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Debauchery Hunter

Chapter 12

-VB-

C7 and C77 wandered the streets of Kami Miyako, the capital city of the Slane Theocracy in the New World where Maruyama's Overlord takes place.

Their reason for being here was simple: buy eleven slaves to serve as concubines for the Hive Mind. Because right now, the Hive Mind and the three concubines we did have were reaching a critical stress point.

Sorry, critical stress point understated the horrendous state the Hive Mind was in.

It understated the situation because clones were collapsing from aneurysms in the middle of farmwork.

So … as loathesome as slavery was, we needed something quick and immediate that wouldn’t raise red flags with Earth Malacite locals.

Also, if they didn’t want to be our concubines, then we could just put them to work for a year and then let them free afterwards. It would be interesting how elves would adapt to my kingdom (we highly doubted elves from this particular universe would like to go back to their homeland).

The slave markets here were … horrendous. It was on par with the one where we bought the bunny warrior girls from.

The two of us came to a stop in front of a podium where a bunch of slaves were being sold. Many of them were scarred… and that actually brought their prices down.

"Next, we have an elven warrior freshly captured from the frontlines!" the auctioneer sounded off as a woman was dragged onto the stage in chains. She had been stripped naked. She stood out because she was heavily scarred, many of them criss crossing over each other. The biggest one we could see ran from the top of her left shoulder blade and cut down to the bottom of her left butt cheek. "She's a little rebellious but she can pack a mean punch! A great slave for adventurers! Starting call price is 100 silvers!"

We waited as the price climbed but not very high. The price went up as far as 290 silvers and then stalled.

"Going once, going twice-"

C77 raised his hand.

"I see a gentleman calling 300-!"

We ignored him as the rest of the buyers gave up.

"Sold to the gentleman in black armor and helmet for 300 silvers!"

C77 walked over, pulling out silver coins we received at the exchange at the entrance of the general marketplace. Raw gold nuggets went far.

C7 stood waiting as another elven woman was pulled up while C77 went to finalize the purchase with the auctioneer's assistant.

The next slave looked less like a warrior and more like a -.

"This one here is a half-elf from Kami Miyako itself! Her owner had to sell her to cover his debt. She's a guaranteed virgin and only nineteen years old. Bid price starts at 300!"

Her price went up fast and high.

When we finally decided to raise our hand, she was worth a gold coin. But then we had to compete with another buyer and kept competing until the price went up to 2 gold coins.

"Sold to the gentleman dressed in the same black armor and helmet as the previous buyer!"

By the time C7 went to finalize the purchase, C77 was back with the downtrodden elven warrior in tow in mannacles. We continued to buy slaves like this, outbidding anyone and taking turns bidding and collecting slaves. When the sun set and the slave markets closed up, we had bought a total of nineteen slaves, all women.

We had a good idea what kind of slave auction this was.

We opened a Doormaker gate and led them through to our kingdom on the other side.

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Noya never saw a human man - or men - look at her scar and find her attractive.

She didn’t want a human to find her attractive in the first place, but it had always stung a little that she was so far low on the attraction hierarchy.

The only person who remotely found her attractive was the damned elven king, and she didn’t want to get anywhere close to him. It was just fortunate that she was made into a slave after losing, hmm?

She expected to be sold to some adventurer who wanted a competent fighter or something like that… not this.

Wearing a black semi-transparent lingerie, Noya found herself sitting on a very luxurious bed. The sheets were whiter than anything she’s ever seen, and actually sitting on top of it, even though her new master had shown her washrooms that she just used, felt like she was soiling it. The room she was now in - “This is your room,” her new master had just declared before tossing her a key and walking away - was equally luxurious as the bed. For one, the entire floor was carpeted with light green, aquamarine, and light yellow striped carpet. This feature alone made the room worth as much as her, if not more.

She also couldn’t ignore the fact that there was a polished wooden wardrobe, a private bathroom attached to “her” room, and a fireless light that she could turn on and off with the flick of a switch.

Oh, and she knew for a fact that whatever magic that let the fire-less light work was worth more than a battalion of elven rangers, because no one else knew how to do it, right?

Had she been bought by a high-ranking magicians? It was the only possible conclusion she could come to.

But then again, she knew right off the bat her master was a magician, because no one could use that kind of movement magic. That “portal” thing. If they did, then they would have already been known and lauded as the greatest magician alive.

‘Or some kind of king…’

She was the first of the slaves they bought, and had been there to watch them spend silver and gold in flowing quantities that left her shocked.

What happened after they were led here had even further cemented her thoughts about how important he might be.

He offered them choices. He, or rather they, explained that they had been bought as sex slaves, but if they truly did not wish to have sex, then he would just put them to work doing other things before releasing them.

It was too good to be true. She thought that. All other elves thought that.

A curious and brave few took them on the offer.

And didn’t get killed.

Didn’t get struck.

But Noya… she wanted to be touched. Even back at home, she had been designated as “unattractive” despite her facial beauty because her body was … muscular. Not as muscular as most of the brawny men but still noticeably big.

Knock knock.

She jolted up. She looked towards the door.

“May I come in, Noya?” It was the master.

“Y-Yes.”

He opened the door and walked in, and her breath hitched when she saw that he was in his bathrobe with only a measly soft-looking woolen belt keeping his modesty in check. He closed the door behind him, walked over to her slowly as if to not alarm her, and then gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed while turning his chest to face her.

Noya fidgetted in … she couldn't say fear or anxiety. She anticipated something like this, and certainly knew that it would happen, but she expected to be assaulted by an arrogant man, not someone who took time to talk with her before all this.

"H-how will we go about this?" she asked with an attempt bravado, but she stuttered and came out as a stutter.

"We can get right into it," he hummed as he raised his hand and brushed her chin. "But that might be as pleasurable for you as it is for me, which is not only what we want." He leaned in a little, and she could see the want in his eyes. "We want you to willingly drag us into your room because you want to have sex with us."

"... Even though I'm a slave?"

She had no doubts about exactly what would happen if she tried to escape. She saw the fortress outside the wide glass window in her room. If he wanted, then Alan could force himself on her and she would have no choice but to take it.

Suicide might not even be possible; she didn't know what kind of magic he had - or how well versed he was in how may fields of it.

"Would you like us to be gentle at the start?"

Noya stiltedly nodded. She hiccuped in surprise when his hands … reached for her waist. They laid themselves softly on her and he -. "Mmpf!" He kissed her.

It was chaste at first. And brief.

And then he grew a little … invasive. She felt his tongue slip in between her lips and she obediently opened her mouth.

His tongue slipped in further and coaxed her own tongue. She responded hesitantly. She knew nothing about actually doing sex!

He was definitely gentle with her, though. Her first time could have been so mich worse.

She flinched each time not in fear but little pleasure each time his fingers ran along her scars while they kissed.

And then he cupped her boobs.

She broke the kiss and covered her face with her hands. She felt so fucking embarrassed!

He cooed at her as he laid her down on the bed and then got on top of her. He pried her hands away from her face, and she saw his smile.

"You're sexy, Noya."

She bit her lips, and then her eyes widened when she felt one of his hands down there.

"A-ahhh!" she mewled when his fingers slipped into her. She reached up and grabbed his arms and hiccuped again as he began to pump her. "Nnnooo…!" she whimpered wantonly. As he picked up the pace of his fingering, she felt a climax build up quickly.

Her back arched and she nearly screamed as she came.

She laid there, dazed as the peak of euphoria that had permeated all of her for a moment began to subside.

And then she saw Alan pull his robe off.

She turned away, blushing heavily. She didn't resist as he pulled her legs up and apart.

"I'm going in."

She felt the tip of his dick brush against her wet womanhood, and then slid in.

She panted as his dick stretched her apart and slowly stuffed her full.

Then her vision whitened when he pushed against the deepest part of her.

S-she just came from that, didn't she…?

Her vagina flexed and loosened around his girth, finding the right size before settling down.

He began to move, sliding out of her. Her breath hitched as she felt him throb inside of her and felt all manners of grooves and contours grind against each other.

She gasped and nearly cried when he began pushing back into her. Her grip tightened on his arms and she was dangerously close to breaking her lips on her teeth.

Noya moaned throatily - not for his pleasure but because she wasn't in full control of herself - as he pumped her in earnest, ramming himself into her.

He groped her large tits, squeezing them, as he stole another kiss from her while his thing twisted the shape of her vagina.

She lost all sense of time. All she felt was her orgasm building and the ever slowly increasing pace he pounded into her.

She wrapped herself around him as she braced herself -.

"AHHHH!" she screamed as she came and held onto him as she felt something hot splatter in her.

Noya panted as she began to come down from the ecstasy, but at what felt like halfway through the come down, Alan pulled out of her.

He kissed her again as he pulled the blanket over them.

She clung onto him even though they were both sticky and hot…. Wait, only she was sticky, smelly, and hot?

'Whatever,' she thought as she drifted asleep in the arms of her master.

This could have been so much worse.

Noya considered herself lucky.