Jasmine was dragged to the main tent that happen to be the leader of the caravan of slaves as the big fat of slob man, with a huge belly and a face only a mother dare love, smiled at the naked and tied up princess “yes Hani, a fine catch indeed, this one should make us lots of dinars in the upcoming Agrabahian marketplace."
“AGRABAH he says, just have to remain silent enough till we get there and hope for help, from my people” Jasmine said in thought, seeing that the man ogling eyes was staring down at her womanhood that dripping away for a phallus for it “I fear for the worse to be taken by the jackal; hast not I bear this hog a face of a piglet.”
She remains tied throughout the ordeal as the leader did his worse on her that day, when exhausted and his need for rest. He gladly tossed Jasmine to all his men, who gladly took the silent princess many times into the night that she didn’t needed.
“AAAAAHHHH” was the only sound that came from her mouth of a scream afterward, when she was branded over a rock on her tailbone to be marked for life as a slave.
“SO, the little Slave does have a tongue after all” Laugh out Hani, who was still holding the still red hot branding iron in his hand “so what be your name is Slave?”
“Casmine they call me Cas for short” Jasmine mumbled out in tears of a lie, not wanted them to know who she really was, until they got to Agrabah in a few days “once in Agrabah, I will be the one hold the hot iron that I gladly be shoving up there Arses as they all be choking on their own phalluses at the same time.”
Fri Mar 29 10:14:03 2013