Technically, the women in the slave markets were not allowed to speak, unless spoken to by a handler or a potential buyer. But the handler for their section was down at the other end, with a great crowd of clients. He'd just had a new shipment of women in.
"How did it happen to you?" A girl on Lexa's left whispered.
"I took a taxi home." She answered back. The two had their arms chained over their heads, and their ankles shackled to rings in the ground. Both had on the required dress of slaves—a scant bikini-like top and a brief loincloth, to allow customers full view and easy access of the wares.
Women, it was felt, had too quickly forgotten about their place in society; too eager for the workplace and education. They'd forgotten that they were needed in the home—for sex, for children, for housekeeping. But the women fought against being put back in the home, so a new trend quickly spread. Women were kidnapped and sold in large market arenas, where they could be purchased to breed, to work, or for pleasure. Only the upper class women, whose wealth and prestige made them suitable brides, avoided this fate. Girls could be sold by parents who needed money, and other women were captured by slave traders. Young women were most in demand, for they could provide all three services at the desire of the buyer.
Lexa had taken a taxi home, and the driver had pulled over into a dark alley. He'd raped her first, laughing at her as he took her roughly in the backseat of his cab. "Did you go to work today?" he'd taunted, pushing himself deeper inside of her. He ripped open her blouse, pulled her tits out of her bra, and ran his hands roughly over the nipples. He rocked hard into her, fucking her tight cunt. "I can get a lot for you." He whispered, and then rode her hard until he came, enjoying the feel of her pussy as he filled her. He'd then tied her up and brought her down to the market.
Lexa had been raped several times since, by careless guards as they transported her from holding into the arena. They'd cared only for their own needs, and she needed to cum badly. But whether she was purchased for breeding, work or pleasure, her owner would not satisfy her. He would only care for his own desires, and it would be her responsibility to satisfy him. If she didn't, retribution would be great.
A fanfare at the end of her section drew her attention. Her handler was coming towards her section of women, with a large crowd following.
"Wake up!" the woman next to her whispered. "These are rich men coming now. If you're lucky, one of them will buy you. At least you'll have food and a better place to sleep than if you're bought by some poor man."
Lexa knew she was right. All slave owners, she'd known, were concerned with their own needs. But more prosperous men could afford to care for their slaves, if their slaves pleased them, and they often owned multiple slaves, making the burden on them less.
"These women down here," their handler announced, "were just fresh these last two days. As you can see, they are young and strong and can be used for whatever purpose you desire."
A group of several men walked among them, hands grabbing their breasts, running their hands along their legs and thighs and slipping fingers into their cunts.
