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Slave Trader Enslaved A Prince Saunak Story By Draconicon

"Ah, the stench of sweat, piss, and fear. We must have arrived."

The mongoose opened the limo door and stepped out. His bodyguard was already getting out on the other side with a sigh, but the Prince dismissed him from his attention. The market was much more interesting.

He leaned back against the limo, standing on one bare foot as he took in the massive crowds, the tented stalls, the seated merchants on their carpets; it was like a bazaar pulled out of Byzantine times. He'd always heard from the travelers that Kusan City was the place to go to find anything, and the market supported that statement.

Their car was the only vehicle in the packed streets, and for good reason. His father had paid a lot of money for them to arrive without any other vehicles being around, and that money had apparently been well spent.

Saunak leaned back, looking up at the large black stallion that stood at his side.

"Remind me to ditch the limo next time. It took forever."

"Your father's rules, highness. And mine too."

"You are an overprotective pain in my ass, you know that?"

"I am sure that you have taken bigger pains than I up your...hole, highness."

The mongoose clutched his belly as he burst out laughing, forced to lean on the stallion's arm. Windsire's silence didn't help; if anything, it intensified it, until he slumped onto the ground. Wiping tears from his eyes, he looked up.

"Nothing? No smile, no grin, no nothing?"

"You have laughed enough for both of us, highness."

"Crack a smile once in a while, Windsire. It's not going to kill you."

Shaking his head, Saunak grabbed the horse's muscled thigh and pulled himself up. The giant equine made him feel like a kid, and not in a good way. Then again, he supposed even his father would feel like a child next to the stud horse. With seven feet of height and a body that looked like it could punch through concrete, it was hard to feel like an equal.

Nevertheless, he summoned his confidence with a deep breath and a grin. After stretching out his arms, the mongoose adjusted his vest so that it was comfortable, and did the same with the baggy silk pants he wore. The hard asphalt left him missing the dirt paths around the family palace, but he supposed that one couldn't have everything.

Turning his head, Prince Saunak looked back into the car.

"Driver?"

"Yes, your highness?"

"Go back to the garage. We'll call you when we're ready for you to come and get us again."

"But your father -"

"I have Windsire here. That'll be all I need. And besides, I probably don't even need him."

"But he'll -"

"The prince is correct, driver. I am sufficient protection for anything that might molest us."

The fact that the stallion's words counted as more than his grated at the prince, but he kept a smile on his face until the driver rolled up his window and drove off. When the car was out of sight, Saunak rolled his eyes and nudged his friend.

"Stubborn, huh?"

"Loyal, highness. As am I."

"I wish you'd find a way to take that stick out of your ass and do something else with it."

"Highness, if you would focus on the reason we traveled here..."

Yes, yes, I know, Saunak thought as he shook his head, patting the horse's arm. I just wish you'd relax. It's not like everything out there wants to kill me. I'm not that obnoxious.

As the two of them entered the marketplace proper, the mongoose let the crowd lead them along. As soon as they stepped into the throng, the two of them were pushed and pulled along just like everyone else. Even Windsire was grunting from being shoved by the people around them, and Saunak only avoided the same treatment by basically dancing around everyone near him.

It was worth it, however. Kusan City had a marketplace famous for, well, everything, and within the rock walls that formed its boundary, the mongoose swore that he really did see everything. A turban-wearing rat sold precious gems, uncut but beautiful in terms of color. Just a few paces away from him, a peacock woman held up medallions enchanted by local shamans. Yet another salesman, a jaguar, had a vast collection blades laid out on a thick blanket, each glimmering in the flickering light. Saunak caught the interest in Windsire's eyes, and marked the feline's spot. If he needed to distract his bodyguard, it could be worth sending him back here.

Further and further into the marketplace they ventured. The crowd was bunched in so close that it was impossible to get away from the stench of sweaty fur and scales, but the mongoose didn't mind. If anything, he liked it. It reminded him of home.

Eventually, they reached the central square of the marketplace. A vast wooden stage complete with stockades and chains took up the majority of the open space, but the prince's interest was on the hole beneath it, and what lay inside.

Unfortunately, a crowd - separate to the one they'd been following - had already gathered before the stage, blocking the way down. He turned to Windsire, nodding towards the stage, and the horse nodded in return. As his bodyguard bent over, Saunak took a running leap and jumped onto Windsire's back. His legs hooked around the horse's shoulder and his crotch pressed against the back of the stallion's head.

"If his highness would not grind against the back of my head..."

"Heh, no promises."

Chuckling at the horse's snort, the mongoose hung on tight as he was carried along. When Windsire chose to use it, the equine's bulk and muscle was sufficient to shove the wild elephants back home out of his way. The men and women in front of them quickly learned that they didn't have a chance.

Saunak almost wished that some would try standing their ground; the last time that had happened, he'd gotten to see what a two-legged javelin looked like. It had been utterly hilarious.

Sadly, nobody was that stupid. The local jackals, jaguars and rodents backpeddled out of the horse's way remarkably quickly, and the two of them soon reached the base of the stage. A couple of guards, wearing little more than collars and loincloths, stepped forward. One of them, a dingo, stopped in front of Windsire.

"This is the holding area for the slaves. Non-slavers aren't allowed."

"Oh, is that so? Come on, there's got to be exceptions for royalty and rich buyers."

"The buyers will see - wait, royalty?"

"Yes, can't you see? Prince Saunak, tenth in line for the throne back home? Sage extraordinaire? Anybody? Anybody? No?"

The guards looked back and forth at each other, shaking their heads. Saunak sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"I swear they'd recognize Orin or Maltek."

"Unlikely, highness, but it matters not."

"No, it doesn't, I guess. Still, it would have been nice. Forward."

Despite their primitive appearance, they weren't primitively armed, the mongoose found out as the dingo raised a gun. It stopped Windsire in his tracks, and the prince sighed.

"Really? Really? You're pointing that at a royal guest and his bodyguard?"

"I'm sorry, but there really are no exceptions. Now why don't you go back to the crowd, and we can go back to guarding the slaves."

"Why don't you just lift that loincloth and let me blow you instead? Because that's more likely to happen than me leaving without a good look down there."

His comment left them stuttering and the dingo blushing. He knew from the way his crotch was being mashed down that Windsire was looking up in disapproval, but he didn't care. Messing with people was almost as much fun as commanding them.

Before he could say anything else, another voice interrupted, and it came from the pit.

"Did I hear royalty?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah you did, sir. Someone claiming to be a prince."

"Is he buying?"

The guards turned back to the mongoose. He nodded, and the dingo shouted back.

"Yeah!"

"Then stand aside, and allow our honored visitor to come in!"

Reluctantly, the guards spread apart, forming a gap to the ramp leading underground. With a chuckle, Saunak dismounted from his bodyguard.

"See? Royalty! Ro-yal-ty! Finally, someone with sense."

"Or someone that wants a lot of money, highness."

"Either way, I'm getting what I want."

Windsire started to follow him, but Saunak stopped him with a hand to his chest.

"Ah ah ah. I am going down there by myself."

"No."

"Yes, I am."

"Highness -"

"Look, unless you want to see me having a grand old playtime down there and serve as the royal tongue bather again, you better stay up here."

Windsire's look of disgust almost left him giggling, but he took the opening his bodyguard left him. Before the stallion could recover, Saunak darted past the guards and ran down the ramp. The click of the guns above and his horse's muffled curse confirmed his guess. Royalty was allowed, but not an entourage. He smiled. Nice to see a little respect for my status for a change.

Of course, royal buyers could easily become royal slaves, he knew from experience, and his family did have enemies that would love to see a prince under their thumb. Saunak smirked. Nobody here was a real threat, not to him; if they tried anything, he could deal with them.

The ramp circled around the pit twice, and by the time that he reached the bottom he was too far down for the sun to reach. Thankfully, the walls were lined with torches, and he took one as he walked towards the slave tunnels.

It didn't take long to find the man who'd allowed him in. An elephant stood at the entrance to the tunnel, nearly as tall as Windsire and just as muscular. Saunak could tell from the jewelry on his tusks and the chain links around his neck that he was a slave trader, and judging from the silks that he wore from head to toe, the pachyderm made a profitable living out of it.

As he approached, the elephant bowed, smiling wide.

"Your highness, you honor the Traders of the Pit with your presence."

"Yes, I rather do, don't I?" He chuckled. "So, where are all the slaves? It's my first visit here and I wanted to get a good look."

"Ah, but first there is the matter of your intent, good sir. Will you be buying the slaves, or merely judging their merits?"

"I plan to buy at least one, bejeweled tusker."

The elephant's smile slipped a bit.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I offend? I could call you your name, but you haven't given it to me."

"Call me Fallim, your highness."

Saunak could hear the tension; his comment had definitely cost him a bit of goodwill, but he could fix that. Putting on a bigger smile, he leaned back and reached down to his waist. As his custom made coinpurse jingled, the elephant's smile returned.

"Bejeweled Fallim, then. I plan to buy a good pleasure slave."

"We have many trained slaves, both female and male. I imagine you would like to see the virgins first; only the most feminine males and beautiful females for you, of course."

"Not quite."

"No?"

"No. I'm someone that prefers a little more..." He stepped forward, patting the elephant's crotch. He felt the size he expected, the shaft nearly the width of his hand underneath the silks. "A little more size to his slaves. Do you have any big men around for me to look at?"

The elephant's grin was so massive that Saunak had to fight off laughter as the slaver eagerly gestured for him to follow. He always loved the way different people reacted to his flirting, both due to how amusing it was and how much of an advantage it gave him. Frequently, he was able to get a better deal just from teasing. Fallim might need more than that, but he doubted the big man would need more than a little oral.

However eager the prince was, he managed to keep quiet as he was led along. They passed by a number of small caverns, but never entered them. Saunak imagined that they were populated by slaves that didn't match his criteria, or with females.

Not that he had anything against them, but they didn't exactly have the equipment he wanted of late.

After a few more twists and turns - all memorized - they finally entered a chamber. The elephant took the torch from him, and as Fallim walked around the room, lighting doused torches, the slaves within came into view.

One and all, they were magnificent. From the magnificent white furred Arabian on the left to the well endowed crocodile on the right, the six males on display were of a species and size seldom seen back home. The mongoose grinned, feeling his baggy pants tighten quite a bit as hiscock rose up at the sight of so many handsome males.

"You have quite the collection, honored Fallim."

"I would dare to say I do. Please, look at them. I think you will find that they all meet your desire for...size."

The elephant was not wrong. Even from the cavern entrance, more than twenty feet away, the prince could see that there was not a cock shorter than 10 inches in the bunch, and all of them were kept at least half hard by a shimmering cock ring along the base of their shaft.

"Is that ring new? I don't remember it being on the slaves my brothers have bought."

"It is indeed. That, your highness, was developed by KL Inc., one of our sponsors. It serves to both mark a slave and to...adjust their bodies to a proper state."

"It sounds like quite the device."

"It is. It can force an erection, an orgasm, chastity, anything that a master might wish."

Saunak smiled at the thought. Definitely something that he would enjoy having on his slaves. Perhaps he could convince his father to invest in it, spread it over the slaves belonging to the whole family.

"Of course, highness, it will never come off once placed, so it is only used for lifelong slaves."

"Ah, that is a downside, I suppose," he said as he approached them. He didn't bother asking first; they were slaves, after all, and that meant their bodies were open to his inspection.

Immediately he realized that the Arabian was his best choice. Not only was the horse the best endowed at a full 18 inches, but he also had a marvelous physique, large but not as imposing as Windsire's. It helped that he also had a pleasing musk coming off of his shaft, one that left the prince's cock tingling. He smiled, groping himself through his baggy pants, pressing them tight to his erection before letting go.

He moved down the line, from horse to camel, from tiger to lion, to a rare shark, before finishing with the crocodile. They were all muscled and strong, sleek and powerful, and all incredibly sexy.

"It will be difficult to decide."

"Please, take your time."

The prince had every intention to do so, moving from one slave to another. He fondled them, stroking their cocks until they gasped and whimpered in need, giving them little teasing tastes and licks. As he moved from one to another, he started to pant with his own excitement, wondering how they would look once they'd been educated in how to dance for the court. He wanted desperately to buy them all, but there was no way he could afford that.

Unless he could strike a deal.

The footsteps of the elephant were heavy behind him, and he turned to speak.

"Bejeweled Fallim, might I -"

CRACK!

Something hard struck his head, and he hit the ground, immediately asleep.

Harsh ropes rasping at his wrists woke him, but it was the cock musk flooding his nose that made him open his eyes. A thick, flat tipped cock rested against his muzzle, and pre ran down it towards his eyes. It pooled along his cheeks, soaking his fur in the slick stuff. Looking past the fat shaft, he saw the rounded belly and jeweled tusk of the slave trader, and a smirk waiting for him.

"So you finally join us, Prince Saunak. I'm glad you're going to be awake for your collaring."

"Coll-"

"Oh yes. After that show you gave me, sniffing and groping those slaves, you can't tell me that you haven't thought of being a slave before. And I know there are other royals that would love a little prince under their thumbs. Or simply under them, for that matter."

The elephant ground his cock against Saunak's face, forcing the scent deeper into his thoughts. With his hands bound, Saunak couldn't push the elephant away, but he didn't mind admitting that he didn't want to. He moaned, his pants tented with an erection that wouldn't quit.

It didn't help as Fallim reached back and squeezed his cock through his pants. He jerked, arching his back and grinding against the thick gray fingers of the slave trader.

"Yes, look at that. You are so hard, so eager. I am amazed that you weren't simply sold off by your family to avoid your continual embarrassment from your slutty antics."

To Saunak's surprise, the elephant didn't pull his pants down, but merely continued to grope and rub him through the silky, baggy material. The soft clothing was specially made to be smooth and comforting, and as such, it was perfectly suited as a sexual material, as he was fast finding out. He squirmed, his cock quickly leaking into his pants, making the crotch wet and half see-through as the elephant stroked him.

As his cock was teased, the prince was treated to his first taste of the elephant's cock. Fallim lowered it just enough to press against his lips, and the next time Saunak moaned, it slid in. The thick shaft was nearly enough to strain his jaw, but the slaver pushed it in deeper, and deeper, each thrust taking it closer to the back of his mouth.

"Just as I said. You are not a prince, but a slut. Your family will probably thank me for collaring your cock today."

Cock collaring...cock ring! The mongoose's eyes went wild, darting around until he saw it. In the elephant's other hand was the same type of cock ring that the slaves were wearing. And then he remembered what the elephant had said.

"It will never come off once placed, so it is only used for lifetime slaves."

Despite his own proclivities, that was not a lifestyle that he wanted for himself. He squirmed, but the elephant's hand was faster, squeezing his balls hard enough to make him yelp around the big gray cock in his mouth.

"I am being kind, oh Prince of Sluts. Any more squirming, and you will go into your new life without a final free orgasm."

I may be wrong, but I doubt that matters now!

He bucked his hips forward, meaning to push the elephant's hand away, but instead he only ended up fucking the brute's fist. Saunak moaned, particularly as he could see bubbles of pre oozing out through his clothing.

"It seems you will not learn. A pity. But perhaps your new master can put you into place."

Fallim ripped away his pants, dragging them off of his cock. Without the obstruction of the cloth, his 9 inch shaft swayed in the air, dripping and throbbing eagerly.

"My my. You almost match those studs that you wanted. Perhaps someone else will purchase you for such things. But I doubt it."

The mongoose coughed as the elephant stepped back, dragging his cock free at the same time. As he gasped for breath, the slave trader grabbed hold of the prince's cock, squeezing it a few times until it was throbbing, right at the edge of orgasm. Saunak looked down, catching Fallim's eye as the elephant held the cock ring right above his shaft.

"Say goodbye for your freedom, Prince of Sluts."

"I would much prefer you call him, 'your highness', Slaver."

Windsire, I don't know whether to love or hate you right now, the prince thought as the elephant suddenly turned his head. The black stallion in the cavern entrance was an intimidating sight, particularly with the blood stains on his hands.A powerful distraction, if ever there was one.

But even with that, his stallion might not have been fast enough to get him free. Fortunately, Saunak was.

With his hands tied together, it was difficult to clap both them and his feet together at the same time, but he managed it. As soon as they clapped, the earth rolled beneath him, carrying the elephant along with it like wood carried on a stream. A series of finger snaps followed by stomps of his feet sent cracks going down the floor, releasing the stake the head the ropes restraining him.

As he leaped to his feet, the elephant scurried away, only to come to a halt at Windsire's legs.

"What...how? How did you..."

"Were none of you listening?"

"You - you said royalty -"

"And sage! My gods, are you all deaf?!"

Swinging his arms around in a dancing windmill, Saunak raised the earth beneath his feet, forcing it to carry him along. It stopped with a lurch, burying the elephant up to his thighs in dirt, and pinning him in place. Windsire helped, big hands on the elephant's shoulders as he looked up.

"Perhaps, highness, next time I should come with you. Like I wanted to this time."

"I was fine."

"Perhaps you would have been, but perhaps not."

"Yes...I guess it was a maybe."

Saunak shook his head, reaching down and picking up the slave ring that Fallim had dropped. Holding it in one hand, he looked down at the naked elephant. He had to admit, it hadn't been an unagreeable proposition until the trader had started talking about enslaving him. That shaft hadn't been the best he had gotten down his throat, but it hadn't been the worst either, in terms of taste. In terms of size, it was more than appreciable. And if it were free...

"Hold him down, Windsire."

"I already am, highness."

"I mean, make sure he doesn't squirm. I think I've found my first slave from the pits."

Fallim squirmed, but this time, there was no escape.

Two hours later, Saunak and Windsire emerged from the pit, with the elephant and two of his slaves - the Arabian and the crocodile - behind them. All were led along by leashes leading to their slave rings, each one held by the prince.

As Windsire placed the call for their driver, however, a series of gun clicks froze them in their place. The mongoose paused, looking around the entrance. A good half dozen men surrounded the hole, and he could see hints of others on the buildings that made up the marketplace boundaries. Someone definitely didn't want them to leave yet.

And judging by the sharp suit that the snow leopard approaching them was wearing, he imagined that was the guy.

"Is there a problem?"

"There may be, Prince Saunak, depending on circumstances."

"Who are you?"

"I do not believe that's very important," the feline said, looking down at a gloved hand. "What is, however, is that you have caused quite the delay in the auction."

"Then you're some official from them?"

"In the vaguest of ways, you can say that's true."

"If you're not that, then -"

"As I said, it is of no importance."

He sighed. "What do you want?"

"To collect a fine."

"You're...are you extorting me?"

"Not at all. The laws of Kusan City - which I am quite familiar with - state that any delay of a financial transaction on the part of an individual or group is punishable by fines, determined based on the base value of goods or material being transacted, the time delayed, and other factors. As a result, you owe Kusan City a total of $54,500."

"...You're joking."

"Or you can allow your two slaves to be returned, in which case, the fine drops to merely $15,000."

That will eat up everything that father gave me...

"Windsire."

"Yes, highness?"

"Get in touch with father. Have him...have him send the money." He paused, looking at the feline's crotch. "Unless you -"

"I am not, unfortunately, interested in such things, Prince Saunak."

"It was worth a try."

"And I give you a commendation for it. But please, make your decision."

"Have father send the money, Windsire."

The stallion nodded. As soon as the call was concluded, the guns were disarmed, and the feline turned.

"Thank you, your highness. Enjoy your remaining stay in Kusan City."

"Yeah, right..."

When they reached the limo, the slaves were put in the far end of the limo, while he and Windsire remained near the driver side. The mongoose collapsed into his seat, rubbing his forehead, while the stallion put a hand on his arm.

"Your-"

"Don't start."

"You know your father is going to-"

"Yes."

"Well...you were the one that wanted to be fucked."

Somehow, the bizarre informality of his stoic bodyguard got him laughing, and he kept laughing all the way back to the hotel.

The End