Date: Sun, 2 Jun 2019 20:03:36 +0200 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: The Marketplace The Marketplace. BY. Drusilla Please Make a donation to Nifty Stories. Please keep this site running for everyone to enjoy. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Even though it's whereabouts was clandestine; it was a very popular place. It was the oldest marketplace in the sex slave trade. It's popularity was based on it's diversity. Sex slaves from all over the world could be found here. Every color and nationally; male; female; transgender, including all ages. Rana slowly strolled the isles of naked females with the slaver and her two guards. She was always dressed in black leather and carried a whip. The slaver pointed. "You see? We have many this month. How many do you need?" Rana shook her head. "These are too much. I need cheaper." The slaver pointed to another door. "I have older women in the back. Older slaves are always cheaper." Rana looked at her watch. "Ok. Let me see." They strolled down the row of naked women, chained to one another. Rana stopped in front of a long haired brunette with large breasts. "Show me your teeth," she ordered. The woman opened her mouth, Rana stuck her fingers inside. Rana grabbed the woman's breasts and heaved them up and down. Rana moved the woman's head from side to side. "How old are you?" "Forty eight mistress." "Spread your legs." Rana slid her hand up inside the woman's clean shaved privates. She jumped as Rana's thumb touched her clit. Rana pulled her hand out and stuck her fingers into the woman's mouth again. "How much?" The slaver smiled. "She is a housewife; Very attractive. Nice tits and long hair. I could let her go for fifteen." Rana stepped over to the next woman. She also had full breasts and bigger hips. She had short brown hair with a touch of gray. Rana slid her hand across the woman's breasts. "How old are you?" "Forty nine mistress." The slaver smiled again. "She is also an obedient house wife. I could give you both for a really good price. As you these wives are trained well. Both of them for two." Rana snapped her finger, the guard next to her pulled out a leather wallet. "If you want to sell me anything next month. You'll sell me both for seventeen." The slaver shook Rana's hand. "Deal Rana." The two women were transported to a tall brick building. Rana stepped up to the brunette. "Where are you from?" "Bulgaria mistress." "Your name will be 48" Rana stepped over to the brown haired woman. "Where are from?" "England mistress." "Your name will be 49." Rana pointed to some steps. "Get up on the stage." Both women stepped up on the small stage. The lights suddenly came on. "This is where you'll preform every night. This is my club." Rana tossed two large dildos onto the stage. "Pick them up." Rana sat down in a chair by the stage. "I hope you know what those are." "Yes mistress." "Yes mistress." "Good. Every half hour one of you will dance naked on the stage. For a period of five minutes. You'll dance using the dildo. I don't care where you stick it. Just use it. At the finish of your dance. You'll have an orgasm. I don't care if it's real or fake. My customers don't care either. They just want a great show. Understand?" The women glanced at each other. "Yes mistress." "Yes mistress." Rana stood up. "When you're not dancing. You'll be serving drinks to my customers." Rana walked over to the bar. "I expect you to accommodate the customers. Let them feel the merchandise. They can pinch your tits. Slap your tits. Pinch your ass. Slap your ass. Put their fingers anywhere they want. Masturbation is not allowed. If they want you to orgasm, they'll have to pay." Rana pointed. "He'll take you to training." They stepped into a large room with mirrors on all the walls. There were two young ladies standing by a desk. They both had thin leather paddles in their hands. The man shoved them forward. "Here you go. Two more dancers to train for Rana." The young lady in the red corset stepped forward. "Get on your knees! Put your hands behind your heads!" "We have one day to teach you how to dance in the club. You had better learn quickly. If you don't it will be painful for you." The young lady in a black corset walked over. "You'll learn to sell your body as you dance. Sell your pussy; Sell your tits; Sell your mouth. Learn to play with yourself just enough to excite the customers. Now lets get started." The young ladies used the leather paddles to strike the women across the ass and the tits if they didn't preform correctly. The young women put them through their paces. "Bend over! Show your pussy. Then turn around and spread the lips!" The young lady hit her across the ass. SMACK! "Not like that! Get your fingers out of the way. Pull the lips open!" They lady in the red corset was training number 49. SMACK! SMACK! "Move your ass! Lean forward and let your tits hang. Shake them!" She struck the leather paddle across the woman's tits. "More!" "Squat down on the dildo. Slowly. Work it in your pussy! In and out slowly. Sell your pussy to the customers." "Now lean over and let your nipples touch the floor. Put the dildo slowly in your mouth. Show the customer how you like to suck." The lady in the black corset brought the paddle down hard across 48's ass. "Get up! Do it all over again! Show me how you walk on stage. You only have five minutes to sell yourself. Remember at the end you need to orgasm! Sell it! Let them see what a fucking slut you are!" ### Number 48 started the first dance of the evening. The bar was filled with smoke and chatter. The music began to play. She began by lifting her tits up and down, gently pinching the large nipple. Running her hands up and down her naked body. There were shouts and whistles from the audience. It was obvious to see she was unskilled as a dancer. Rana carefully watched the crowd. If they were please, then she was pleased. The audience became louder when she picked up the dildo. She strolled around the stage with it between her legs. Down on her knees; she slid it inside her and the customers applauded. She saw the clock on the wall and it was time to finish. She humped the dildo, groaning loudly from time to time. She leaned back, shaking her tits from side to side. Quickly grabbing her pussy and closing her legs. The lights went off the stage and the audience clapped and shouted. Rana was waiting for her as she stepped down from the back of the stage. "You were very good. Now get to work serving drinks. Let's see how many fuck tickets you can get." Number 48 began her rounds at the bar. She was pinched; Groped; Poked and prodded too many times to remember. Her tits; Her pussy lips and her ass were sore from all the attention. The half hour was up and it was her turn on stage again. Rana met her behind the stage. "I already six tickets that will pay for you. Give them another great show and maybe you can get twelve." She walked on the brightly lit stage the audience cheered. She strolled to the edge if the stage, looking out on the audience full of women clapping and smiling at her. She wondered who were the six women that would take her in the back after the show was over? She dropped her hand; Opened her legs and slowly spread her lips. Rana smiled, knowing she had made another good choice with these mature housewives. She was twenty three and she owned two more clubs that were thriving too. They were always packed and all her women were over forty. The bar tender handed Rana five ticket requests for number 53. END.