Legends of Belariath

Sakkara

Sakkara - Part 2

Captured

She groaned softly, her head spun with the pain, a heavy throb came from her temple, she tried to force her eyes open but found it to difficult, her arms ached, and she felt something weighted upon her ankles. Slowly voices drifted towards her, getting louder, as did heavy footsteps upon thick stones.

“..you say she’s an escaped slave?

“She must be, when you see her markings you’ll understand, if you want her, I want double the price, she cost me two good hands up there” That voice she dimly remembered, the scar faced innkeeper. Slowly her eyes began to open just as the footsteps stopped outside the door, slowly the Dark Elven female lifted her head, blinking softly in the dim light and giving a light groan as she discovered why her arms ached so much, her arms where lifted above her head and cuffed with steel, chains ran from the ceiling to the cuffs that held her arms tight, shaking her head she looked down at her naked form and saw matching cuffs around her ankles, with short chains running from them to D rings bolted to the stone floor. Sakkara sighed softly and took a look around, she saw several form huddled in little alcoves like hers, all slaves and all with a chain running to their collars, this then was the inn’s kennels, slowly she turned her head and caught sight of the red headed Human girl from earlier, her back was covered with fresh welts and bruises, Sakkara shook her head and turned just as the door opened.

Scarface walked into the room, his boots falling heavily upon the stone flooring, he stopped before Sakkara and waved a hand.

“This is her, said her name was Sarel, like that’s the truth, so, what do you think?”

Soft slipered foot steps followed Scarface, Sakkara gave a slight shudder, slowly looking up to meet this males gaze, getting a good look before a hand slapped her face, the blow sending her reeling, the soft stepped male was handsome, his features didnt seem to be that of a warrior, nor the flimsiness of a mage despite his soft robes, there was a hardness about him, in the set of his jaw, and the coldness of his eyes, it was clear who and what he was, he was a slaver.

“Never meet a Masters gaze without permission slave” Came the soft spoken voice of the slaver, “Interesting markings, and these piercing’s, she has been in some talented hands it would seem, hmm what’s this?” Slowly he lifted his hand to the tip of Sakkara’s right ear, poking the hole in the tip, “There was a ring here, where is it?”

Scarface sighed softly and pulled open a pouch, slowly he pulled out a mithril ring with a ruby set in its centre, handing it to the slaver.

“Did she have anything else you are keeping from me?” Spoke the slaver softly as he threaded the ring back in Sakkara’s ear. Scarface sighed and handed the slaver a necklace with a pendant shaped like a grapevine. Sakkara’s eyes went wide as she saw this, letting out a growl and struggling wildly against the chains that held her, that was until three forceful slaps struck her, she shook her head to clear it, just in time to see two fingers hook her mithril nose ring and pull her head back. The slaver smiled down at her.

“You will behave slave, or you will never get this back, is this understood?”

Silence greeted him.

“You will answer when spoken to” Cruelly twisting the ring in Sakkara’s nose, causing her to cry out. “Is that understood?”

“Ahhh! Y-yes…”

Another cruel twist, “Yes what?”

“M-Master…”

He nodded slowly “Good girl, I’ll take her, and the other three you have, fifty for them, seventy for her, she’s going to be a handful, I can feel it, unless you want to keep her and have her attacking patrons?”

Scarface frowned slightly, looking Sakkara up and down who was shuddering and whimpering as her nose was pulled by the ring, slowly he nodded his head.

“Aye fine, two hundred and twenty then, you want me men to load them for you?”

Slowly the slaver released Sakkara’s ring and nodded, slipping the necklace into a pouch. “Yes my caravan is outside, use one of the cages, I understand she had weapons? Well no matter.”

Smiling the slaver and Scarface left, Sakkara shuddered softly in the darkness, her mismatched eyes wide.

As she waited in the kennels five Ogres slowly stomped into the room, they moved with purpose, one went after one of the slaves each, attaching leashes to their collars and then led them from the kennels, the remaining two looked at Sakkara, they grinned at her. Her eyes narrowed, only to widen as thick strong meaty hands clasped her head tightly, letting out a scream as the leash was fitted to the nose ring and pulled tight, her arms where then unchained and roughly pulled behind her back and secured tightly, slowly followed by her ankles. The ogre holding the leash grinned and tugged, gaining a cry of pain as Sakkara stood and quickly followed the shorting leash, the other ogre let out a laugh and sent his thick meaty hand across her firm ass in several hard spanks.

“Dis slutty Darky pointy ears make us rich?”

“Yup, look at er ass wiggles ahaha” Smack!

The Ogres laughed, leading the bound Dark Elf from the kennels and out into the inn proper, several of the patrons let out a cheer as Sakkara was led through, out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the remnants of her clothing scattered across the floor, and upon the bar, the thug who’s hand she had cut off, he glared at her while nursing his stump.

The Ogre spanked her ass a few more times, leaving huge red palm prints, and causing her to yelp and whimper with each strike, her toned legs tensing to keep up with the nose leash.

Her eyes widened and she let out a softer yelp as a smaller hand struck her bottom, then another, suddenly she realised what was happening, as she was led through the inn past the tables, the patrons where lashing out with their hands, striking at her bottom and her toned thighs, laughing and joking as she yelped.

As suddenly as it started it was over, she was led out into the open square outside the inn, eyes wide as she saw the auction block, and then the various passer-by’s stareing at her, some grinning, others in disgust. The leash was slackened and she was allowed to move her head a little, catching sight of the slaver, and his caravan of slave wagons, each wagon was nothing more than a straw lined steel cage on wheels, a solid bolt and padlocked door lead in and out from each, as her eyes fell on each cage she took note of the cargo, most filled with slave girls, Humans, Elves, Catgirls, though here and there was a Nymph, or Drak`Sen. Rough strong hands encircled her arms, lifting her off the ground, holding her tight as the chains where removed, and then she was thrown onto the straw flooring of the cage. Slowly looking up in time to see the cage door slammed shut and locked. She sighed softly and glanced at the others in the cage, it wasn’t yet full, two Human girls sat huddled in a corner, one a blonde was naked, her blue eyes filled with quiet acceptance, upon her outer thigh was a slave brand of some minor house, it was faded with age as if it had been there a while, the other a red head, still wearing the remains of a once fine gown, now torn and ripped, her green eyes where wide and fear filled, taking one look at Sakkara she huddled closer to the blonde slave.

Sakkara slowly turned her head, regarding the others, curled up at the back was an orange furred Catgirl, naked save for her fur, the girls tail flicked idly behind her, revealing a gold ring piercing the tip of her tail with a small bell attached that rang softly. Shaking her head she moved to the others, Elves, all of whom where stareing at her, four female Elves, it was unsure what kind they where, save for one, still wearing a furred loin cloth and braided feathers in her long auburn hair, the others, a silver haired, a blonde and a dark haired Elf where all naked, they began to move in a circle around Sakkara, eyes narrowed upon her.

“Well, if it isn’t a mighty Dark Elf female brought low, this is our cage girl, we rule here, you will obey us from now on and your life will be easy” The silver haired elf smiled as she spoke.

“SILENCE!!”

The shout cut through the air and atmosphere like a hot blade, all eyes turned on the soft spoken slaver in the robes as he stood looking at the wagons.

“My name is Kyving, but to each and everyone of you, I am your Master, I own you all, your lives are in my hands, you will obey all those who are free, for you are slaves, mere property.”

He smiled as he let this sink in.

“We are to leave this city and travel to the fortress of Asin`Gar, I doubt any of you have heard of this place.”

Sakkara had and let out a soft whimper, which surprised the Elves in the wagon, fear began to creep into there faces.

“There you will be trained and refined for sale on the auction block, serve well and live.”

Smiling he raised his hand and the great beasts of burden began to move, dragging the wagons through the streets. Sakkara shuddered at her fate, looking out of the bars as the city rolled past.

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