Chapter 2 - Sold?

Kelah awoke in the morning to Nari shaking her, Zala was fast asleep still. She crawled out of the bed yawning the chain stopping her from moving any farther. She looked to Nari who smiled and took a key from the shelf to unlock her. She quickly dressed in her silks following Nari from the tent in the light of day she was able to look around gasping quietly at its size. Most of the men it seemed slept in tents. There were a few wooden structures, the slave quarters and the storage shed for food and material. Nari smiled to Kelah as she led her down to the stream, far enough down that it was used for bathing. Water for drinking and cooking was obtained farther up stream. 
   “Come, we have to bathe then begin our chores, breakfast must be ready for when the Masters awaken.”“But...” Kelah took a deep breath plunging into the water and beginning to wash her self quickly. “Zala...Master Zala said he might sell me today...” Nari shook her head watching Kelah bathe, her and Kululu had already washed. “He says that to all the new girls. Its a scare tactic, he will find out what your worth and if you don't please him he will sell you.” She watched as Kelah got out of the water drying herself on the rough towel Nari had brought down. Quickly dressing she looked back at the camp.

  “Now what Nari, we cook? I am not a good cook.” 
“Well you will learn quickly come now.” Nari lead her back up to the camp showing her to the main cooking fire. Several girls were already about it preparing eggs and bacon and breads. Nari showed her to a clear work space and had her begin to slice some cheese with a dull and useless knife. Kelah began to slice the cheese and eventually moved onto some fruits and finally she began slicing the fresh bread. About this time Zala awoke and slipped from his tent in only a pair of leather breaches and approached the cooking slaves. He took a seat at the designated eating area, so Kelah assumed and called Fizwik over. Nari Kululu and Kelah all scrambled to him, each holding a platter of food. 

They knelt in the dirt their heads down letting him and Fizwik pick the items they wanted off of the trays and onto their plates. With a small wave of a hand the girls receded Nari bringing him a flask of water before moving to her chain sisters and kneeling. “Ah Fiz watchu think we get for da blondie on da left der?”“Hm, well lets see! Slave girl stand up!” Kelah looked up startled and sprang her her feet blushing lightly. Fiz eyed her scrutinizing her body motioning for her to turn, which she did slowly. Her heart beating faster and faster and a slight flush overcoming her. And she was startled a dampness between her legs, the way they were looking upon her well a girl couldn't help but be pleased. Within a few moments she was standing tall and proud. “Ah boss shes worth maybe a hundred gold. More if we train her up. But raw like this and that's to someone in the Horde. Twenty five fifty gold to an Alliance.”
  Zala nodded. “How much afta trainin?” Fiz nodded his head back and forth eyeing her again.

“Couple thousand maybe. Depends on how well she preforms right. I mean, you tested her out, ya think she could be a good pleasure slave?” 

Zala smirked at the Goblin. “Yeah, if she get her trainin. Kneel slave.” Obediently Kelah knelt, she was becoming one of them...yet they didn’t seem so upset, in fact many of the girls seemed happy. She looked around stealthily at the laughing girls running from the men with playful smiles to the ones who were captured wiggling and moaning. Even the ones doing chores around the camp didn’t seem all that sad. Zala looked at the girls and stretched standing his meal finished, he and Fiz went off to do whatever the men do when not using the girls.

Nari broke posture first scurrying to begin cleaning up after the two Kululu and Kelah following right behind her.  “Well, they think you'll bring a decent price then Kelah. Just behave and don’t do anything to upset anyone and your in the clear.”
  “I dont want to be in the clear...or here. I would much rather be at home with a book.” She followed Kululu and Nari to a small wash bin and began to help scrub the dishes. An hour or so later Garmak approached the trio. Each quickly knelt in front of him their foreheads pressed to the dirt in front of his feet. He grunted and sneared looking at them. “Slave girl come with me.” He turned and left expecting her to follow. Both Nari and Kululu pushed her forward motioning for her to follow. Scared and self conscious Kelah followed behind him, heeling like she had seen many of the other girls do.

  She kept her eyes down as they walked. He lead her through the compound to a small training area. He removed the whip that was always at his side. “Strip and stand in the ring.” Kelah swallowed hard nodding.
“Yes...Master.” She quickly removed her silks and moved to the ring nervouse her arms covering her body.

 “Arms at your side slave.” She dropped her arms looking down. “Chin up.” She lifted her chin, this was another inspection she thought but why? He walked around her, the handle of his whip pushing her this way and that, lifting her arms and chin. He spread her legs a bit.
 “You'll do. New orders for ya slave. You wont be doing no chores, Zala wants you trained as a pleasure slave and your not the worse I have had to train.” He smirked looking upon her face fall. “In the morning you will remain where you are until Zala or I come and get you, understood slave?”
  “Yes Master.” She breathed heavily as he stood back.
“Dance slave.”Kelah looked startled but began to comply dancing a conservative dance. Garmak scoffed shaking his head. “Dance your need slave, dance to please your Masters.” She fumbled and looked down unsure what she should do. “Master, I don't know what you mean.” 

 He approached her the handle of his whip pressed against her dry lower lips shaking his head. “Your need.” he rubbed the handle against her slit forcing her body to respond jumping and wiggling. He pulled the handle away and it was slick, upon seeing this Kelah gasped. He merly chuckled stepping back. “Dance the dance of a naked and helpless slave.” Kelah stood still for a moment a crowed had begun to form, a blush rose to her cheeks as she saw the men and slaves watching her. She took a deep breath and focused on her desire. Not for them, or for the orc. But for Zala, he was strong and very attractive. She began to moan and writhe her body moving sensually as she fell to her knees and eventually to her back. Anyone who looked upon her could see the desire within her, the lust and need that he had awoken and that Garmak and forcefully drawn out of her. She stopped panting and shaking on the ground her eyes on the ground.
  “Master...was that sufficient?”
Garmak did not speak, in fact no one did. Zala had witnessed the dance and was striding towards her. “Ah de leetle slut found her need eh. Does she beg to be used?”
 
 Kelah trembled crawling to Zala naked. “Your slave begs to be used Master. Please take pity on a worthless slave.” The crowed had begun to dissipate Garmak walking off herding slave girls with him. Zala looked at Kelah who was piteously kneeling in front of him her lips pressing small kisses to his feet. “Please Master.” She trembled the realization she was slave and his was becoming more and more ingrained in her. He eyed her and smirked. “I name ya Kelah leetle slut. Follow me.” He turned and left her to follow him. “On ya hands and knees.” heading towards his tent. 

  Obediently Kelah followed him on her hands and knees giving everyone a pleasant view of her slick slit and shapely ass. She crawled behind Zala and into his tent trembling. She watched from her spot on the ground as he stripped from his clothing and let it fall onto the floor.
  “Come 'ere slut.” Kelah squeaked scrambling up and onto his bed, her cheeks bright red.
“Permission to please Master?” She spoke barley over a whisper her entire frame shakng. He nodded at her a grin on his handsome face.
  “Wit out ya hands girlieh” her lips quickly began to place tender affectionate kisses to his skin, her warm breath tickling him. Her tongue flicking out and running along his furred skin before she sat up looking at him. “Did I say ya could stop slave?” She made a small sound of surprise leaning over him once again her lips and tongue running along his skin, her eyes watching as his manhood sprang to life. In the light she wondered how she managed to fit it within herself.She slid her head down along his body bringing those lush lips of hers to the tip of his manhood placing a soft kiss to the heated flesh.

  “Master, please I beg for your touch.”
“Do ya beg me ta use ya as a slave, mercilessly and without care. Takin wat I want witout caring about ya feelins? Do ya beg slave rape?”
  “Yes Master, I beg slave rape. Please.* He moved suddenly pinning her beneath him, his lips claiming hers, his fingers digging into her arms leaving bruises behind as he lined himself up with her moist entrance. With one powerful and sudden thrust he pushed into her forcing her to cry out as she was stretched around him.

“MASTER!” She began to writhe and wriggle as he abused her tight little body. Each powerful thrust of his forced her body to jump and twitch her skin warm and flush as she moaned helplessly. She was his, she had no say she could do nothing to stop this. Her release was sudden and loud her body yielding to him so deliciously her pitiful mewls joining with the sound of his rough use of her in the small tent. Her body almost glowed with pleasure as she looked at him smiling. “Master thank you.” She turned her head to the side shyly. Zala smirked continuing his endless assault on her body, pushing against her cervix with each thrust. One more powerful thrust and he broke through it forcing a scream of pain from the girl beneath him, he released swiftly after that pumping rope after sticky rope of his seed into her unprotected womb.He slowly pulled himself from her moving back onto the balls of his feet looking at her. 

  Kelah sat up on her knees and bent her head down, she knew that this is what he wanted. Her lips wrapped around his semi hard manhood cleaning the flesh of their mixed release. Her tongue dancing around the tip. Without warning his hand grabbed the back of her head as he grunted in pleasure forcing her head down along his length. Gagging and spluttering Kelah took his manhood, inch by inch a bulge appearing in her throat as his tip passed her gag reflex. He kept her like that for a minute letting her adjust to the size of him before he began to thrust into her open mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin as he placed a hand on her chin forcing her jaw to open as much as possible. The sounds of her gagging filled the tent, tears springing to her eyes as she was used to cruelly. She watched as his hips stilled trying to pull her mouth off of his throbbing length, his hands keeping her firmly in place as he released a second time into her mouth forcing her to swallow every drop of his seed before he pulled out of her. Once free from his hands she collapsed on the bed shivering and shaking, her jaw aching. She watched with idle curiosity as he locked her ankle in a chain to the foot of his bed and left. Leaving her there with her thoughts and thoroughly abused body.