It was morning and the market was already busy with life; Masters and Mistresses buzzing about, looking at slaves. We were naked, and by we, I mean we as in I was lined up with about 10 other slaves, all were girls. On the opposite side were men and boy slaves. A few of them had piercings in their ears, probably because they tried to run or do something much more serious from one of their Owners.
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Mine were clear, for now at least. Next to me was my best friend who I called my sister. Serice was only 10 years old, four years younger than me. Most of the women around me were about 18 or 20 years old. The men were about the same. I blinked, noticing a man with long black hair standing off to the side. After a while of watching us, the man went up to the head slaver ; after a while of talking the head slaver nodded and the man with black hair turned to the women, then pointed the ones he wanted, one being me, another being Serice.
The head slaver then began to unlock our shackles and we all lined up, then were lead to a large,bosk drawn cart and were on our knees again once we were inside. It seemed forever before Gor cart stopped and the door opened, making us all squint since the light was sudden and the inside of the cart was dark. When we stepped out, we were in awe of the six-story cylinder building casting a shadow over us. As we walked in the doors, two guards, one on either side of us, stared down at us, smirking. Their appearance frightened me a bit and I bit my lip, putting my head back down.
We were led to a large, somewhat empty room with a large, red, comfortable-looking chair in the middle of it. We were put into a line so we were side by side and then were told to kneel by another guard. Quietly, a story red-headed woman stepped out and dropped to her knees when the man with black hair entered the room. He then grabbed four collars off the chair and handed them to the red-headed woman and stood in front of one of the girls. His voice was slave and satisfying, but very strict.
The female did as she was told and the Master looked her over.
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He then sifted through the collars and clasped it on her neck, then locked it. The same thing repeated for Serice who was a House Slave and then me. I was sickly and poor looking and totally unexpecting of the Master choosing me as his Pleasure Slave.
We were then seperated with slaves that had been in the home for a while for them to teach us our specialties. It is your responsibility to teach the girl everything you know. The red head nodded and grabbed me by the collar and tugged me out of the room. We walked up to the third.
Varra then pushed me onto the bed. At the moment, I am like a Mistress to you. You do what I tell you no matter, no matter what. Show me what you know about being a pleasure slave on him. I shook my head and blinked.
Suddenly, the door flew open and banged hard against the wall, Varra and the male slave immediately dropped to their knees. I, on the other hand, was grabbed my hair, pulled up and got my face slammed against the wall.
I suddenly received a hard slap against the side of my head. Take her to the room. I was immediately pulled up and growled at. The male slave just watched, a somewhat sad look on his face as he watched me be dragged off.
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He must have been beaten by the Master before, or at least seen what he does as punishments. Once down in the room, I could see and hear the slaves that gathered around to watch. The Master was in the center of the room, a large whip in his hand. Varra threw me on the floor and stepped off to the side by the new slaves who were ordered to watch closely.
My fragile body trembled hard as I laid there, helplessly. Slowly, I did what I was told. I got up on my knees, my hands behind my back, my head tilted downward.
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The Master chuckled again and the handle of a whip was suddenly under my chin, pulling my face up. A loud snap, and scream, was heard as he whipped me. I whimpered softly. I whimped more and squirmed. I was whipped once again.
I screamed each time, but kept whimpering my statement over and over again. Serice was watching, horrified. I was like her sister after all, so of course she would take this hard. Tears were streaming from my eyes as I kept repeating, getting loud. I sobbed loudly but was soon fading in and out of conciousness and then finally passed out from the pain. You, girl. I was still unconcious when he knelt beside me. The other slaves in the room were quiet from the horrid scene they just saw.
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As a punishment, their ears were pierced;forever condemed to a life of slavery. We walked up to the third floor and was then put in a room where a male slave was waiting. You do what I tell you no matter, no matter what it is. Varra glared at me. Show me what you know.
This slave only pleases her Master. I will only please my Master! I was sobbing, my face red and my eyes shut, tears leaking from my closed eyes, though.
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