Exploring the Undiscovered Lands with a Slave Harem: Chapter 2: Slave Auction
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In my experience, most of the people who go to slave auctions are just looking for labor in the simplest, crudest form. To me, that's the biggest problem with slavery: inefficient distribution of labor. Free labor naturally seeks out where it will be best used, unfree labor is jammed into inappropriate jobs like a square peg in a round hole.

I try to avoid that sort of thing myself. Almere's strong regulatory regime around unfree labor means that I can review what slaves will be on offer well in advance, flipping through the booklet provided by the auction house itself. I focused my attention on the slaves with skills I would want after I went to the southern hemisphere, and that eventually got whittled down quite a bit. A few sorcerers who knew Light magic, and a few people with relevant survival skills.

The Nithren empire had spent a lot of effort recruiting sorcerers from its conquered territories, bringing them to universities in the imperial core and training up new generations of Light sorcerers there. Demons almost never manifest any talent with Light-aspected magic, but healing magic is incredibly useful, so the empire worked hard to counteract that problem. Once they collapsed, though, the consequence was a very uneven distribution of sorcerers with any skill at Light magic, as some went home to wherever they'd come from, while others remained in the metropole of an empire now gone because it was their birthplace, their ancestors having been dragged up...

The consequence was that Light magic was relatively rare, as far out as Almere, and by extension, sorcerers capable of Light magic fetched a premium. I wasn't able to purchase my first, second, or third choices, the price being well out of reach - instead, I wound up with a girl who'd had middling scores at a Nithren state institute before the fall of the empire, then went wildly deep into debt and got sold into slavery to help pay off the debt. She was a fresh debt slave: whatever price she got was what her creditors would receive, and the remainder of her debt would be considered non-recoverable and voided. A ten year term, and she'd be free and clear.

Her name was Eshenesra Chalsarda Melarenambra asra Iancaryn; as an elf, a ten year term was relatively benign, but I guess the amount her creditors were getting back would be the same whether she was an elf or a human. She was pretty, and I couldn't deny the bit of eye candy was something: blue eyes, blonde hair, smooth skin and a natural elven beauty. A little taller than average, but no competition for Jutaana, at 5'7"/170cm.

She was also handed over to my custody almost immediately - it wasn't half an hour later that she'd been re-keyed to my ownership. "Hello, Mmmaster," she said, chewing the word 'master' over in her mouth as she approached me, hands clasped in front of her. Her lips nervously fidgeted between a smile and a frown and a too-broad stretch of her lips. "My name is Eshenesra."

"I'm aware," I said. I gestured to the chair next to me, where she promptly sat down. The auction house wasn't quiet by any means - there were plenty of people bidding on the next person on offer, a tall and strong-bodied goat man - but her own nervous energy provided an unusually silent sense to the whole affair. She fidgeted in her chair, getting used to the cushioned folding chairs that they had laid out in repeated rows here. I was under the impression that this particular building was also used for town hall meetings. "I'm Hob, by the way," I told her, and she nodded in reply. "I'm planning to pick out somebody with useful survival skills," I said, flipping through the book. "Then we'll be headed down south."

"Oh," Eshenesra said. She hesitated for a few moments. "Is, um, Balkhagar Azanaga on your list? Sorry, I guess it's presumptive..."

She wasn't. I flipped through the book to find the entry; she hadn't been sold just yet. Her entry only mentioned she'd been used as a sex slave for the past thirty years, having been taken captive during the Great Rebellion. It mentioned she'd been serving in the imperial army, but not much more. "No, why?" I asked Eshenesra.

"Oh. She knows a lot about... engineering, things. Making camp. That sort of stuff. Her parents were in the Engineering Corps, and she was apprenticing under them when the Great Rebellion happened," she explained, her voice getting a bit faster. "She's, um... very proud of that, which some people... like, I think..."

There was a note there about her being 'proud and unbowed,' the 'perfect victim for sadists.' I hadn't realized quite what that had meant until Eshenesra said that. "You talked to her while waiting to be sold?" Eshenesra nodded rapidly in reply. "Mm..." I stood up, going to speak to one of the attendants, a young man wearing a boring button-up shirt, who soon was ducking back to obtain a more complete document on one Balkhagar Azanaga.

She was, in fact, in the process of apprenticeship to her parents when the Great Rebellion had happened. She'd been bounced around across the empire before then, and presumably would have picked up the relevant skills... and she was absolutely dirt cheap.

Despite what some people think, sex slaves don't actually sell for that much. Sure, on occasion, you get some incredibly expensive one who manages to fetch an obscene price, but that's more about somebody with a highly developed set of skills. Just having a pretty face or a nice body - there are so many pretty women in the world. I'd gotten three as my slaves already, and I hadn't even been focused on selecting women, much less beautiful ones.

I decided to buy her, and given I was the only one looking at her as more than a warm body and a few holes, she was an easy purchase.

She actually came out wearing the old Imperial Uniform, presumably part of whatever sexual fantasies she'd been made to carry out on behalf of her previous owner. She was decently pretty, with good tits and a lean physique, though her expression was understandably bitter as her ownership was transmitted to me. She was a full-blooded demon, and had the standard appearance of that race: long horns, long ears, red hair and red eyes. A bit on the shorter side, at just 5'1"/155cm.

"Hi, Eshie," she said, with a curt note to her voice.

I considered her for a moment - she hadn't said a single word to me. She fixed me with a cold glare as I looked her over. She remained silent though, no matter how long I stared. Either some type of power game, or just having been taught by one or more previous owners it was best not to speak unless spoken to. "Right. I bought you for your engineering and military background," I told her, making her briefly twitch, brow furrowing. "If you turn out to be unable to perform, then I'm going to sell you back and buy somebody else."

"Perform what?"

"We're headed out to Lake Nadi," I told her. "We may be there a while, so it's a chance to see how you put up camp."

Her eyelid twitched, but she didn't argue, just giving me a curt nod.

* * *

Lake Nadi was a few hours away by skiff. Jutaana sat in the passenger seat, smiling whenever I glanced her way as we made our way up. Pichi was talking under her breath to herself, planning out what she'd say to Akamarina; next to her was an awkwardly-seated Eshenesra, her hands planted in her lap; and then on the far side was Azanaga, her chin on her palm and her elbow on the skiff's door as wind whipped overhead.

"Akamarina," Pichi started, restarting her shpiel. "Akamarina, you're a spirit of the water, but the torrid zone disconnects the- ugh, that's so professional. Akamarina! You've lived for how many centuries in Lake Nadi? And before that, in those other lakes and bays as the planet slowly moved around? But you've never been south of the torrid zone, have you? Akamarina, the world is so vast, and I know you want to see something new. We've spoken about the southern hemisphere before. You can't get there on your own, but I can take you! All you have to do, is agree to one measly little contract."

Azanaga let out a long, bored sigh, but didn't actually say anything.

"Oh, well, if the upjumped sex slave could explain to this little old lady how to persuade a millennia-old spirit of the waters to make a contract with her, I'd be happy to hear it!" Pichi definitely was annoyed. I spared a glance back - the road was wide open and empty for miles - and Eshenesra was just quietly fidgeting in her seat, an awkward smile as Azanaga kept staring off at the passing landscape, not sparing a glance back at Pichi.

"I didn't say anything," Azanaga said.

"Oh, sorry." Pichi let out an intense, long, exaggerated sigh. "I have great-great grandchildren, you think I don't know what that means?"

"Apparently."

Pichi reached over Eshenesra at that point, grabbing Azanaga's ear and yanking on it. "Your parents must have forgotten to teach you respect for your elders," she half-yelled at Azanaga, who now looked pissed, both from the yanking and the insult to her parents.

"They taught me to respect people actually worthy of respect, not pekina grandmas with tits bigger than their brains," Azanaga said, grabbing Pichi's wrist and twisting it, forcing her to release her grip on Azanaga's ear. Pichi winced, but was released soon, pulling her hand away.

"I'm pretty sure my tits are bigger than your brains too," Pichi snapped back.

"Don't physically hurt each other," I said, but I didn't go further than that in my orders. That was the most Azanaga had spoken since I'd bought her, after all.

"Yes," Jutaana agreed, playing my yes man to her normal degree. "Do not be hurting each other because then Master will be having less fun time fucking you, because bruised girls are having to be on their backs and not doing any work!"

"Like I said. No reason to respect a pekina. What have your people ever accomplished? Figuring out how to make cow blood into a barely-edible pudding? Pekina are only good for fucktoys, that's all the Nyzhraga ever used your lot for," Azanaga said.

"Well, given what use you got put to, apparently what goes around comes around," Pichi replied.

Azanaga snarled at that, but fortunately couldn't actually do anything physically to Pichi, so she just huffed and turned around, planting her chin back on her hand and staring at the passing countryside.

"Please don't be mean to Azanaga," Eshenesra said, her voice somewhat nervous. "She's been through a lot," she added, getting quieter as she spoke. "I-I'm glad that she got a job other than sex slave, thank you, Mmmaster," she said, fumbling around that word again. "I was a little worried I'd wind up with a job like that, and she, um, gave some advice..."

Pichi just huffed and restarted practicing her offer for Akamarina.

* * *

I can't say I honestly ever really understood what an elemental is. Each one corresponds to one of the nine elements - Fire, Water, Wood, Earth, Metal, Air, Void, Light, and Dark - and is made, down to its essence, of that element, in the same way a human is made out of blood and bone and muscle and whatnot. Ordinarily, they're tied to some spectacular exemplar of their element (and thus, Void elementals mostly lurked in space), unable to manifest far from it. Whether that thing is their true body and the elemental is just an avatar it produces, or some other weird thing - I don't think even Pichi knows.

The consequence of being tied to a particular site is, naturally, you're limited to the area around that site. So Akamarina could only manifest in a limited region around Lake Nadi... at least, without making a contract with a spiritualist.

Akamarina's manifestation was that of a slender, petite - just 4'6"/137cm - young woman, with short blue hair, blue skin, blue eyes, and a natural flow of water with every step she took. She was cute enough - too bad about her personality.

"You seek to bind me to your service, spiritualist?" She was lucky that Pichi was one of the only people shorter than her, because it let her look down her nose at the pekina spiritualist. "For what cause would I possibly have to bind one so great as I, for one so low as you?"

Azanaga let out a quiet huff as she moved to set up a campsite - the whole ritual to bind a spirit like Akamarina would likely take days, and this was her chance to prove she had value beyond her holes, so she was working hard - but Akamarina ignored it, probably misinterpreting it as the noises of exertion.

"I can offer you sights unseen by any spirit of the northern hemisphere," Pichi explained. "Very soon, I will go south with my Master," she said, with a gesture to me, Akamarina raising one eyebrow as she studied me for a moment. "He's going to purchase an insulated airship that can make the journey through the torrid zone. Surely, no one has ever been able to offer you such a thing, and one so old and wise as you is no doubt happy to be given new experiences."

"Hm," was Akamarina's succinct reply, her arms crossed as she contemplated it.

"The Southerners would no doubt be amazed to meet a spirit from the North, and would surely accord you great respect and worship. A whole new people could be taught your glory."

I honestly thought that Pichi was going too far... but Akamarina seemed to buy it, nodding to herself. "Yes. I have seen far too many boring pekina villagers surrounding Lake Nadi of late. I wish new peoples to know of my glory. No doubt the Southerners will be astounded by the power of a northern elemental."

I really doubted that, too, but I didn't argue with it, instead letting Pichi continue to fete and flatter Akamarina with a sycophantic worship. You'd have thought Akamarina was Yazhubalot, for what praises she got heaped.

I didn't help Azanaga set up the camp. This was her test run, after all - not much point if I did all the work by myself. Instead, I decided to head back to the skiff, turning it on, and it rose up into the air slowly, just hovering there. Jutaana followed me back, clambering into the passenger seat again. "I am thinking this is good, Master!" She declared with a bright smile.

"What part?"

"Mm? Pichi will be having Akamarina, and you now have two new slaves who are both attractive women." She nodded to herself. "They are not human so you cannot be breeding them before me, okay Master?" I reached over for her, gently grasping one of her ears and softly massaging it, making her pant, leg absently kicking against the floor. "Mmm, i-if you want, you c-can breed them before me," she said, "but I want to be bred first if there's breeding, please."

At that point, Eshenesra came into view, her cheeks glowing as she did. "Can I, um... are you in the middle of...?"

"It is fine to be watching Master fuck me," Jutaana said, Eshenesra's whole face turning red.

"We're not having sex right now. I just wanted the skiff's AC," I told her. "Feel free to sit in the back."

Eshenesra did exactly that, nervously fidgeting while Jutaana fidgeted and panted and got her ear rubbed very thoroughly. When Azanaga came back to tell us she had a camp set up, Jutaana gave me puppy dog eyes and I dutifully went with her back to the camp and fucked her into the ground, to her very loud wails of pleasure.

* * *

On the fifth day, Azanaga was pacing outside of my tent when I got up. She'd actually set up quite a bit in that short time - not just tents, but even a low wall to keep out animals, a fire pit, a spitroast, and more, all done with her bare hands and simple tools. I had no doubt in her abilities by that point, so I wasn't thinking for a second of reselling her. I'd taken a chance and it had paid off.

"I'm fucking horny," Azanaga said, her voice as curt as ever. "When are we leaving?"

"Pichi has to finish the ritual. She's binding a very powerful spirit, and it needs to hold over a very long distance. It's not like we'll be able to come back to fix the contract if it goes bad. Just masturbate if you're that horny."

Azanaga grit her teeth at that. "Because it's unclear, I have to ask. Is that an order?"

"No, it isn't."

"Thank Yazhubalot," she said. "Masturbation is unnatural. Lusts are supposed to be sated with an appropriate partner."

"Right... that was Nyzhraga custom, right?" It was before my time, really - Almere had abandoned whatever sexual mores had existed under Nyzhraga.

"It was correct. But yes, Nyzhraga correctly identified that lust is meant to be sated with a partner, not your own right hand. My parents said it was fine for a child to do it but I'm forty-four."

"Okay. Duly noted."

"Are you fucking stupid?"

"No, but I want you to say what you're thinking," I replied.

She fidgeted on her feet, biting her lower lip, glaring up at me. It was sort of cute, honestly - her horns came up just past my shoulders, and her head would smack my chest if she walked into me.

"I'd have thought that being a sex slave would get you through that sort of thing."

"Do you know the last time I asked somebody for sex?" I shrugged. "Never. Because my previous owners raped me constantly so I never got pent up. I was in processing for two weeks before you bought me and you haven't fucked me yet."

"I have Jutaana and Pichi."

"Kuh. Fine. Not worse than what my previous owners made me do," she said, raising up her shoulders, puffing up her chest. "Fuck me."

There was just the absolute perfect mix of pride and annoyance in her gaze... and I understood what her listing meant by the 'perfect victim for sadists'. I wasn't even a sadist and I wanted to tease her. "No."

"Fuck you, asshole," she spat out.

"If you ask more politely, I'll do it." She fidgeted from one foot to the other, like she was holding back the urge to pee. "Your choice."

"Fine, fucker," she spat, then took in a deep breath. "Please let this horny Nyzhraga bitch be put to her proper purpose, getting her mouth, ass, and cunt railed by your thick human cock."

I had actually just wanted a 'please,' but those words instantly had my cock iron hard in response. Plus, I'll admit, feeling a bit guilty. "You like it in all three holes?" I asked, surprised as I stepped towards her.

"Nnnof course," she grunted, as I gently reached for her ear, softly running my fingertips along its outline. "Demons enjoy sex on a... spiritual level, not just a physical one like... the lesser races." I frowned minutely at that last line. "I begged, you didn't say anything about dancing around your narcissistic opinions of your own race."

"Alright," I said. I took hold of her horn in one hand, making her let out a soft gasp as I forced her to her knees in front of me. She panted gently as my cock came out, just leaning forward and sucking on my dick, letting out a low moan as her lips wrapped around my cockhead. Her expression was one of quiet bliss, eyelashes fluttering, tongue flicking along the underside of my length. I loosened my grip on her horn. She wasn't quite enjoying herself in the orgasmic way that Jutaana had the previous night. Her expression looked more soothed, like she was receiving a massage or the like.

I decided to pull her off with a grip on her horn, enjoying the way her tongue stretched out for a half-second too long, staring at my dick as it bobbed in front of her face. Then she realized I was stopping her from sucking my cock rather than momentarily popping it out of her mouth. "What?" She snapped, annoyed in a way that was shockingly sexy.

"I want to fuck your pussy," I told her - and instantly, her annoyance disappeared, hurriedly moving to kick off her boots, peeling her way out of her pants. She moved with an alacrity that was almost juvenile in its eagerness - not a seasoned stripshow, but a horny getting buck naked. Panties were soon peeled off and tossed atop her pants, at which point she hopped back to her feet, facing away from me and leaning forward, presenting her cunt to me, hands going to her thighs.

I stepped up behind her, then, sliding my cock along her slick sex, and she just let out a soft pant at the touch of my dick - and when I didn't immediately thrust inside, she decided I was teasing her again. "Please, fuck my tight Nyzhraga cunt with your thick human cock, Ma~aster," she whined, her voice animated and needy. "The Nyzhraga empire only existed to ensure lots of hot bi-ahn!" She was cut off as I gripped her hips and just thrust inside her, cutting off whatever lewd and degrading words she'd been producing.

She was tight, and pleasantly muscular, too, her pussy muscles gripping and squeezing my cock as I ground myself deep inside her for a long few seconds. It was a delicious sensation, just feeling up her insides, and it provoked an interesting response from Azanaga herself. Her moan was not quite a moan of pleasure. It wasn't that she was relishing the feeling of my dick inside her on some physical level, but rather that she was enjoying it in much the same way she'd been enjoying sucking my cock, panting in place. I reached up for her horn, twisting her head so I could see her face in profile, and there was an expression of quiet relief once more, a soft smile on her lips as her red eyes looked at me loosely.

The expression seemed to say, This is so nice. Let's just stay like this forever. It made my cock throb inside her, our bodies still merged like that, and I paused there, holding myself in place. After a couple more seconds, she spoke up. "Ahm, ah, Hob- no, Master," she corrected, my cock twitching inside her in response, a smile curling across her lips. "Please, fuck this Nyzhraga sex slave in her needy pussy. She exists to get you off. The best part of the Great Rebellion is that humans now get to rape Nyzhraga bitches whenever they wa~ant!" She squealed as I started pounding away, holding onto her horn as I did.

I leaned over her, nibbling on her long ears as she gasped and panted in pleasure as I railed her tight cunt. I whispered in her ear after a good few thrusts. "I'm not raping you, Azanaga. You begged for it, remember?" She whimpered softly at that, me having finally apparently crossed some line that existed only in her messed up head. "But you're right," I told her, twisting up and starting to rail her even harder from behind, keeping the grip on her horn as I fucked her pussy harder. "I think of you as just a jerkoff aid. Your dirty talk is the reason I pulled my dick out of your mouth, because I wanted to hear you degrade yourself."

"Ohhh yes, Master," she moaned out, as I rammed inside her, her pussy practically melting on my dick, seeming to just ooze out copious amounts of her juices. "Yes! Yes, degrading me gets you hard, I can tell, Master, that's how all you humans are, it's why Nyzhraga existed, just so you can feel superior to us and get off with our bodies," she explained, closing her eyes and starting to just talk, her words an erotic pitter-patter, conscious thought seeming to have vacated her mind as it transformed into pure stream of consciousness. "Nyzhraga demons are born to be bitches, succubi are mythologized Nyzhraga whores, I'm a succubi, a bitch, a fucktoy, a fuckpet, a jerkoff aid, my body exists to get used by lesser races' men, that's what I'm for, that's why you bought me, that's what you want out of me, all the camping bullshi~it was just an excuse to make me beg like the needy slut you wanted," she explained.

At that point, I just bottomed out inside her with a groan, and I felt her pussy quietly pulsing around my dick as she just closed her eyes, trying her hardest to milk me dry. Each spurt was sweet ecstasy, and I could only sigh in satisfaction as she quivered on my dick, her own breathing heavy in the afterglow.

I was pretty sure she hadn't orgasmed, but she certainly didn't seem to care, just catching her breath in that same position, my dick still lodged inside her, my hand still on her horn, holding her so I could see her pretty face in profile. All the bitchiness was wiped away with the self-satisfied expression of somebody who had just run a marathon and was drooling off of runner's high.

"Ah, so you just act like a bitch to compensate," Pichi said, making Azanaga jerk in response, coming out of her pleasant glow. Akamarina was standing shortly behind her, watching the scene of the two of us with quiet interest.

"Fuck you," Azanaga spat. "He made me talk like that to get him off."

I decided not to argue with her. Whatever fucked up kinks or history she had - I was going to be counting on her to help me survive in the southern hemisphere, so just pissing her off on purpose wasn't a great idea. Instead, I pulled out of her sex slowly - and Akamarina's eyes followed my cock as it slid inch by inch out of Azanaga's pussy, until it had finally popped free.

"Hm. Such a base behavior," Akamarina said at last. "Rutting in the early day like an animal. You already have Pichi, why bother with that one?"

"Probably wants to fuck somebody with some brains."

"Bitch you were just-"

"Shut up," I said, and both women fell silent, letting me pull my pants back up and on. "Since Akamarina's here, does that mean that you're done?"

"Yes, Hob," Pichi said. "We can head south now. Assuming you don't need to spend some more time putting this-"

"Stop, Pichi," I told her. She pouted but obeyed. Azanaga was getting dressed again, anyway. "Go wake up Eshie, I'll get Jutaana up."

"I am being awake!" Jutaana called out from the tent. "I was thinking that you were enjoying sex with Azanaga and she would probably be becoming self-conscious if she was knowing I was listening. I am good slave and should get bred first, yes?"

"Like I want to have the child of some filthy human," Azanaga spat, as she pulled on her pants again, fastening them into place.

"If you are not wanting his child, why are you seducing him?"

"Leporagi are really such a stupid race," Azanaga spat out. I gave her a look. "Humans too, if you think I like you just because we fucked." She pulled on her boots. "Now I have to unmake the camp, since we're heading out."

"Ah, that is being true," Jutaana agreed. "You are being a hard worker, good job! Even if you are being a bitch, maybe that is just because Hob did not make you come!"

* * *

It took time, to get the airship prepared and sell off the last of my assets. The vessel itself had living space that was not that much bigger than my apartment - but there was enough space for four beds and a kitchen, and it was rated for more than enough weight to get all the necessary little bits of life. From the outside, it looked something like a swordfish, or a sideways manta ray, a sleek and slender core with two massive fins from the top and bottom, as it simply loomed in the air. A device of modernity.

I reviewed the owner's manual, as did Azanaga, before we actually took off. While it was able to withstand the torrid zone, that was something it could only manage for a few hours - and it was recommended to turn off all internal equipment except the air cycler and the engine while you did so. Every piece of equipment produces waste heat, and you didn't want to be doing so in your insulated little bubble as it passes through a region too hot for a human to live.

There were also traveler's guides, maps, and notes that were available for sale, so I bought a good few of them. Some were total bullshit, but with how strange the southern hemisphere was according to even the most reliable accounts - well, who knew what was truth and what was falsehood? I'd have to review all of it and try to piece together something useful.

Still, as I got in the cockpit of the airship - which I christened Swordfish - and took off into the air, I was full of excitement for what was to come.

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