Chapter 5: Some more toys

James spotted Beloukas, the unscrupulous slaver, who noticed James’ gaze and acknowledged him with a tap on his nose before sauntering off. James twitched slightly. Brienne also saw the slaver and sighed as a sense of unease washed over her. Raphtalia looked at James with wide eyes, her tail drooping slightly. She swallowed her apprehension and complied, as did Ygritte and Missandei, both wearing frowns.

They approached the stained and weathered tent. The entrance flaps were tied back, revealing a gloomy interior. As they entered, the stench assaulted their senses; it was a pungent mix of sweat, unwashed bodies, and damp straw. The cages, stacked two high and made of rusted iron, lined the perimeter. The bars cast eerie shadows on the worn canvas walls, and the meager light filtered through holes in the tent’s ceiling.

God, it was just as James remembered. The air thick with despair. Each cage held poor souls uncertain of their fates. Some were bound for freedom, others for death, and still more would be passed on to different slavers and lives of unending toil. A familiar helplessness washed over him as he surveyed the scene. He yearned to save them all and to dismantle this vile system rooted in cruelty. But how could one man fight an entire institution? He forced the thoughts away, focusing on the task at hand.

Beloukas ambled about at a leisurely pace, unfazed by the squalor. James offered a thin smile, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.

“I’ve seen you around, lad,” Beloukas grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. “You’ve done impressively with the demi-human.”

James nodded. “All it took was proper care and attention.”

Raphtalia blushed deeply, looking down at her feet. The environment stirred memories she preferred to forget, but she remained silent. Beloukas laughed heartily, oblivious to her discomfort. “See, I told you, demi-humans make excellent companions.”

“Indeed,” James agreed, stroking Raphtalia’s tail in an attempt to comfort her. “I hope, in time, she will bear my child.”

Raphtalia glanced at James, surprise flickering in her eyes. Her body responded to the notion, a warm sensation spreading through her despite the chilling environment.

Beloukas turned his gaze to Brienne. “I see you’ve dressed the tall one up nicely.”

“Yes,” James responded. “Brienne has a certain elegance about her.”

“Bit small up top, if I recall.”

“They are proportionate to her frame,” James countered. “And exquisitely shaped.”

Beloukas nodded appreciatively. “Have you taken her virginity yet?”

As they discussed Brienne, she felt a wave of shame and humiliation wash over her. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as James and Beloukas talked about her as if she were nothing more than a mere fuck toy, a chattel to be used and at whim. No part of her body was off limits to their crude commentary. They talked about her pussy, her tits, her ass, even her nipples with a vulgarity that left her feeling thoroughly degraded.

When they began discussing her clit, Brienne thought she might die of embarrassment. It was a part of her anatomy that no one had seen except James, and yet here they were, discussing it in graphic detail as if it were a common topic of conversation. She felt a hot, prickling sensation spread across her skin, and her heart pounded in her chest as they casually tossed around words that made her want to curl up and disappear.

She tried to maintain her composure, but her breath hitched in her throat and her hands trembled slightly as she fought to keep her emotions in check. Every word they uttered felt like a violation.

Brienne had to remind herself that she was more than just her body and more than just a collection of parts to be scrutinized and critiqued. But in that moment, it was hard to hold onto that belief. She felt like a specimen under a microscope. It was dehumanizing, and it left her feeling utterly helpless.

Finally, the conversation moved on...

“Yes, and it was everything promised and more.”

“And what of the Demi?”

James grinned, looking at Raphtalia, “She’s got amazing breasts, her clit was incredibly responsive, when she came, she was loud.”

As James discussed Raphtalia’s intimate body parts with the same crude nonchalance he had used with Brienne, her tail, once a source of pride and expression, now felt like a leash; like it was a mere tool for others to control and degrade her. She could feel the weight of their gazes on her.

The last time Beloukas had a buyer in, Raphtalia had been laid out on a table like a mere object. The slaver had spread her labia open for inspection, his rough hands probing and invading her pussy. The buyer had looked at her, pushing a finger in and roughly digging around, his touch cold and impersonal. When she hadn’t been responsive enough, he’d made a crass comment about a whore being cheaper and easier to please. The memory of that violation made her stomach churn with shame and disgust.

Even her asshole wasn’t untouched by Beloukas. He had prodded and examined her there as well, his invasive touch leaving her feeling defiled and helpless. Pushing his fingers into her tight anus, knuckle deep, spreading it wide for potential buyers to look at, it was a brutal reminder of her status as a commodity, a thing to be used and abused at the whim of others.

Raphtalia’s heart pounded in her chest as James casually discussed her tits, reducing them to mere objects for his pleasure. She could feel her nipples harden against her will, her body betraying her as it responded to his words. It was a humiliating reminder of the power he held over her, the control he exerted over her body and her life.

When he mentioned her clit, Raphtalia thought she might crumble under the weight of her shame. It was an intimate, secret part of her, and yet here he was, discussing it openly, vulgarly, as if it were just another commodity to be traded and used. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, her skin prickling with embarrassment and discomfort.

As James continued, detailing her responses, her orgasms, her loud cries of pleasure, Raphtalia felt stripped bare, her most private moments laid out for others to judge and consume. It was degrading, violating, and it left her feeling utterly exposed. She tried to retreat into herself, to find some semblance of safety and dignity, but their words were like shackles, binding her to her humiliation and forcing her to confront the brutal reality of her situation.

Her eyes cast downward, Raphtalia tried to focus on her breathing, to steady herself against the onslaught of shame and degradation. But with each word, each crude remark, she felt her spirit crumble a little more, her sense of self-worth chipped away by their callous disregard for her humanity. It was a brutal reminder of her place in this world and the power that others held over her.

Beloukas grinned, his eyes gleaming in the low light. “I’ve been saving some prime stock for you, if you’re interested.”

James nodded. “Let’s see what you have.”

Raphtalia’s eyes darted to the cages, her heart pounding in her chest. She remembered the cold, unyielding bars and the despair they represented.

“Master,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “do you really need more?”

James simply shook his head in reproach, and she fell silent. He understood her concern, but he had a role to play and a long-term strategy in mind.

They moved deeper into the tent. Beloukas led them to the display area, where two boys stood with their heads down.

“Two boys,” he announced. “Both virgins, well-trained.”

“How old?” James inquired, his voice steady despite his roiling thoughts.

“Ten and twelve,” Beloukas replied. James’ expression darkened briefly, recalling his past, but he nodded nonetheless. The boys were naked and prepubescent, their thin arms wrapped around their torsos as if seeking warmth or comfort. The blond boy shivered slightly, while the brunette stared at the ground, his jaw set.

“I’ll take them,” James declared, his mind made up. He would not leave them to an uncertain fate.

“You don’t even know the price,” Beloukas remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ll use them as studs,” James shrugged. “Definitely virgins?”

“Oh, yes,” the man grinned.

“Not even played with each other?”

Beloukas looked at the boys, stamping his cane down. They looked up and shook their heads. James nodded, satisfied with their virginity.

“As I said, I’ll take them. Dress them in rags, please,” James said. Beloukas nodded in agreement.

“Now the others?”

Five women were brought out. The first was a blonde with long, golden hair named Cersei. She trembled slightly, completely naked, her skin pale and vulnerable. Her breasts were slightly flat but well-formed, with dark areolas and stiff nipples. Between her legs, a dark thatch of hair framed her pussy.

“Why was this one sold to you and not a brothel?” James asked, his eyes lingering on her body.

The woman scowled at James’ crass question. “Because her brother fucked her.”

James nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nice. Why didn’t he breed her?”

“Their house had debts. It was quicker and easier to offload her,” Beloukas explained.

“I’ll take her,” James grinned, and Cersei blushed, her eyes flickering with a mix of shame and curiosity.

“I’m wondering why you’d want her,” Beloukas asked, intrigued.

James shrugged. “Maybe it’s the taboo, knowing her brother took her virginity.”

Cersei looked down, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.

James chuckled and nodded, walking over to her. Sliding his hand between her legs, he gently stroked between her folds. Cersei blinked and looked at him. She hissed softly. She wasn’t very wet but she definitely did not recoil from his manipulation. Her eyes fluttered but stopped when he pulled his hand back.

“Good girl,” he whispered. She nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Now,” Beloukas said, drawing James’ attention back to the group, “these two are mother and daughter.”

He pushed forward a white-haired younger woman with large, heavy breasts and her mother, a brunette with long, soft brown hair and a slightly doe-eyed look. She withered under James’ scrutiny.

“Alicent and Helana,” Beloukas explained. “Alicent has had sexual relations with this woman, Rhaenyra.”

“They fucked,” James said.

“Yes,” The third woman, Rhaenyra, stared forward passively. She did have nice breasts, heavy and sagging, with large areolas and prominent nipples.

“How did they fuck?” James asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Alicent,” Beloukas barked. She trembled and looked at James, begging him not to make her say it. He looked back at Alicent. Beloukas slapped Alicent’s ass hard, and she yelped. “Now.”

“We kissed,” Alicent admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“And?” James prompted.

“I kissed her, between her legs,” Alicent said, her cheeks burning with shame.

“Ah,” James nodded. “You tongue-fucked her. Did she tongue-fuck you?”

“Yes, repeatedly,” Alicent confessed.

“What else?” James asked, his voice steady despite the graphic nature of their conversation.

Alicent held her fingers out in a V sign and then crossed them, showing that the two had scissored regularly.

James nodded. He smiled and walked over to Rhaenyra, hefting up one of her heavy breasts and nodding appreciatively.

“Have you given birth?” he asked, his hand still on her breast.

“No,” Rhaenyra answered blankly.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No,” she replied, her cheeks coloring slightly.

James nodded, his hand still on her tit. “She can be used to get my other women wet,” he mused, turning back to her. “Have you been fucked by a man?”

Her cheeks colored slightly. “Yes, many.”

“How many?”

“Seven,” she blushed, her eyes downcast.

“I’ll take them. What of the redhead?” James asked, turning his attention to the next woman.

Beloukas grinned. “A red witch, a fanatic, and part of a failed religion to some fire god, or some shit like that.”

James nodded, his eyes lingering on the redhead. She had a lovely figure, heavy breasts, a toned body, and a bit of a stomach, with deep red locks much like Sansa.

James gave Rhaenyra’s tit another squeeze, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“I’ll take all of them,” James said, pulling out his bag of silver and tossing it to the slaver, who caught it greedily. He nodded in satisfaction.

“There is one other thing I could get for you, if you’re interested,” Beloukas said, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

James sighed, his hand never leaving Rhaenyra’s breast. He slid it down, bouncing it slightly as the slaver reappeared with a bunch of eggs.

“Eggs?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Beloukas grunted. “You can have your pick. These are monster eggs, my boy. Pick one and get your chance at a different species. Could be a dragon, could be a chicken.”

Suddenly, the ring of finding grew warm, and James grunted. He bounced Rhaenyra’s breast, causing her to look at him. Her eyes revealed a mix of curiosity and arousal. He smiled, his grip on her was firm and possessive. Sliding his hand around her back, he let it glide down to her ass cheek, which he gripped firmly, pulling her close against him. She didn’t need much encouragement; she followed willingly, her body pressing against his, the warmth of her skin seeping through his clothes.