FSTR - Chapter 7

Chapter Seven - Pitch Black Buyer

"You are but a useless rag. I hope you found your place in the world." Whispered the Head Whipper as he lifted his breechers up, finishing torturing an innocent soul, looking at her naked body curled into a ball because of the trauma. She didn't enjoy this even for a single second. Such cases would be extremely rare.

"I didn't do anything to deserve this." She yelled in deep emotional pain a second before the Head Whipper was exiting the Captain's Cabin. She grabbed a teapot located over a small table near the bed and tossed it towards him, hitting him on the back but causing little pain.

He just felt a slight burn on the left side of his lower back. There wasn't any water on it and the spout of the Iron Teapot wasn't sharp or pointy enough to stab. The only damage it would do, is by hard impact.

But holding in his rage, very close to cracking his whip. He let go of it and coldly expressed towards that attack with. "Don't worry. Soon enough you will please one man only, you'll get used to the sexual abuse. But for now, enjoy 30 men to prepare you. But remember, don't get pregnant."

Even at this point, he was harassing her, how cold could one soul get? He exited the Captain's Cabin afterwards, but her countless emotional traumas from this day, remained in the Cabin with her.

"No. You heartless monster!" He heard the victim saying as he shut the door with a large bang, leaving her naked in there.

"I almost feel bad for this one. She really seemed like she didn't enjoy her fate. I mean at least it didn't start off with 30 men raping her." He confessed to the Whipper who was standing Guard at the door.

The Whipper could sense a bit of regret on the Head Whipper. But that Whipper himself knew, that this isn't the Head Whipper's first rape victim. He raped countless women of poorer financial standards even before the slaves arrived.

Children, teenagers, married women, no female was bad enough not to rape for him. And since he has a high status in Hawk Kingdom, he escaped unpunished in each crime.

Leaving a lot of women with emotional traumas, some reaching the point of suicide and some being tossed on the streets like rags from their families who blamed the victims for being raped, where they faced evem more rape because they no longer had protection. How much more bizzare can it get?

The Whipper first glanced at the naked woman inside, not to get the next turn but to make sure that she is in one piece. "Judging from the screams and cries for help, I thought you were cutting off her fingers. She really didn't enjoy it."

Pointed out the Whipper, feeling grief for the victim but not showing it. He himself never raped a woman before, even though he clearly had the chance to do soo. Reasons? Numerous.

The Head Whipper aimining to cut the conversation short and go spiral down a bottle of quality ale based on his wicked tradition he built up over the years of Victims, "Whatever the case, this scene remains here. If i end up in a dungeon, you will end up in a gang rape. These filthy dogs would rape anything. They are...hungry."

Threatened the Head Whipper, looking at the Whipper's eyes inserting authority, assuring that he doesn't make a deadly mistake of spreading the word about this. But the Whipper didn't feel fear even though he agreed to his words. He agreed so he doesn't have to see the Head Whipper anymore.

"Sir Head Whipper. There was an accident in the mines." Exclaimed a Patrol Guard under his breath as he ran towards the Head Whipper through the long wooden plank connecting the shore to the upper deck.

"Breathe son. What happened?" Yelled the Head Whipper, trying his best to understand the Patrol Guard with his last nerve.

Out of fear, the Patrol Guard took a few quick breaths and explained. "Several men, including Whippers, are being dug out of a tunnel Collapse. Most of the victims are dead and the survivors are heavily injured. We await for your command."

Being left in charge of the mines, it is the Head Whipper's responsibility to manage the mine or any disaster led towards it. To lead be it paid miners, slaves or Whippers to safety is his responsibility as well.

Being taught to handle situations cheaply but also according to status, he swiftly commanded. "Put the ones critically injured out of their misery. If the Victims are Whippers, make sure their families get the compensation the King approved upon. 50 Silver Coins." He pointed out in detail, making sure the Patrol Guard doesn't mess up the situation more than it already is.

Hearing clearly what the Head Whipper commanded, the Patrol Guard felt capable enough to handle this mess now that he received some Guidance. "I will arrange everything Sir. But what about the victims who are slaves?"

"Send them down the river. It's not worth spending Coins or even space in the graveyards for these rags." Slowly ordered the Head Whipper while avoiding eye contact and afterwards told the Whipper who stood Guard on the Door.

"Tell the men to stop raping these women, we lost slaves and Whippers. The Kingdom will need that Gold back as soon as possible. Get the Women ready." At least with this way, the untouched slaves lose any chance of having to withstand rape. The HeadWhipper obviously didn't care for their safety, but for their gold value instead.

Hating the Head Whipper's presence but also a bit happy because these women won't have to withstand this rape spree anymore, the Whipper swiftly claimed. "Of course sir. I will handle everything. The Women will be available for sale in an hour. You will be there to host the sale. I need to learn more from your bargaining skills." Explained the Whipper in aims to raise the Head Whipper's ego.

These were just lies, lies so he can fit in with these corrupt souls. A burden got lifted from his heart knowing that the lady in the Captain's Cabin who witnessed the toughest trauma, won't have to deal with a crowd of lusty men leaving her insane at the end.

She was never touched by a man before but ended up in the hands of this heartless maniac. The Whipper couldn't do anything but suppress his grief and aim to fight when the time is right. I'm sure that a lot of questions popped up in your head now. For what would this Whipper fight for? He too earns a living from the suffering of others.

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"How many buyers do we have?" Asked the head Whipper as he walked in the Castle. Witnessing the ladies being perfectly dressed in clean clothes, and of course the ladies themselves are considered washed due to the trip towards the river they were forced too.

The ladies were all lined up in 3 horizontal rows, witnessing several buyers in front of them. The "untouched" women were set on a different row next to the main row, becoming the main attention of the buyers. Having an untouched slave seems to be a pride for them. This is worst than trophy hunting.

Having some information about these buyers to point out, the Whipper "learning" from the Head Whippers bargaining skills, claimed. "Sir, there are only a few, and they are known to buy more than one. Who we can't sell, we can transfer to the other Domains of the Iron Boot Alliance where of course the profit will arrive to the Castle eventually." If not yet clear, this is the same Whipper who stood Guard for him at the Captain's Cabin back at the ship.

Satisfied of this profitable opportunity, a half smile arose on the Head Whippers face and he continued in a low tone. "Splendid. let's start the sale!" But afterwards his voice suddenly arose, to catch attention from the buyers. "Who wants to start of the sales? Who will be our first buyer?"

"I'll pay a gold coin for the large breasted one." Shamelessly yelled a buyer, pointing at the Head Whipper's actual rape victim.

"Only one? Look at this fine lady. She is heavier than you even though she isn't obesse." Pointed out the Head Whipper, putting the 5 foot tall buyer into shame. "Give me an offer that I would take into consideration!"

"I'll pay 3 Gold Coins for the Large breasted Woman!" Yelled out another man, standing 6 foot tall with a short slim beard, growing in the middle of his chin and he was dressed in cheap rags.

From appearance it was clear that he is perverted, (Not because of the cheap clothes he was wearing, but because of the visible lust in his eyes, tones and intentions.).

Having the chance to "experience" her value, he was still not pleased with the offers. "Can I hear a higher price? I want to hear 4 Gold Coins at least or she goes down the river."

Exclaimed the Head Whipper as he noticed how much attention that victim is getting. For these lusty men, her price can outmatch the value of the untouched women. It can go up to 10 Gold Coins.

This victim is very sexually attractive, and the nice clothing just made her look even more attractive. These buyers value physical attraction only, so the Head Whipper was using it against them.

One man observing the situation quietly from the background, calculating, thinking, was in the small crowd of buyers. He didn't make a sound until now, but he found the opportunity to make his unmatchable offer.

He walked a couple of feet away from the crowd of Buyers, with a short neat black beard surrounding his lower face and with pitch medium long black hair oiled to the back of his head, it was enough to show how much he paid attention to elegance and appearance.

His pitch black clothes of great quality enhanced his appearance and his mature age of 27 years old helped as well.

With a confident stable tone he bargained. "Judging from what I saw so far, the King would make roughly 300 Gold Coins from this female slave sale. 300, of course if he sells them all on Hawk Kingdom today. If they get shipped on other domains, the transport and food expenses for taking the remaining slaves there, and bringing back the Gold once they are sold, will only lower your overall profit of 300 Gold Coins."

"Sir Arthur. I didn't expect you here."

Pointed out the Head Whipper, interrupting Arthur's word and he gave a small laugh afterwards. But above all, he was very surprised to find Arthur in the crowd of these lusty buyers. "Your needs finally overwhelmed you ha?"

Feeling superiority on conversation over such a fool, Arthur confidently replied. "Quite the opposite. I'm looking at these ladies from a business point of view. I'm willing to offer 500 Gold Coins to take all of these Women off of your hands. That sums up a value of 6.25 Gold Coins per person, you won't be able to get a better deal even if you sell them to the Revolutionary Alliance, that is of course if they even consider your offer."

Wildly puzzled, The Head Whipper couldn't help asking in a calmer tone. "And what do you plan to do with 80 women?"

"That shouldn't concern you. Once I buy them, they are free and clear for me to use, sell or basically do anything I please with them without the Castle being able to do anything about it. This isn't your first slave sale. Haven't you learned the rules already?" Arthur was no stranger to business.

And indeed his mind is more than capable for outsmarting and outarguing an illiterate man like the Head Whipper. It was child's play for him. He even beat the Head Whipper in his own cold souled language.

"Uuuuuuuu..." Was heard from the crowd of women who noticed well that The Head Whipper got burned in the conversation.

"Silence slaves!" Yelled the Head Whipper. If Arthur wasn't a man of power who can have him easily beheaded, the head Whipper wouldn't hesitate to leave a whip mark on Arthur's face for running his mouth. But he hesitated and tried to burn Arthur in another way. Gold.

"Either way. I say where these ladies are sold and for how much they are sold. If you want them all, bring a sack carrying 700 Gold Coins in total. The Kingdom earns well enough to consider a profit less than 1,000 Coins something to not bother about." Claimed the Head Whipper calmly, aiming to squeeze more gold out of Arthur as revenge for the minor humiliation he brought upon him, apart from that he was trying to gain superiority in this business deal.

"Child. If you waste so much as 20 Gold Coins, you swim down the river in two pieces taking your reputation with you. Don't tell me anything about business. But my offer still stands, I will not scoop low enough to damage the offer. 500 Gold Coins is my final offer! Take it or leave it."