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Third Person POV
*neighs* several horses began marching to a village nearby. There are many horses approaching. They're back from their jobs. And it seems like a success for there are many carriages in sight.
As the carriages approach, the horsemen leap from their sides to the carriages' doors. As it opened, girls — from various ages came out. Name it, children to old women. Dressed poorly and with shackles on their hands, behind them, and a sack covering their faces.
"Alright, alright, get going. You won't like what will happen when none of them buy you, " the horsemen pertain to the masters that the slaves were to meet.
They guide the female slaves in line through a deep tunnel. It seems like a prison basement.
"Alvo, these are the women we capture on our trip to Mauylsa," the horsemen said to the merchant, awaiting with many men on the circular table.
"Uncover their faces," the merchant commanded.
One by one, the horsemen remove the sack that covers the faces of the women captured. They have bandanas covering their mouths.
"Children first" the merchant commanded. Sinister looks began creeping in on the buyers' faces as the children step forward.
"I'll take this one"
"I'll take four"
"Double it for me"
"I'll take three"
The six men began reciting their lists of slaves to buy.
"Now, the old women" the merchant said.
A not so happy looks from the men.
There aren't many old women after all, so they decided to take one to each of them. Telling that they would also be great to be a staff or a cleaning lady.
"And lastly, the young women"
There are approximately twelve young women in the basement as they speak. The men began scanning for potential playmates.
They began listing as they pointed out whom they chose.
There is just one not being picked yet, for it is because of her unusual hair colour. That ought to be a bad omen. The six men look at each other and argue whether who would pick this or just throw her away.
"It would not be that bad, right? She could be some help, maid, and I can order around as I like. What bad omen? I'll teach this bad omen how to treat her master right" The men laugh at each other, and the discussion was over.
They went to each of their own carriages with their newly bought slaves and went to their households.
The transaction was in secret. That's why they travel far from their homes to the quiet village.
As Nuval arrived at their household, he welcomed the slaves and order them as soon as they got there.
Some of the children were dressed seductively as well as the other women. Some were tasked in the kitchen and are maids. The girl with the bad omen hair was laughed at and ordered her to go to his bed.
Minuts passed. The slaves that were tasked on Nuval's bedroom were shaking and nervous as they knew they would need to give him satisfaction or else they would be beheaded.
Nuval dressed nothing but bottoms, his fat hanging out and is really for playtime. As he jumped on his bed, he ordered the slaves to give him pleasure other than the bad omen girl.
Nuval's POV
Silly little kid, who is she to think that she is fitted to taste this body of mine and to think she's a great fit to give me satisfaction!
"You, go get a plate full of salt.. come back here IMMEDIATELY!"
As she stormed out of the room, I ordered my women to kiss me and make out with me while some of them had to suck my dick.
I'm getting frustrated because they lack movements and can't suck good enough.
The bad omen girl came back with the plate full of salt. I smirked and ordered her, "Now, kneel on it while watching us have sex"
Third Person POV
The slave women were concerned and gave looks at each other for they also knew they were quite in trouble for they needed to gove pleasure even if they didn't want to.
The bad omen girl looked on the plate full of salt, knowing there's no choice but to obey. She carefully kneeled down and watched them as they are making out in the moment.
*30 minutes has passed*
The slave women are tired, as well as their eyes from tearing nonstop.
The bad omen girl finally stood up and was ordered to go out of the room. Her knees were bledding because of the sharpness of the salt and were to kneel for 30 minutes long. She doesn't have any choice but to watch while in pain.
Not being able to walk much, she held on to the walls of the household. It's not that big, but for slaves like them, it feels like a mansion.
The bad omen girl took a deep breath and slowly went to the kitchen.