Thread: Slave Breeding RP (Emmi-Mae and Sramnoy)

Chocolat took in her scent. They may have been held captive for over a month now, but they had at least been bathed since Wafai had purchased them. Even so, there was something he could smell on her that he could identify only as Johari's scent. She spoke his name softly. Her voice was pleading, but he didn't know what she was pleading him to do. Did she want him to stop? They would be penalized heavily for disobedience, and besides, there had been some sexual tension between them for at least a year now. For his part, he knew he had secretly lusted after her. Despite that their friendship was years old, he wanted her. He kissed her forcefully. If she was going to protest, her time to do so was coming to a close. His arousal was now as apparent as Yuriy's, and he pushed the head of his dick up against general area where he would find her entrance. It took some probing around, but he found it. His shaft slid into her, displacing her soft inner walls. From outside of the iron bars, Wafai watched with bemused interest. He was taking inventory of his wares while he observed the mating, and he found to his dismay that he was still in need of more income. In truth, he wasn't as wealthy as he used to be. He was hoping that these three slaves would help him change that. The problem was, breeding took such a long time. Maybe he could generate some more immediate revenue? He watched as Chocolat plowed his old friend hard and frantically. It was clearly something he'd wanted for some time. Yuriy's captivated stare almost made Wafai laugh. He was admiring her beauty, even as another boy had his way with her. When Chocolat finally gave a groan and surrendered his seed unto her, Wafai snapped shut his inventory book and applauded. Good work, bull. The pale Russian will go next, while you replenish. First though, I think it's time to earn some more cash. He muttered with a sly grin. He gave Johari a pill, one that would hopefully make Chocolat's seed overpower that of the other customers. It also contained a mild aphrodisiac, but nothing overpowering. That sort of thing was expensive. If Wafai knew one thing it was advertising, and he dressed Johari in an outfit that advertised all of her best assets a skirt that gave the eyes just a taste of her thighs, and a corset that showcased her curves for all of the buyers in the market. Her red flowing hair was allowed to hang as low as it could, but it was combed and made silky. She stood next to a sign that said 100 coins on it in multiple languages. It was a short sign, but the meaning was obvious. Customers flocked from all over to examine the innocent young whore-to-be. On a collar and leash, he led her out into the crowd, where a number of young aristocrats and other wealthy people called for her. Wafai conducted several customers to a large cushion that he set in front of the crowd. The wealthy young men went to work on her. One placed the fat head of his dick near her lips, and another spread her legs. As the men took turns pounding her, Wafai found something stirring down below, tightening his own pants. Another turned Johari over on her belly, and entered her womanhood from behind. He pulled her fiery red hair as he did so, and spanked her. He was rougher than Wafai would have liked, but why not? He'd paid for her. He rolled out the wagon containing Chocolat and Yuriy, and moved their cages off the wagon so that they could view what was happening. The customers took turns in an orderly fashion. Often, some of them would grope her or stroke themselves while they were waiting for others to finish. One even grabbed her hand, and placed it on his shaft, commanding her to stroke him while she was publicly ravished. The slave boys protested, especially Chocolat. Even Yuriy though, called him vermin. That level of resistance would not do. In response, Wafai threatened to sell them as whores as well. I promise you gentlemen, you won't like your clientele if I do. He told them with a chuckle. Yuriy looked disgusted and shut up pretty fast at that, but Chocolat still looked at Wafai like he was plotting his death.