So! This is my first stab at literotica! Feel free to criticize, tear apart, complement, etc. HOWEVER, I really would like to improve my writing along the way, so I would appreciate comments/emails that offer genuine feedback. Also, a quick thanks to Steve150177 for helping with the editing process. Cheers!
***Note that they speak in a different language than English, the italicized words are supposed to be when she speaks English***
-Lizz
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"What is your name?" A harsh voice asked before me. I was kneeling on the sandy ground, with no ability to see anything around me, no idea where I was. I struggled to make words, but my mind was foggy and I couldn't speak.
"What is your name?" The voice asked again, sounding more impatient. I didn't know my name and I couldn't speak so I stayed silent. My mind searched for words from this strange language to emerge from my immobile mouth. I heard the man take a couple steps before pain laced through my cheek, the pink handprint throbbing on my skin. Now I was livid, something in me clicked in place and I knew my voice would not seize again.
"I will ask one more time," said the man threateningly. "And only one more time." How could I respond without my name? I tried to hold back the anger in my voice.
"I do not know." I spat out truthfully. The words seemed wrong on my ears, I had a different accent than the man in front of me. The man gave a short, irritated sigh and muttered a word I did not understand. "Do not lie woman," he said angrily. "What. Is. Your. Name?" "I do not know," I repeated stupidly.
"Your name will be Sabine," he said then moved on to the next woman.
I was afraid. I couldn't remember anything beyond waking up to the blackness of my blindfold on the ground with all the other people, whom I assumed were women by the sounds of their voices. There was nothing of my past stored in my memory. There was only the future to look to, but that didn't look too bright either at the moment. I had a feeling it involved a lot of involuntary sex.
A long time passed, my knees had gone numb and my stomach growled angrily. The only nourishment we received had been a drink of hot water from an equally hot container. Wherever I was, there was no escape from the heat; the sun beat against my naked body and the air seemed to suck the moisture out of my pores before sweat could form. It felt like an eternity had passed in this mental torture.
"Up," A voice commanded and I felt a tug along the chain behind my back which connected all the women together. I only had time to stand up before we began to walk backwards. We walked for ages before I heard the rumble of a large crowd coming closer and closer. The ground burned so much I wouldn't be surprised if the skin had blistered off my soles and I was leaving bloody footprints behind.
"Halt!" commanded the voice and all the women paused. There was the sound of chains unlocking and voices roaring.
"Gentlemen!" Cried out a man's voice, and I tried to hold back a sarcastic snort. No real gentlemen would be buying sex slaves. "Our first woman!" I heard the woman cry out in fear and booming voices putting a price on her body. I had no idea what the currency was so I couldn't tell whether she was sold for a little or a lot. Woman after woman was auctioned off and I tried to hold back my angry tears. I did not want to be sold. This was not happening. This was not happening. But it was.
I waited with anxiety building up in the pit of my stomach, waiting for a steely hand to clasp my arm and drag me out to the crowd. But no hand touched me, we simply started moving once more. I was confused and slightly afraid. Were we not to be sold? Would the men keep us for themselves? I shuddered with disgust. Freedom fleeted across my mind, but I knew it was a far-fetched wish.
"Walk," instructed a different voice, and the woman behind me started up again. I winced as I took steps on my sore feet once again, my legs shaky from fatigue. The sun didn't seem to be burning as hot anymore, the air becoming cooler and the hunger I had set aside seemed to come back twofold. We walked again for ages, the earth beneath our feet slowly going from sand to dirt to grass to a stone pathway and then onto cool floors of a building. By the time we were finished I had broken into a sweat and was ready to collapse.
My chains were undone and my blindfold removed. I squinted to adjust to my eyes to the bright room. There was a large pool of water in the center. Rocks were carefully placed along the edges and the ground beneath me was sand. Water seemed to bubble up from the center.
"You will all be bathed and dressed, you will be collected shortly after." A man with a deep tan and a serious face said before he walked out of the large room with two guards trailing behind him. Whoever he was, he seemed important.
I went to the edge of the water and dipped a toe in. The warmth put a small smile on my lips despite the stressful events unfolding around me. I slid into the water and started rubbing the grime off my body before I heard someone approach me from behind.
"Miss," said a small accented voice. "I will attend to your preparation." I turned to see a dark girl with wide eyes staring at my pale skin with open wonder. She averted her eyes when I caught her staring.
"I can take care of myself," I said a bit harsher than I intended. I saw a flash of fear in her eyes when she looked back up at me.
"I must miss." There was a finality in her voice, that and a deep desperation I could not understand.
"Please," she begged softly, her voice firm. I nodded and relief filled her features. She took a sponge and a bar of soap and started roughly scrubbing my skin. I grimaced as she worked the dirt off my body, surprised at her strength for one so small. I looked around and saw four other girls around my age receiving the same treatment.
The four others shared darker skin, their hair color a thick black which hung, for the most part, to the small of their backs. They looked very similar ethnically wise with their almond eyes and their oval faces, but each held independent features. All were equally beautiful though. I imagined these women dressed in elegant clothes, hanging off the arm of some hunk. Three of the women seemed to be happy to be in such a place, the fourth looked as miserable as I felt. I wondered if she had a family missing her right now, parents and siblings. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt the sponge brush against my sensitive nipples.
"Sorry miss, I must." The young girl blushed profusely as she moved to my nether region as well. The sponge rubbed against my clit and I felt my own cheeks flush with embarrassment as I felt my body reacting so easily. Soon after, she finished washing my body and took out what looked like long strips of paper.