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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 11, 2009
Barely conscious, she lay against the dirt for the longest time. No one seemed to know what to do with her now. There was a man they talked about as if he was some horse trainer had taken one look at her, and she knew the thoughts that went through the manâs mind. The way he eyes went up and down her. Gods, it made her sick and he had not even laid a hand on her. Talking about stripping her clothes first. Those thoughts ended abruptly when she managed a solid blow against his jaw. She received a solid blow to her ribs by the guards but the man was quickly pulled off. She did not understand most of the conversation, but she did not have to know the words to know that it was not good. But for the moment she got to keep her clothes and boots.
Bound tightly, she was pressed to the back of the cages to wait. All day she watched as one naked girl after another after another was pulled out and marched away. In the distance she could hear men, talking, yelling, fighting. Damn barbarians. It made her sick. What seemed to be worse, these women had no fight left in them. They did not care. From quiet conversations most were looking forward to finding a good master. If her hands were free she would have beat some sense into them.
The cage empties, she was barely aware of the conversation only feet away. They were talking so fast it was hard for her to catch every word but she caught enough to know they were talking about her and what they should do with her. One was grinning. That was not good. Finally the door opened and two guards pulled her out. It was her turn. They made a move like they were going to grope her, or maybe strip her and she gave them a fight. The one that seemed to be in control waved them off, motioning to where all the other girls had disappeared.
She had a fair idea what to expect when she was pulled on to stage. What she did not expect was the reception she received. Still a little shocked by her surroundings, White hot anger went through her. Red humiliation colored her cheeks. She swore to the gods she was going to kill them all. The nasty gag only muffled the noise. She barely noticed the men in the audience just staring, no one is taking a real interest. No doubt the men are a little put off that she somehow managed to get on stage fully clothed. she am starting to think no one is going to bid. She seemed to be making this day worse and worse for the man in control.
Just about the time she though she was safe, and she had ruined the mans plans to sell her, someone speaks up. She glared at him. If looks could kill. Only seconds pass before she was being led off stage to the man. Apparently they were afraid he was going to change his mind. She continued her rant all the way to his table, then go silent. She didnt have a good understanding of his currancy system but the few coins that are handed over seems to be cheap for a slave.
Not that it matters. Her mind already working, planning an escape. Confident she can either kill him or escape. But that means him putting his guard down. It takes most of her self control to swallow her pride and soul to appear submissive. A few men from surroundings tables start making noise, apparently waiting for a show.... fucking barbarians... She didnât fight, she didnât move. She even manage to look down slightly.
Bound tightly, she was pressed to the back of the cages to wait. All day she watched as one naked girl after another after another was pulled out and marched away. In the distance she could hear men, talking, yelling, fighting. Damn barbarians. It made her sick. What seemed to be worse, these women had no fight left in them. They did not care. From quiet conversations most were looking forward to finding a good master. If her hands were free she would have beat some sense into them.
The cage empties, she was barely aware of the conversation only feet away. They were talking so fast it was hard for her to catch every word but she caught enough to know they were talking about her and what they should do with her. One was grinning. That was not good. Finally the door opened and two guards pulled her out. It was her turn. They made a move like they were going to grope her, or maybe strip her and she gave them a fight. The one that seemed to be in control waved them off, motioning to where all the other girls had disappeared.
She had a fair idea what to expect when she was pulled on to stage. What she did not expect was the reception she received. Still a little shocked by her surroundings, White hot anger went through her. Red humiliation colored her cheeks. She swore to the gods she was going to kill them all. The nasty gag only muffled the noise. She barely noticed the men in the audience just staring, no one is taking a real interest. No doubt the men are a little put off that she somehow managed to get on stage fully clothed. she am starting to think no one is going to bid. She seemed to be making this day worse and worse for the man in control.
Just about the time she though she was safe, and she had ruined the mans plans to sell her, someone speaks up. She glared at him. If looks could kill. Only seconds pass before she was being led off stage to the man. Apparently they were afraid he was going to change his mind. She continued her rant all the way to his table, then go silent. She didnt have a good understanding of his currancy system but the few coins that are handed over seems to be cheap for a slave.
Not that it matters. Her mind already working, planning an escape. Confident she can either kill him or escape. But that means him putting his guard down. It takes most of her self control to swallow her pride and soul to appear submissive. A few men from surroundings tables start making noise, apparently waiting for a show.... fucking barbarians... She didnât fight, she didnât move. She even manage to look down slightly.