting robes. The dry arid lands sucked up moisture so fast it was hard to sweat.

In one shop he entered, the Lord would find a curious thing. A large iron cage tucked away in the back with a blanket over it.

“This is my most expensive product,” the scaly old crisp of a shopkeeper spoke. “Only a Lord could afford them. I gotta sell them soon because I’m tired of feeding the little savages.”

Inside the cage were two strange creatures. They had long ears and thin lanky bodies. They were elves. One was a girl with blonde hair and shapely hips. The other was a boy with darker hair and smaller than the girl who was sitting on her lap to protect her. The boy growled at the lord and smacked the cage door.

“They’re siblings. I don’t know where they got caught, but they’re impossible to separate. Fierce little bastard.” Shopkeep rubbed his hand where a bite mark was healing.
 
Lord Hawkrich is a monster of a man, tall as a house and fat as a swine, with mountains of muscle hiding behind his girth. When he smiles down at the two slaves, his teeth are like a row of sharpened daggers glinting at their next victims. His face and bald head bare the scars of many battles, trophies of lives he claimed in his ascent to power.

Lord Hawkrich puts his cane between the bars to lift the young man's head by the chin. "They are certainly pleasing enough to the eyes. Will I have to worry about illegitimates with the female?" The nobleman required servants for his new house, private attendants and consorts. He knew the attractiveness of the pair would bring him much praise from the other nobles, if he could train them. "Can they speak our tongue?" Lord Hawkrich was already begining to count the costs in his head, making note of every negitive he could use against the shopkeeper.
 
Neither of the elves in the cage were capable of answering. They didn’t understand the common language. Their kind was still considered savage by many cultures. The male growled at the cane and grabbed the end, but the Lord could easily pull it back out.

“I don’t know anything about them. She does look prime for breeding.” The shopkeeper mused. “I know they’re capable of learning, but they’ll need some coercion like all slaves.”

Romanov spoke in Hawkrich’s ear. “I’ll deal with any undesirable heirs, my lord. Calhoun can try to teach these savages language too.” He spoke of one of Hawk’s advisors. The most patient one.
 
The noble leaned on his companion. "Do not worry, my house has no heir she will be fine for breeding heirs. I am just driving the cost down old friend." He wheeled back the the shop keeper, raising his voice."Well, shopkeeper my costs will be considerable. I am sure you are more than willing to sell them to me for a proper price." Lord Hawkrich grined as he bore down on the shopkeeper, using his size to intimidate the man. "After all, I shall have to train them, pay for schooling, dress them. All the difficult work falls to me."
 
The shopkeep was unphased. He did this for a living. It didn’t matter to him what the customer planned on doing with his slaves once they were out of his hands.

“Education? Hey it’s your money to waste, but don’t offset costs onto me! 800 réal barely covers what I paid after a month of food costs. I wouldn’t sell them for less than 500 each.”

The captain stepped forward. “I don’t think you understand. This is the great Lord Hawkrich you’re speaking to. His word is law, and it wouldn’t take much to put you out of business,” he drew his thumb across his neck and then slammed both hands on the table. “Understand?”

“Ugh, fine. Way to twist my arm. 800 réal will have to do.” shopkeep said.

"Not good enough." Captain Romanov shook his head. The crusty geezer let out a groan. "Correct, my lord? They're much worse than regular slaves. We can't get them to clean or do anything until they understand. You dare charge your lord premium for such inferior stock?" he glared at the old slave master.

"Uh-n-no sir! Okay, five hundred.. for both. Gods, what a ripoff." the keeper muttered.
 
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"That is better, we have a deal." Lord Hawkrich opened his coin purse and withdrew 500 golden coins. "A pleasure doing business with you." The rotund man deposited the coins in the shopkeeper's hand. "Captain Romanov have these two washed, and fed. Have the woman taken directly to Calhoun for training, and the male shall be taken to my private chambers. In the morning we shall have the tailor dress the two of them." Lord Hawkrich walked back outside, once out of range of the shopkeeper's hearing he places the bag with the remaining 500 coins into Captain Romanov's hand, "Excellent work in there captain. Buy yourself someone fetching with the rest I brought along. I will not have it said that my employees go with out consorts."
 
The captain grinned toothily and felt the weight of all that gold in his hand. Sure he had some more work to do but this more than complemented his regular salary.

“Appreciated, my Lord,” He said. “I’ll see to it as soon as possible.” He turned sharply and gathered his troops. He had fresh orders to bark and did so, getting the caged elves freed and escorted back to the Lord’s Keep. Free was a subjective term. They could walk but remained in chains, flanked on all sides.

They were shocked as cold water was dumped on both of their heads. The male was resisting and needed three men to get him washed. The female washed herself once she saw what was happening, and would yell if they got close to her nude body.

The male was defiant when dressed and tugged at his shirt collar. His older sister was put into a white dress. They were given an assortment of food, and ate meat and greens but even hungry they was disinclined towards bread or dairy.

Then guards separated them. Both cried out and struggled but were strong armed apart. The elven maiden was given to a very confused Calhoun who just heard about this purchase moments ago.

The boy was left in the Lord’s private chamber just as he asked. It was a regal bedroom with tables, chairs, chess, books, and a fireplace. He looked around quickly and sniffed the air. It was repugnant in here. He kept tugging at his shirt until he pulled it off. Then he started looking for an escape, not understanding anything about his surroundings. They were totally alien to him. He roared out loud in frustration.
 
Lord Hawkrich entered his bed chambers prepared for a fight. This was the part he liked best, breaking the spirit of a willful man. Tonight the elf boy would learn his place, at the end of Lord Hawkrich's rod. The noble brought no weapons with him, as he needed none. Between the lords legs sat a cock just as monstrous as its owner, inhumanly large with vies bulging from every side. A sword fit for a conqueror. "Time to see what you are made of, boy."
 
The elven male was skinny and lithe. It was clear at some point he had toned muscles but hunger and captivity made him weak. That didn’t stop his aggressive nature from showing at every opportunity.

He turned and faced Hawkrich. The man towered over the elf. The little slave was scared for himself and afraid for his sibling who he always protected. The shirtless savage watched his opponent for a moment. When the lord moved towards him, the elf roared and leaped at Hawkrich, clawing and hitting him with reckless abandon. It was obvious to the lord that he had no real combat skill besides basic hunter tactics, and his attacks were a little more than bothersome.
 
Lord Hawkrich snarled at the elf, shielding his face with his left arm. With his right he reached out and grabbed the savage's scrotum and squeezed, not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to slow him down. The lord wrapped his now free left are around the elf's neck and pulled him in to his monstrous arms. Hawkrich unfurled his tongue, and licked the elf's ear stopping to graze the outer edge with his teeth. "I know you cannot understand me, but you will know your place tonight, my little cock polisher."
 
The Elf gasped in pain having his nuts grabbed and squeezed. Then he was grabbed by those big hands and pulled into an embrace. His ears twitched when the lord licked him. He whined in a high tone and writhed. He turned his head in and started biting Hawkrich on the cheek with his small but sharp incisors. He’d do this until the lord would let go. At which point he’d try to run away from his new master.

“Aqawai Shaba! Danae!” He garbled out something that sounded like a language. His actions made it clear what he meant. He wanted to leave and for the Lord to go to hell. His defiant tone made that much clear.
 
"Gah! Bastard!" Lord Hawkrich was forced to let go of the elf slave, but would not let him escape so easily. He grabbed a fistful of dark hair, and dragged the slave to a full length mirror, forcing the slave to see his own image. With his free hand he tore away the cloth covering the slaves cock and ass, tossing aside the ruined rags. On the cusp of victory, Lord Hawkrich undid his own belt letting his cock flop out against the elf's ass. "You are mine now, slave."
 
The elf twisted back and forth in the lord’s grasp. He whined in pain and tried to pull himself free. He clawed at his hand to let him go. “Kirst, Kirst! Danae corwa?” He was confused and didn’t know what was happening except he was nude now, and behind him was the ugly fat Lord and his impossibly thick member. It rested against his ass and backside.

Then he saw it. Fear in his own eyes. The lord could see it too. The elf stopped resisting as much and was just frozen with fear. Even a savage knew what sex was, and feeling that big meat pressed against him he finally realized what the lord’s intentions were.
 
"Good boy." The lord used his brute strength to drag the elf to the floor, kicking the young man's legs apart as he slid down. Lord Hawrich released the slaves hair and grabbed hold of the elf's manhood. Thick calloused hands stroked the length of the smooth shaft. "Submit, elf." Lord Hawkrich's voice rummbled against the elf, pain implied if he doesn't comply. The noble now knelt behind his new slave, and let his tongue slither into the elf's ass. The human wasted no time coating his slaves entrance with saliva, swirling his tongue inside the defenseless male.
 
He was forced onto the floor and didn’t move as he was being held by the dick and was too afraid to stop him now. The elf let out a horrified shudder as he felt something hot and wet begin to thrust inside his pucker and start swirling around. His legs writhed on the ground like he was trying to move away, but the lord’s body was holding him down now. He could only cry and struggle against him.

The lord felt his slave’s hole twitch. The more he lathered him with his tongue he could feel the boy’s body reacting to the stimulation. His small dick was hard and the noises he made grew higher in pitch. He wasn’t enjoying what was happening. The slave was still impossibly tight but at least sticking a dick in would be an easier feat now.
 
Lord Hawkrich enjoyed the sounds the elf made, the squeals only hardening the lord's erection. Satisfied with his work the human retracts his tongue from the elf's ass biting the flesh of his cheeks as he withdraws. Finally the lord placed his inhuman bitchbreaker at the entrance of the salve's ass. He teased the ring around the slaves asshole with the tip of the monster cock, with a thrust of his hips the lord drove the tip inside the elf claiming his prize and savoring the elf's near impossibly tight hole.
 
The slave saw his reflection in the mirror sprawled out with the ugly lord’s pig mouth against his ass. How degrading, he thought. He yelped at the bite on his ass and then watched in horror as that fat member circled around his bitch hole.

“Iye! Iye!!” He screamed and felt the head spread his ass open. His tongue fell out of his mouth and his head fell to the floor. It felt hot and painful down there. The slave could do nothing to fight back. All of his alpha perspectives were draining out of him. Looking at himself, he saw the true alpha above with his cock inside him.
 
Lord Hawkrich started to pound the slave's tight asshole, long smooth strokes to begin with, the lord's fat balls bouncing against his slave's much smaller set. He slaps the elf's perky ass, leaving a red imprint of his hand on the slave's unblemished pale skin. The noble forces the slave to watch his own rape in the mirror, forcing him to see himself in a woman's position. "You are allowed to cum slave."
 
He didn’t know what the master was saying, but the elf certainly wouldn’t orgasm in a way that felt pleasant for him. Nothing about this felt good. It burned his insides and ruined his body. The lord’s impossibly fat cock would leave a mark on him permanently.

He tried looking away or closing his eyes, but the slap woke him up with fresh pain and then had his hair pulled so he’d lift his eyes up to the mirror. He was being rammed just like a woman, he thought. A man was making him their bitch. The poor slave couldn’t salvage enough in their mind for this to make sense.

While tugging on the slave’s cock, the lord felt his hand getting wet. Bashing his prostate again and again made clear jizz leak out. The slave made loud painful grunts mixed with whines. Hot tears streamed from the elf’s eyes. There was something awful building up inside him. The elf could feel something big on the horizon that he didn’t want to happen. His body seized up and he groaned hard. The feeling was terrible and overpowering. He couldn’t fight or stop his own assault. He could only cry and forced to orgasm by the bastard on top of him.
 
Lord Hawkrich stopped letting the elf finish his orgasm in peace. Once the orgasm was over, the lord knew it was time to finish breaking in his new toy. The human forced the elf on to his back, and pinned him to the floor with his legs in the air. The elf was forced to look into Lord Hawkrich's eyes as he violated his ass yet again. This time the monstrous lord was more caring, the dagger like teeth nipping gently at the elf's neck, as the lord rolled his hips against the elf's ass. The human had show what resisetance brought, now it was time to teach the elf the rewards for service. Taking a chance, the lord kissed the elf's lips putting his tongue in range of the elf's teeth.
 
The elf didn’t know what was happening when the Lord started kissing him and playfully nipping at his neck. He thought he was going to be eaten. The slave would’ve welcomed death. Instead he felt something sweet buried under all the evil. The roll of his hips stirred something inside of him besides pain. The kiss was gentle and though he felt the tongue, it hadn’t invaded yet. Almost like there was a boundary that felt like choice. The human was distracted so his sister was safe for now. He considered that when he decided to let Hawkrich kiss him.

“Mey slave… da kissu mey?” So he knew words like slave. Makes sense. Sounded like he was asking why the lord was kissing him.
 
"You are a pleasure slave." The lord ran his hands down the elf's face. "Pleasure." The lord repeated. The human licked the elf's ear, and nibbled on the tip. "Pleasure" He whispered. The lord with drew is mighty cock and held it in front of the elf's face. "Kiss" He commanded, looking down at his slave.
 
“Pleaser slave?” he said, trying but not really understanding. He held his breath so the teasing on his ears didn’t elicit anything. He held in a moan. Then he gasped as the monster cock exited him. He felt empty inside. His ass gaped from the assault. He thought it was over. Then the man started moving forward. His legs were free but he was still completely helpless. Did he hear him right? This huge twitching red dick was dirty, but the savage elf ate worse for breakfast.

He still refused because he was being asked to do this voluntarily. The elf was in terrible pain and his feet tingled all over. It seemed to the Lord like he needed a gentle reminder what a pleasure slave does. Possibly he didn’t know what a kiss implied.
 
"There will be pain if you disobey." Lord Hawkrich dragged the elf slave by the ankle over to his bed. The human lifted the elf off the floor and flung him on to the bed. His lord sat down on the edge of the bed and dragged the elf over his knee. With a hand that had shattered bone he slapped the elf's gaped ass, hard enough to make the slaves teeth rattle. Each hit came harder than the last, turning the elf's skin a deep shade of crimson. "I hope you learn from this for your sister's sake."
 
The savage elf didn’t know what was happening and struggled as he was manhandled. He was fatigued so he couldn’t fight back. The lord got him over his knee. He didn’t know the fresh hell that awaited until Hawkrich flogged him with his heavy hand.

He cried out loudly and kicked his feet helplessly. Every spank drew a fresh yell from him. He was pouring with tears and endured the hard stinging he was hit with. When would it end, he wondered. This act finally made him realize how the lord would only torture him more if he didn’t obey.

He cried so much the lord could hear him choking on snot, hitching breath and his messy face hidden under his sweaty hair. It wasn’t just the spanking, but the separation and rape that made him cry. He was completely demoralized at last. Even if he had a chance to fight back he saw no point.

When the lord gave pause, he’d see the boy twitching from repeated slaps. His ass was redder than a ripe apple. He was a blubbering mess hanging off the side of the lord’s leg on the bed. What else would he do to him, the boy wondered as he started to fade into a lifeless state.
 
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