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Princess for Sale (Marie + Russian)

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Simon sighed, he had waited for this moment for a while now. His latest shipment came in with the raiders, a bunch of elves that would be his for breaking and selling. Also he had been told they had pulled off some luck and got a higher up one. He smirked at the thought as he returned to the wagons, making sure the cages were secured properly. He was one of the wealthiest slave merchants in the world. He had made a living taking over the business from his father and expanding it.

He was wealthy, and tall. Any woman would want him for his broad shoulders and his muscular torso as he stood with authority, his deep blue eyes piercing anyone who would dare to look into them. He was in his mid twenties, his skin toned as he usually wore a non sleeve shirt and short pants, the sun usually baking over his route from town to town as he was on his way to the rendezvous point with the raiders.

He had new cages with him, some of the old ones having been discarded because they were broken, or breaking. He wanted to keep his slaves under full guard as he mustered a force of fifty men, along with women for cooking and taking care of the men and the children when they didn't have any slaves, the wagons being pulled by oxes or horses, depending on size and cargo. His own personal wagon was being pulled by two white horses as he had his own private chambers, and the place where he would break any higher up slave he would receive.
 
Erossong Sunsorrow was the Princess of the elven people. A proud, strong people. Yet here she was. In a cage, facing certain death should she fight. She had told the women not to fight. That it would only result in the being hurt, or worse killed. And that should one of them enter into trouble, that she would recieve their punishment. She was elven perfection. But that wasn't what made her so perfect for the throne. She was loved by her people. She was a just ruler, and a strong soul. She had been taken prisoner all too many times.

The proof of her torture was on her back, on her legs, never did they mar her beautiful face though. Scars riddled her back and legs. Of whipping and burning. But never did she break. She knew that her Knght would rescue her. He was her love. A strong will human, who was loyal to her father and to her. He grew up into knighthood. His father was the bodyguard of her father. And he was now the bodyguard of her. They grew up together. And always admired each other from afar. Never acting on their emotions for fear of the consequences.

But now she had a whole different situation to deal with. Now she was to be sold as a slave. A sex slave none the less. She had never been kissed by a man, save her father. So she wasn't sure how something like this would be conducted. But she was not going to break easily. Sitting in the cage looking as proper, proud, and strong as ever. Looking at her captors. Her royal robes still on from being taken in the midst of her bathing.
 
Simon saw the caravan of raiders up ahead, a smirk on his face as he rode ahead towards them, one man by his side with his flag as he met up with their leader. They took a few moments, exchanging glances before they exchanged news and finally, the price for the slaves. Higher up's fetched him a nice price on any market, though he would always cover his expences as he agreed to a price for the lot. He lifted his hand to wave his caravan to stop by him.

The raiders' caravan stopped too, the men nodding to the brothers they had in the other group. Simon walking through the cages as if he was looking for one special price, he had been promised so long before. He noticed a slightly larger cage at the end of the rows, heading for it straight he noticed the elven princess. His face lit up as he grinned down at her. "My oh my, what a beautiful one we have here." He said as he gestured for the leader of the raiders to come with him. They went to the cage together as he pulled her robe off her shoulders, exposing her naked body as his smile faded when he saw her scars.

He didn't care about her, running his hand over her scars, figuring out how she had gotten them before he stepped away from the cage. "The next time you bring me a higher up, she better be perfect!" He snarled as he handed over the money, watching his lot switch out the cages on the wagons with the filled one's, bringing every single slave along before they departed on different ways, the cage with the princess in being taken to Simon's personal wagon as he wanted to break the unbreakable.
 
Erossong knew she was far from perfect. The scars on her back would not deter the racist buyers though. Any chance to humiliate an elf, the humans would take. They felt as though they were above the elves. When it was the elves that turly stood superior in every way. Their hearing, their sight, their beauty, even as lovers they were superior. This is why they were prized as sex slaves. Their unmatched looks. And Erossong was the epitome of that.

She wondered why she was being separated from the rest of her people. Likely so their leader could try and break her. Just like so many before had. Tried, and failed. No one could truly break her. She was a strong example of her people. Showing her strong will and mind. Looking at him, her body was exposed. Something she wasn't used to. Usually on a gilmpse of upper thigh or a peek of cleavage was all people got.
 
Simon returned to his wagon, knowing she was inside as he went in there seeing the cage in the far end of the room. "Would you like some wine, princess?" He asked her, spitting out the last word as he went to get a drink of wine for himself, though putting saltwater in her glass, coloring it easily with a quick sip of the wine as he went to the chair next to her cage, the wagon swaying in gently from the movement.

He watched her, his eyes studying her body intensely before he put the glass on the table, moving to the cage and removing her clothes completely. "First thing for a slave to learn, never be dressed unless your master grants you clothes." He told her, his tone implying that he was in command, his authority almost shone out of his posture as he stood in front of her. "However, as an elven princess, you'll be my finest price so far. And you'll have a long way to go before you'll be sold, by then you'll be begging for a man to take you." He told her, smirking down at her, his arrogance showing clearly as he sat down in the chair, taking another sip of his wine, having left the glass for her next to the cage.
 
"I do not partake in alcohol. It marrs the temple of the gods, known as a body," Erossong said. "I have nothing to fear from you. I have nothing to fear from any of your men. For I know that my guards are already in tow. I would not plan a long trip. Just send me back now, there is no need for this sensless violence."

For the most part she was peaceful. But she was also a warrior when it came right down to it. She was trained to stop an assassination attepmt. Which meant that she was good with her hands. She could down a knight in full armor. So surely this unarmed man would be no problem. Until she realized just how open she'd been left. Handcuffs linking her wrists, and shackles on her ankles. With chains linking the two.

This was going to be a little more difficult then she thought. And as she'd be stripped she didn't have her dagger that she always carried. Even when bathing she kept it near. Strapped tightly to her thigh. So that it would always be there in case she needed it. But it had surely been found and removed. They would not risk leaving her with a weapon.
 
Simon laughed at her words, his fist banging into the table as he turned back to her and looked at her. "I thought you elves loved wine!" He laughed even more after it, his hand hitting his own thigh as he didn't look at her until he was done. "Your body certainly is a temple, but only a temple of sex. Your white knight won't be able to save you when he doesn't know where you are." He told her, moving over to the cage and looking into her eyes. "And I'll break you, princess, I'll break you for good." He whispered to her, spitting out her status once more before he went to look at her personal items.

He saw her dagger, unsheathing it for a moment before sheathing it again. "I think I'll keep this." He told her, tossing it into his open chest of his own personal items along with what else he'd kept from his past slaves. "And what goes with you, I'll give you a punishment soon, one that you'll never forget." He told her, grinning as he went to the chest next to her cage, opening it and beginning to remove the items he needed.

First of all, he pulled out a chain collar, designed so it he pulled the chain, it would tighten around her neck and eventually stop her from breathing if she struggled too much. He removed it along with the excess leash before he moved to the cage, his hands moving in between the bars and quickly slipping the collar around her neck, pulling his hands out just as quick as he wasn't going to risk anything. He pulled the chain, watching the collar tighten around her neck for a moment before letting go. He wasn't letting her misbehave at all as it would be the first time she'd have a collar on.
 
Erossong gasped softly as he put the leash on her. Showing no emotion as she helf herself in such a proper manner. It was hard to believe she was a captive. "The elves are renowned trackers. Or has your human mind not enabled you to remember such things?" She asked. Her voice was like silk in the air. A certain amount a regality to it. But still soft and feminine. She looked him up and down. He certainly wasn't terrible looking, not for a human. But he was here to break her. And she would not allow that. Never.

She was far too strong to ever allow her will to be broken. Torture could no break her. Torture and interrogation specialist had not been able to break her, so what made this mortal man believe he could. She was an elf. An immortal, with immortal, everlasting beauty. Her entire body jsut radiated strength and pride. It was obvious she was a princess.
 
Simon was aware of that, he heard her words before he pulled her chain, causing it to close around her neck and slow her breathing down at bit. "In the future, you will refer to me as Master. And as goes for being found, how can you find the invisible?" He wasn't exactly invisible but the rear wagons had long patches of feathers out behing them, lining the sand perfectly like a wind would as they went over it, knowing it would be different once they reached the woodland.

He looked out of the front once, putting the chain aroudn a handle on the table before he looked back at her. She was a true princess and he would enjoy this as he grabbed the chain, twirling it around his hand a few times before he opened the cage, pulling her out with the chain. "It's time for your first punishment my dear slave." He told her, his tone poison as he dragged her after him, stopping by the table before he went back to her, lifting her up on it and tying the chain quite roughly so she would have trouble breathing.

During that time, he removed the shackles from her feet before chaining her to the legs of the table, knowing it was a part of the wagon and ending with removing the shackles from her hands and doing the same by the corners of the table by her head, only then loosening the chain. "I'm going to enjoy this my slave." He told her, running a hand from one of her feet up to her thigh, loving her silky skin.
 
Erossong gasped for her breaths as he pulled tightly on the chain. But she did not let it affect her composure. With each shackle that was locked to a table leg she got more nervous. She had taken prde in being The Virgin Princess. And if he knew anything of the elves she would garner more money remain as so. But somehow she believe he didn't exactly care so long as he had his fun first. To hell if he ruined her for the customer.

A gasp was illicted from her lips as his hand moved up her leg. No one had ever touched those parts of her body. Not even a passing touch. So this made her very nervous. Her body shaking a little under his touch. From the odd sensation she would not break though.
 
Simon heard her gasp from his touch as he loosened the chain afterwards. "Now my pet, let me hear what you would say when I ask you if you're hungry." He told her, wanting to hear her beg for him. It was part of his job to break her and if he could break her, the rest of the elves would be broken and ready for slavery as he waited for her response. He was curious as he knew that she was still a virgin, no one had dared take her yet but he would be the first, his mind was set on that part as he knew that she would still fetch his highest price from being a princess.
 
"If you are fishing for me to beg, I will not," Erossong said. "I will not so easy to break. Kill me if you must. For nothing else will break me. Marr my body as other have. Threaten me. Threaten my family. My people. Nothing will work." She was extremely calm. It was almost scary how calm and collected she had remained through the whole ordeal. But she wasn't about to lose her cool and let him see a weakness he could exploit. For she had no weakness. None that could be exploited anyway.
 
Pulling the chain, he stopped her breathing for a few moments, holding it and watching her struggle for air as he was aroused by seeing her body writhe before he let go, watcing her. "Wrong, you will call me master and whenever I ask you anythnig, you'll beg for it." He told her, leaning in over her body as his free hand went over her smooth stomach, touching her skin delicately as if he was afraid to break it. His hand went up to her breasts, cupping one before roughly grabbing it and then letting go, moving to pinch her nipple, knowing he could put her into an ecstatic state without even taking her virginity.
 
It was at this moment that she was glad she could hold her breath for extended periods of time. But none the less, the pain of the chain digging into her throat made her squirm. She wasn't going to be him for anything. But him grasping her breast made her gasp, and pinching her nipple nearly illicted a moan. But she withheld it. It was another sign of weakness, one that he was somehow exploiting. She didn't know what the feel was, but it was strange to her. She made no attempt to try and fight him, due to her shackles. But if he came near her mouth she was likely to bite, as it was a natural reaction.
 
Simon noticed the squirm but also the reaction from him grabbing her breasts. "Ohh, you're a pure virgin, even when it comes to touching my dear slave." He told her, grinning as he knew about her weakness now, letting go of the chain to her collar to grab her other breast with his free hand, rubbing them both roughly, pinching her nipples in between his fingers as well to tease her, wanting her to squirm and moan so he would know easier if she was still breakable this way.
 
"Yes, my body is a pure temple to the gods. Not tainted by earthen hand," Erossong said calmly. Sturggling to keep calm as he touched her body in ways none had touched her before. It was dificult, but she maintained. Closing her eyes to keep herself calm. It was the only way. Thinking of the relaxing gardens and pools that made up her home. And of the jasmine soak she had been in when she was taken. The scent still all around her. Very strong on her skin and hair. Her ebony locks still somewhat wet from the soak. But they had dried for the most part on the way.
 
Simon heard her words, laughing in response. "That'll change soon enough, I'll tear down your temple and break you at the same time." He told her, his voice dark and commanding as he continued fondling her breasts, moving his head down to her's, his hot breath on her skin as he kissed her neck, knowing he'd have to draw her back to the wagon so he could break her. He wasn't going to let her slip away into her own mind just yet, he wanted his fun before he could let her do that.
 
Erossong focused on anything but the attention he was paying to her hyper sensitive body. Almost in a state of meditation. Closing her eyes lightly. Taking even breaths to keep calm. Only her hands shaking in the slightest, showing she could still feel the touches and kisses he was placing on her skin. But she wouldn't acknowledge it, not if it killed her.
 
Simon noticed her hands trembling, deciding to go further as he moved a hand from her breasts, down over her stomach and to her thighs, slowly caressing the skin up to her sex, running over her sit once, trying to provoke her clit out so he could bring her out of her meditation state so he could enjoy the breaking of this. He wanted to see the look on her face when he would take her within soon, he wanted her to feel him inside her, knowing elves were tighter than humans and he was usually enough for a human girl to take so this was going to be even more interesting. He could hardly wait to begin as he continued his work, watching her.
 
Erossong didn't want to react, but the sudden touch to her slit made her hips involuntarily jerk. Cloasing her eyes tighter trying desperately to keep focused. But it was near impossible to do with him touching her in such a manner. Her body reacting. Almost instantly she was wet to the touch, due to never having been touched, the suddeness made her body react rashly, shaking a bit. But her spirit it seemed, would not break easily.
 
Simon watched her hips jerk, his fingers returning to her slit as he continued softly running his fingers over her entrance, knowing the pleasure as he saw her body reach, his hand on her breasts moving up to her face, slapping her across her face. "Moan, slave!" He demanded of her as he moved his hand back to her breasts, his erection visible in his pants as he knew that she would be forced to take him in soon, giving him the full treatment.
 
Erossong let out as soft whimper as he continued toying with her slick slit. Trying not to gasp when he slapped. He would intentionally bruise such fair skin. "I will do no such thing...." She said her voice still strong, despite it all. It didn't matter how much he put her through, she would stay strong.
 
Ohh how he would love to change that part about her, she was so strong yet he'd eventually break her, he could humiliate her, even in front of her own people but this was nowhere near how much he would enjoy fetching a high price for her useless body. He grinned as he heard her words, slapping her across her face again. "You will do what I order you to do bitch!" His tone had changed, he was becoming the master of slaves that was his true form as he kept rubbing her slit, a finger slowly pushing inside, accepting her wetness as he stopped by her hymen, boy was she a tight one! He didn't care that she would fetch him an even higher price untouched, he needed to break her before he could sell her and he'd probably scatter the other female elves all around the country, selling them as he would see fit.
 
Erossong tried to keep herself from crying out as he bruised her fair skin once more. The bruises already appearing on her flawless face. She would simply allow her mind to go elsewhere. Somewhere calm, so she would be calm. Even as he slid his fingers into her. It was painful, this much she knew. But she wouldn't show it. She wouldn't show pain or weakness. It was not in her dna. But she cringed none the less. It was starting. She was already starting to break. And she wasn't going to allow it. She pulled herself back into her mind, fighting it as hard as possible.
 
"Come on bitch, beg for it." Simon demanded of her, his tone hard as he could see her concentration failing with his finger having entered her wet sex, he wanted full control, wanted to hear her beg for him when he would take out his cock. He knew he was hard but she wasn't ready, she had to beg for him and taste him in her mouth so he could see if she was any good for being sold. It would be almost perfect if he could get to keep her, show her around to people as a prize he had finally received, having her beg him in public about fucking her.
 
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