He blushed as his traitorous organ shamed him, finding pleasure in the rough handling.  An innocent perhaps, Marie thought.  A virgin? Impossible.  Not at his age and especially not with those looks.

“He’s defiant and will most likely try to escape or hurt his owner rather than pleasure her.  No one will chance that and take him as a pleasure slave.  He could take up to a year or more to train as a pleasure slave and no one has that kind of patience when they can buy a ready-made one.  As a field laborer, he’s not worth much in this condition.” 

Sure I wanted him, and would be willing to pay a high price but she didn’t need to know that.  As a business woman I enjoyed good bargains and couldn’t help feel a small rush of adrenaline as the auctioneer contemplated his worth.

Francesca wiped the spit on her neck with her handkerchief.  “True, he is a bit of work.  I’ll take 5 pieces of gold for him and you will have all rights and his contract.”

                “He’s worth 1 piece of gold, if even that.  I’ll be generous and offer it.”  He was leaning heavily on one leg; the other thigh and knee looked bruised and swollen.  “What happened to his leg?”

“He fell off a wagon onto a rocky ledge trying to escape.  That is why I’m punishing him, as you know trying to escape is a serious crime.  Slaves like him need to remember that.”  Francesca fondled his balls and weighed them in her hands before deciding, “I’ll take 2 gold pieces for him.”  Marie sighed as if reluctant, “Ok fine, 2 it is.” Handing her two pieces of the shiny metal, Marie then accepted and tucked the contract into her purse.  That is how about how much a middle age field laborer costs, and at his youthful age despite injuries he was still a bargain.

Francesca fondled the coins lovingly and with obviously more pleasure than she had the slave’s balls, turned to the crowd and yelled “Sold” and called out to one of her servants, “unshackle him and take him to her carriage.  Make sure he’s bound tightly.”   Matter concluded, the auctioneer walked off to the cages holding other slaves for auction and started to drag another onto the platform.

“Wait.  Leash him but leave him unbound, I want to see to his wounds.”  I called to the servant who quickly nodded.  Her new slave looked at her speculatively upon hearing those words.  What did he think of her?  Did she seem cruel to him? 

I’m not foolish enough to let those wounds fester and cause an infection and let him die on me when I’d paid gold for him, even if it’s much less than I had expected Marie thought.  Not to mention I refuse to have him drip blood everywhere.  I didn’t want coarse rope scraping at his bloody wrists and ankles.

He was quiet throughout the ride to her home, staring at her the whole time, flinching occasionally as she dabbed at the blood from his wounds and bandaged them up loosely.  Before they reached their destination, he finally spoke, “Why did you buy me?  What do you want with me?”

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