The Slave by Liz_Sivonelle

A teenage boy is abducted from a faraway northern land and sold into slavery in the southern queendom of Mučenia.His purchasers, it turns out, are not kind ladies.

Thoughts of escape had filled Jord’s mind these past weeks. He was intent on it. It was what kept him going. Kept him sane. Kept him alive. And most of all, it kept him out of trouble.Now, trouble, it was easy to see, was never too far when you were a slave. And, Jord had to admit, that’s what he was. A slave, waiting to be sold.

Bandit slavers had raided the southern coast of his far northern homeland, and to his back luck he has been one of the people captured. Oh well, suppose you should call it good luck, since it hadn’t been his corpse in one of those holes they’d hastily dug before moving on.

In Jord’s case, on meant over the sea and far across the land. Not in comfortable conditions either, but he was not unaccustomed to discomfort.

It was of course huge humiliation for him, being a slave. In the north men were born free and died free without bending the knee. And he had been raised a warrior to boot. Not that he had any desire to actually be a warrior, as he was afraid of pain. And he was not afraid to admit it, either, although of course he never had admitted it to a single soul.

So far he had avoided battle or the threat of one, and had indeed only recently hit the age that one could finally call himself a man in his society. A man, not a boy. Old enough to drink. Old enough to kill. Old enough to fuck. Not that he’d ever done any of those things.

He took a breath, finding the remains of his dignity. Enough to stand straight, yet not defiantly so. It was not an easy feat, standing butt naked in front of a sales stall, but he felt he was making a valiant effort. At least he wasn’t cold under that scorching sun. The canopy above kept him from getting burned by it, but nothing kept the dry air from getting to his throat. They were given a scant amount of food and drink, the slaves. Only what was strictly necessary.

The large market place was abuzz with people, all things imaginable being sold. Cows, pigs, goats, clothes, fruit, crafts, looms, jewelry. . . And people. Trying to forget about his unfortunate place in it all, Jord observed.

People were strange here: dark haired and tall, woman and man alike, with olive-to-light brown complexion and angular, often quite nosey features. But it wasn’t the appearance which marked them strange. Rather it was their behavior, the way of carrying themselves. He could not quite put a finger on it. They all seemed to have the arrogant dignity of a royal. And the air about them was cold and mean-spirited somehow. Another strange thing was that while there were both men and women walking about, they did not really seem to interact. And at the side of the city through which he had been taken in had only had men in it.

Of course everyone he saw on this market seemed to represent the higher classes of society, so maybe that had something to do with it. Rich people were strange.

And a lot of those rich people passing by were shooting Jord appraising looks. He did not much care for those looks, so he tried his best to ignore them. Lecherous eyes licking his naked young form. And little wonder. He was in quite a good physical shape from all of the training he’d been doing since his voice started breaking. Warrior’s training. It did him no good here, except maybe for the way they taught you to shut out everything that threatened one’s concentration. He had almost gotten the hang of it.

“Than one almost looked like he was going to buy you. Pity, he looked like a charming old fellow.”

Jord softly shook his head. The fellow slave standing next to him, Orolf, was a real smart mouth for being property. Strange coincidence had it that he had ended up in the custody of the same slave merchant as another young man from his lands. Not that they’d ever once as much as heard of each other, but the familiar language was a enough to bring a modicum of comfort. Even if that language was used to convey mostly bad attempts at humor.

“I’m sure he would treat you gentle. Even feed you, at times.”

“If you have nothing of use to say, keep your mouth shut.”

Saying that, Jord glanced nervously at the slaver. The mean little man wasn’t totally strict about all talk, as long as it was subdued. The big guards next to them made sure of the slaves’ good behavior.

Jord turned to smirk at Orlof, the perfect comeback in mind.

A look alarm suddenly came upon Orlof as his gaze went past Jord. “Oh, don’t look now. You looked!”

What he had referred to was the group of women standing close to the sales booth. Their eyes toward the young men. Especially, it seemed, at Jord. Those looks were not promising. Jord averted his eyes.

“Ah, now one is coming over. We don’t know each other, alright!” And Orlof quickly faced away.

Jord looked again. True enough, one of them now came right at him.

He faced forward, trying to be somewhere else.

But the woman came to stand in front of him. Giving him a look-over, a smile on her lips. Not a nice smile. There was something particularly cruel about her sharp-featured face. Deep malice in those almond-shaped black eyes. She stepped right up close. Jord’s breath caught.

He glanced over at the woman’s entourage. The youngest of them could not have been much younger than fifty. The oldest probably at least a decade older than that. Wearing what in any part of the world would come across as expensive. They, he realized, were shopping. And it likely wasn’t for jewelry (they already wore plenty). Neither was it for goats.

The woman reached out and ran a long-fingered hand down his torso. He tensed. The hand then went further down, following her gleaming eyes, going for his genitalia. Reflexively, Jord shied back. The woman withdrew her hand with raised brows. Then gave the slaver a significant look.

The slaver barked something at the guard next to Jord, resulting in the huge man striking him. It hurt, and Jord got the picture. He stood still.

The woman gave him a triumphant, assertive look. Then reached out again, straight for his genitals. Those long fingers wrapped around his flaccid cock. Jord stood his ground but closed his eyes in chagrin. A woman had never touched him there, far as he remembered.

He then started a little as the woman peeled back his foreskin. But he had no intention of getting struck again.

The woman took her hand back to apply spittle on her fingertips, then reached to rub it in his exposed cockhead. Jord stifled a gasp. The woman grinned at him with white teeth. She knew what she was doing, and was clearly enjoying herself. She kept rubbing at him, the sensation almost intolerable. His cock grew a little at the stimulation, no matter how unpleasant. Then she stepped aside a little while holding the cock by the base, presenting it to her entourage. The women were nodding with smiles on their lips

The woman shot him one more chilling grin, then walked over to hand the slaver a coin purse. He didn’t even look inside it.

Jord did not need to be a genius to know what had just happened.

He’d been sold.

“Wouldn’t wanna be ya,” said Orolf out of the corner of his mouth, still looking away.

The cruel-faced woman came over after a moment with a collared leash. She attached the collar around his neck and then pulled him after her. He had no choice but to follow.

“Pray it’s over quick!” Orolf bid.

The woman came to her entourage, handed the leash over to another woman. Then they started walking away with their new slave in tow. They had guards of their own: two massively muscular women. The expressionless guards walked on both sides of him. It was obvious that he would have to wait for a chance to escape.

But, he renewed his vow, he would escape.

They walked through the dusty streets under the hot sun. The women had parasols to protect themselves with. Jord had no protection at all, naked as he was save for his collar. They walked out of the market area and further out to what he figured was the east half of the city. He had arrived from the west. Soon the surrounding people consisted solely of women. So this was the feminine half of the city. In this, he certainly stood out. He shivered at the looks he was gathering. Lust and malice.

A nearly toothless crone passed the women, saying something to them with her eyes on their slave, and she passed Jord she shot him a lecherous looking over, and then slapped his ass painfully. She gave a dirty cackle as she kept going. The women laughed as well.

They walked through the town until arriving in a quieter neighborhood. The houses here were really large and ornamental. Then he saw that they headed towards a house so opulent it could have been called a palace. Probably the largest around. How wealthy were these women?

Upon entering, they walked through a lavish hallway and up a winding stairwell. Finally, they arrived at tall double doors. The guards were giver orders and parked themselves outside the door. And the women grinned at the naked young man. He felt true terror under their scrutiny.

They entered the room. Jord’s heart sank as he saw the ridiculously large bed, the last self-deception over the reason why they were here falling away. It was a metal-farmed four poster affair, lengths of rope with loops at the end tied to each poster. Jord’s heart sank lower at the sight of those, the purpose of them obvious.

The women immediately started to shed their clothes, and his anxiety grew exponentially. These were not the sort of naked female bodies she should be seeing. Most of the women were older than her own mother. The sight of their aging flesh was disturbing him. As if they had brought him here with the intention of absorbing his youth!

After undressing, the woman with the leash removed Jord’s collar. He felt extra naked without it somehow, like the last thing keeping him safe was take away. Then the woman roughly took him by the arm and pushed him onto bed. Hands took his arms and legs, dragging him to the center of the bed and spreading him out. These were not weak women.