I was walking home from the market in my usual brown dress, my brown hair up in a bun, and I didn’t have anything to cover my blue eyes from the sun. I may have been considered a free woman but I didn’t feel like it. Always having to do what my father told me when he told me, or I would get the paddle. Some freedom, I wasn’t even going to know the man I was to marry. He could be an old man and I would have had no clue. I carried with me only what I had bought with the money he had given me. Two loaves of bread; we barely ate better then the poor. I was on my way home when a man stopped me. He was very well built, with sandy colored hair and brown eyes.

            “It’s going to rain today miss,” he had with him a sort of make shift umbrella.

            “There is little clouds in the sky and no smell of rain in the air, thank you for your concern though Sir,” I continued walking as normal. But I knew that he was following me. I could hear the clack of his boots on the stone behind me. I picked up my pace enough to seem like I was in a hurry but not trying to escape him. I hated how far we lived from the market. Anything could happen in the distance that it took to walk to or from the market. It began to drizzle, just enough to dampen my hair.

            “I told you miss, here, let me carry that basket and you take my umbrella. That way neither of us gets wet,” I stopped, not knowing whether to trust him or not. He offered his umbrella to me and I know that if I came home soaking I would get the paddle once again.

            “You won’t try anything funny?” He stood up straight with one hand in the air.

            “I swear on my honor,” he reached for the basket and I decided to trust him. He seemed harmless enough. We walked most of the way home just chatting, people passing us on the street, trying to rush to get out of the rain. No one really was prepared for it. Finally, we made it to the last strip of alleys before I was finally home and safe. ‘I guess he isn’t that bad of a guy after all’ I thought as we entered the many alleys leading to my home.

            “I am sorry miss, but I am going to have to collect payment for the safe and dry escort,” he turned to me.

            “I have no money, I told you that already,” I grabbed my basket from him.

            “I don’t want money, you see, I am a slave trader, and you look good enough for the block,” he grabbed my wrist. “But before we go there, I always get the first piece of any property I sell.” I tugged at my wrist but he was an obviously strong man; very well built.

            “Let me go or I will scream,” I looked him dead in the eyes.

            “Go ahead, it wets my appetite,” then he slapped me across the face, not hard enough to actually hurt me but it did surprise me. “Never look any man in the eyes, slave.”

            He drug me threw some of the alleys into the darker parts. I thought he would have me out in the open, so close to my home. But, we kept going until we reached a closed covered wagon. He picked me up, still fighting, and threw me inside where another man, an accomplice waited for him. As soon as I was in I was tied with my hands and feet tied separately and then together but giving enough slack to allow for almost full movement. I was not gagged but as soon as I was tied we began to move with the two men that tied me still in the back with me.

            “You will be a good slave, if you are quiet and don’t fight this, you will not be harmed,” the accomplice spoke to me while getting comfortable. I tested the rope around my feet and wrists. The knots were on my wrist, I couldn’t get to any of them.

            “You will find that you won’t be able to get out of those. I know how to tie knots,” He must have seen what I was doing. He leaned back and began to get undressed. The other man leaned forward with a knife, it frightened me and he could see it in my eyes.

            “No need to fear, you wouldn’t be any good to us injured, I want to see what we have caught this time,” he cut and ripped at my dress and under garments until I was completely nude and by this point I was crying. They both smiled and the man getting undressed was very please as I could see by his growing package.

            “Move I get the first piece,” he came at me but was stopped.

            “I want to taste before you go banging away and get her all messed up, I want to taste her, not you. Don’t worry, no penetration, you are the boss,” the two men pushed me onto my back, and it took me a second to get to a place where I wasn’t hurting from being still tied, my arms now underneath me and my feet together planted on the bottom of the wagon. My back had to remain arched in order to be comfortable but it was a strain on my muscles.

            “There we go,” they opened my legs and saw my cunt. They both grunted just a little. And that’s when it hit me. I was miserable at home, I got the paddle at least once a day, or more if my father had been drinking. These men would never hurt me, they wanted to make a profit, and I wanted out of my life. Well here I was, out of a bad situation, getting into who knows what but it may be better then the one I was in. I had heard stories of slaves that were treated better then free women. I saw the beautiful clothing they wore that their masters had bought for them to wear. It might not be so bad.

            The one man bent forward as the other got comfortable this time. He seemed like he couldn’t wait. “I don’t understand how you can like the taste of them,” the slave trader commented. By this time I was starting to be quiet, with my thoughts calming down.

            “Sir, may I speak Sir?” I asked before the accomplice reached my flesh.

            “You have decided to be respectful, good, you may speak,” he leaned forward to see my face.

            “This girl would like remind you of the conversation we had on our way in the rain. Her father is a jerk,” I continued imitating the slaves that I had heard talking in the past. “He is a very bad man and she would like to offer herself as a slave for trade, in return she just wants to get out of the situation she was in.” he smirked and started laughing.

            “You will be sold and you will be out of the situation you were in, but I am glad that you have decided to stop fighting us. And you have no right anymore to offer yourself or anything, until you are sold, you are my possession to do with as I see fit. You will listen to me first and my friend here second and no one else until sold. Agreed?” I nodded my head “good.” He reached around and cut the rope from my hands and feet. Once done he put shackles on my wrist, in front of my body, and a collar around my neck that was attached to the side of the wagon with a fairly long chain.

            “Now don’t move and if you make one sound other then breathing, you will be punished,” the friend went down slowly, watching me all the way down until I felt his tongue touch my slit for the first time. I gasped, and arched my back. He flicked ever so lightly at first, and then began to nibble gently. Then when I thought he was done he began to suck on it, slightly flicking it with his tongue while it was in his mouth. I squeaked just a little.

            “No noise, that was your first and last warning,” I was afraid of what he was going to do for punishment but could get my mind off of what was happening to me. The thought of being kidnapped left my mind and all that was left was the three of us. I could tell I was getting wet despite the man licking and sucking at me with a veracious hunger. He dived his tongue into me, lapping at any juices to come out. He was getting me very aroused very fast. He brought his hand up and as he was licking inside of me, he began to rub at my clit. The two pleasures sent me reeling; I had never felt anything so intense and thought I would burst.

            “That’s enough, I want her first release to be mine,” the trader got up from where he was sitting and traded places with his friend. His friend now had his pants open and he began to stroke his package as soon as he got seated. The trader hovered above me for a second then, with his fingers felt the inside of me.

            “She isn’t a virgin,” I remembered the long time friend that I had given that gift to. I didn’t want someone mean to have the satisfaction of taking it from me, so I gave it freely to the one person I thought disserved it.

            “You dirty little whore,” the trader said with a slight grin on his face, “then this shouldn’t hurt as much,” he shoved his package in me as far as he could get it. I felt him all the way in the back and he still had more, about three more inches that he wanted to push in. He rammed me again and again, it started to hurt. He could see it on my face, but he couldn’t injure his meal ticket, so he slowed down. Pumping his hips, he quickly learned how deep I was and truly began to enjoy it as did I.

            He sat back on his heals and lifted my ass into the air and re-entered me. This position gave me much more pleasure. I could feel his shaft running along the front of my hole hitting the spot in and out. With my ass in his lap he had one hand holding my hips where they were giving him the depth he wanted, with his other he massaged my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. He wanted my release.

            I began to moan, I had been calm until now. He stopped but did not exit me. “I told you, no noise,” he reached over to the side and came back with a cat-of-nine tails. “I warned you for your own good. This is going to be light but it will hurt” Before he gave me a chance to prepare the first swat was across my breast and the sting continued afterwards. The first swing made my nipples perk out further then they already were. The hit is what hurt but the sting was pleasurable. Three across one breast and three across the other. I trembled slightly from the pain, and pleasure.

            “You liked that more then I thought you would, you will make a fine slave,” he set the toy down and slammed into me again and again. I didn’t know how much more I could take before screaming in delight.

            Finally he slowed; barely putting the tip inside of me. I didn’t really like what was going on but my body denied me the control to want it to stop. And this made things much worse. Because of being so close I clung to his arms, still holding me. After several strokes getting me just a bit closer then before, he picked me up and turned me over. I was on all fours at this point. He entered me once again started to play with my clit as he rammed my soaking wet hole from behind. I started to breathe very heavily and despite not being a virgin, I know I had never experience orgasm before. I knew one was coming and fast.

            I almost couldn’t keep it in any longer and the slave trader pulled out. I was confused, he wasn’t done. Then I felt his shaft slowly rub against my ass hole. “No,” I had to protest, despite the fact that I knew that I would be punished again.

            “Your body belongs to me, all of it. That means I can do what ever I please with it. I will not hurt; you have made me moist enough to slide in without doing to much damage. Now for your punishment,” I lowered my head to the floor, not knowing where it was going to come down on. Then I felt the snap of a small piece of leather across my back, it was a miniature whip, but hurt worse then the paddle or the cat-of-nine tails. I winced in pain, he struck twice more.

            “You will not make another noise or I will be forced to hurt you, if we get caught with you it will be our heads, and you will be forced to go back to your daddy. Now shut up and let me finish,” he shoved back into my snatch a few more times then pushed against my rear entrance. Slowly he entered me; it hurt a lot at first. Once his head was in he stopped. I began to relax, then he entered me further, it went like this until almost the entire length of him was inside my ass. He pumped very gently, and I noticed I was getting wet again. I was enjoying the pleasure and pain from this type of sex also. He continued until he was almost going at the same speed as before. Then he reached around and started where he had left off with my clit. It was no time at all before I couldn’t stand not having him in my other hole and yet wanting him to continue in the present one. The feelings were more then I had ever had and I was building very fast. I couldn’t control myself, my voice, my body. I burst into an orgasm that was more then anything that I could have dreamt. I was still rubbing and pounding me. I didn’t know how much longer he could last; I was spasming and shaking uncontrollably. But he kept going; he kept pleasing himself, using me. I felt another orgasm sweep my body again, and still he continued. After that I could barely hold myself on my knee; the only thing keeping me up was his hands. He continued, I came again but this time, just as it happened I felt him pulse and cum at the same time. I felt his juice mingle with mine as he pumped my ass a few more times. He pulled out slowly and I felt very empty.

            “Turn her over,” I heard the voice of the friend on the other side of the wagon. I had completely forgotten he was here. The trader sat me on my butt, not having cleaned me up yet. The other man come over with his cock in hand and got on his knees. He stroked it only a few times before he unloaded onto my chest then rubbed it into my skin and my nipples. The wagon stopped.

            “Good, we are here, there are baths inside, go clean up and prepare yourself with the other slaves, you may just be sold today.”