When I (Stephan) was a kid our small village got raided by Bandits. They killed my father and captured my Mother. I survived because I hid in a closet. I could watch them drag my Mother away. I never saw her again. I grew up in the streets, and when I was old enough I joined some Mercenaries where I learned to fight and earned my first money. Now an accomplished Mercenary I went all over the place for contracts and I got to see many parts of the world. One day, in Egypt for a mercenary contract I got lead to a secret slave market by a local. They sell all kind of people there, mostly subsaharan africans males and females as working slaves. But the more expensive ones were white europeans or slavs captured in muslim conquests into europe or asia. Mostly beautiful blonde women sold as pleasure slaves to wealthy arab businessmen. I walked down the market, giving them a good look, when I spot a woman looking strangely known to me. I couldnt quite pin it down but then it hit me. Its was my long gone Mother. She was chained to a wooden pole, breasts exposed for everyone to see. She had her eyes closed because because of that humiliation. I was shocked as the realization hit me.
Angelica
When I (Stephan) was a kid our small village got raided by Bandits. They killed my father and captured my Mother. I survived because I hid in a closet. I could watch them drag my Mother away. I never saw her again. I grew up in the streets, and when I was old enough I joined some Mercenaries where I learned to fight and earned my first money. Now an accomplished Mercenary I went all over the place for contracts and I got to see many parts of the world. One day, in Egypt for a mercenary contract I got lead to a secret slave market by a local. They sell all kind of people there, mostly subsaharan africans males and females as working slaves. But the more expensive ones were white europeans or slavs captured in muslim conquests into europe or asia. Mostly beautiful blonde women sold as pleasure slaves to wealthy arab businessmen. I walked down the market, giving them a good look, when I spot a woman looking strangely known to me. I couldnt quite pin it down but then it hit me. Its was my long gone Mother. She was chained to a wooden pole, breasts exposed for everyone to see. She had her eyes closed because because of that humiliation. I was shocked as the realization hit me.
As I realized it was my own mother that was beeing offered here at the slavemarket like a cheap piece of meat, many emotions run through my body. I must have stared at her for a long time, because the slavemaster grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it, shouting into my direction: "good slave, much pleasure. Only 3000 gold coins." My mother still having her eyes closed didnt seem to react in any way to beeing touched like that, she must be used to it. My mind was racing, what I shall do. I had 2500 gold coins to my name, a year worth of salary for a mercenary like me. I approached the slavemaster, still not knowing exactly what to do and ask him: "Can I ask her some questions myself?" He answered: "Sure, if you know language of her, she speaks foreign language." I look at my mother, she still seems to try to ignore the world around her, and I ask her: