Chapter Five
Market
The chains were crudely fabricated from raw iron, each link hand formed and hammered into the length of heavy metal that terminated in rough circlets around her neck, wrists and ankles. She stood tall and alone on the wooden platform while the robed and turbaned men with long beards and small, many-tailed whips, walked around her, lightly slashing her at the hips and breasts, watching her eyes and feeling her s*x and ass with probing fingers. There had been so many fingers up her cunt and ass that she no longer even tried to resist.
On other platforms throughout the market, similar scenes played out as the local wealthy businessmen sought to buy a new slave. Sandria stood among them, quivering in fear and doubt. Since her capture in the desert a few days before, she
