The Marriage Mart

"Mother, I do not want to," I said as firmly as I could manage, jutting my hip out. I stood naked in our parlour, freshly 18 as my mother walked around me inspecting my appearance.

"I do not care, the marriage mart is a strong tradition, a good way to find a husband and will help us to pay for the expense of raising you," she chided as she fussed with my hair, taking scissors and trimming strands, "I did it with your father and you will do it for your daughter's, now stand with your legs apart." I huffed but moved so that my legs were hip-width. She bent and trimmed the hair between my legs, shaping the curls so that they lay neatly. She stood up to consider her work and gave a small nod, then handed me a simple white cotton gown. I pulled it over my head, the fabric cool on my body.

Girls from across the country who had turned 18 this month would be brought to the mart wearing the same gown, men seeking a breeding partner would attend and bid for the girls. Each girl would have a price set based on their looks and skills. The proceeds would go in part to the mart organisers for the travel, venue and upkeep, but a good amount would go back to the family of the girl, payment for raising her to adulthood and mating age.

"The carriage is here," my father called from the door as I finished adjusting the garment. I sighed but I kissed both of my parents on the cheek before walking out of the door, a strange mix of fear and anticipation zipping through me at what was to come. I clambered in and sat in silence between four other girls, the space was cramped and the air hot. I felt too nervous to talk and it seemed the others felt the same. I watched out of the window as my home slipped behind a bend in the road. We were not far from the mart and the journey would only take a few hours. Hours in which I imagined meeting my new partner and fantasised about what my life would be like, and other fantasies of jumping from the carriage and running until I was free from this stupid tradition.

The journey was bumpy though not unreasonably so and soon we were coming to the mart, I was ready to leave the carriage, heartily sick of the ride. Each of us stepped down to dusty earth, other carriages arriving at the same time as us. They were forming us into a line, waiting to enter a tall wooden building. Around 20 girls stood waiting to enter, all in various states of apprehension. The mistress of the mart approached, a scowl on her pinched face.

"Stand still!" she yelled, making us jump and gather into a line as best we could.

"You will enter, strip, be cleaned then proceed into the quarters where you will sleep. Tomorrow you will be presented to the buyers. The better you show yourself for them the more money you will fetch for your families. Now go." We walked into the building and were instructed to remove our garments. We placed them neatly on hooks in the wall before being directed to another room. This was large and echoey, with a grate set in the tiled floor. We were lined up again and a man entered unhooking a long hose from the wall. With a turn of the tap, water spewed out and he began to spray down each of the girls. Many squealed in shock and I understood why when the water reached me. It was icy cold and the pressure burned at my skin wherever it hit. It pummelled at my stomach, breasts and thighs leaving them pink and feeling as though they had been scoured. We were instructed to turn and the man sprayed the back half of ourselves leaving no inch unscrubbed.

"Bend forward," the mistress yelled and we obeyed, "spread your ass cheeks." We did as instructed and I braced myself, anticipating that the strength of the water was going to hurt. I was soon proved right as an icy blast of water scoured my ass and cunt, the pressure agony on sensitive flesh. Thankfully it did not last long and soon we stood dripping, lined up and waiting. We followed the mistress to the next, much smaller room which held a semi-reclined bed. I shivered violently, we had not been provided with towels to dry ourselves, nor had we been given back our garments and cold water dropped from my hair and ran down my back and breasts.

"Lay down on the bed, I shall inspect you to see if you are a virgin," horror caught me off guard. I had not expected to be examined so closely. I knew that I was a virgin but still, the shame of someone viewing that part of me, a stranger in front of a room full of strangers. Humiliation burned in my cheeks and my feet shifted restlessly. Many of the other girls seemed to feel the same and a nervous energy spun around the space.

I watched as the first girl climbed onto the bed, her legs put in stirrups and her cunt on view to the rest of us. I could see the curled hair between her legs, her lips covering the more delicate parts of her and just a hint of her clit poking out. The mistress inserted her fingers into the girl and spread the lips of her cunt apart. The girl whimpered. She pulled each lip unexpectedly far showing the deep pinky-red insides of the girl, her clit now fully exposed along with the entrance to her cunt. The mistress leant in closely, considering her.

"Virgin." She declared, and so it went for each of the girls until it was my turn. I walked forward, trembling and lifted myself onto the bed, the fabric of it sticking to my still-damp skin. I lowered myself till I was lying in front of her, desperate to cover myself but not daring to go against her wishes. Instead, I lifted my trembling legs and placed them in the stirrups attached to the bed. My legs spread for this woman, and everyone in the room to see. I felt as she slid her fingers into my cunt and pulled so that my entrance gaped open, on display. I tried to hold back tears but could feel them hot in my eyes. It felt like an eternity being inspected by her, my hole spread uncomfortably wide, until at long last she called out 'virgin' and I was able to scrabble from the bed and join the rest of the girls who had been confirmed. This carried on until the second to last girl was being inspected.

"Whore" cried the woman "take her away, use her as you like and then put her in with the second-hand breeders." The man who had showered us moved forward and grasped her arm, pulling her to a door on the other side of the room. We could not see what happened, but we could hear the creak of furniture, slap of skin and her cries mixed with his grunts not long after she had been led away. We could hear as he reached his crescendo, the growls of desperate pleasure mixed with her squeals and then sudden silence.

We were led through a different door. Into a small, windowless room. The air in here was stale and a couple of mattresses were on the floor. The mistress informed us that this was where we were to sleep before being presented. We slept huddled together, as they had not returned our garments, each of us was naked and they had not provided blankets. The chill meant that we huddled together, hard nipples grazing soft skin, legs intertwined, as close as we could get for the heat. All of us were hungry, having not been fed since leaving our parents' houses and this along with the anxious energy in the room made sleep difficult.

***

When morning came we were ushered into the showroom, each girl was directed to a small wooden stand. The mistress went around each of us, securing us with buckles to the stand. When it was my turn she bent me over, so I was kneeling, and secured iron cuffs about my ankles and wrists. My naked body prickled with the cold and my nipples puckered in the light breeze. The other girls were similarly displayed around me, all naked and kneeling, awaiting inspection from buyers. The mistress who had greeted us left and a new woman entered dressed in finery and accompanied by well-dressed men. These were the people who would sell us off. Next to each girl, a range of items were placed to allow the buyers to "test" their possible new purchase. I shuddered a little, fear creeping up my spine and making my muscles clench. I watched as the sellers unlocked the doors allowing men inside. Some were old, some young, most were dressed in well-tailored clothes indicating the money they held. They swarmed in, held back by the temporary fence. The hostess stood on a slightly raised platform and addressed the crowd.

"Gentleman, welcome to this month's marriage market. You will see before you girls displayed to be sold. When you are viewing the girls please remember, you may touch and use the tools provided, but please do not insert your penis into their vaginas as they are all virgins. Please do not ejaculate inside the girls. If you break this rule you will be considered to have offered the full price on that girl and you will not be able to purchase another." Assent murmured around the room and the hostess nodded and moved to the fence opening it. The men filled through and began to distribute between the girls. I cast my eyes down, I did not want to see the men inspecting me.

"Do you have all your teeth girl," a gruff voice near my ear, "open yer mouth." I shuddered and opened my mouth. The large, sweaty man in front of me grasped my chin forcing my mouth wider open and ran a thick finger across each of my teeth, nodding in satisfaction. He walked to my side and grasped a breast, pinching the nipple. I yelped trying to move away and he sneered at me. He moved to my flank and grasped my ass cheeks, spreading them apart to view my asshole and cunt. He pinched at my pussy lips and I yelped again at his rough treatment of my body. He slapped my ass and snarled at me.

"Stop wriggling you stupid bitch," he slapped again. Tears welled in my eyes, unable to process the pain. A hand came from nowhere, grabbing the sweaty man's wrist.

"Stop hitting her you idiot," it chastised, "if I decide to buy her, I don't want you fingerprints all over her." The sweaty man snorted but lowered his arm. I craned around to see who had stopped the pain. A stocky man stood, strong muscles bulging in his arms. He had a thick beard, trimmed close to his jawline and a glimpse of curled dark hair poking through the top of his shirt. His blue eyes twinkled. He walked around me slowly, trailing a hand over my skin lightly as he did. My skin prickled pleasantly at his touch. He bent to inspect my body, lightly cupping my breasts and weighing them in each hand, his thumb grazed across my nipple. He moved behind me and gently parted my ass cheeks, allowing him to view both of my holes. He placed a finger on either side of my pussy lips, spreading them further, allowing him to see into my slick depths. He inhaled deeply, smelling both my cunt and ass, humiliation roiled in my stomach to be inspected like this, but the man only seemed to hum with satisfaction before letting go and moving to my side.

"She is a fine specimen," the sweaty man said, "I may buy her, she will bear me good children." Revulsion rolled in my stomach and I felt bile in my throat, I did not want this sweaty, greasy man touching me. The sweaty man was positioned at my ass again and I felt as he roughly pulled my cheeks apart and thrust a finger into my unprepared cunt, forcing a grunt of pain from my lips.

"You decide too quickly," the bearded man told him, "you haven't even viewed the others." The sweaty man looked torn but removed his finger from me, nodding at the other man's advice he wandered to another girl to inspect her.

"There sweet, he has left you alone for now," whispered the bearded man, "now I want to see how you perform." He moved to my side again, picking up a thermometer. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt as he slid the cold tip into my asshole. He left it there, protruding from my ass and humiliation stung in my eyes, my cheeks burning. He proceeded to walk around me inspecting every inch, feeling my hips and legs, my arms and breasts, stroking at my soft skin. He moved back behind me and removed the thermometer, checking the number and nodding to himself.

He returned to the tools, selecting a small vibrator from the tray and running it up and down my slit. I shivered, this was the first pleasurable sensation I'd had since being taken for the marriage mart and I rocked my hips back into it, seeking more. He chuckled low to himself and pressed the vibrator between my pussy lips, the tip connecting with my clit. I let out a soft moan as he varied the pressure on my clit. I could feel myself becoming slick. The man placed his mouth to my entrance and licked slowly along my hole, gathering my cream into his mouth, savouring my flavour with obvious appreciation. He walked back to my face and kissed me deeply, I could taste myself on him as our tongues mingled.

"I want that one." I heard a voice echo through the room and startled, looking up to see the sweaty man pointing to me while talking to the hostess. Shock ran through me, I had thought that I was free of him, he had lost interest and gone to another girl. When I looked around for the bearded man I could not see him. He had left and I was at the mercy of this rough, cruel man. To be bred and bear his children.

I felt movement behind me, my pussy lips parted. I cried out as something slick and warm pushed at my entrance and then slid firmly into me. Unprepared for the sensation I cried in pain at the intrusion, disoriented. I could not take my eyes from the sweaty man, a look of outrage on his face. The object in my cunt picked up speed, the sound of my unprepared cunt being ploughed in front of the full room. I was unprepared, unaroused and tensed as my dry cunt was invaded, and used painfully. All watched in amazement as the hostess walked swiftly over.

"Sir, please, this is against the rules," she chastised, "another has laid a claim to her!" Realisation dawned in me, the bearded man was the one penetrating my cunt, if he came in me he would be made to purchase me. I began to grind back on his cock, clenching my pussy to increase the pressure on his dick, trying to make him cum faster. The hostess had reached us and was attempting to pull the man from me but he was determinedly humping into me, his breathing ragged and strokes becoming uneven. My pussy continued to burn and sting, though I wanted him to continue my pussy was not wet. He grasped my hips and pulled me back into him firmly, pleasured growls issued from him as he came deep into me. His dick spasmed inside and I could feel the throbbing my cunt wrapped tightly around his shaft. He was shooting load after load of fertile cum into my receptive cunt. He held me still, his weight on me, hindering my movement, breeding instinct pinning me so I was unable to move. I could feel the throbbing twitching beginning to slow. His mating instincts held me in place still, dick deeply nestled into my cervix ensuring deep penetrating distribution of his load. Slowly he began to withdraw himself, his dick slick with our juices. I could feel my pussy close back up where he had been, felt the tug on my pussy lips as the last of his cock pulled from me.

"You will have to pay Sir." The hostess did not look impressed and the sweaty man looked on in fury. I could feel the bearded man's cum slick between my pussy lips, clear evidence of his possessive act.

"As I had intended," the bearded man said, zipping his trousers and unhooking his money pouch. He handed the hostess the coins needed and waited until I was unshackled. As I stood, I felt a large glob of his cum slide from my cunt and down my inner thigh, visible to all.

Once he had paid and the hostess released me from my bonds he walked me from the room to a carriage waiting outside. He sat me in it, still naked and leaking cum. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and had me place one leg up on the seat, opening my freshly fucked pussy to him. He leant forward and wiped my cunt, moving my lips aside to ensure he cleaned all of his cum that had slid out of me. His touch was so gentle, almost reverent in the way he spread and cleaned me, that I found myself relaxing. Muscles that had been clenched for days loosened at this man's touch and the aches that I had been trying to ignore eased.

"I am sorry for that," he said as he cleaned. I looked at him confused. "Sorry for taking you so abruptly, had it been up to me I would have waited until you were ready before I mated you," he explained, "but had I waited you would have been bought by that disgusting man."

"I know, I'm grateful for what you did," I whispered, surprised at his gentleness and thoughts. It was normal for a man to take his mate when he wanted, but few showed much consideration for their mates' readiness, even my father would do this to my mother when he returned to the home. Regardless of who was around or what she was doing, he would demand that she present herself, she would lift her skirts and bend over and he would mount and breed her. It was just a part of life. He finished wiping me and shrugged off his overcoat, wrapping it around my naked shoulders.

"Well, regardless, the next time we will wait until you are also ready." The knot in my stomach loosened, I had not realised that this was something I had been worried about, but as he said the words I felt myself relax further. It seemed I had found myself a good man. I smiled shyly up at him not knowing how to express my gratitude. The remainder of the ride we passed in silence, one or the other occasionally commenting on the scenery until we reached his home.

It was late evening by the time we pulled up to his house. It was modest, larger than my family home but not overly grand or intrusive. To my tired eyes, it was perfect, a size I could care for and enjoy but certainly not small. He helped me from the carriage and guided me inside, showing me to a bedroom. That night I curled up in the feathered bed, the warmth of the covers soft on my naked skin. I nestled in, feeling safe for the first time in days.

Over the next two weeks, I explored the house, getting to know each room and the jobs that needed doing in it to keep it well. I began to settle into my new role, comfortable and content. I and my mate spent a good amount of time together, usually at mealtimes but sometimes in the day. My interactions with him were always pleasant, enjoyable even, and I looked forward to seeing him, to hearing what he was doing in his work and day and to pleasing him with the efforts I put into keeping his house well. During these times he never pushed for intimacy and I had a rapidly growing fondness and admiration for him.

***

The smell of fresh bread wafted through the kitchen, the flour dusting my apron and a pot of stew bubbled deliciously on the stove. I felt so proud of what I had achieved and was sure that my mate would too.

I turned to sudsy water beginning the washing up when I heard the click of the front door. I smiled to myself, warm pride waiting for the compliment I was sure he would give me. He entered the kitchen, dropping his coat and hat on the counter.

"Bend over," he commanded, "I want to get my dick wet." I startled, surprised. I had been expecting him to comment on the food or the house. He had said he would wait, wait until I was ready and settled to be bred.

"No Sir, please, I am not ready, but I have made you a good meal." He approached rapidly, his footsteps loud on the floor, and grabbed the scrubbing brush I had been holding. He pushed me to the ground, my face pressed to the floor, my knees grinding into the flagstone and my ass in the air. With one motion he flung my skirts over my head and pressed his boot to my face. My ass and cunt stood bare to him as I cried under his foot, begging to be released. He scrubbed the brush along my clit, the fine sharp bristles biting into sensitive flesh. I tried to move away but the boot on my face was pressing me painfully hard to the ground. He reached between my legs with one hand, parting the lips of my cunt and with the other, he pressed the scrubbing brush into me.