My name is Fernando de AlcΓ‘ntara and despite being an important Castilian nobleman and adviser to King Alfonso VIII, in these moments of weak peace I maintain good relations with several of the Muslim kingdoms in the south of the peninsula and do some business with them that would not be there very well seen by the Crown and by the Church.
From time to time I inform the Arabs of little protected caravans in which some daughters and wives of nobles of special beauty travel to fall prey to the Moorish assaults. The Moors keep part of the females slaves to sell them in the markets while I 'after long and hard negotiations' free some young women, earning the favor and rewards of their families, in addition I always stay with one of the young women who after being marked as a slave girl, she can never be a free woman again.
I am traveling on my way to meet with my Moorish contacts to negotiate the release of several important Leonese nobles women who were captured a week ago by the Moors on their way to the Court of Burgos.
As soon as I enter the fortress that the Moors have a few kilometers before Badajoz I cannot help feeling a mixture of pleasure and terror from what I see, two dozen Leonese soldiers are being tortured while seven or eight nobles men wait tied while their captors decide whether they ask for ransom for them or they suffer the same fate as their men.
I enter the castle building and as soon as I do so I begin to hear a chorus of screams and moans, placed on rape pillars, several maids and servants are being raped by the guards while their ladies forced to kneel naked watch in horror, hoping not to suffer the same luck. When the women see me arrive, I notice how some breathe in relief.
I greet the Commander of the garrison and we quickly begin the task that has brought me here, one after another the captured noble women are brought naked before us and in a few seconds we decide their fate based on their rank and the amount of ransom delivered by their families. Normally, only half of the noble women are freed, the rest will spend the rest of their lives as slaves girls of a Muslim lord in Al Andalus or even in North Africa, one of them will spend a few months as a toy for the Garrison Commander before to reach the market.
As soon as we finish the selection of the young slaves, the Commander guides me to the cell where my reward awaits me. I can't help but smile when I open the door and discover the young galician girl named Leire naked and chained. Leire is the daughter of the Count of Lugo and due to her mother's nordic ancestry, she is a rare beauty with blonde hair and blue eyes with a small body and firm tits topped by large nipples.
The young woman is naked with shackles on her ankles and a necklace hooked to the wall, when she sees me enter I notice how a halo of hope crosses her face, but when I kneel between her legs and bring my hand to her pussy to put my fingers inside from her, she knows that he has no hope of escaping his fate.
I get up leaving the young woman crying and I address the Commander of the garrison in Latin so that Leire can hear us, 'She is more beautiful than I imagined, brand her as a slave girl and send her to my rooms, I would not be a good Christian if I raped a woman free, but with a slave bitch I can do whatever I want.'