The hard worker Trade.
Ancient Egypt. 1000 BCE
AMUNET
Sweat trickled down Amunet's back as she followed the early striver girls in a demarcation through the waterless desert. The hot grit burned her desolate feet but she could not stop. A cry jolted her out of her string of thinking. As she turned around, she saw one of her fellow slaves, one of the newly captured ace being beat by a man on a camel for stumbling out of the formation. As all the traders wore head application, she could not tell them apart. Only the leader, Aapep, an exceptionally cruel man, wore a light grim head covering, contrasting from the off white shades of the others.
As the whipped girl quickly got back in her place in furrow, the emanation continued on through their trek in the desert.
Aapep's slave swop was not any normal slave deal. He traded young lady friend as sexual object for anyone who could afford them. Even the Pharoah's harem had missy from Aapep.
As the emanation trudged on, a scout came back to report to Aapep. Amunet caught bits and pieces of the conversation,"village ahead."“ not often fighters"“ lots of young girls ”. Aapep nodded, said something to the talent scout and sped up ahead, taking 10 champion with him.
SUHAD
I woke up with a head start when I felt something tapping my shoulder."Suhad. Suhad. I'm thirsty."It was just my little brother, Thutmose.
I sighed."I'll go get you some. stop put."He nodded and sat down as I walked out with a bucketful to the Nile.
As I was walking to the wellspring, I saw about 11 camel rider in the distance. Interesting. I paid no attention to them as they got closer, only minding my own business and trying to lug the bucket full phase of the moon of water back home when I heard them right behind me. As I turned around, one of them threw a bag over me and sling me over the rachis of their camel.
The next hour, I could only hear scream and battle cry and see nothing but inkiness and I was bumped around on the camel's back.
When I finally awoke, I was sitting in a group of young woman, some from my hamlet, around my age, surrounded by a group of armed men wearing bone head cover.
One of the other girls started to cry and it became infectious. I felt myself tear up too when I saw one of the men walk over and complain the girl until she stopped.
A man with a dispirited head covering walked over to our circle.
He began to utter in a raspy part,"Hello missy. My gens is Aapep. You girl are now slaves. But not just any slaves. You will be trained to sexually delight any man who can pay for you. I will reach you some time to ponder this. Rest well, as your grooming starts tomorrow."
He left, and some of the lady friend lay down in the backbone and started to log Z's. I followed, and soon we were all sleeping.
Amunet
Amunet sighed as she looked at the new hatful of lady friend. She would have to train one of these little girl, and she knew it wasn't easily work. Aapep had told her and the former more know girls to break up someone to train. She walked over to a random girl, who looked very fragile, and had a flavourless chest. She tapped her shoulder and said,"semen with me."
As the girl hesitated, she just waited. Finally, the girl gave in and followed.
"My epithet is Amunet. I will cultivate you. I don't have an option in this, and neither do you, so just fall out what I say and our animation will be much easier."
The girl nodded, then said,"My public figure is Suhad. I will do as you say."
Amunet became very pleased. It was always well-off when they were submissive.
Amunet led the young woman into their assigned tent, where one of the hard worker traders was waiting.
"This is who I will train you with. You do not necessitate to know who he is. It doesn't matter."
"Okay."
"First, have you popped your cherry ?"
"No."
She walked over to Suhad, and before she could even respond, unceremoniously shoved a bronze rod up her pussycat. As she broke through her maidenhead, Suhad screamed out in pain. A couple seconds later, she could hear other girl from outside the tent screaming in pain also. A little bit of rake trickled out and onto the sand.
"Good. Now we will instruct you to suck cock."
SUHAD
As this taller miss with nicely rounded tit popped my cherry, I felt bang-up pain. Soon enough, it faded away.
She said to me,"Good. Now we will learn you to suck cock."
Eww. Put that in my oral fissure ? No way ! But then I remembered I was not in any positioning to negotiate so I just nodded my head.
Amunet said,"This is how you suck cock."
"showtime, need just the question in your backtalk. Make for sure to not graze it with your teeth. whirlpool your glossa around."
Amunet walked over to the slave trader in the tent and pulled his pants down. As his fully erect stopcock sprung out, she took the fountainhead like she said and put it in her lip. I could see the man groaning in pleasure as she swirled her lingua over the head.
"Now it's your turn."
I walked over and tried to copy her. I took the top dog in my sassing. I could feel his salty precum on my tongue and surprisingly, it tasted proficient. I rubbed my tongue over every column inch of his headland, trying to suck all the cum out of it. I could get wind his panting go faster as Amunet walked over and started jerking off the dick with her and sucked his balls. With her former hand, she reached over to my pussy, which was now wet and stuck a digit in. We were locked in this position until the man cried out and I felt his cum enter my rima oris. It tasted so good that I slurped it right down and I cleaned his dick off.
Amunet stared at me."Where did you learn that ?"
I stared back,"I didn't. It was what just felt natural. ”