I will call you Yasmina.
Alim had been wandering the slave market for several hours, choosing a new concubine for himself... He had already passed several rows of traders dealing in live merchandise... no one had caught his eye yet. And then, a huge sign: "Virgins. Pearls for your harem." And the shouts of the trader, attracting buyers by praising his wares. A flock of girls in bright, translucent clothing. Blondes, brunettes, plump ones, slender ones... For every taste. Alim moved closer, examining these little birds. "A virgin is good! It's been a long time since I've treated myself to fresh blood..." Among the colorful flock of slaves, he noticed one girl... A fragile blonde with a voluptuous chest,
wearing only a translucent bodice and tiny panties.She held herself slightly apart. Her gaze revealed a resignation to the fate of a slave. The trader explained that all the slave girls had been trained for a long time on how to please a man, their free-spirited psyches had been broken, they were taught to be submissive to their master. And now they were ideal virgin concubines with the skills of whores. The blonde lazily raised her eyes to the new buyer. "I wish someone would buy me already, he seems nice and not old. I'm so tired of standing here!" She gracefully arched, turning around so Alim could see her firm buttocks, divided by the pearl string of her panties. Tossing back her long hair, she seemingly accidentally touched her full breasts... Alim looked at her with lust: "Yes, not a bad little whore... I need to take a closer look at her." The trader obsequiously bowed before him: "Has anyone caught your eye, Master? All my girls are of the highest quality." "Yes, I want to see this one, undress her completely." Pointing at the blonde, Alim said. She smiled slightly and, obeying the trader's gesture, removed her bodice and panties, remaining completely naked.
The other girls crowded at the edge of the platform, whispering quietly. Other buyers and simply those wanting to gawk at the live merchandise began to gather around. Alim ordered: "Turn around, bend over, and spread your buttocks with your hands." The girl easily bent over, spreading her legs, and parted her buttocks, her hair covering her face, cascading onto the platform. Her legs were slender, her body flexible, her anus untouched. Alim greedily looked at the slave's pink flesh, ignoring the giggles and lewd comments of the gathered onlookers. Addressing the trader, he ordered: "Take that stick over there and whip her on the ass and cunt..." "But master, the merchandise cannot be damaged," the trader stammered in objection. The girl also tensed mentally. Although they had been taught everything, she did not like pain. Alim frowned in displeasure, restraining his anger, and sharply asked: "What can she do? Why is her cunt already wet?" "Oh, master, she can do everything! And it's wet because we applied a special substance to all the girls there." The trader easily ran his finger between her lips and showed Alim the transparent lubricant. "I want to understand what she is capable of and how submissive she is to her master's will." With these words, Alim lowered his pants and turned his perfectly shaven backside to the girl: "Lick, bitch!"
Licking her lips, the slave obeys the order, gently licking and tickling the perineum, anus, descending to the testicles with her tongue. A thought in her head: "How lucky I am that this buyer clearly loves cleanliness. Not like those we had to practice on." "Sooo... Seems okay... Now lie down and spread your legs wide." The slave lies on her back on the platform and does what Alim demands, covering her eyes and watching him. He shoves his already hardened cock into your mouth, and with his hand massages her clitoris. A hard gaze and gentle, caressing movements of his hand. The slave actively sucks his cock, simultaneously caressing it with her hand and periodically licking and tickling it with her tongue. And her body responds to the touches with waves of arousal. Her pussy becomes wet not from the lubricant, but from her own juices. Her nipples harden and become like plump cherries... Carefully squeezing his testicles, she takes his cock deeper, all the way to her throat. Alim growls hoarsely, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Not releasing her, he asks: "Do you drink piss?" He already wants to fuck her right here. He puts her on all fours... interested in humiliating her, showing even more of her worthlessness. The trader watches nervously, afraid this buyer will damage the merchandise. But she is a virgin, Alim knows he can only fuck her after purchase. Otherwise, he'll have to pay for damaging the goods.
The slave's voice brings him out of his thoughts: "As you command, Master! I am a slave, I will do everything for your pleasure." Smirking, Alim releases a stream of urine onto her. The girl, closing her eyes, kneels before him, making no attempt to turn away. Finishing urinating, he slaps her cheeks with his cock: "Lick it, whore!" The blonde immediately begins to lick the cock, which immediately hardens again. Alim pushes her away and pulls up his pants. The girl crawls away but does not stand up, awaiting an order. Her eyes seem glazed, her body tense as a taut string. "I'll take her." Alim throws a pouch of gold to the trader. "In half an hour, she must be at the 'Light and Darkness' inn." The onlookers slowly disperse, and the trader hastily calls his assistant: "Quickly, get this one cleaned up and delivered to Master Alim!" Washed and wrapped in a dark cloak, the girl was delivered to Alim's room at the appointed time. He lay on a huge bed in a luxurious room, dressed in a robe. "Come here!" he ordered the girl. The slave approached the bed without raising her eyes. The man yanked the cloak and threw it aside. The naked beauty only shuddered slightly, betraying no other emotions.
Lazily letting his gaze slide over the girl's body, Alim asked: "Do you have a name?" "No, master, we were told our new master would choose a name." Looking at the slave's plump lips, Alim's cock stirred. Exhaling sharply, he ordered: "Go behind the screen and wash yourself thoroughly. Just be quick, I don't like to wait. And use jasmine oil. I like its scent." "Yes, master." The girl hastily disappeared behind the screen, where a tub of hot water was prepared for her. Finding the jasmine oil, she dripped it into the water. "It's good that the master allows washing and washes himself," thought the girl, hastily soaping her hair. "I wonder if he'll take my virginity today? Probably yes. I just hope he's not too rough... I can endure everything else." She liked Alim. She was glad that a young, strong man had bought her. After all, before her, girls were bought by old, dirty perverts who pinched and bit the girls, and they stank as if they'd never met water since birth. With these thoughts, the girl quickly washed as ordered by her master, combed her hair, and came out from behind the screen, wrapped in a large towel. To her surprise, dishes with various delicacies, fruits, jugs of juice and wine were already arranged on the low table. The master was already eating, lounging carelessly on the cushions. "Sit, eat!" Alim ordered without looking at her.
The girl timidly sat down opposite, settling on the cushions. That the master would allow her to eat at the same table with him surprised the girl. The slave did not dare take anything from the table, although her stomach was already cramping with hunger, as she had last eaten at dawn. Alim looked up from his food and asked: "Don't you like something? Why aren't you eating? Or are you waiting for me to feed you?" His voice held clear mockery. "Not at all, master, I'm simply not worthy of sitting at the same table with you and eating the same food as you..." the slave answered quietly. "Here, I decide who eats with whom! Quickly serve yourself whatever you like and eat, or I'll punish you!" Steel notes appeared in his voice. Not daring to even raise her eyes to her master again, the girl began to fill her plate with food. Alim continued to eat, glancing at his purchase. "Beautiful, passionate, I had a successful stroll today!" The girl ate carefully, washing down the food with juice. Having eaten his fill, Alim leaned back on the numerous cushions, continuing to examine the girl. "What should I name her?" The girl satisfied her hunger and finally raised her eyes to her master: "Thank you, master!" "Remove the towel and come here, we'll think of a name for you now," Alim ordered.
The slave
Alim looked at her lazily, thinking that he still needed to give the slave a name. And then fuck her. "I will call you Yasmina, understand?" "Yes, master. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful name." She leaned over and kissed his hand, taking it in her small palms. Patting Yasmina condescendingly on the head, he ordered: "Go, straighten the bed and lie down, wait for me." The slave, bowing her head, went to the bed, swaying her hips smoothly. "Seems my master isn't cruel. He even gave me a name. A beautiful one. He'll surely take my virginity very soon. I'm a bit scared..." Straightening the bed and lying down, Yasmina couldn't stop thinking about what Alim would be like during intimacy. Alim watched his slave, noting her slenderness, the whiteness of her skin, the grace of her movements, the luxury of her hair, her beauty... "A successful purchase after all." Rising from the cushions, he threw off his robe, walked naked to the bed where Yasmina awaited him. "Now I'll check how well she was trained, and finally tear her hymen." His cock was already ready for battle again and twitched businesslike. Alim leaned over his slave and kissed her greedily, squeezing her breast. Yasmina responded to Alim's kisses, feeling his hands wander over her body. Alim tore himself away from the slave's sweet lips and descended lower.
His lips captured the sensitive little peak of her nipple, and Yasmina gasped loudly from the sharp sensations. The master sucked and nibbled Yasmina's breasts with relish, and his hand covered the mound between her legs. The slave writhed from his caresses, her skin burned from her master's touches, her fingers gently dug into his shoulders, voluptuous moans escaped her lips. Alim's skillful fingers parted the delicate folds, and he stroked, then squeezed her clitoris, making the girl moan loudly. "You're so wet already, my little bitch!" "Master, please..." A plea escaped Yasmina's lips. She couldn't bear the languor, her vagina was clenching in a sweet spasm of desire. Laughing hoarsely, Alim sharply spread the slave's legs and pressed his tense cock against the wet, hot slit. Yasmina arched to meet him, yearning to quickly free herself from the burning languor inside. Running his cock between the delicate folds a few times, Alim entered his slave's cave, tearing the virgin membrane. Yasmina cried out from the piercing pain, but Alim pressed her into the bed. "Don't squirm, it'll get better now!" And he continued moving in the girl's tight, hot flesh. The tears streaming down the slave's cheeks did not move him. Yasmina bit her lip and tried to relax.
Gradually the pain dulled and arousal returned to her. With each sharp thrust from Alim, she was pierced by sparks of sharp-sweet pleasure. His large, firm cock beat against the very depths, stretching the tight walls. Yasmina moaned loudly. Wrapping her legs around her master, she now moved to meet him herself, thrusting her hips. Alim groaned hoarsely, enjoying the slave's tight virgin flesh. She gripped his cock so tightly that he was soon ready to spill into her. A few hard thrusts and the girl beneath him screamed, coming, her cave clenched in the spasm of orgasm, squeezing Alim's cock even tighter with its walls. And from this squeeze, Alim froze for a moment, went even deeper, and with a wild roar came, irrigating the slave's womb with semen. Experiencing a stormy orgasm, the slave and master intertwined in an embrace. Their breathing mingled, hearts beat in the same rhythm. Catching his breath a little, Alim said: "You're a good whore, Yasmina. And your cunt is just right. Keep trying like this, and I'll be pleased with you. And don't forget, I like the scent of jasmine." "Yes, my master, I will always try for you, please you and give you pleasure." "And now sleep," commanded Alim, pressing Yasmina to him, "Tomorrow I will take you to my harem." He fell asleep instantly, and Yasmina thought about how lucky she was with her master, and what awaited her in his harem. Falling asleep, she decided: "I will do everything to become his favorite concubine and not lose his favor."
In the morning, her new life began.