The morning had moved to noon, which then crossed into late afternoon.  The market would soon be closed for the night.  Kumiko and Sara sat in a teahouse across the street as they waited for Ona to make her choice.

"They're all the same!  What is taking that woman so long?  Must she examine every piece of meat up for sale?"  Sara had her legs crossed and bobbed her left foot up and down.  She had her purchase squatting in front of her, and each upstroke caught him in the groin.  She made it clear to him when she bought him that he would be losing his nuts soon.  It could happen that night, or the next, or the next, but it would happen very soon.  He was one of the people from the deserts to the east.  It seemed as though the woman had a grudge against them.

Kumiko's pet was a man of ebony skin.  His muscles were chiseled into his body and he stood over six feet tall.  His cock was almost a foot in length.  Once she had paid the auction mistress and the slave was hers she had him unchained, stroked his cock, and posed a question of him.

"Well, that is quite a large thing you have there, boy.  Do you think it would feel nice sliding in and out of my pussy?"  She grinned as she slid her knee up his thigh and let it rest in his groin.  Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "You would love to fuck me, wouldn't you, you little slave boy?"

"Yes, Mistress.  I would cherish such a moment with you."

Her knee slid back down his leg and rocketed into his balls.  He dropped to the floor and clutched his groin as he screamed to the amusement of the ladies in the square.  Kumiko walked around him and grinned at his pain.  She grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back up.  He stood straight up with tears in his eyes.

"I want you to understand something.  You are not, nor will you ever be, worthy of me."  She held his dick with the grip of a vice.  "This thing has no value to me whatsoever except for the torment it may bring you.  I have yet to decide whether or not you are going to hold on to it for me, but I'm open to any suggestions you may have," she said with a smile.  "If it stays attached to you it shall cause you a great deal of frustration, as any use you may be allowed of it will be... infrequent at best.  On the other hand... I could relieve you of its burden.  I'm still trying to decide, quite frankly.  Do you have any thoughts on the subject, slave?"

He stammered out a few "Uh, uh, ohhh's," until he settled on a simple "No, Mistress.  I have nothing to say on the matter."

"I'll ask again after two months.  We'll see how you feel at that point.  I'm curious to see if you choose to beg to hold on to it... or to have it taken from you."  She had a leash attached to the slave's scrotum and led him away. 

"She's choosing a pet.  Be patient, Sara; she isn't like you.  Ona wants a servant who she'll keep around for a while."  Kumiko relaxed in her chair as chisulo, her new plaything, rubbed her shoulders.

"But... it's like she's actually talking with them.  Having conversations.  And she keeps going back to that Nordic one."

"Hmmm... he plays an instrument, if I recall his description correctly.  A little chubby, though.  But you're right, she likes him.  That thing is headed for the mines if she doesn't pick him.  In fact..."  Sara followed Kumiko back to the market with their slaves in tow.  Ona was speaking to a boy of their own race at the time, but she would steal a glance at mikkel, the Nord, every now and again.  "Go over to Ona and talk with her for a while, Sara.  I want a moment alone with him.  Distract her."  Sara raised an eyebrow, but did as she was asked.  Kumiko squinted her eyes as she looked into his.

"Do you know what happens to you if you aren't picked, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," he said in a hushed tone.

She cocked her head over in Ona's direction.

"My friend over there seems to fancy you, though I don't know why.  Now... I might be inclined to put a word in your favor if it were in my best interests.  Then again, I might say something to diminish your chances, now that I think about it.  I could convince her to wait for the next market.  To find someone more suitable."  She walked around him and placed her hand on his ass.  She gave it a nice squeeze and the whispered in his ear.

"It's a horrible living down there, you know.  Not only will you lose these right away," she gave his balls a tug, "but the life expectancy for men in the mines is less than two years.  You'll be very productive, make no mistake on that.  They'll beat you mercilessly and make sure that you are worth far more than they paid for you.  Within two months your back will be a leathery hide.  Within three your hole will be stretched wide enough to accomodate a small tree.  And within six you will have forgotten not only your name... but that you ever had one."  She placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Something tells me that you are a sweet boy, mikkel.  I'd rather you not suffer such a dreadful fate.  I'm actually on your side!"  She smiled.  "But there is something I'd like from you."

"What would that be, Mistress?" he managed to say, though it was in the hoarsest of whispers.

"You are to be completely loyal to your new Mistress, mikkel.  I would expect no less for a woman who is to be my friend.  You will worship and adore her with all your heart, soul, and body.  But my new friend has many secrets that I wish to know.  As princess of this realm I have the right to know them."  She cupped his face in her hands and rubbed her thumb along his cheek.  "It's your choice.  Would you give me the answers that I seek?"

He hesitated.  Mikkel was growing to actually like Ona.  He wanted to be hers.  And he decided that he could live with this to avoid the other fate.

"Yes, Mistress."

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Mikkel played his lyre for Ona that night as she lounged on airy pillows.  He sang with soft words and gazed into her eyes as his voice rose and fell with his poetry.  She kissed him when she had heard enough.  It was a kiss that seemed to end hours later, though it was really only one.  She drew his head into her lap and he kissed her there for just as long.  Kissed, licked, pleasured.  He brought her to great heights, and left her smiling.  She stroked his cock after freeing it from her collar.  It jutted out from him, eager for the attention she gave.  It leaked rivers as she readied it for a realease that wouldn't... come.  Not as it usually did between a man and woman, at least.  She attached the golden phallus to herself.  This boy would be worth rewarding, she knew.  And she dove into him.  They both smiled as she thrust into his then virgin ass.  He yelped in painful bliss as she moaned.  And before the night was over mikkel came.  She snuggled herself into him, his limp cock nestled between her asscheeks.  She positioned his arm around her, holding on to her tight, and the two fell into sleep smiling, not wanting to be anywhere else.

Kumiko's pet was uncollared, too.  He was brought within striking distance of orgasm.  And then she stopped.  And she drew her flogger and made marks on his back.  After she had her fill of this she brought him close yet again.  And then etched her name upon his ass with a knife.  Once more was his cock touched.  And, when close, she struck him in the balls repeatedly.  He was recollared.  He was grabbed by the head and made to pleasure her with threats of more force being visited upon him if she was not happy with his performance.  None came true, though, and the princess went to sleep smiling with her new slave sleeping on the floor at the foot of her bed.

Sara's new thing was also told that he might escape some torment if he could get her off... but he couldn't.  He licked and lapped and worshipped at her pussy, but he could not even make the woman smile.  She chained him to the wall.  She touched his man-thing gently and made it eager for her.  Then she pulled her knife.  She drew across the top of his sack.  He begged.  He pleaded.  And that is what got her off.  But Sara had no regard for the poor thing, so she cut off the slave's balls.  He cried and would not stop.  She sent him to the slaves' quarters in the basement.  And she went to bed with a smile as he fell asleep in tears.