Chapter 12

I’ve enjoyed the benefits of Tabib’s well endowed cock several times in the past, although not since my manumission. Fortunately for me, he isn’t too bothered whether the woman he fucks is a slave or a free-woman. Zoe is equally anxious to once again sample a man’s cock reaming her innards. Tabib proves himself to be a worthy stud. His obvious experience triggers all the right responses from our bodies with only minimal effort from the two of us.

While Zoe is a wonderful lover who can bring me to an orgasm time after time, I still enjoy the feeling of a vigorous man’s cock thrusting deep inside me. I suspect Zoe feels the same since she certainly ensures she gets her fair share of Tabib’s cock.

Tabib doesn’t outstay his welcome, although I suspect exhaustion is a factor in the timing of his departure. Zoe and I have certainly milked him dry and he can’t raise more than a limp rod despite our skilful ministrations.

We clean ourselves up before attending to the nightly lock-up routine. Mahmud and Hanna have been supervising the older slaves, while Isa has been checking on the younger ones, who are fast asleep by now. The slaves all look at us in awe. They couldn’t fail to understand what Tabib, Zoe and I have been doing. We didn’t make any effort to be quiet or discreet.

I don’t owe any of them explanations or justification for Tabib’s visit. None of them openly ask any questions, but I’m pleased that at least two of them show signs of arousal. If they can become sexually excited in the proximity of people having sex, then they are likely to cope with whatever sexual situation they encounter in future.

I make one change to the cell allocation now that Esme has left. I don’t want Hafsat left on her own, so I move Nazli into her cell. She is similar in looks and build to Hafsat, and I’m hoping her presence might encourage Hafsat to try harder to be an appealing slave. I’ve never had to sell a slave who is only suitable to be a manual labourer. Unfortunately, unless Hafsat improves her demeanour, she is in danger of being the first.

The following morning is hectic. Mahmut and I escort the two slaves to be sold today to the assembly area in the public market. By tradition, Damla and Seda are manacled and a leash is attached to their collars. I don’t anticipate any trouble from them, but being sold in a public market is a frightening experience. Even the most docile of slaves can become troublesome in that situation. I give Damla and Seda words of encouragement, and remind them to display themselves as they’ve been taught if they want to attract the best buyers. Having delivered them to the market overseers and received a receipt, the fate of the two women is out of my hands.

The auction isn’t for a few hours, so I don’t wait for the outcome. Only if either woman remains unsold will I see more than their Halls of Valhalla collars again. I do my best not to become emotionally attached to the women who pass through the Halls, but I’m not so heartless as to never feel a sense of loss. In many respects my business is sordid and cruel, but none of the women who pass through the Halls were enslaved by me. By training them I can improve their chances of a more comfortable life. Most slaves suffer a harsh and cruel fate, but the type of services my trained slaves can deliver will often attract them to owners who can offer them a kinder life.