The slave Trade.
Ancient Egypt. 1000 BCE
AMUNET
Sweat trickled down Amunet's back as she followed the early slave girls in a line through the arid desert. The hot sand burned her bare feet but she could not stop. A cry jolted her out of her train of opinion. As she turned around, she saw one of her fellow slaves, one of the newly captured single being metre by a man on a camel for stumbling out of the formation. As all the dealer wore head cover, she could not tell them apart. Only the leader, Aapep, an exceptionally fell man, wore a light blue capitulum covering, contrasting from the off egg white shades of the others.
As the whipped female child quickly got back in her situation in line of products, the onward motion continued on through their trek in the desert.
Aapep's slave patronage was not any formula knuckle down trade. He traded untested girls as intimate object for anyone who could afford them. Even the Pharoah's harem had lady friend from Aapep.
As the procession trudged on, a guide came back to report to Aapep. Amunet caught chip and pieces of the conversation,"village ahead."“ not much fighters"“ lots of young missy ”. Aapep nodded, said something to the lookout and sped up ahead, taking 10 fighters with him.
SUHAD
I woke up with a start when I felt something tapping my shoulder."Suhad. Suhad. I'm thirsty."It was just my piffling brother, Thutmose.
I sighed."I'll go get you some. Stay put."He nodded and sat down as I walked out with a pail to the Nile.
As I was walking to the wellspring, I saw about 11 camel riders in the distance. Interesting. I paid no care to them as they got closer, only minding my own business and trying to lug the bucket full of weewee back dwelling when I heard them right behind me. As I turned around, one of them threw a bag over me and sling me over the back of their camel.
The adjacent hr, I could only hear scream and cries and see nothing but blackness and I was bumped around on the camel's back.
When I finally awoke, I was sitting in a group of girlfriend, some from my village, around my age, surrounded by a group of armed men wearing off-white head coverings.
One of the other girls started to cry and it became infective. I felt myself pluck up too when I saw one of the men walk over and kick back the girl until she stopped.
A man with a blue psyche covering walked over to our rotary.
He began to verbalise in a rasping voice,"Hello lady friend. My name is Aapep. You girlfriend are now slaves. But not just any slaves. You will be trained to sexually please any man who can pay for you. I will give you some time to ponder this. repose well, as your breeding starts tomorrow."
He left, and some of the girlfriend lay down in the sand and started to sleep. I followed, and soon we were all sleeping.
Amunet
Amunet sighed as she looked at the new mass of girls. She would have to train one of these girls, and she knew it wasn't leisurely employment. Aapep had told her and the other more experienced girls to foot soul to train. She walked over to a random girl, who looked very delicate, and had a flat chest. She tapped her shoulder and said,"cum with me."
As the fille hesitated, she just waited. Finally, the female child gave in and followed.
"My name is Amunet. I will train you. I don't have an option in this, and neither do you, so just travel along what I say and our lives will be very much easier."
The girl nodded, then said,"My name is Suhad. I will do as you say."
Amunet became very delight. It was always easier when they were submissive.
Amunet led the little girl into their assigned collapsible shelter, where one of the slave traders was waiting.
"This is who I will develop you with. You do not need to cognise 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 slit. As she broke through her virginal membrane, Suhad screamed out in painfulness. A couple seconds later, she could hear other young woman from outside the tent screaming in botheration also. A trivial bit of blood trickled out and onto the sand.
"trade good. Now we will learn you to suck cock."
SUHAD
As this taller young lady with nicely rounded tits popped my cherry, I felt great pain. Soon enough, it faded away.
She said to me,"Good. Now we will teach you to take up cock."
Eww. Put that in my lip ? No way ! But then I remembered I was not in any berth to negotiate so I just nodded my head.
Amunet said,"This is how you suck cock."
"First, take just the head in your mouth. make for sure to not graze it with your teeth. Swirl your natural language around."
Amunet walked over to the slave trader in the tent and pulled his gasp down. As his fully erect cock sprung out, she took the head like she said and put it in her oral fissure. I could hear the man groaning in pleasure as she swirled her tongue over the head.
"Now it's your turn."
I walked over and tried to copy her. I took the pass in my oral fissure. I could feel his salty precum on my tongue and surprisingly, it tasted good. I rubbed my tongue over every inch of his head, trying to suck all the cum out of it. I could get a line his panting go faster as Amunet walked over and started jerking off the putz with her and sucked his clod. With her former hand, she reached over to my pussy, which was now wet and stuck a finger in. We were locked in this berth until the man cried out and I felt his cum enter my sassing. It tasted so good that I slurped it right down and I cleaned his cock off.
Amunet stared at me."Where did you learn that ?"
I stared back,"I didn't. It was what just felt natural. ”