The Slave Market

Deidara squeezed into the back corner of the massive cage while putting as many bodies between him and the gawkers as possibly. He was hoping the bovine looking woman in particular surveying the human merchandise would not see him. Degenerate bastards! All of them! Seeking to purchase another person as if they were just a piece of property. He had no interest in being bought like property. His being here was due to a damn whore who had drugged him and sold him to slave merchants. Once he figured out where the hell he was, he would escape and kill that bitch. But first, he had to escape. His pale blue eyes narrowed with anger, glaring at the foul beasts who studied him and the other people through the bars like animals. He had already decided if he was bought to be a slave, he would kill his so called masters as soon as the first opportunity presented itself.

"That one!" the old cow mooed, pointing in his direction. "Her. I want her."

Her? What the hell was that fat, gray haired woman talking about? Surely she did not mean him. All of the women in the cage were gathered in a pitiful huddle on the other side crying and hugging each other while hiding their children in the middle of their circle. Following the direction in which her plump finger pointed, he realized with horror rising in his throat along with the bile that the old bitch was talking about him.

"You! You know I'm talking to you! Get out here," commanded the slave merchant. He was a skinny brown man who had a dirty oily look to him. His huge guard dogs flanked him on either side with their big beefy hands resting on the hilts of the swords at their waists.

Deidara swallowed hard to keep from vomiting. He had just been bought like something; in one brief moment, his very humanity had been stripped away. Reluctantly, he made his way through the stinking, filthy bodies in the cage. Fear had a smell, and it was terrible. Raising his nose into the air with pride, he refused to feel ashamed. He was here by no choice of his own. Soon he would make the choice to leave, killing anyone who dared to stand in his way.

"Keep your mouth shut, boy," the slave merchant growled in his ear. "Being some rich old biddie's lap dog would be better than being stuck in here."

Deidara chewed the inside of his cheek to keep quiet as one of the bodyguards unlocked the shackles and chains that bound his wrists and ankles. He dared to glower at the woman while she looked him over with disdain. It was a given he was a complete mess: dirty, smelly, and disheveled. None of them had been able to bathe in weeks while being transported on a ship to this place. Wherever they had landed was hot as hell which had only made the stench worse from their sweating bodies. He was pleased she found him so disgusting. Hopefully it would change her mind.

"Uh, she's so foul," the bitch whined, holding her fat finger under her nose.

Deidara's smile changed into a sinister smirk when he decided she would be the first to die during his bid for freedom. As if being bought as a slave was not demeaning enough, he had been further demoralized by being regarded as a female slave. He knew the slave merchant would be more than happy to be rid of him at any cost. It didn't matter that the cost was his dignity.

"Let's go. Follow me to your new home," the woman ordered him, swiftly turning her back on him. Gathering her skirts, she led him through the streets filled with people.

Deidara was surprised the large woman could move so quickly especially through the crowd. He actually had to jog a few times to catch up with her. Soon they left the throng of people cramming themselves into the market behind. The cobblestoned streets gave way to a wide dirt path. The houses became less numerous and bigger as they walked. After walking for what seemed miles, they came to a gated home. Once they were inside, he could see there were several buildings set in a U shape around an expansive garden that filled the courtyard.

"Over there," she commanded, pointing to one of the side buildings. "You can get your bath and fresh clothes over there. I will be back to retrieve you in a half hour to take you to your mistress."

"You're not the lady of the house?" he inquired, keeping his voice soft and feminine to maintain the charade started by the idiotic woman.

After a short burst of noxious laughter, she glowered at him grimly. "Absolutely not," she remarked as if deeply offended by his assumption. "I am the Chief Household Servant. My name is Honoka but you will call me madam. Do you understand?"

"I'm a slave. Not a moron," he retorted, smiling when anger flared in her eyes. He grunted when he received a stinging slap to the cheek to reprimand him.

"Know your place girl! Watch that mouth of yours!" she yelled, her beady eyes opening wide. "Off with you! Go wash off all of that muck. Hopefully, you won't still reek you wretched creature."

This woman was making it incredibly difficult for him to hold his temper while biding his time to wait for the perfect moment for a getaway. Tamping down his injured pride and welling anger, he turned to go to the place she had indicated. A bath would be a wonderful distraction and much needed necessity. He followed the young girl waiting for him on the steps into the house where he was led to a private room with a large cistern built into the floor that was full of steaming water. Thankfully Deidara was allowed to get a bath by himself so the truth about him would not be found out. He took as long as he possibly could to get clean, enjoying the warm water on his skin. Then the old hag began beating on the door yelling for him to hurry it up. Clothes had already been placed on the chair for him when he had entered the room. He would laughed if it weren't so demeaning that it was a servant girl's dress that had been left for him. It was a plain beige colored dress with a flared skirt and a dark brown apron to go over the top. This whole weird situation of mistaken identity might be funny if it did not piss him off so badly. Humiliation was being piled on top of humiliation. A particularly painful death must be plotted for these people - all of them. When the harpy yelled again he hurriedly dressed and brushed all of the tangles out of his long blond hair before pulling half of it back into a ponytail on his head. This was not the first time he had been mistaken for a woman but usually he was able to immediately set the record straight. His relatively small frame and short height for a man probably set off the assumption. The clincher had to be his gorgeous blond hair that flowed down his back in thick waves. Making sure to take exceptionally slow steps to the door, he opened it to see the woman waited for him tapping her foot impatiently.

"It's about damn time. I hope you're not always this slow or you will be useless," Honoka grumbled, turning in a shockingly elegant fashion on her heel. "I will be taking you to your mistress now."

Deidara was actually relieved by that information. He listened as she went on to explain that he(she) was bought to be a companion for the lady of the house because the master was leaving on a business trip that would take him away from home for quite a few months. He would be with her at all times, even sleeping in her room, so he could be at her side to fulfill her every need. Well, isn't this intriguing? He was bought to be a rich woman's pet like the slave merchant had said. It had been a double bonus when he knew this heifer would not be his mistress. This situation could have some positive possibilities after all.

~..-..~

Sanam sat at her dressing table staring at her reflection in the mirror. She furiously ripped the brush through her long caramel brown hair, then threw it at the reflective glass to watch the mirror shatter it into a thousand pieces. A slave! How dare he order that woman to buy her a slave! Sometimes she pure hated her husband. She cursed the day that man had stepped onto her father's merchant ship. At the time, she had been totally unaware that she was part of the merchandise for sale. The captivating man with the slanted black eyes and fair skin had enchanted her from the moment she saw him. Apparently she had the same effect on him with her light brown hair, sparkling round sea green eyes, and her lightly bronzed skin. The man who would be her husband was a rich merchant like her father who bought her along with most of the exotic cargo her father had sailed in with. She was as much of a slave as the girl they just bought from that detestable slave market at the port.

The loud knock on the door caused her to jump in surprise. Rolling her eyes and cursing under her breath, Sanam stood up to greet her servant girl. Although she was angry with her husband and Honoka, there was no reason to take it out on the party who was as helpless and trapped as her.

"Come in!" Sanam called, taking a deep breath. She did not want this and she did not want to have to endure Honoka's face that always looked at her with scorn.

"Mistress," Honoka declared somehow making the word sound like an insult.

Sanam rolled her eyes, sitting back down on the thickly padded cushion of the chair in front of her dressing table. Folding her hands in her lap as she waited for the old battle-ax to make the introductions, she stared at a speck on the wall past the woman's head to avoid looking at her. This woman had been the bane of her existence since she had arrived here five years ago. Honoka had been her husband's nursemaid and personal servant as he was growing up and on into manhood. She was fiercely protective of her master and detested her despite the fact she was his wife. The woman constantly reminded her that she was not worthy to be his wife because she was not a proper lady deserving of the stature of her husband.

"This is the servant girl I bought for you," she announced with a derisive tone, grabbing the blonde by the arm to pull him forward. "Introduce yourself girl."

"My name is Deidara," he said in girlish voice, keeping his eyes glued to floor as he bowed to his unseen mistress. He was afraid if he looked at anyone at the moment, he would kill them on sight without thinking.

"Mistress! What happened to your mirror?" Honoka screeched when she saw the destroyed glass laying in shards amongst the many glass bottles of lotions and perfumes on the dressing table.

"I saw a bug and threw my brush at it," she lied. She knew that the old woman could see through her lie but she really did not care because there was nothing that old bat could do about it. Despite Honoka's loathing for her, her husband loved her fiercely. She only wished she could do the same in return.

"I'll get that cleaned up and replaced, mistress," the enraged servant responded barely masking her anger and hatred for the young mistress.

"You can leave now," Sanam commanded with glee from being able to order the annoying woman out of her room. She scowled at the woman as she bowed then quickly left. "Come here," she said, turning her attention to the pretty blonde who was still surveying the floor intently.

Deidara walked toward the source of the voice. A teal green silk skirt covered by a flimsy see through fabric in the same color came into view. He could not see her legs because the skirt flowed to floor and pooled at her feet. His breathing ceased when the woman moved to cross her legs causing the skirt to split and reveal a pair of suntanned legs and bare feet. There were tattoos around her ankles in a reddish brown ink that looked like intricate bracelets. His eyes slowly traveled up her lengthy legs to her delicate hands that were folded on the knee of her now primly crossed legs.

"Yes, my mistress?" he mumbled, falling to his knees in front of her. This ordeal was getting better and better and suddenly did not seem so bad.

"Let me see your face," she murmured, waiting for him to raise his eyes to hers.

Deidara's eyes skimmed over her bare middle to the top that looked like nothing more than a bra with silver embellishments on it. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and halted completely when he saw her beautiful face. He gaped at her when her dark pink lips turned upwards into a smile.

"Oh, my mistress," he gushed breathily, looking into her eyes that were almost the same color as her clothes. If she dared to call that skimpy outfit clothing, he was fine with that.

"You have the most beautiful hair. Such a unique color," she commented, thrusting her hands into his thick hair. Her fingers twisted into the silky locks, pulling slightly. The sound the girl made surprised her. It was a deep guttural groan like that of a man. There was something strange about this girl.

Deidara closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of her fingers working their way through his extensive waves. As her hand stroked over the full length of his hair, smoothing it down his back, he realized she was petting him. Yep, being petted like a dog had its benefits. He could feel her eyes on his face as she studied him carefully. Opening his eyes, they met her unusual aqua colored ones.

Sanam stared at the person she was now shamelessly manhandling. She had never seen such lovely hair in all of her life and those almost colorless blue eyes were absolutely captivating. At first glance this person did indeed appear to be a girl with the lustrous blond hair and the petite, slight build of the body. The eyes were the loveliest shade of pale blue, arctic and icy not only in their hue but the emotion held there. She moved the lengthy bangs obscuring one beautiful eye to look into both at the same time. Her fingers tipped up the person's chin to get a better look at the delicately structured face that could be construed as femininely pretty but there was a distinct angularity to the chin and jaw.

Deidara stared at the woman wondering what in the hell she was doing. His eyes followed hers as they surveyed every inch of his face. He held his breath when her eyes hovered over his full pink lips just before her thumbs brush across them.

"So beautiful," she mumured, lowering her mouth to taste the luscious looking lips. This would be the true test to determine the sex of the person in front of her. She sighed when slightly calloused hands cupped her cheeks to bring their lips together a bit tighter. After experiencing that kiss, it no longer mattered if the stranger was a man or a woman. She kissed them again, her belly tightening with arousal upon hearing another groan from deep within their throat. "Stand up," she whispered against the lips kissing hers. A grunt escaped her when the lips were removed and he/she stood up in front of her. Her eyes held the intense blue ones as she slid her hands underneath the skirt. Rock hard thigh muscles flinched under her fingers as she glided her hands upward. Avoiding the most obvious area, she slid her hands over the hips to the narrow waist. Her fingers slowly glided back over the hips to the firm round rear where she stopped when she felt a hand slide through her hair and pull slightly.

"Please stop," he begged, his voice deep and definitely masculine.

"You're not a girl are you?" she questioned him despite already having her answer. She bit her lower lip when the blue eyes were shielded from her view as his eyelids dropped and he sighed loudly.

"No, I'm not. I just didn't tell the cow anything different since she was stupid enough to make the mistake," he admitted, allowing his voice to lower even further to its normal tone. He opened his eyes to look into hers once more. "I never meant to deceive you. I just didn't see the point in addressing her pathetic assumption."

Sanam smiled, standing up in front of him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she was very happy to see he was just her size being the same height. Her husband loomed over her by at least a foot and outweighed her by nearly a hundred pounds with most of it being pure muscle.

"Good. I'm glad you kept your mouth shut about being male," she said, pressing her lips to his.

There was a desperate hunger in her kiss betraying an appetite begging to be sated. Far be it from him not to honor his mistress's wishes. That was what he bought for after all. He untied the simple top that tied behind her back before moving his hands up to release the bow at the neck. After watching the fabric fall away, he virtually salivated upon seeing her dark brown nipples against the golden skin of her breasts. His hands covered her small, perky breasts, flicking the nipples with his thumbs.

Sanam trembled under his provocative touch. It had been so long since her husband had laid a hand on her. She was becoming suspicious that he preferred the company of men especially due to the inordinate amount of time he spent with a certain male friend of his. Right now she did not want to think about him. Reveling in the sensations being stirred up by the pretty, young blonde man in her arms, she pressed her breasts into his grasping hands. Her arms tightened around his neck as if to prevent his lips from moving away from hers. She moaned his name as they slid over her chin to press kisses to her neck. Pulling at the skirt of the dress he wore, she gathered it around his waist. A loud gasp ripped from her throat when something big and hard pressed against her. It was warm and twitched spastically against her belly. Her hand covered the velvety soft head before sliding down the rock hard shaft. She felt a sudden gush of wetness between her thighs when he moaned in her ear. She wanted him.

Deidara moaned again, pushing into her hand as she continued to pump him. He found the tie to her skirt and released it to send the piece of silk to the floor. He grabbed her knee, pulling it up by his waist. Bending his knees slightly to maneuver under her, he easily slid into her wet and wanting body.

Sanam threw back her head, crying out with pleasure as he moved inside of her. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man. Her hands reached around to grasp his ass, pulling him into her as he held her around the waist. She pressed her lips to his to stifle their moans of absolute pleasure.

"Oh, mistress," he murmured against her neck as he continued to thrust into her wonderfully pleasing body.

"Deidara, you're incredible. You feel so good," she gasped, digging her fingernails into his muscular ass. "Do you like me? Do you like being inside of me?"

"Yes, mistress. Very much. I'll do it as often as you like, mistress," he said, beginning to pant as the climax came closer.

Sanam liked hearing him call her mistress. It aroused her as much as watching his gorgeous face while he screwed her hard. "Come on, sweetheart," she urged him, kissing him quickly. She could tell he was close to going over. Her arms moved to twist around his waist so he could move as fast and hard as he wanted.

"Come with me. Please," he begged, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her lips to his.

Sanam tore her lips away from his to cry out as the orgasm broke and raced her body sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She rode out the aftershocks of many smaller orgasms while he continued to shove into her until he finally released inside of her with an animalistic howl of ecstasy.

"You're the best girl I've ever had," she teased, kissing his lips.

"I think I'm going to like being your girl, mistress," he murmured, moving her to the bed. He kissed her while he explored her lovely slim body with his hands.

"Can you do it again?" she asked when his mouth covered her erect nipple.

"Be patient." He covered her belly with kisses as he continued to slide lower.

Sanam cried out when his tongue slid into her. The sensation was shocking in a good way as it made her body tremble with carnal bliss. She had never had a man do this before, and she was sure it was going to make her lose her mind as he used his mouth and tongue on the most intimate manifestation of her femininity. "D-D-D-Deidara!" she stuttered, her body quaking as if she were experiencing an earthquake from the inside out.

A shriek tore from her lips when he held her hips down with his hands and suctioned his mouth to her body. Soon she was sobbing his name and writhing under his mouth so hard he could not hang on to her anymore. She had climaxed, and he was ready to be back inside of her.

"You're so delicious, mistress," Deidara said, pressing his mouth to hers. He sighed with pleasure as she began to lick the evidence of her climax from his chin and cheeks. This aroused him so much he accidentally slammed into her hard enough to hurt her.

"It's all right," she assured him, her big teal green eyes tearing up slightly.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing her gently as he moved slowly and carefully inside of her.

Sanam enclosed his shoulders with her arms, concentrating on the pleasure that he was giving her body. She kissed his neck, sliding her hand down his smooth hairless chest. Her body shuddered as the tightening pressure began to build deep within her. He was going to make her explode with another orgasm, and she couldn't wait.

Deidara pushed himself up on his hands to hover over her. He wanted to watch her face this time as she climaxed. His eyes covetously stared at her face relishing every little twinge of pleasure that registered in her expression. He experimentally pushed into her harder and deeper. When she reacted with a low moan, he did again.

"Yes, please, keep doing that," she begged, spreading her legs wider for him. She whimpered, biting her lower lip to hold back a shriek of ecstasy.

Deidara thrust into her fast and hard, allowing himself to get carried away with the sexually gratifying feelings surging through his body. He yelped with surprise and pleasure when she began to convulse and writhe under him with another orgasm. His own release was pulled out of him as her body spastically tightened around him. He laid down beside her, breathing heavily as he tried to recover from the insane amount of pleasure. He never knew being owned could be so wonderful. She was his mistress, and he was her girl. Never had his being mistaken for a girl been such a pleasurable experience.