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[Elayne]

Eleanor moaned and gasped as he pawed her round breasts, staring down at her as he loomed over her, thrusting hard and deep. He seized her flaring hips and pumped her with such savage intensity that she couldn't restrain a shriek of pleasure and pain. He responded by slapping her and demanding she Look.

She stared up at him, her blue eye wide as he began to pump in and out of her, harder and faster, till she screamed out again and again. He reared back and thrust and Eleanor whimpered as she realized her was cumming. He squeezed and then squeezed again, deep inside of her as his manhood emptied his full load into her waiting womb. Her full lips parted, her heart racing. He was recklessly deep, deep enough that he seemed like he wanted to put a child in her belly. He pinned her down, holding her in place as he bred her, squeezing his manhood again.

He slowly pulled free and Eleanor groaned, feeling his hot sticky seed dripping from her sex and wetting her thighs. She shifted her weight as he released her, squirming underneath him as she rolled to her stomach and gently pushed her mouth against his limp manhood, kissing his shaft lightly, then licking it. With her hands still bound behind her head, she couldn't grasp his cock to hold him in place but she parted her full lips and swallowed him, wrapping her tongue around him as cleaned her juices and his off his manhood.

Once she was done, she let his manhood flop down onto her soft breasts, raising her hips slightly as she pressed them against him. Though she didn't know his language yet, she looked up at him, her bright blue eyes clear, still wet from the hard slaps, but meek. He seemed satisfied and after a moment he grabbed her hair and pulled her over to the furs, chaining her collar to a post and then going to his own bed.

Eleanor moaned softly to herself as she fell asleep on the furs, naked and vulnerable. In the morning, when she awoke, Cassandra was standing over her.

"You pleased your Master well, Samara," Cassandra told her, unclasping the chain from the post. "Heel," the woman command, yanking Eleanor to her feet and guiding her through the compound.

Cassandra guided her to a large bathing pool, where other women were already bathing. The green robed man stopped her, giving her a cup of something black and bitter. Eleanor spluttered, but was forced to drink it. "It is called slave wine. It'll keep you from getting pregnant unless your owner decides to breed you," Cassandra explained. Then she pointed at the pool and gestured to the women in it. Eleanor gasped as she realized men were there, above, watching the women bath.

"Buyers are allowed to watch, to see which women they might be interested. When you bathe, be mindful of your audience," Cassandra instructed her, then unclasped the chain leash and shoved Eleanor towards the pool.

Eleanor stumbled towards the pool, then slid into the warm waters. She was offered soap and she began lathering a cloth, then soaping her soft curves. She looked around the pool. Half of the girls were natives to this planet, who didn't seem to understand her or speak a language she understood. However, some of the other Earth women were being escorted in and most of them bore signs of being used last night.

The men above leaned against the railing, chatting amongst themselves and pointing at the women they were interested in. Sometimes they would shout something down and one of the Gorean women would respond by doing a little dance or calling something back to the man. One of the man yelled something and pointed at Eleanor and she looked back up at him fearfully, not understanding. He shouted something again.

One of the Gorean women swam over to her and grabbed Eleanor’s collar, guiding her towards that side of the pool. The Gorean slave girl seized Eleanor’s right breast and bounced it in her palm, squeezing it, then fondling her left breast in turn. She then whispered some words into Eleanor’s ear, pointing at the man. Eleanor blushed but repeated the words, calling back up to the man who barked a laughed and pounded the railing in approval.

After the display, Eleanor swam back to her spot, washing her bruised body as various other women caught the attention of the audience. Eleanor wondered who that man was or what the phrase she’d been taught meant.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Onnar stood in the upper ring with his prospective buyers of his girls wining and dining them all, pointing out the selevt beauties of each of the girls, enhancing their strengths and assets while trying to down play their shortcomings. If this bath had been a used car dealership, he would have fit the role of a used car dealer perfectly! Rather than cars, trucks, and motorcycles though, he sold women.

Rabiyah Port, one of the male slaves of the tradehouse of Trask, hurried up the stairs to the display room, a scroll carried carefully in his hands pressed to his bare chest. His long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, he bore a similar brand on his thigh of slave and wore little more than sandals and a cloth that wrapped his waist and draped down to just above his feet. He wore the pinned collar of the House of Trask that had been locked onto his neck by at skilled engineer and metal shackles on his wrists with a small chain linked between then. His back bore the scars of countless stripings from whips that had long since healed over and over again.

As Rabiyah reached the upper platform, he spotted Onnar and said, "Master... I bring word.... I bring word for you!"

As he reached Onnar, he dropped to his knees and move the scroll to his hands and lifted it over his head as he lowered his eyes down. He caught the faintest glimpse of the beautiful red head in the pool but turned his eyes down as quickly. This man clearly had been put into his place and dared not give reason for his punishment.

Onnar looked to one of the nobles who had been eyeing of all people, Cassandra and said, "My apologies Master Sabba for the behavior of my slave. He knows better than to interrupt me when working with my guests... I shall have him beaten severely for this if this is not an emergency."

"Make no fuss sir. I will browse your merchandise sir while you handle this." The man said turning his eyes to the red head and let his eyes drink her in.

Onnar opened the scroll and began to read on it and as he did... his eyes widened! The further he read, the more his eyes widened. Cassandra, whom stood near Eleanor just outside the pool lifted her eyes to her Master and their eyes met for a moment. She whispered, "This is very good... or very bad...."

Cassandra watched as her Master walked back to Master Sabba and spoke soft words to him and then politely excused himself. He looked to Cassandra and tipped his head to one side indicating he needed to make words with her.

Cassandra ran her fingers through Eleanor's hair and said, "Continue to bathe and clean. Make yourself beautiful for those buyers above. I shall return shortly."

Onnar met with Cassandra and pulled her into the corner a few minutes later out of earshot of the others saying, "Ubar Thurrah will be arriving this evening for dinner to examine my merchandise!"

Cassandra's knees nearly buckled as she said, "Did we do anything to displease him to warrant such a visit?"

Umar Thurrah was the current ruler and leader of the city of Tentium. Two years before, Thurrah had led a large band of nomads and raiders through the lands and had gathered all his forces together and conquered Tentium, ripping the homestone right out of the previous Umar's dead and blooded hands. The Umar was a jealous and rageful warrior who had slain all those who did not bow to his will... including other traders and farmers. Those that remained paid a stipend each year to the Umar. Three months prior, the Umar invited himself to the House of Tradies, a rival trader in the city. Though no one lived to hear the tale of what happened that night, each of the traders, soldiers, and slaves were slaughtered. The soldiers that work for their Umar never speak of the events of that night but it sent shockwaves through the entire city and quelled any attempts to try to protest Umar Thurrah's control of the city.

Cassandra whispered in fear, "Should I pack your things Master and flee?"

Onnar raised a hand and said, "No... Have someone pack the treasury and bags but leave them in the escape tunnel. You... I want to make sure every slave girl in this center is groomed and in their prime. Inspect each one head to toe. Put the slave bells on and prepare them as you would for auction this night. Let them know that any mixup this night that might displease the Ubar, will result in death. Do you understand?"

Cassandra nodded saying, "Yes Master.... does that include me?"

"You are a slave girl as well woman..." Onnar said looking angrily towards her.

Cassandra's eyes widened and she nodded, "Yes Master. I am on it Master." She turned and headed back to the baths to round up the women.

 

[Elayne]

Eleanor leaned back against the wall of the pool, letting the Gorean born slaves move to the fore. They were clearly more eager. Cassandra leaned down to seize Eleanor's copper locks, ordering her to continue bathing, then standing and leaving rapidly to the side.

Eleanor glanced up at the man in the buying section. He was a darker skinned man who seemed fixated on her. Onnar and Cassandra had left and the dark skinned man called something down to the pool. Eleanor had no idea what he said, but one of the dark haired Gorean girls swam over. She pointed at the man. "Master Rabba," the other woman said. "Master Rabba," Eleanor repeated. The other woman nodded, then put her hand to her own chest. "Gunna," she introduced herself. "Gunna," Eleanor repeated, then put her hand on her own breast. "Samara," she replied, flushing.

The woman nodded. "Master Rabba," she said then said a phrase in Gorean, making some hand gestures. After a moment, Eleanor nodded, getting the gist of it. The man wanted her and Gunna to put on a show for his amusement. After explaining, Gunna leaned in and kissed Eleanor, pushing her tongue into Eleanor's mouth, then reaching around to cup Eleanor's firm heart shaped ass. As she squeezed, Gunna looked up at Master Rabba and gave a little feminine squeal.

Eleanor glanced shyly at the man, then nervously cupped Gunna's chin and leaned forward, kissing the shorter woman more deeply, glancing towards Rabba as their tongues twined around each other. The man seemed approving so Eleanor deepened the kiss, tasting Gunna's mouth. After a moment, Gunna pulled back and said something. Eleanor blushed, realizing from the tone it was a complimentary and Rabba called the same phrase down from above.

Moments later, Cassandra returned and commanded them to follow her in Gorean. Eleanor saw the other girls clambering out of the pool and followed suit. Cassandra lead the group of slave women out of the public baths and back to the cages. Other women were also being escorted in. Eleanor spotted Alejandra and Lauren, but not Carmella or Natalya.

Most of the Gorean women left, including Gunna, but some of the most beautiful arrived, darting in. Cassandra gave them all a stern look over, then announced something in Gorean. The Gorean slave girls gasped, seeming fearful, but Cassandra clapped her hands, silencing them.

Then she turned to Eleanor, Alejandra and Lauren. "I just announced to them that Ubar Thurrah is arriving to inspect Master Onnar's wares. Ubar Thurrah is an important man, a king in this city. Master Onnar will present all of his finest slaves to the Ubar but every slave must be made ready to be viewed by the Ubar. Displeasing the Ubar or shaming your owner in front of the Ubar will be punished with death," Cassandra announced and Eleanor felt herself going pale.

Cassandra clapped her hands again and all of the women fell out to begin combing and brushing their hair, applying cosmetics. Even Cassandra was not exempt from the preparations. As Eleanor combed her still damp hair, one of the guards approached with a pot of some liquid. He announced it's name and Eleanor looked at him confused. The guard dipped his hand in the pot, then quickly smeared the contents along Eleanor's neck, her breasts and even her thighs. Perfume. "Perfume?" she repeated the word he had said in Gorean and the guard looked at her then nodded, repeating it. "Perfume," he said, then moved on to Lauren, smearing the buxom Scottish woman's larger breasts.

Once they were perfumed, combed and brushed, a guard arrived with another box. He shoved it into the hand of one of the Gorean slaves and the slave approached Eleanor. "Kohl," the slave explained, then brushed it over Eleanor's eye lids, down her lashes. She handed the box to Eleanor and closed her own eyes. Eleanor blushed, but took the brush and painted the Gorean slave's eyelids and lashes. "Kohl," she repeated and the slave nodded, then handed the box over to one of the other Gorean slaves.

When all of them were ready, Cassandra came by. She looked Eleanor over critically then nodded, barking something to one of the slaves. "Put this on. It is a slave gown. You will also wear bells on your ankles," Cassandra explained sharply.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Onnar paced back and forth with a slight hint of nervousness in the main court grounds inside his walls and slave cages. Each of his women all knelt in the traditional positions of nabu, nude save the collar and bells on their ankles. A dozen of his personal guards stood along the perimeter of the wall and another half dozen posted near the door. He himself kept his spear and buckler strapped to his back as in accordance to the city codes. All male citizens are to be prepared for war in a moments notice and shall keep spear, sword, or axe and buckler within 10 feet of himself at all times. In the presence of the Ubar, the weapons and bucklers would remained sheathed save by order of the Ubar.

Onnar didn't like wearing his gear because it reminded him too much of what he was unfortunately, a warrior. Sure, he had killed before and he had fought before, but there was rarely any profit as a soldier and profit is his life was all about. Besides, his own guards were more than a match for anyone that came through those doors save perhaps the Kings guard themselves.

There was an aire of anticipation and nervousness as the hour drew nye. The waves of whispers crossed the crowds and grew louder as the Ubar and his men approached. He glanced to Cassandra and noted his prized girls lined up along the inner row that led to the palace, also kneeling and in the traditional nadu posture. Soon the first of Ubar Thummar's soldiers arrived and quickly scouted the area to make sure it was clear. then one of the Ubar's administrator's Kohl stepped through the front doors and walked directly to Onnar.

"May the stars shine on you and the might Ubad Thummar!" Onnar said with a grandiose bow.

The Administrator glanced a moment at Onnar and then to the naked women lining the inner cage walls. They were well trained to offer themselves with the phrase, "Buy me Master." should anyone arrive. Each of the girls would find it a fine prize to be bought by anyone from the Ubar's court even if it were just to serve paga in their taverns. A woman's value in Gor was in her beauty and her ability to please the eye of a man... any man.... all men. The administrator's eyes stopped on the line of Onnar's finest prizes and said, "The Ubar is aware that you received a rather unusual shipment of girls yesterday..."

Onnar hesitated and said, "I did purchase a few girls yesterday from some Tarnsmen... yes."

The administrator said as he looked past him to the cages and the rest of the product, "I see. Where are these girls?"

Onnar hesitated and said, "The lot sits in that cage over there." He pointed to the cage where Samara had once been sitting.

"I see." The administrator turned and walked to the cage and looked in at the girls who suddenly didn't want to be bought.

"Is there a problem with these girls?" Onnar said walking up next to the Administrator glancing momentarily to Cassandra and shaking his head, indicating to keep her mouth silent about Samara and the other who had made it to the palace to keep the girls quiet. She nodded nervously.

"The problem is, these girls were a shipment that was to be made directly to the me." A dark deep voice spoke from the gates....

Onnar spun to see Ubar Thunnar stepping into the grounds, looking like a powerful and dangerous sleen. He moved through the doors, his head barely moving at all as testimony to the grace of his movements. His eyes slid from cage to cage, past the girls near Cassandra and to the girls in the cages near Onnar and Kohl.

The administrator knelt down on one knee quickly followed by Onnar, Cassandra and the rest of the guards. This man was as fierce as any man could ever be. His eyes piercing blue, his hair sandy brown, his body rippled with muscle and scars.

Onnar knew in his core death had arrived. His life was in the Ubar's hand and should he choose to end it, not one Gorean man would raise a sword to help him. He said, "M.... my Ubar. I... I do not understand... sir."

"Due to an unforeseen event that caused a disruption in my shipment, my product was lost to me. I have been searching for my product since." Thummar said as he walked to the cage and said, "These are the ones you bought?"

"Y.... yes Ubar..." Onnar said nervously, "I will sell them to...."

"Sell them to me?!" The Ubar snapped and spun on him angrily!

"Give them to you! I had no knowledge of how they were acquired my Ubar! They are yours... take them. Guards, string up the girls for the Ubar! Quickly!" Onnar said trembling.

He studied Omar and then looked to Eleanor a moment, walking past him to the line of girls trembling on their knees, "These are your prize stock?"

"Y... yes Ubar." Onnar said following him.

"I see." He reached down and grabbed Cassandra by the throat and lifted her to her feet. He snapped, "Why is this one clothed?!?!"

"She... is a trainer my Ubar. I shall strip her for you if you wish..." Onnar said hastily as he watched Cassandra clamp onto Ubar Thummar's wrist that held her neck.

He let her go and eyed the red next next to her and said, "And this one?"

He reached to Eleanor's neck and pulled her to the balls of her feet. He had both girls by the neck now.... He said, "What about this one? She is a pretty one."

"I have owned both of these girls a month now. Preparing for auction with both of them." Onnar said nervously.

"I see.... perhaps I will buy these two... " The Umar said.

"My trainer is not for sale my Ubar." Onnar said humbly and almost regretfully.

"Then I will buy these two now." Umar said calmly.

"If my Ubar wishes, I will sell them to you." Onnar said calmly.

He lowered both ladies to their feet and watched as they dropped to their knees once more trembling. The Ubar said, "You will auction them both. I desire an auction and who knows... I may get them for less than my offer was to be. Now... we must leave... are my girls ready to go yet?"

 

[Elayne]

Eleanor was in the middle of preparing, Cassandra putting bells on her ankles and explaining to her that she would be serving dinner. There was a commotion at the gate and a man walked in. He joined Onnar, making a quick inspection and the two spoke in their language.

Cassandra motioned for all of the women to be silent and to assume the nadu position. Eleanor glanced up at the man. He didn't seem that impressive, but the guards and Onnar seemed to defer to him.

Suddenly, another man spoke from the gate and then stalked in. This man was much more impressive - obviously some sort of soldier, he carried himself with an intense manner and a demeanor that said he expected to be obeyed. Onnar approached the new comer almost fearfully and Eleanor deduced that this must be Ubar Thunnar, whom they were being prepared for.

The two men spoke as Ubar Thunnar walked along the cages and up and down the rows of kneeling women. He seemed to be dressing Onnar down and the slaver seemed almost in a state of panic. The Ubar casually seized Cassandra by her collar, pulling the trainer to her feet and staring at her ominously. Cassandra seemed terrified but after a quick spate of conversation, the Ubar let her go. Then he seized Eleanor's collar, pulling her to her feet and staring into her blue eyes. She trembled in fear at the intensity of his gaze, but after a moment he simply let her go and moved on to the next woman.

After Ubar Thunnar was done his inspection, he said something in a commanding tone to Onnar and suddenly the guards were rushing forward. Without any words, one of the guards snapped a metal leash to the front of Eleanor's collar then tugged her to her feet. Eleanor rose and the guard grabbed the front of her slave gown, giving it a yank and pulling it off with the tear of fabric. She gasped and trembled but to her shock, the exact same thing was happening to Cassandra only steps away from her.

The guards quickly stripped and leashed every woman Onnar pointed at, then pulled them towards two lines. "What is happening?" she whispered to Cassandra, who seemed almost in tears. "The Ubar has decreed that you were stolen goods, meant for him. He will be claiming some of the women immediately and you and I will be going to the auction," the woman replied flatly. A guard heard their conversation and casually slapped Cassandra. "No talking," he said in Gorean, a phrase Eleanor recognized. She was alarmed to see Cassandra so quickly reduced from her rank and privilege to just another enslaved woman.

The guards approached Eleanor and snapped another leash to the back of her collar and soon she was in a coffle of slave girls, all naked and trembling. Eleanor's own leash was snapped onto the back of Cassandra's collar and then the coffle was lead out of the training grounds.

They were marched naked through the streets of the city, back towards the tarn grounds, where the massive birds were awaiting. To Eleanor's surprise, Bejar was there and the man approached her. "Samara," he greeted her and she whimpered. "Master Bejar," she replied, embarrassed by her nudity, but unable to stop herself from checking her red hair.

"Transport to Ubar Nockt," he said, then he continued to speak in Gorean. Eleanor didn't understand the rest of it. Bejar beckoned to Cassanda who sighed but translated. "Ubar Thunnar has ordered us to be transported to the Ubar Nockt at the Sardar Fair. The Ubars of many cities go to the fair on the Ubar Nockt to present their new slaves and to buy the finest slave flesh. Your own slave flesh will be presented as a prize that Ubar Thunnar has taken and then you will be sold to whomever bids the highest," Cassandra explained in a flat monotone.

"Each night, when the tarns rest, you will trained. The Ubar Nockt is approaching quickly," Cassandra finished. Eleanor gasped in horror, but Bejar was already chaining her wrists and ankles, tossing her over the back of his tarn. The other red marked women were being chained similarly and a Gorean woman was chained next to Eleanor. "This is Tuli. You may speak to her in Gorean. She will teach you words during the flight. If you use English words, you will be whipped," Cassandre explained, before one of the guards pulled her away and bound her to another tarn.

Bejar took his saddle and smacked the tarn with his goad. The bird rose into the air. As soon as they were airborne, the raider smiled playfully and then smacked Eleanor's heart shaped ass with the goad. "La kajira," he teased her. Next to her, Tuli whispered the words to her and Eleanor blushed. "Tal Master Bejar. La kajira," she repeated. Bejar slapped her ass again and she squealed, then repeated it again. "Tal, Master Bejar. La kajira," she said loudly, her words swept away by the wind.

It would be a long flight.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Whereas the training facility before had been large, the training and preparation center Sardar Fair was massive! Instead of a half dozen cages.... 500 cages lined the massive carnival like spectacle which was just outside the city. When the tarnsmen landed on the outer rim of the carnival, the best description was controlled chaos. Hundreds of cages, thousands of slaves male and female....

While the Umar Nockt is a once a year event in which every ubar who can make it goes to it along with their people to buy fresh stocks of slaves and how it was initially set up, the event had grown into a majestic event filled with contests and challenges! The event was laid out in a huge circular pattern with then huge rings of activities laid out. Challenges, contests, games, and competitions were along the outer rings for men and boys alike. As you moved into the inner rings, vendors sold their wares and along the third ring, food sizzled and cooked, paga taverns sold, and much feasting occurred. In the center rings though, was the main event... where all the slave women were kept and chained for private sale. Most of these slaves would never make it to the actual auctions to take place inside the city, but a select few would.

In the outer rings of Umar Nockt, Warriors competing in events from stone throwing, to spear throwing, slave capture, tarn flight, swords spar, axe spar, and trident and net battling. Tradesmen dressed their personal slaves to sell their wares of every size and shape, from the silks and satins of the north, to the salts of the west, weapons, animals, laborer's tools, pins, mock home stones, bits and pieces of armorers Male slaves sparred in the middle of make shift arenas in contests of strength and power with the prize for the slave being their freedom and 10 gold tarn disk if they survive. Every kind of food was made available to purchase from hot black wines, roasted Tarsk, stews and beans, vegetables and rare fruits.

Any woman from Earth would have compared this event to Earth's version of a state fair, plus a carnival, plus a livestock show, plus a slave auction. It was filled with happy laughing people with drink and food, weapons and women... the slaves danced about to the delights of the guests passing by and music played of ever kind through all 10 rings.

Tuli squealed and giggled when she saw the magnificent event below as the tarn dropped from the sky. As they landed at the perches, Tuli was then lowered down by rope to the men below to be prepared for auction. When Samara was preparing to move, Bejar slapped her naked ass and growled.... shaking his head and scowling, he indicated she was to stay where she belonged. Once Tuli was safely dropped, the Tarn lifted off again, Bejar's hand firmly on her bottom as they rose over the skys of the event and then flown into the city walls. They continued to fly past the first set of walls, then the second set. The sounds of excitement and laughter from the event faded behind them as Bejar and four other Tarnsmen landed inside the center walls.... and were immediately surrounded by guards....

Ubar Thunnar yelled out, "Let them pass.... they bring my prizes....."

THe guards opened the path and the sleek hard looking man walked up to Bejar and tossed a sack of coin to him before the man slid Eleanor to her feet at it's side. He looked at her once more and smiled... Among the other Tarn's, half of the women from the pens... and Cassandra being taking off their tarns as well. He walked to Eleanor, cupping her breast and squeezing as if testing for ripeness and nodded. "I will use her this night... and that one...." He pointed to Cassandra, "See they are prepared and in my chambers tonight."

"And the auction?" One of his administrator said nervously.

"Who will challenge me?" Ubar Thummar said with a laugh and turned and walked away... the two selected girls being hauled towards the baths to be cleaned up and prepared.

 

[Elayne]

The flight to the Fair was long and gruelling. Every day, Tuli would teach Eleanor Gorean words and phrases and when they landed at night, Bejar whipped Eleanor’s ass for any mistakes during the day.

The process was more insidious than that. Bejar insisted that Eleanor fetch the whip, then kneel in the whipping position and count each stroke. After each whipping, he made Eleanor thank him in Gorean, then kiss the whip.

After the each whipping, Tuli would take Eleanor aside for her evening lessons. Eleanor was forced to assume a dozen different positions and to learn the words for them all. Tuli made her practice kissing and walking and made her exercise. At dinner, Bejar would hold up small treats and whichever girl begged the most was allowed to take the treat from his hand, while the other would go hungry.

One evening, as Eleanor lowered her face to Bejar’s hand to take a piece of chocolate, the tarsnman chuckled and murmured to Tuli, “She begs well.” Eleanor blushed furiously, but was horrified at how happy she felt at the small compliment.

The entire trip took a few days and at last they reached the fair, a sprawling, crowded affair. The tarns landed and the tarnsmen were paid. The Ubar reappeared,inspecting the Earth slaves and then cupping and squeezing Eleanor’s breasts. “See that she is prepared,” he commanded.

Along with Cassandra, Eleanor was taken to the baths, where she washed thoroughly, happy to get rid of the scent of the tarn. Once she was clean, she put on kohl and perfume. The guards appeared and escorted Samara and Cassandra to a massive pavilion, a huge tent surrounded by even more guards.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Umar Thummar smiled as he sat on a large table on a raised platform. The table was covered in lots of fruits and meat, breads and Paga. The Umar's slave girls stood in the various corners of the tented area holding pitchers of paga and black wine. A dozen of his high guards surrounded the interior of the room, scimitars on the waist eyeing each of the visitors into the tent one at a time. A few of his high lords had joined him at this table with the important sitting closest to him making it easy to see who was in the Umar's favor and who was not.

The Umar had been discussing a potential trade with the salts coming out of the wastes of Gleema when the two slaves were led into the large open space led by two men Bejar the Sleen and Gorm the proud. Gorm was a trainer while Bejar was the merchant who handled the auctions.

When the Umar's business was settled, he let his eyes slide to the two women naked on their knees awaiting the attention of their Master. He was their Master no matter what the rest said. Had his shipment of Earth girls actually made it here on time, at least the one woman would have been in his charge for months now, rather than days. It had taken that long to find his lost merchandise.

He stood up and waved his hand to silence those trying to get his attention. They all fell silent and stepped back, making space for the Umar. He stood up and walked around the table saying, "Rise.... Inspection."

Cassandra immediately leapt to her feet, putting her hands behind her head, pushing her breasts out legs shoulder width apart. Samara only a fraction of second behind her. The Umar walked behind each of the girls, flicking the clasp holding their slave silks they had been given... one at a time and let them fall to their feet, revealing their stunning bodies. There was a group of oohs and ahhs... as they gazed on these naked wonders... both sporting the slave brand of a common slave on their left thigh and their old iron collars from Onnar's training grounds.

He tugged at each of the collars and said, "These collars... remove them.... replace them with auction collars." An Auction collar was a simple flat iron collar with an additional loop in it which would serve to hang an auction tag with her number on it.

He walked up behind Cassandra and pressed his chest into her back and reached up and cupped her breasts firmly... saying, "Nice... plush... hard...." he pressed a hand to her belly and ran it up and down saying, "She would birth fine children. Have they had their slave wine?"
He could hear Cassandra gasp at his words. Slaves were given slave wine to keep them from having child. The only time she would be removed from it would be to bear one. Gorm said, "She has sire. They both have."

The Umar smiled and said, "These women... these... slaves.... They come from Earth...." There was no gorean word for that planet. He said, "They live in a society where women destroy real men... where their laws give power to women over men. They destroy their very natures...." He moved behind Samara and cupped her breasts as well hearing her gasp as he tweaked her nipples.... saying, "Earth women are savages, unable to fully understand what it means to be a true woman. They never allow themselves to submit completely and fully to a man... it is why they are so... difficult to train at times when you first get them."

He moved between both of the ladies, running a hand on the outside of each of their waists and letting his fingers slide inside each of their dripping pussies... to the pleasure of all the audiences and themselves. He said, "Most Earth women you have to beat and mold, rape and destroy before you can finally build them up. They arrive here in their purple hair and nose rings.... their fancy Earth clothes and jewelry thinking they know better than everyone else... all the while they deny who they truly are... beautiful sensual submissive slaves....." He smiled as both women remained in position as he teased their clits iin front of his guests.... both women moaned and pushed their hips forward for greater access... much to the pleasure of the onlookers.

"But every once in a while, you find a true diamond in the ruff... a woman from Earth that did not give into the rules of their societies..." He moved his fingers faster, rolling their clits... their breathing grew more rapid and shallow... their faces contorting in pleasures. He continued, "And when they are brought to me... they are already nearly perfect... and will bring thousands... tens of thousands of gold... to any man who dares to conquer these women..." He rolled their clits... and Cassandra screamed out in pleasure, orgasming on his fingers.... He turned to Samara and said, "Like this kajira... she tries to resist what she is... pretends she is not who she is.... and then...." He watches her scream out and cum on his fingers too for all the audiences to see in the tent....

Umar slid his fingers from both their pussies and licked each one of his hands slowly and said, "Let them serve our pleasures tonight.... and then prepare them for auction for the morning...."

Cassandra was led to the left side of hte table and pushed to her knees before the least favored man on the court who pulled his cock out and let her begin to suck on him.... and Samara moved to the right side... and one at a time would make their way to the Umar.... and work him together....

 

[Elayne]

Samara and Cassandra were shoved into the massive tent and made to kneel. There were other women, slaves, in the tent already as well as a number of men, the Ubar's guards. Others appeared to be men of some rank, though Eleanor had no idea who they were or why they were invited into the Ubar's tent. A number of men appeared to come to speak to the Ubar about business, though Eleanor didn't speak Gorean well enough to know what was being discussed.

After the discussion was over, the Ubar stalked over to where she and Cassandra were kneeling. He commanded them to assume the inspection position and Eleanor swallowed fearfully but obeyed. As she did, the Ubar took the silk bindings off her already revealing clothing and pulled them off entirely, leaving her nude. He did the same to Cassandra. Once they were nude, he beckoned to his guards.

The guards approached and seized Eleanor's chin, unlocking her collar. She sighed in relief, but the respite was only temporary. A moment later, the guard put another collar on her, a thinner, cheaper iron band with a small tag hanging from the ring. Eleanor glanced over. Cassandra's tag read "Lot 32 - On Sale." Eleanor shuddered. Her own tag read "Lot 31 - On Sale."

Once they were recollared with auction collars, the Ubar approached again, beginning to fondle Cassandra. Cassandra moaned and writhed under the Ubar's touch. Before long it was Eleanor's turn and the Ubar spread her long shapely legs and began fingering her sex. It was humiliating, but she couldn't prevent herself from becoming wet and as he continued to stroke and twist her clitoris, she was soon trembling with an orgasm that made her cry out.

Once she had been fondled and humiliated, Samara was guided over to one of the men on the right side of the tent, who was shifting the flap of his trousers to expose his manhood. He beckoned and though Eleanor was ashamed, she went down to her knees and began to kiss and lick the stranger's manhood. He wasn't an ugly man and his penis was long and straight. Though she was embarrased, Samara couldn't help herself. She twined her tongue around his shaft and began licking and slurping at his manhood passionately, almost lovingly. The man reached down and seized her earrings, tugging them as she sucked him. It wasn't long before he grunted and a torrent of his seed erupted, filling Samara's mouth. She continued to suck, swallowing his load and continuing to lavish his tongue with licks and kisses. Finally, the man grunted, "Enough," and pushed her head back, shoving her down towards the next man.

Samara crawled towards the next one of the nobles, who quickly produced his manhood. She began kissing and licking him until he too shoved her down the line, his seed spilling over her full round breasts. Samara serviced each man in the row as the men fondled her round breasts or touched her pink sex and laughing at her before sending her onwards.

At the end, Samara crawled to Ubar Thummar. Cassandra was already at his feet and Samara took her spot next to the slave woman. Samara's blue eyes widened. The Ubar had the largest cock of any of the men who'd used her mouth and Samara couldn't help but press her lips forward to kiss his head worshipfully. Cassandra ducked lower and began to kiss the Ubar's balls, licking his sack quickly and skillfully, but Samara went at a slower pace, lavishing his manhood with her tongue while she looked up at him.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Ubar Thummar smiled as both of this new slaves knelt at his feet attending his cock in a manner appropriate to the station of a slave. While on Earth, society built laws that have hamstrung men, empowered women, and essentially twisted up every natural order of events in human nature. Anytime a man shows any kind of manly behavior, he would be immediately accused with words like 'Toxic Masculinity' and 'Misogynist'. Men in Earth society have had to learn to keep their opinions to themselves and support their foolish loud mouth women no matter what idiotic notions they had in their little brains.

Here on Gorn, that was the furthest from the truth. Women were in their natural places... on their knees, submissive to their powerful strong men. Laws were in place to ensure that women never had the chance to rise above the rank of their own natural station in life. Should either of these women chose to disobey, they would be the ones punished and most severely. It was a lesson the one known as Cassandra seemed to know quite well as she trembled as she suckled his balls. He was not so certain about the one known as Samara though. She was a newer woman from Earth and depending on her life prior might determine how much training she needed.

Currently though, he knew she was a true cock sucker.... as she slid his rod deep into her throat, gagging on it some before coming back up for air. He thought nothing further of the two women who did their duties for him but turned his attention towards Putnar, a strange man with a yellowish skin and slanted eyes. "So what happened to this shipment?"

The man spoke in a slow draw familiar with the men Samara had heard on the ship before she was taken as he said in Gorean, "The Priest Kings attacked once again. They had apparently repaired their nests and are sending more patrols to stop the shipments."

"You said this issue with Priest Kings was handled...." Thummar said as he put his hand on the back of Samara's head and shoved her down onto his cock, sending his rod down into her throat cutting off her air. As a slave, should she fight him, she would be punished....

Putnar glanced down at Samara and Cassandra and back to the Ubar saying, "Yessss.... it wassss.... we are bringing more ships into the area... more shipments. They can't track them all...."

The Ubar glanced down and saw Cassandra glance up at him worriedly as she glanced to Samara who was struggling for air. She knew he was testing Samara.... would she be punished... or take what was given to her now?

"This means prices go up then? More men, more ships...." The Ubar said calmly in the high language.

"I fear so... but we will not charge you extra as you provide us so much more protection than the other ubars." Putnar said calmly as he glanced down at Samara once more. Her face was growing red.... her eyes looking desperate...

The Ubar smiled... and let his hand on her head... letting her suck in a huge lungful of air into her burning lungs. The moment she had that lungful though... he locked his fingers into her hair and drove her up and down on his cock... which was rigid and hard.... He grunted once... just once... and a large load of his cum burst into her mouth and down her throat once more!!! He felt her hands push on his thighs in defense, but kept her close! He said, "This pathetic whore slave touched me! String her up in the middle of the room... this other one too. As I understand it, she was her trainer... Prepare my whips...."

He pushed both women onto the ground and guards grabbed at them and pushed them into the middle of the room where a single pole stood in the middle... and a cross pole set like a cross. Both women were pushed to the pole, facing each other, arms spread to the hooks on the poles and secured. Their breasts were pressed together and their ankles tied... to each others.... backs and asses fully exposed and ready for punishment..... as the Ubar stood up.... whip in hand.

 

[Elayne]

Samara gasped as the Ubar grabbed her thick red head and forced her face down along his manhood, holding her in place till she gurgled for air. While she sucked him, he chatted with another man, who didn't even look at her. After a long moment, the Ubar let her up to breath, only to thrust his manhood into her mouth once more, emptying a massive load of seed into her mouth and down her throat. She reflexively grabbed his thighs and he roared in fury.

The Ubar commanded something and the guards ran forward, seizing her and pulling her to the middle of the room where a single pole was waiting. The guards pushed her face first into the pole then forced her arms up and into shackles that waited on the cross of the pole, then her ankles into bondage at the body. Samara gasped and moaned in panic, writhing against the pole as Cassandra was attached to the other side, equally vulnerable.

A man came forward, handing the Ubar a whip and Eleanor gasped in horror, realizing what he meant to do. She whimpered, writhing in the bonds, but was unable to move. Her blue eyes moistened in fear as she felt her heart shaped ass pulled into position and the Ubar cracked the whip.