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When they arrived at the magistrate’s home, Sofie felt even worse. There were plenty of personal slaves around, belonging to their host or other guests, but none of them was decked out like she was. They only wore light restraints, sometimes made of precious metal or even gold, or tiny bits of gossamer thin silk. In contrast to their classy elegance, Sofie felt that she looked cheap, despite the amount of money her master had spend on her silly outfit.

He in contrast, seemed completely oblivious about his apparent lack of style. He tried to act as if he firmly belonged into this select gathering, but still his demeanour was servile, as he tried to agree to everything one of his superiors said.

Sofie felt terribly embarrassed for him, when she saw the amused twinkle in the magistrate’s eyes or heard ironic remarks of others, that her master just did not seem to notice.

Her loyalty for her master made her cringe, but all she could do was trying to look good and obedient.

When the first rounds of drinks had been served, even before the dinner started, the effects of the wine began to show in her master and he became braver. He started to brag about his new house, the horses he kept in his country estate and about his slaves.

“See, I found this New Girl on the market, sir,” he boasted. “Priced at 250! Would you believe it? Skin white as milk, fine blonde hair, a real exotic beauty! Naturally I bought her. A bargain! And you know what they say about New Girls. It’s all true, they are just craving cock! She loves to be my slave and she adores me. But naturally completely untrained, so I could not present her here. Chained her to my doorpost as a janitra. Instead, I brought this one.”

He pointed to Sofie, who was kneeling at his feet, ready to serve him wine or appetizers. When she heard that he started to talk about her, she nervously bit her lip, but did not dare to look up.

“She is well trained. Also got her cheap directly from a caravan master, who came into town and tried to cheat on the market fees. Just confiscated her for myself, instead of going through all the official fuss. She was trained down south, weren’t you, slave?”

Still with bowed head, Sofie replied: “Yes master, this girl received some training in the hammam of city of Ashkal, master.”

“See, at Ashkal, where ever this is. And I swear she is as good as any of these overpriced sluts that were trained at Kyrna on the island or at Karabert in the north, you mark my words!”

At this the magistrate raised an eyebrow and interrupted the half drunken babble: “Oh really? I make a point in buying all my pleasure slaves, boys or girls, only if they were trained at Kyrna. Not cheap, not at all, but I never found that I paid too much.”

“Oh, sir, Kyrna slaves are great, I didn’t want ...”

“No, no, my friend, you said she is as good as any Kyrna girl! So why don’t we put her at a test? Maybe, what was the name, Ashkal, is the new centre of slave training and we just missed it? Maybe I wasted all my money on overpriced sluts, as you say”

“Please sir, my apologies, I never intended ...”

“Hush! Just let’s find out immediately.”

The magistrate clapped his hands and announced: “My dear guests, our friend from the tax office here, boasted that his girl, trained at, I forgot the name, some place down south, is as good as any of the famous girls from Kyrna and Karabert. So, I ask your assistance to find out about this. Let’s clear this table here in the middle and I ask all of you to join the test!”

Sofie was close to panicking, as she was grabbed and heaved on to the table. She was on all fours but before she could even think about some elegant pose to take, the magistrate himself lay beside her on his back and pulled her on top of him.

“Come, my dear friends and join the fun. A girl as good as any Kyrna slave will certainly have no problems to serve more than one master at a time.”

Sofie moaned as his dick slid into her. She was determined to do her best, so not to embarrass her master. She knew well, that the slaves trained on the islands were perfect in all the arts of seduction and entertainment, while she just was a decent dancer and taught how to please men and women with her body but she never had to cope with a situation like this. She couldn’t see her master anymore, because she was surrounded by elegantly dressed masters and mistresses, she felt hands all over her body and soon a huge cock parted her lips.

“Oh, all you gods,” she thought, “please help me ... please ... oh ... I’ll try ... I will not ... oh yes ... not bring shame on my master ... ohhhh ...”

Description

In collaboration with sophiamarart and Sclava
Thank you for the inspiration!

Full-size uncensored version of all pictures for free at www.pixiv.net/en/users/6000151…

When they arrived at the magistrate’s home, Sofie felt even worse. There were plenty of personal slaves around, belonging to their host or other guests, but none of them was decked out like she was. They only wore light restraints, sometimes made of precious metal or even gold, or tiny bits of gossamer thin silk. In contrast to their classy elegance, Sofie felt that she looked cheap, despite the amount of money her master had spend on her silly outfit.

He in contrast, seemed completely oblivious about his apparent lack of style. He tried to act as if he firmly belonged into this select gathering, but still his demeanour was servile, as he tried to agree to everything one of his superiors said.

Sofie felt terribly embarrassed for him, when she saw the amused twinkle in the magistrate’s eyes or heard ironic remarks of others, that her master just did not seem to notice.

Her loyalty for her master made her cringe, but all she could do was trying to look good and obedient.

When the first rounds of drinks had been served, even before the dinner started, the effects of the wine began to show in her master and he became braver. He started to brag about his new house, the horses he kept in his country estate and about his slaves.

“See, I found this New Girl on the market, sir,” he boasted. “Priced at 250! Would you believe it? Skin white as milk, fine blonde hair, a real exotic beauty! Naturally I bought her. A bargain! And you know what they say about New Girls. It’s all true, they are just craving cock! She loves to be my slave and she adores me. But naturally completely untrained, so I could not present her here. Chained her to my doorpost as a janitra. Instead, I brought this one.”

He pointed to Sofie, who was kneeling at his feet, ready to serve him wine or appetizers. When she heard that he started to talk about her, she nervously bit her lip, but did not dare to look up.

“She is well trained. Also got her cheap directly from a caravan master, who came into town and tried to cheat on the market fees. Just confiscated her for myself, instead of going through all the official fuss. She was trained down south, weren’t you, slave?”

Still with bowed head, Sofie replied: “Yes master, this girl received some training in the hammam of city of Ashkal, master.”

“See, at Ashkal, where ever this is. And I swear she is as good as any of these overpriced sluts that were trained at Kyrna on the island or at Karabert in the north, you mark my words!”

At this the magistrate raised an eyebrow and interrupted the half drunken babble: “Oh really? I make a point in buying all my pleasure slaves, boys or girls, only if they were trained at Kyrna. Not cheap, not at all, but I never found that I paid too much.”

“Oh, sir, Kyrna slaves are great, I didn’t want ...”

“No, no, my friend, you said she is as good as any Kyrna girl! So why don’t we put her at a test? Maybe, what was the name, Ashkal, is the new centre of slave training and we just missed it? Maybe I wasted all my money on overpriced sluts, as you say”

“Please sir, my apologies, I never intended ...”

“Hush! Just let’s find out immediately.”

The magistrate clapped his hands and announced: “My dear guests, our friend from the tax office here, boasted that his girl, trained at, I forgot the name, some place down south, is as good as any of the famous girls from Kyrna and Karabert. So, I ask your assistance to find out about this. Let’s clear this table here in the middle and I ask all of you to join the test!”

Sofie was close to panicking, as she was grabbed and heaved on to the table. She was on all fours but before she could even think about some elegant pose to take, the magistrate himself lay beside her on his back and pulled her on top of him.

“Come, my dear friends and join the fun. A girl as good as any Kyrna slave will certainly have no problems to serve more than one master at a time.”

Sofie moaned as his dick slid into her. She was determined to do her best, so not to embarrass her master. She knew well, that the slaves trained on the islands were perfect in all the arts of seduction and entertainment, while she just was a decent dancer and taught how to please men and women with her body but she never had to cope with a situation like this. She couldn’t see her master anymore, because she was surrounded by elegantly dressed masters and mistresses, she felt hands all over her body and soon a huge cock parted her lips.

“Oh, all you gods,” she thought, “please help me ... please ... oh ... I’ll try ... I will not ... oh yes ... not bring shame on my master ... ohhhh ...”