And she feels so faint, so lost, so helpless, held securely, knowing there is nothing she can do, that she sees her fate decided in front of her. Indianporn …But the slave trader frowns, he scowls, he shouts with a scorn heard clearly at the back of the crowd: “PITIFUL BIDS! And as they held her she gaped at the sea of faces in front of her, people covering the whole square, leering faces, stern faces, laughing faces, handsome faces, ugly faces , mostly male, a few females, all looking at her with undisguised lust and brute desire. ABSOLUTELY PITIFUL! “25 sestercies” shouts an old lecher, wrinkled, bald, fat and singularly unappealing, trying to buy some young flesh to regain youth by fucking a young girl, and then to have her as a prize, to show her off and share her with fellow reprobates, to have her turn shows with male slaves bought solely for their extraordinary equipment, to perform with dogs and donkeys… “75!” cried the mercenaries,
