Stephanie in the Slave Market (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

I saw her standing there.

��As soon as I entered the slave market, my eyes were fixed on her. That day, there were about twenty female slaves in the market.

On display, I have to admit that each one is top quality, they are all pretty, and some are truly stunning.

But she showed a unique temperament and was particularly attractive.

��Like the other girls, she was naked. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back and her feet were locked with heavy

Heavy iron shackles - I said to myself, those shackles are too heavy for her slender ankles. On her neck

He wore a black iron collar with a chain hanging from a wooden beam above his head. Because of this chain, she

Having to stand upright, waiting in humiliation for potential buyers to come and inspect him - more than any other person in the market

Girls are more humiliated.

Compared with those female slaves, she also showed other differences. All the other girls were tall and stocky,

She looked petite, less than five feet four, with a waist so thin that it looked like a man could hold it in his hand. Other

She was a striking blonde with blue eyes and her hair was a smooth chestnut color. In a pile of tanned breasts and big

Between her legs, her skin looked sickly pale. Through the skin, you can see the winding blue blood lines

Tube. Her limbs were smooth and white, but the shackles that bound them were dark and rough, forming a strong

comparison.

Other girls tried to show themselves to their future masters in the most beautiful and sexy way, but she only

It is to simply stand quietly in the corner with eyes fixed on the concrete floor. A few long curls passed over her thin

Her shoulders fell across her chest, as if trying to cover her exposed breasts.

��She was not like other girls. Being bought and sold in the slave market was a common occurrence for those girls. And she looked

It was very new, she was the kind of girl who was going through this kind of painful experience for the first time in her life.

��I stopped in front of her. She looked up at me slightly, but quickly lowered her eyes again. I saw her naked

She tried to move back on her two legs to get away from me, but the chain on her collar held her firmly in place.

"What's your name?" I asked, lifting her chin with one finger.

"Stephanie...Mr." Her voice was slightly trembling, but extremely sweet and pleasant. At the same time, she

He kept his eyes on the ground to avoid my curious gaze. This makes her look cute.

��“What’s your last name?”

"It doesn't matter, sir," she said, with a sigh: "a slave girl doesn't need

surname. ”

��She may have started out as a slave, but there is no doubt that she fully understood her status.

I used my fingers to push her hair aside, exposing her breasts and a pair of soft pink nipples.

Come. Her breasts were small and firm and they jiggled slightly at the touch of my fingers. I think she can't be more than twenty.

age.

��“How old are you?”

��"Eighteen, sir."

��I held her breasts in my palms and started caressing them gently. A slight tremor spread through her body.

The iron chains on his body made a clinking sound. Her throat made a faint moan, and I felt two pink

The nipples became hard and stood up.

��She closed her eyes, obviously terrified, but still enjoying my touching.

��I was very pleased with her response. I thought, if I bought her, maybe I should give her a nipple piercing.

"Turn around." I let go of her nipple and ordered her.

��With the clanking sound of the chains, she slowly turned her body, leaving several whip marks on her small back. Due to harm

Fear caused the fingers of her handcuffed hands to rub against each other.

��"Have you just been whipped?"

��"Yes, sir. This morning."

"Why?"

"I don't know, sir. Really." She sighed, then added in a low voice: "But I

Think about it, whenever a slave girl is whipped, it is always her fault, no matter what it is. ”

��I smiled, she was smart and cute.

��I examined her hands carefully, then lifted her feet to look at the soles of her feet. Everything shows that at the first lock

Before the chain was put around her neck, she led a stress-free, comfortable life. Even when forced to go barefoot

After walking for days or weeks, her feet, like all slave girls, were still amazingly soft.

and cleanliness.

"How long have you been a slave, Stephanie?" I asked, turning her around so she was facing me again.

��"About two weeks, sir."

��"What did you do before?"

"A student at St. Julia's College...Mr."

��"What do you study?"

"I'm studying English..." She raised her head and stared blankly at the sky above the chains and wooden beams.

See the tears in her eyes.

"How did you become a slave girl?" I became genuinely curious.

"This is a long story..." she replied after a brief hesitation.

��I moved around her naked body, examining her thoroughly once again. Her petite body reveals youth and self-confidence.

Her natural beauty, set off by the shackles on her body, was even more prominent, and all of this excited me greatly. She didn't have

There are permanent marks: just a faded blue stamp on the right buttocks that reads: "E&L Slave

OK." But the inscription on her collar belongs to another owner: "Tony. Frankla's property".

"Stephanie," I told her, "I think I'm going to buy you."

"Will you be kind to me, sir?" She raised her head again, and for the first time met my eyes with hers.

eye. Her eyes are brown, clear and transparent, very charming.

"Well, that depends on how you behave. Also, I will always make you naked and wearing

In shackles. And, you'll be whipped at least once a week. Also, do you like wearing a pair of bras on your nipples?

ring? ”

��“Do I have a choice?”

"Of course not, you stupid bitch!" I laughed and patted her on the back. Except those whips

Her skin was soft and smooth, and felt very comfortable to touch.

��"Where is your master?"

Before the slave girl could reply, a man's voice came from behind me: "Good choice, buddy!

She's a real treat, isn't she? ”

I turned around and saw a short man in front of me. He was dark-skinned and had a small black mustache. He smiled kindly

Then, he stretched out his right hand and said, "I'm Tony. Is she a real little darling?"

"Oh, yes, it is." I agreed, shaking his hand: "I haven't seen anything like it in the market for a long time.

Where did she get this? ”

"From those guys at E&L. Those brothels! They didn't know what to do with her.

They hung her from the ceiling, her hands tied behind her back, her whole body suspended in the air. They also tied cement blocks to

On her toes. My goodness, it looks like they're going to break her arms and destroy her completely before they're satisfied. When I arrived

Then they put a pair of damn big alligator clamps on her nipples. They also connected the wires, a home

The guy gave her an electric shock to her vagina and the poor kid twitched like a fish out of water. Boy, you never heard of a chick

It was called that. ”

"Oh my god! Do they really do that to you?" I asked, turning to the slave girl.

��"Yes, sir," she replied briefly. Her voice trembled noticeably with the horror of the memory.

"Why are they doing this?" I asked Tony, unable to imagine why they would torture this sweet girl so cruelly.

Poor girl.

"Later I learned that several big brothels wanted to buy her. They wanted her to be obedient and then sell her to John.

The brothel in S. Damn idiot! I told them that this would turn real crystal into glass. I also told

Sue them, torture her, turn her into a bitch at best, like these. "Tony pointed at Stephen

Sexy blond woman next to Ni.

"It is true." I agreed wholeheartedly.

"Yes! I saw at first sight that this little girl was a little special. Top-quality material: Do you understand what I mean?

She deserves more special treatment than others. ”

"I paid her a little more and brought her back. I trained her myself. It wasn't hard. She's a really good girl."

mother. Isn't that right, darling? ”

He turned to the slave girl and began to rub one of her nipples with the back of his hand.

��"May I ask why you whipped her this morning?"

"Oh! Nothing. You have to whip these girls every once in a while. The purpose is just to

Let them understand their identity. "Tony winked at me and changed the subject: "So you want her? ”

��"Yes. How much?"

��"She's going to auction it off soon. My reserve price is eight big ones."

"Eight thousand? That's a pretty high reserve price, isn't it?"

Tony winked at me again and said, "Yes. But she's not like the other slave girls, is she?"

��"That's right. Do you have her papers?"

"Of course."

I had just begun to read her appraisal documents when a loud, rough voice rang in my ears: "Okay, okay,

Good, little bitch! I think we will meet again! ”

��When I turned around, I saw a tall bearded man standing in front of Stephanie. She shrank in fear under his shadow.

The naked slave girl curled up into a ball, and seemed to have become shorter all of a sudden.

"Stephanie Dartwell, right?" the man continued, "Remember my mother, you little

Bitch? ”

��She obviously knew him too. Her face turned pale and her body was visibly shaking. She turned her head left and right, looking around,

She was calling for help, trying in vain to break free of her chains and escape from him.

"Mr. Johnson!" Tony suddenly smiled and said, "How are you, Mr. Johnson? Do you know this guy?

head? ”

"Boy, of course I know this bitch!" the man said loudly again. His words were full of

The smell of beer and tobacco: "She's one of those bitches working for the new underground railroad. She helped me last year.

Several of the slave girls escaped. I have been looking for her everywhere. Do you know? She is here, a freedom fighter

Waiting to be sold in the slave market! Awesome, I love it! ”

"I'm telling you, bitch," the man turned to Stephanie, "I've already taken those bitches one by one.

I caught them all and taught each of them a lesson, for which they will be forever grateful to you. Your one

My friend, Jennifer. Stanisthe, she is also kept in my stable. I let her know what a living hell is.

I sold her to the Speedsters. Let me tell you, in fact, she didn't like it at all. It's your turn next

. ”

Johnson suddenly grasped the naked girl's nipples with his fingers and squeezed them hard. In extreme pain

Below, poor Stephanie shook her head and screamed.

"Tony," he growled, "I want this bitch. What's the price?"

"Mr. Johnson," Tony asked hesitantly, "you're not going to kill her right after you buy her, are you?

yes? ”

"Of course not!" Johnson replied: "I won't kill her. Death is too easy for her. I want her to know what

I want her to be a good example to other bitches. She will stand on the shackles for a long time.

Old Way. But first, I'll whip her to pieces behind closed doors. Take a good look at this whip, little mother

dog! It will stay with you for a long time. ”

The poor girl glanced at the whip in Johnson's hand with fear in her eyes. This is not the

A whip specially designed for use on the tender skin of girls. It is made of rawhide, much like the shepherd boy

A whip for driving cattle, only slightly shorter. This kind of whip is extremely cruel if used on a naked girl.

of.

The Broadway yoke was also an extremely cruel instrument of torture. In addition, being naked in front of thousands of people every day makes

It is an extreme humiliation to be seen by others. A girl with her neck, wrists and ankles locked in splints, her whole body weight

Either you are on your toes, or you sit on the sharp edges of the shackles, or you injure your neck with a high splint. This

The torture device had been used for less than three years, but the groans and tears of every girl who had been put on the splint were still vividly remembered.

In everyone’s memory.

��A bell rang in the center of the slave market, signaling that the auction might soon begin, and the men flocked to the auction area. I look again

I took one look at the girl I had decided to buy and turned to join the other men.

"Sir..." This is Stephanie's soft voice.

I turned around and asked her, "Are you calling me?"

"Yes, sir," she looked at me eagerly, "are you going to buy me?"

��"And then you can run away?"

"No, sir, please..." Her voice became very eager: "I promise I will never run away from you,

I promise! I will be your loyal slave for life, and I will do anything you want. I can cook.

I'm a good dancer - I've learned belly dancing, and I can play the violin and mandolin for you.

Useful. And...with me, you can do whatever you like, anything. As long as you like, you can

You can whip me, you can keep me in shackles like this, you can pierce my nipples - please, use

Torture me any way you like. But please... please buy me, sir. If you don't like me

, you can sell me again. But now... now don't let that beast touch me, please? ”

Tears rolled down her pink cheeks. This was a request I couldn't refuse.

��I walked over to her and wiped the tears from her face with my thumb. I held her face in my hands and kissed her gently

lips. "Don't worry," I told her. "I'll try to outbid old Johnson.

You, baby. ”

��“Thank you, sir.”

The auction started, and within an hour, about ten female slaves were sold, some for five or six thousand, some for ten or ten thousand.

thousand. One girl had long beautiful legs and a nice bust, earning her owner fifteen thousand eight hundred dollars.

��It was Stephanie's turn.

��She was led to the auction block by the auctioneer's assistant. The chain on her collar had been replaced with a leather belt.

In that man's hand. The auctioneer kicked her gently on the back of the knee and Stephanie fell to her knees. They asked her to sit

On her heels, the assistant kicked her knees and she spread her legs to expose her vagina.

Behind it, it is a really beautiful picture of female submission. Few people could have imagined that just two weeks ago, this poor

The slave girl still sat in the schoolhouse, in the comfortable building of one of the most famous colleges in the area, perhaps writing

What about anti-slavery poetry?

��The response to the bid was lukewarm. The men surrounding the auction area were mostly middle-aged businessmen who would rather have a

They wanted a blonde instead of an intellectual woman like Stephanie, as if they thought she would piss them off.

Come to trouble. When the price exceeded ten thousand, only Johnson and I were left. The bid quickly reached and exceeded two

Thousands, everyone was surprised.

Johnson was clearly determined to put his chain around Stephanie's neck, and to that end, he

Any price. After I bid 25,000, he bid 28,000. After a few discussions around the auction area,

There was silence. I could hear the chains clanking on both sides: the girls for sale craned their necks, waiting

Look at the results. Twenty-eight thousand dollars is a lot to buy a female slave, even one as good as Stephanie.

Crazy prices.

"Will you listen to my offer of twenty-eight thousand five hundred?" the auctioneer asked me.

"Yes," I said. This was far beyond what I could easily afford, but I was determined nonetheless.

"Twenty-nine thousand!" Johnson shouted.

��I looked at the girl kneeling naked on the auction block and saw only a pair of expectant eyes.

��"Twenty-eight thousand five hundred," I said to the crowd.

"Thirty thousand!"

"Thirty thousand five hundred."

"Thirty-one thousand!"

"Thirty-one thousand five hundred."

There was silence for a while. Johnson didn't immediately respond to my new offer. In the auction area, Stephanie

She narrowed her eyes and bit her lower lip anxiously.

"Can I hear you bid thirty-two thousand?" the auctioneer asked Johnson.

"No," Johnson replied, "you heard forty thousand."

The crowd was talking. A man standing nearby shouted, "Give him the girl, young man!

I can sell my mother to you for that much money. ”

��Everyone laughed.

I looked at Stephanie disappointedly, and saw those eyes that had become filled with desperate expectation. I quickly count

After calculating my financial situation, I was convinced that I had lost her.

"Forty thousand to this gentleman!" the auctioneer's voice could not contain his excitement.

��Tony was even more excited. I'm sure he still doesn't believe what happened: he's been

I made 40,000 yuan, but it might only cost me 4,000 yuan to buy her back.

��I saw him and Johnson talking animatedly on the auction block, patting each other on the shoulders. He helped Johnson

He dragged the girl out, untied the chains from Stephanie's neck and limbs, and Johnson immediately used a long rope

The man tied her hands tightly behind her back. Stephanie tried to struggle but was easily subdued by the two men.

. After tying her up, Johnson kicked Stephanie to the ground and whipped her several times with his whip, causing her to scream in pain.

She got up and knelt down begging him to spare her. They dragged her into the blacksmith's workshop behind the auction block. Soon, I heard

Her scream was heard through the wooden door of the small workshop.

��I harmed her.

Stephanie's screams continued for several minutes. When she was dragged out of the workshop, she looked like she was in too much pain to walk.

. She was ordered to kneel in front of the notary's office, and Johnson and Tony went inside.

��I walked towards her and she was shaking all over her body and sweating all over. Her shoulders twitched as she sobbed. She leaned

The wall was kneeling with his head buried deep in his chest. The rope was tied around her wrists and then around her arms a few times.

So tight that it dug into her soft skin. The terrible marks left on her back and shoulders by Johnson's whip were still there.

is bleeding. I saw that both her nipples were bleeding. The nipples were pierced, with a silver nipple ring attached to a

Thin chain.

On her right buttock, I found a new oval brand: "S.S. Johnson", and several other

The words were cruelly branded on the back of her right shoulder: "Stephanie Dartwell, member of the New Underground Railroad Movement"

I could imagine the terrible humiliation these words would bring to her as she was exhibited naked in public.

"Stephanie," I said, not knowing how to comfort her. "I'm sorry."

"No, sir," she sobbed, without raising her head: "you have done your best. I know that

There was no hope from the beginning: I should have known. He wants me, and he'll pay any price for me.

Affordable. Thank you for trying to help me, sir. You have been kind to me, and I will always remember you. I will pray for you.

Until I die. ”

"Stephanie," I tried to persuade her, "the most important thing right now is to take care of yourself.

Do. Try to please him, flatter him, and obey him. Maybe after a while he won't give you too much trouble..."

"It's no use, sir." She interrupted me, raised her tearful face, and shook her head in despair: "It's no use, sir."

Useful. He was determined to send me to hell, and he would do anything. I know this beast. ”

��She still shook her head and remained silent.

"Well, man, you still think about her?" Johnson came out of the office: "Well, wait a few years.

Bar. I don't want her anymore, so you can have this little bitch. That is, I cleaned her flesh, you can

Get the bones. ”

He laughed savagely, grabbed the thin chain on Stephanie's nipple and pulled her to her feet, scolding her mercilessly again.

Kick again. He turned to me again and said in a slower tone: "Really, man, listen to me, don't mess around with the slave girl.

It's a waste of emotion. There were slave girls everywhere, so why not find another one? You can buy five for your price. one

Blink and you'll forget about this little bitch. ”

��Maybe he is right.

I watched as Johnson led Stephanie away from the crowd, pulling on the chain on her nipple rings, which forced her

The way he walked was very strange. I walked around the slave market for another ten or fifteen minutes, looking at the girls still on display, but

See nothing, hear nothing.

��I decided to leave.

��I just saw Stephanie again when I came out of the market. Now she was stretched out and tied securely in the boxcar,

There were fresh welts on the chest and thighs. She bit her lip and silently endured the extreme pain. A small group of people gathered around

Surround.

The van was already moving when I arrived, but Stephanie still had time to smile sadly at me and say, "Goodbye,

gentlemen. God bless you. ”

"Goodbye, Stephanie," I answered in my heart, "I will pray for you."

The crowd dispersed, leaving me standing there in a daze, with a security guard looking at me curiously. Behind, slave

The auctioneer from the market announced on the loudspeaker:

"Good news, gentlemen! In a few minutes we will be auctioning off two more girls from today.

She is really beautiful, a genuine college girl..."