Travels of a Girl Trader
 
 A story of captivity, cannibalism, and capitalism, about a trader and purveyor of fine female flesh trying to make his fortune as he travels throughout the land.
 
 Tags: MF/f, fantasy, slavery, consensual, reluctant, non-consensual, objectification, pettification, cannibalism, vore
 
 --1. Welcome to Haven--
 
 "Hey there mister, I haven't seen you around Haven before." the barkeep said, as she pushed an ale across the counter. "New in town?"
 
 "..Yeah." he grunted, after taking a long pull of the weakly alcoholic drink.
 
 "You look a bit down.." the barkeep observed, as she leaned her elbows down to rest on the surface of the counter. Her posture gave him a rather nice view down into her low cut top, although unfortunately he wasn't in much of a mood to appreciate it. "Did you run into trouble on the road?"
 
 "Hmph." he snorted, pulling his gaze away from her cleavage to look her in the eyes. "Yeah, you could say that. The damn bridge east of town collapsed right out from underneath me as I was crossing it this morning. I lost pretty much everything I had. My cart, my ponies, and all of my stock."
 
 "Ouch. I heard that the bridge fell." the barkeep replied, shaking her head. "I hadn't realized that anyone was on it when it went, though. I'm surprised that you managed to make it off alright. The river is nasty where it runs through that part of the gorge."
 
 "Yeah. I heard the bridge begin creaking as soon as I started crossing, but it was already too late to turn around by that point. I managed to grab my pack and leap clear of my cart just as the supports gave out from beneath it." he said, taking another swig of his drink. "I couldn't do anything but hang there on a broken board and watch as my ponies got pulled right off the bridge after my cart. Poor things probably wouldn't have had a chance of surviving the long drop down to the water anyway, even if they hadn't already been all tangled up in their harnesses. I'm sure that they all drowned in the rapids."
 
 "That's a shame." the girl commiserated.
 
 "Yeah. And of course all my livestock were tied off to the back of the cart, so even the ones that hadn't been on the bridge when it collapsed got drug off the cliff edge and down into the river too." he sighed, shaking his head at the waste. "Which means I'm damn near broke. I've got nothing but my small trading pack, the clothes on my back, and a nearly empty purse."
 
 "You're a trader, then?" the barkeep asked.
 
 "Yep." he said with a pop of his lips as he finished off his drink before bowing with a little flourish. "Torrence the girl trader, at your service. Only I don't have any girls left to trade now, thanks to that damn rotten bridge."
 
 "Hmm.. it really is too bad you lost your stock. We haven't had a girl trader come through Haven for quite awhile." the barkeep mused. "I'm sure you would have done well here."
 
 "That's good to know. Not much use to me right now, but good to know anyway." he replied. "How much do I owe you for the drink?"
 
 "Ah, it's on the house." the barkeep said, waving his proffered coin purse away. "I couldn't take any money from a man in your situation. What'll you do now?"
 
 "Thank you." he said with a grateful nod. "I suppose now I'll find the cheapest inn in town and sleep off the rest of this horrible day. Then tomorrow I'll take what little money I have left and try to buy a few girls and start over."
 
 "Want me to spread the word around?" the barkeep asked, her expression brightening as she stood up. "I'm sure that there are at least a few of my customers that would love the chance to turn some of their extra girls into cash."
 
 "Why not? Thank you. Tell anyone who is interested to come by the well in the town square around mid-morning tomorrow." he replied with a shrug and a faint grin. "Also tell them not to expect me to pay premium prices, though. I'm certainly not in a position to afford them, right now."
 
 "Sure thing." the barkeep said easily, giving him a sunny smile. "Good luck!"
 
 --
 
 "Hmm.. not bad." he commented, as he looked over the two girls before him. "Not bad at all."
 
 It was the next morning. He was standing next to the town's well, looking over his first potential purchase of the day. The two young women were sisters, and it showed. There were both average in height, slim, and very blonde. Their mother stood behind them, a neutral expression on her face as Torrence sized up her daughters.
 
 "I'll need to examine them before I can give you a price, though." he said, glancing over to the girls' mother.
 
 After receiving a nod of permission from the older woman, he stepped forward and began stripping the girls' clothes off. They both blushed and squirmed shyly as he undressed them, though didn't impede his efforts much. He batted their hands away from trying to cover up their newly bared breasts, catching and tying their wrists loosely behind their backs with their own skimpy undergarments. The small crowd of people that had gathered around to see him work murmured and chuckled at the girl's plight, making them all the more embarrassed.
 
 "Hmm.." he mused, as he began circling the now nude girls, occasionally stroking their smooth, pale skin or hefting bits of their full, soft flesh. If he heard their squeaks or gasps at his casual and evaluating touch, he didn't seem to be inclined to care. He even bent each girl over and briefly ran his fingertips across the skin of their inner thighs and over the flushed, delicate outer folds of their sexes, causing them to moan and wriggle in his firm grip.
 
 "Alright, they're pretty nice. Good skin with no marks or scarring." he commented, before grabbing one of the girls by the back of the neck and slipping a few fingers into her mouth. He ran his index finger over her tongue and teeth, then pulled her cheeks apart to look in at them directly. "Healthy teeth too, which is a plus."
 
 He finished off his examination by cupping the breasts of the girl, squeezing them firmly in his strong hands, eliciting another groan and wiggle.
 
 "And nicely shaped breasts, even if they're a little on the small side." he concluded. "I'll give you a full gold for both of them."
 
 "Hmm.. you can't do any better?" the mother asked, her face and expression inscrutable.
 
 "Sorry. Even if I thought that they were worth it, I just don't have the funds right now." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "One gold, take it or leave it."
 
 The two nude girls looked nervous and unsure as they watched their mother and Torrence dicker over their value.
 
 "Done then." the mother said a moment later, before breaking out into a relieved smile. "Honestly, that's better than what I thought I'd get for them."
 
 "Ha!" he replied with a small laugh, while digging into his purse and extracting a single sizable gold coin. "Here you go. It's my last one. May as well take their clothes, too. They won't be needing them anymore."
 
 "Thank you." the woman replied, placing the gold piece in her own, much smaller purse and then bending down to gather up the discarded clothing. "It's going to a good cause. I've got seven other girls under my roof to feed. I'd had half a mind to just give these two to you, if only to get them out of the house, since they didn't have any other prospects."
 
 That was one of the perils of being born into the world as a female. With only one boy being born for every ten or so girls, most young women had very little hope of achieving any sort of permanent relationship with a man at all, let alone actually getting a husband. The extra girls tended to get into to all sorts of trouble, if not gainfully employed or put to other uses, which is where traders such as Torrence came in. A savvy girl trader like him could turn one person's liability into another's valued commodity, all while making a decent profit along the way.
 
 "Well, I'm happy to help. Thank you for your business." Torrence replied, as he pulled out some leather cuffs to properly bind the two blonde girls he now owned.
 
 He also pulled his stamp and ink pad out of his pack. He had the girls thrust out their bare chests for him, and carefully applied his trader's mark to their skin. As was custom, he placed it right below their birth mark, which was a small, permanent mark applied to most young girls (usually at the top center of their chests, right below the hollow of their throats) to signify their town or region of origin. His own mark, which was a stylized capital "T" with a second crossbar a third of the way down from the first (for Trader Torrence), was a little less permanent. It would only last a month or two, which should be plenty of time for him to find some buyers for the two blonde sisters.
 
 "Hey there." came a voice from behind him, just as he was finishing marking his new property. "It looks like you're off to a good start."
 
 He turned around to find the barkeep from the evening before. Trailing behind her was a slightly younger version of herself, who looked a bit nervous.
 
 "Good morning." he replied. "Yep, I'm doing alright.. although just buying these two already ate up about half my funds."
 
 "I figured as much." the barkeep said, before nodding back at the girl behind her. "That's why I brought my sister. I couldn't help but dwell on your story about the bridge last night. It made me feel pretty bad to be honest, since upkeeping the bridge is supposed to be one of the town's responsibilities. So, I figured that I would try to make up for it some.. by selling my little sister to you for cheap."
 
 Said little sister gave her older sibling an irritated look, then stuck her tongue out at her.
 
 "She has such a sweet disposition, too." the barkeep girl said, rolling her eyes in response to her sister's antics. "What's the normal price you'd pay for a girl like her?"
 
 "Let me get a good look at her." he said, before stepping over to the grumpy looking brunette.
 
 He repeated the examination that he had put the blonde sisters through, stripping off the brunette girl's clothes and going over her nude body carefully, pinching and squeezing her soft skin and flesh as he evaluated her potential value.
 
 "Well, she seems like a good, healthy girl." he stated after he had finished, leaving the girl in question flustered and red faced. "Good teeth. Small breasts, but her nice, strong legs make up for that. Normally I'd pay five small gold for a girl like her."
 
 Small gold pieces were just that, smaller than regular gold. They were exactly one tenth the size and value of a normal gold coin, so he was assigning the young brunette the same price as he had paid for each of the blonde girls.
 
 "How about three small gold then?" the barkeep countered.
 
 "You sure?" Torrence asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at the woman. "I hate to object to getting a good deal for myself, but she's worth more in my opinion."
 
 "Yeah, but this way I won't feel so bad about you losing everything because of that dumb bridge." the barkeep said. "A couple of small gold is a cheap price to pay for peace of mind, I think."
 
 "I suppose that I can't argue with that. You've got a deal, and thank you very much." he stated, handing over three small gold coins from his dwindling purse.
 
 "You're welcome!" the barkeep replied cheerfully, before slapping her sister on her bare rump. "Have fun Amy, and don't give poor Torrence any trouble, okay?"
 
 Little sister Amy only blew a raspberry at her older sister's retreating back, after the barkeep woman took her leave with a final friendly wave to Torrence.
 
 "Well, stick out your chest then, so I can mark you." Torrence ordered, inking his stamp once again.
 
 "I can't believe she sold me for a measly three little gold." Amy complained, even as she complied with her new owner's command. "I'm totally worth more than that!"
 
 "I agree." Torrence commented absently as he marked his newest acquisition. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to get your full value when I sell you."
 
 That thought seemed to cheer the girl up some. After having her hands cuffed and bound at the small of her back, she joined the two blonde sisters who were standing meekly behind Torrence.
 
 As soon as he was done with Amy, he heard a man clear his throat loudly. Torrence turned to find a large fellow with a rather ridiculous bushy red mustache standing before him. Held firmly in his beefy hands was a struggling goddess of a young woman.
 
 "Hey, I heard that you're buying girls." the man said. "I'd like to sell my oldest daughter here."
 
 "Dad! I don't wanna get sold to some stranger!" the beautiful girl protested, wriggling futilely in her father's strong grasp.
 
 "Sure am." Torrence replied with a nod, easily ignoring the whining of the girl. "Let me get a good look at her then."
 
 The man handed his daughter over to Torrence, after commanding her to "Behave!" in a rather stern, imperious voice.
 
 As Torrence stripped off and carefully examined the girl, he grew more and more excited. She was simply perfect. She was one of those tall, voluptuous girls who somehow managed to still have a narrow, trim waist. Her legs were long, full, and strong, and her breasts were large, shapely, and ripe.. and even leaking a bit of milk from her rosy nipples. When he questioned her father on this fact, the response he got didn't surprise him much.
 
 "I've got her and all her sisters eating milkroot." the man explained. "I like milk with my meals, and having it fresh on tap means I don't have to pay the dairy for delivery. Milk's good for you, keeps a man healthy."
 
 Torrence certainly couldn't argue with that. Milkroot was well known for its ability to induce lactation in girls of any race, though it wasn't often used because of the terribly bitter taste of the root itself. Getting a girl to willingly ingest it was often very difficult, but the results were well worth it: rich, creamy, sweet girl milk in generous quantities.
 
 The man had obviously been drinking quite a lot of his daughters' milk. He was big, nearly as tall as Torrence himself, and flush with good health and strength, despite his rapidly thinning red hair. His daughter's hair was, if possible, even more vividly red than his own. It fell in a thick, lustrous, fiery red-orange mane from her scalp.
 
 "Well, she's certainly a premium girl." Torrence announced, after he finished his hands on appraisal of the unhappy young woman's body. "I can give you.."
 
 Torrence looked into his coin purse for a moment, then jingled the contents around and sighed.
 
 "..about seven small gold for her."
 
 "What?!" the man protested. "She's worth more than that! Look at the size of her udders, for crying out loud."
 
 The man grabbed his daughter by the back of the neck and thrust out her chest, the better to show off her generous breasts. He even gave them a smack for emphasis, making the firm, perky globes wobble and bounce most attractively.
 
 They both ignored how the girl herself squeaked and squirmed in protest as her body and breasts were so roughly manhandled.
 
 "I completely agree." Torrence stated, taking the wind out of the sails of the man's outrage. "But I simply don't have any more to offer."
 
 In demonstration, he tipped his coin purse over and emptied it out into his palm. The small pile looked fairly impressive, until one realized that it was mostly made up of silver and copper coins instead of gold.
 
 "I've only got three actual small gold pieces left." Torrence explained, after blowing a bit of lint off the top of the pile and poking through it for the man's benefit. "Most of them are regular and small silver pieces, with a handful of coppers rounding out the rest. It all adds up to.."
 
 He paused for a moment, doing some mental math as he counted up his money. Gold coins were worth a hundred times the value of silver ones, and silver in turn were worth ten times the value of copper. Which meant that the pile of silver and copper coins that he was holding was actually worth rather little, compared to even a few small gold pieces.
 
 "Seven point one three three small gold." Torrence stated, bouncing the coins in his hand. "Which is literally all the money I have left. If I had more, I'd give it to you, because your daughter is definitely worth it."
 
 "What would you normally pay for her?" the man asked, eying the pile of coins in Torrence's hand a bit sourly.
 
 "A full gold, maybe more." Torrence replied. "To the right buyer, she'd be worth a gold and a half, easily."
 
 Normally Torrence wouldn't discuss how much profit he might make off a girl's sale, especially with the person selling her to him, but it wasn't like there was any danger of the man bargaining his daughter's value up further. Torrence simply couldn't pay any more than he'd already offered, so the man would either accept his price or he wouldn't.
 
 "Damn.." the man grunted, obviously envisioning his potential profits fluttering away before his very eyes. "You really can't offer anything else? Don't have any boot gold on you?"
 
 Torrence grimaced at that. Boot gold referred to the practice of hiding a few coins in one's boots, so a potential cut-purse would never leave one entirely financially bereft in a strange town. It was a common practice among traders, though they didn't speak much about it, for obvious reasons.
 
 "Not any more." Torrence replied, waving absently back at the two blonde girls who had been his first purchase. "What do you think I bought them with? If you really want to get her full value, you'll have to wait for another trader to come to Haven."
 
 "Nah, I can't wait that long. It's been ages since the last girl trader came through town, so who knows when the next one will come." the man said. "The gods have cursed me with daughters unending, so I need some cash now just to try and keep food in their bellies for the next few weeks."
 
 "So you'll sell her, then?" Torrence asked, bouncing his proffered handful of coins again.
 
 "Yeah. I guess I don't have much choice." the man said unhappily, holding out his own open purse.
 
 Torrence tipped his hand over, and filled up the big fellow's money pouch. Partially, at least.
 
 "Pleasure doing business with you." Torrence replied, pulling the man's upset looking daughter over toward the other girls he'd purchased. "Hopefully, then next time I come through town I'll be able to buy any more girls you want to get rid of at a much better price."
 
 "Hmm.. let's hope for that, then." the man said, looking a little less grumpy at the prospect of being able to sell more of his daughters. "Gods know that I've got enough of them cluttering up the house. How soon do you expect to pass back through this way?"
 
 "Probably a few months, at the earliest."
 
 "Well, the twins will be of age by then, and they're even prettier than their older sister." the man stated, rubbing his hands together and ignoring the indignant squawk of the daughter that he'd just sold off.
 
 "I look forward to it." Torrence commented, as he bound the hands of his newest piece of property securely and stamped her with his mark.
 
 The man gave a brief wave of farewell, then left. Standing behind him was a line of nearly half a dozen people, each with one or more girls in tow.
 
 "Are you still buying?" the next woman asked. "I overheard you say that you're out of money."
 
 She had three pretty girls lined up behind her, like little ducklings in a row, which she was obviously hoping to exchange for coin.
 
 "Sorry." Torrence called out, pitching his voice so that it would carry to the entire line of people waiting to sell off their girls. "I'm tapped out completely. I can't buy any more girls today."
 
 The entire line groaned at his words. The potential sellers in disappointment, but most of the girls who would have been sold in relief. Although even a few of them seemed a bit disappointed as well, for some reason.
 
 "When are you coming back?" one person called out.
 
 "Probably a few months."
 
 The crowd dispersed after that, though a few muttered half-hearted complaints about having to wait to sell their girls. Well, if they'd were unhappy with the situation, Torrence thought, then maybe they should have taken better care of their stupid bridge.
 
 He looked over his four newly purchased girls as he put collars on them and then leashed the collars together. Given his finances after the bridge collapse, having had only a little over two gold to his name, being able to acquire four healthy young women was pretty much best outcome that he could have expected. One of them turning out to be a high quality gem that he'd gotten for a relative steal was an unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome bonus. It eased some of the sting of losing all of his gear and girls, which he'd worked so hard to acquire, to the bridge collapse the day before. That near total loss still rather smarted.
 
 The girls were generally well behaved, if a little unsure about their new place in the world. The two blonde sisters meekly followed his every command, as did the much less meek brunette who had been the younger sister of the barkeep. The fiery redhead was obviously unhappy about her circumstances, but seemed inclined not to make too much of a fuss over it, now that everything was said and done. He tugged on the leash attached to the redhead's collar, prompting her and the rest of the girls to follow him.
 
 Before he could gather up his trading pack and be on his way however, a small feminine voice spoke up behind him.
 
 "H-hey. Do you take volunteers?" asked a short, pretty, and really pretty short young woman.
 
 She had mousey, light brown hair, and a spray of small freckles splashed liberally across the bridge of her pert nose. She was as cute as a button, adorable even. Torrence thought that he recognized her as one of the girls who had been disappointed that he'd been out of money.
 
 "Excuse me?"
 
 "I'm sick of this town. I want to travel." the girl complained, as she looked up earnestly into his face. "But none of my friends are willing to go with me, and people say the roads are too dangerous to travel alone. So will you take me with you?"
 
 "I'm not a travel service, um.."
 
 "Andrea. My name is Andrea." the girl supplied helpfully.
 
 "..Andrea. I'm a businessman." Torrence continued. "I don't give out free trips. If you want to come with me, it'll have to be as part of my inventory."
 
 "I.." the girl hesitated, but only for a moment. "That.. that's okay. So long as I get to travel, I don't care. I want to see the world."
 
 "You do realize that I might very well end up selling you at just the next town over." Torrence explained.
 
 He didn't want to scare the girl off, because he certainly wasn't in any position to refuse a free head of livestock, but he didn't want to trick or mislead her about what volunteering would lead to either.
 
 "Maybe, but maybe not!" the girl retorted, sounding excited. "Maybe you'll end up dragging me halfway around the world before you sell me to someone really interesting in a far away land!"
 
 "That's.." rather unlikely, he wanted to say, but it was clear that the girl wasn't going to be dissuaded from her goal. "..certainly possible, I suppose. Are you certain that you want to do this?"
 
 "Yes!" the girl stated, without hesitation this time.
 
 "Okay, then. Take off your clothes." he commanded, the girl's status instantly switching from "free" to "owned" in his mind.
 
 She complied eagerly, flushed red with excitement, or perhaps embarrassment at having to be nude in public for the first time.
 
 He gave her a brief inspection, not that he was going to be picky and look a gift girl in the mouth, just to see how healthy she was (which was apparently very). Then he bound her hands behind her back with a short length of cord and stamped her chest with his trader's mark. Unfortunately he couldn't collar and leash her, because he'd only had four such sets of restraints in his small trading pack. The rest were at the bottom of the river, probably washed somewhere far downstream from the bridge crossing, along with all of his other gear. So he instructed his newest girl to just follow along behind the rest, which she happily complied with.
 
 "I'm gonna see the world! I can't wait!" Andrea chattered happily from her place at the end of the line.
 
 Torrence only rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm, and pondered the merits of gagging the silly girl's mouth.
 
 --
 
 A Girl Trader's Ledger:
 
 Inventory of Livestock:
 
 2 human girls, light blonde and fair skinned, names unknown. Healthy and hale.
  Purchased for 5 sGold each in Haven from mother.
 1 human girl, brunette and fair skinned, by the name of Amy. Healthy and hale.
  Purchased for 3 sGold in Haven from older sister.
 1 human girl, red haired and fair skinned, name unknown. Healthy and hale.
  Purchased for 7.133 sGold in Haven from father.
 1 human girl, light brunette and fair skinned, by the name of Andrea. Healthy and hale.
  Volunteered herself in Haven. No coin value.
 
 Inventory of Coin:
 
 G:0 sG:0 S:0 sS:0 C:0 sC:0
 
 Inventory of Gear:
 
 Small trading pack, which contains: Four sets of collar, leash, and wrist cuffs. Enough iron rations(pemmican and hardtack) for three full meals for one person. Five small tubes of healing salve. A thin bed roll. A fire starting kit. A small coil of lightweight cord.
 
 Long hunting knife, good condition, good quality. Sawtoothed rear edge suitable for cutting through small tree limbs, bones, and tough hides.
 
 Traveling clothes, decent condition, mediocre quality. Slightly torn and scuffed due to bridge collapse escape.
 
 --2. On the way to Halfway--
 
 The walk out of town was uneventful. The girls seemed a bit embarrassed at having to travel past people who had previously been their family, friends, and neighbors, now that they were nude, bound, collared, and owned. Not that Torrence cared very much about how they felt, so long as they obeyed his occasional commands and kept pace with him.
 
 Still, seeing the extremely large, extremely redheaded family of girls waiting at the gates, apparently just so that they could all shout at and wave goodbye to their eldest sister as she was drug past while on the end of his leash, was fairly amusing to him. Especially since the attention only seemed to completely mortify the newly minted slave girl, making her duck her head and causing her skin to flush nearly as brightly red as her hair, which lasted until they were well past Haven's gates.
 
 Torrence took the left fork of the road leading out of town, heading westward. Although he was more familiar with the human lands to the east, he didn't think that he could bear having to retread his steps there. Not after having lost everything that he'd previously built up in his travels as a wandering girl trader.
 
 So he went westward instead, toward the lands of the elves. His next destination was the town of Halfway, which sat on the borders between the human and elven lands. It would take several days worth of travel on foot to get there from Haven though, so he paced himself and his little caravan of newly purchased girls. He didn't want to wear them out before he tried to sell them. A fresh, well fed slave girl would fetch a much better price than a ragged, exhausted one that had been force-marched for days on reduced rations, after all.
 
 The countryside that they traveled through was light forest, which grew more heavily wooded the farther from Haven they ventured. It was made up mostly of a mix of coniferous trees such as firs and pines, which got taller and thicker as the day wore on. There was the occasional patch of oaks too, and maples and willows lined any stream or pool of water, no matter how large or small. Thankfully, the path they were on was wide and clear, carpeted by a soft blanket of shed, decaying fir and pine needles. Walking along such an easy and mostly downhill trail, they were able to make good time.
 
 He stopped a few hours before dusk in a pleasant grassy clearing next to a small stream, which was a perfect place to make camp for the night. The girls groaned and collapsed down into the soft grass, clearly not used to walking long distances, especially while barefoot and tied up. He roused them before they could settle into place though, and dragged them over to a small pool in the little stream.
 
 His girls perked up a bit after seeing him shed his pack and his own clothes, clearly interested in his now nude body and exposed manhood. He pulled them all into the pool with him, then took his time carefully cleaning and scrubbing their bare, bound bodies down in the clean, clear, and cold water. The quick inspections he'd done before purchasing them was no substitute for a deep, thorough, hands on examination such as he was now indulging in, and he learned as much about their bodies as humanly possible over the next hour or so.
 
 He touched, stroked, caressed, tasted, and nibbled his way over each of them in turn, before then switching to the next in line. By the time he was done, he had five flushed, flustered slave girls, each of whom was very eager for him to continue to have his way with their bodies, as he'd left them all in a purposefully aroused yet unsatisfied state.
 
 Torrence had long ago learned that newly enslaved girls who were being distracted by the needs and desires of their own bodies (rather than dwelling gloomily on their new lot in life) were much less likely to get up to trouble while under his care. Still, the time that he'd spent getting them into such a worked up state had had an effect on him as well, and his own body was making its desires known.
 
 He chose to indulge himself with the voluptuous redhead, of course. Her large, pale, milky chest just called to him. He laid her down on her back in the shallow water of the pool and then used her large breasts to pleasure himself, sliding his long, hard member between her ample cleavage. The girl herself got quite into the act as well, suckling lasciviously on his manhood's tip whenever it bumped up against her lips. She smiled up at him and urged him on, while the other four girls looked on rather jealously.
 
 Finally, the sensations of thrusting his length along the wet skin of her soft, warm breasts got to be too much for him, and he orgasmed. His member sprayed his seed all over the redheaded girl's face and chest, despite her best efforts to capture it all with her mouth. He allowed the other four girls to join in then, letting them eagerly lap up the results of his climax. They cleaned both his member and the redhead's chest and face with their hungry mouths. The little mousey haired volunteer girl seemed to take particular delight in dragging her tongue across the redhead's semen splattered cheeks, collecting his seed in her mouth, before finally finishing by pressing her lips fervently against the redhead's own and sharing the results of her efforts.
 
 Unfortunately, all good things have to come to an end. Their camp wasn't going to set itself up, after all. He ignored the girls' protests at this, as they each wanted a turn with him themselves. The redhead in particular was rather fired up and eager for another round, her arousal obvious by the state of her flushed skin and inflamed sex. He quashed her ardor by the simple expedient of forcibly dunking her head underwater.. and then holding her face down like that for a minute or so. Since she was still bound and collared, there wasn't much that she could do to resist him. She came up spluttering and coughing after he finally released her, and proved much more amenable to obeying his commands after that. As did all the rest of the shocked girls.
 
 Funny that. It seemed like they were finally realizing and accepting their new place in the natural order of the world. The girls were his property now. His word was law to them, and the sooner they understood and accepted that, the better.
 
 Satisfied with their cowed obedience, though not particularly pleased that he'd had to impart the lesson to them in the first place (he wasn't much of a sadist, and didn't like inflicting needless torment upon others, even slave girls), he redressed himself. Then, Torrence turned his efforts toward setting up camp for the night.
 
 The first thing he did was find a long, sturdy dead branch. He used his knife to trim and smooth the worst of the twigs from it, then pounded it into the center of the clearing with a heavy rock. To this improvised stake he tied the leashes of all of his new slave girls, save for the volunteer girl who had no collar or leash. She he simply admonished to stay within sight of the others.
 
 It was when he was off gathering firewood that trouble struck. Terrified feminine screams echoed throughout the forest, coming from the general direction of his camp. He sprinted back to find nothing apparently amiss, save for the fact that the little volunteer girl had apparently wandered off while he'd been gone.
 
 The wayward girl screamed again, this time in agony as well as terror, and Torrence charged into the darkening forest in the direction of the sound. What he found a few moments later infuriated him. A wolf had caught the girl while she was alone. It had sunk its jaws deep into the back of her thigh and started shaking her viciously, finally tearing out a large chunk of her leg.
 
 It was just going back for a second bite when Torrence caught up to them both. He took in the entire scene in an instant. Then, without slowing his charge, he bellowed and rushed the surprised wolf. He delivered a massive kick at full speed to the animal, catching it before it could dodge away and hitting it square in the rib cage with his booted toe. The wolf was flung away with a yelping cough, the air in its lungs being violently expelled by the force of his blow.
 
 The wolf managed to scramble up, wheezing as it did so, before Torrence could stomp on it while it was down. Yelping, it ran off into the brush, apparently realizing that it was no longer the most dangerous predator in the forest. Though he was tempted to follow, so that he could finish the fight, Torrence knew that he would probably never catch up with the fleeing animal. Instead, he turned to look at his now damaged merchandise.
 
 The nude, ravaged slave girl was bleeding profusely. She lay on the ground, writhing in pain from her wolf inflicted wounds. Her hands were still bound behind her back, so she couldn't have even begun to fight back against the predatory animal. Not that the small girl would have had much of a chance against it anyway. Even Torrence, as large as he was, probably only triumphed so quickly over the beast by taking it by surprise and delivering the first blow.
 
 He knelt down beside his slave and turned her firmly over, so that he could inspect her injuries. In addition to the huge section of her thigh that was simply missing, her ankle had been bitten quite severely as well. She was very probably hamstrung, the vital tendons that connected the muscles and bones of her legs together either damaged beyond repair or ripped out entirely by the wolf's sharp teeth. Barring massive medical and magical intervention (which he both couldn't afford, and wouldn't have wasted on a slave girl anyway), she would likely never walk without assistance again.
 
 Sighing in frustration, he took off his shirt and stuffed it into her worst wound, then picked her up. As he began carrying her back toward camp, he reflected on the one positive of this whole situation. Namely, that he hadn't paid anything for the girl. Which meant that if she died from her injuries, he wouldn't actually be out any money. It was a cold comfort, especially compared to the sobbing girl in his arms clutching desperately at him, but after the events of the past few days he'd learned that he had to take what he could get.
 
 --
 
 The good news was that he'd managed to save the girl when he got back to camp. The bad news was that he'd had to take her leg off to do it, as it had simply been too heavily damaged for his mediocre medical skills to salvage.
 
 One one hand, that meant that he now had a slave that couldn't walk, which was a major liability. One the other hand, it also meant that he didn't have to worry about dipping into his meager emergency rations to feed his little group of slave girls yet. And finally, since the girl already couldn't walk, he'd decided to just go ahead and take her other leg off too, to keep things balanced.
 
 It would make carrying her around much easier the next day, assuming that she survived through the night. Major blood loss and the shock of double, back-to-back amputations might be enough to kill her anyway, despite his best efforts.
 
 He'd also had to use up most of his little stash of healing salve to keep her new stumps closed, unfortunately. Still, a few tubes of that cost much less than an entire slave, even one without legs, so it was a resource well spent in his opinion. The now legless volunteer girl was unconscious, having passed out while he was sawing off her damaged limb at mid-thigh, which was something of a relief. She had been very vocal when he'd first cleaned and evaluated her injuries, and even more so when he had decided to cut her leg off.
 
 He'd managed to get a little bit of information out of her before she passed out, between the bouts of sobbing, crying, and pleading. Apparently she hadn't been trying to run away when the wolf caught her, merely wandering for the sake of her own curiosity. The silly girl had never been outside of Haven's walls before, so the forest (not to mention its dangers) was a new and unfamiliar thing to her, which she hadn't been able to resist exploring.
 
 Well, she had paid dearly for her curiosity. Still, the night wasn't a total loss (Although his shirt nearly was. The girl's bloodstains were never going to come out of it.) He and the other girls had enjoyed a nice cook out after he'd finished with the volunteer girl. Her wolf damaged leg had roasted up quite nicely over the fire he'd built, and watching his slave girls struggle to eat without the use of their hands was amusing as always. Eventually he'd taken pity on them and started cutting off slivers of meat with his knife and feeding the girls by hand, which was fun and a bit erotic when they sucked the juices off his fingers.
 
 Finally, he'd let the fire burn to a nice bed of coals and they'd all settled down to sleep. The legless volunteer girl had ended up in his sleeping roll, because her injured and healing body would need all the warmth and comfort that it could get during the night. The rest of the girls had all piled onto him, and they'd spent the night cuddled up with each other in the grass, occasionally feeding the fire to stay warm. He'd been too tired to have any more fun with them after the evening's misadventure with the wolf, but that wasn't such a loss. There was always tomorrow, after all.
 
 --
 
 Torrence had breakfast in bed the next day. So to speak anyway, considering that he hadn't actually slept in a bed. Still, cold girl meat leftovers and warm girl milk fresh from the breast was a fairly decent way to start the day. His redheaded slave girl, whose name was apparently Corania, certainly didn't seem to mind either. She cooed and nuzzled his hair as he suckled on one of her pert and puffy nipples. The other girls got in on the fun too, and all together they managed to drain the large breasted girl dry.
 
 This was apparently something of a relief, as Corania had been accustomed to multiple milkings per day. Going all night and most of the previous day without them had meant that her delicious milk had been simply accumulating within her breasts, resulting in an uncomfortable, painful pressure building up inside of them.
 
 Andrea, the now legless volunteer girl, had survived the night. She was rather grumpy upon waking up to find out that both of her legs gone, rather than just the one. She quieted down after Corania gave her a bit of meat to nibble and a nipple to suckle on however. At least until the silly girl had finally realized that the meat that she was eating had come from her own leg. Torrence had wound up tossing the irate young woman into the cold stream just to shut her up. Given that her hands were still tied behind her back and that her legs were now missing, she ended up bobbing and wriggling helplessly face down in the water.
 
 Thankfully, she was much quieter after Torrence finally fished her back out.
 
 They broke camp after that. Torrence carried Andrea like a backpack, with the girl hanging onto the crown of his head while he supported her well healed stumps (thank you, healing salve) in the crooks of his elbows. That this position left her cute, pert little breasts resting on his shoulders and neck was a pleasant and welcome side effect. His trading pack he made the other girls carry in turn, each for a few hours as they all continued traveling along the path towards Halfway. Andrea's second severed leg, the whole and undamaged one, was tied to the outside of his pack.
 
 It was when they all stopped for a mid-day rest that they encountered some fellow travelers, and Torrence's first potential customers. A small band of goblins, who were all nearly naked save for simple loin cloths, stumbled out of the trees on one side of the trail.
 
 Torrence had already heard them following along behind him and his girls, but hadn't been too terribly worried. The short green fellows hadn't exactly been trying to be stealthy, after all. Despite their general reputation as rowdy, primitive, and possibly thieving little rapscallions, he'd always managed to have fairly pleasant interactions with them in the past. Of course, that was with different goblin tribes back east, and each tribe was usually fairly distinct from all the others. So, while he was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt, he also kept one hand on the hilt of his knife and the other on his girls' leashes.
 
 "Human!" the lead goblin exclaimed in the common human tongue, pointing at him dramatically.
 
 "Yep, me human." he agreed with a nod, before pointing back at the goblin and replying in their own language. ["Goblin."]
 
 He'd be the first to admit that his goblin was pretty terrible. He only knew a couple dozen words, mostly related to trade. Thankfully, the little guy seemed to know at least some common, so they'd probably be able to communicate with each other.
 
 "You trader human?" the goblin inquired, shuffling back and forth on his feet, almost dancing in place with apparent excitement.
 
 ["Me trader human."] he replied with another nod.
 
 "Girl trader human?" the goblin asked, hopping in place and looking at his slave girls hopefully.
 
 His gaze lingered on Corania, his busty, milky redhead. Torrence noticed that all of the other goblins seemed to be staring at the big breasted girl with wide eyes as well.
 
 [Yes. Me girl trader human."] he confirmed, which caused all the goblins to erupt in excitement.
 
 ["Trade, trade, trade!"] the others chanted in the background, while the leader asked him in common, "Human. You want trade with us?"
 
 "Sure, why not." Torrence answered. ["Trade yes."]
 
 This was apparently the answer they had wanted to hear, because they all broke out into cheers and spontaneous dancing, even as they continued chanting.
 
 ["Trade, trade, trade!"]
 
 --
 
 Torrence observed the goblins from across his side of the trade line that had been hastily scratched into the loam of the forest floor. It was a common tradition among traders meeting outside of an established town or village. Everything on his side of the line belonged to him, and everything on their side belonged to them. Only when both parties were in agreement and satisfied by whatever deal had been made, would they finally swap whatever was being traded across the line and take ownership.
 
 The little green folk looked nothing like how the stereotypes usually depicted them. When he'd first come to these lands, he'd made it a point to learn as much about the people who inhabited them as possible. It was only when he started traveling (and trading) for himself that he'd learned just how much of what was recorded in the major human towns' libraries and archives was utter nonsense.
 
 Goblins, for example, had been described and depicted as thuggish little brutes, with oversized fangs and noses and a penchant for skulduggery, theft, backstabbing, and violent murder. The drawings accompanying the description had made them look like little monsters, ones which only vaguely conformed to the common humanoid shape.
 
 In reality, however, they just looked like little humans. Little green humans, but humans none-the-less. Indeed, they weren't even disproportionate, as one might expect of someone so small. They just looked like someone had taken a regular human and shrunk them down to about half normal height, almost literally. The only real differences were their pointed incisors and slightly enlarged canines(both of which were actually hard to notice unless one looked specifically for them), pale green skin, and slightly tapered and elongated ears. They were related to orcs in the same way that dwarves were related to humans: one was basically just a smaller version of the other.
 
 Goblins tended to live in out of the way places in their own little villages, though some traveled to and even lived in orc or occasionally human controlled towns. Torrence had traded profitably with members of other goblin tribes before, and had found them to be generally honest in their dealings.
 
 And Torrence could sense more profits to be made from them now. The goblins wanted Corania, and they wanted her badly. Oh, none of them was so foolish as to state so aloud, but their actions spoke rather loudly for them anyway. They could hardly take their eyes off of the big breasted girl, and had fawned over her when Torrence had allowed his girls to be inspected by their little band. They had spent more time touching, fondling, stroking, and pinching the voluptuous redheaded girl than on all the rest of his stock combined.
 
 Now all that was left to do was find out what they had to offer for her, and see if they could come to an agreement that everyone would be happy with.
 
 Well, probably everyone except Corania, but her opinion didn't matter very much.. or at all, really.
 
 The goblins' opening offer was bold, and hilariously inadequate. They dumped a pile of grubby coins down onto the ratty blanket that Torrence and the goblin leader were sharing, which straddled the trade line evenly. Half of them were wooden, and the rest were a mixture of silver and copper, though heavily favoring the latter.
 
 ["No wood."] Torrence stated, flicking his fingers dismissively and shaking his head.
 
 Wooden coins were generally only made and used by the poorest of the poor, and had practically zero value outside of the small communities that they had originated from. They usually bore the personal mark of whomever had made them, and mostly existed as a way to keep track of favors borrowed and owed. They were utterly useless to Torrence, and the goblins seemed to know it. They took no offense at his words or gesture, and gathered the wooden coins back up off the blanket.
 
 He bent down to count up the remaining coins, and chuckled to himself at their meager total: five silver, twelve small silver, sixteen copper, and seventy-six small copper. All of which added up to less than a single small gold.. point eight five six of one, to be precise. Far less than he had paid for the girl himself, let alone enough to make him any profit.
 
 ["More."] he said, shaking his head again and not bothering to hide his amusement. ["Much more."]
 
 Their next offer was better, though still insufficient. His words had prompted them to all empty out their pockets, of which their little loin cloths had a surprising amount, and dig through their pouches and bags. They piled the results onto the blanket, then looked up at him expectantly and hopefully.
 
 Again he bent down to count up their coins. It took much longer this time, as the heap was still mostly made up of copper. It totaled up to: twenty-nine silver, seventy-three small silver, an even three hundred copper, and six hundred fifty-six small copper coins.. which added up to seven point two eight six small gold. Which was slightly more than Torrence had paid for Corania, and thus technically a profitable trade, but still far less than he could sell her for in practically any human town or village.
 
 ["Better. No."] he said in his bad goblin. ["More."]
 
 The little band of goblins looked defeated at this until their leader, looking very reluctant, reached into his loin cloth and pulled out the first piece of gold that he'd seen them posses. Reverently, the little fellow laid down the small gold piece by the stacked up silver and copper coins, then looked up at Torrence expectantly.
 
 Torrence hated to do it, as he knew it would break their little green hearts, but he shook his head again. Even with the addition of the small gold coin, they still were only barely paying more than the amount that he'd purchased Corania for himself. A profit of a single small gold piece might be acceptable for the sale of a normal slave girl, but not for one of the voluptuous redhead's caliber.
 
 ["No. More."] he said, then pointed to the small gold and held out five fingers on his other hand.
 
 The goblins gaped at the price he was demanding, then slumped in defeat. The leader himself looked like he might cry, as he glanced forlornly between the inadequate pile of coins on the blanket and the large breasted girl that he and the others so obviously desired. Sighing, he shook his head and then made to collect up the coins, obviously convinced that the deal was off..
 
 ..Which was when Torrence held up his hand for them to stop.
 
 ["Wait."] he ordered. ["I girl trader human."]
 
 ["Yes?"] the lead goblin replied, a bit of hope blossoming back onto his face.
 
 ["I trade girls."] Torrence repeated, before asking, ["Goblins trade girls?"]
 
 The goblin's faint look of hope sparked into one of dawning realization.
 
 ["Goblins trade girls!"] he confirmed, nodding eagerly.
 
 ["Good. Leave coins."] Torrence said, pointing at the mound of coins. ["Trade more. Trade girls. Trade good."]
 
 His counter offer sparked a flurry of words between the goblins, who had huddled up to apparently discuss their options. The second in command of the little band, who happened to be the only other male goblin present besides the leader, spoke animatedly and at length while the others all listened in closely. He pointed to each of the female members of the group in turn, though they all responded with a shake of their heads. Finally, he pointed to the last girl of the group, who responded exactly as all the others had, with a firm shake of her head.
 
 Frustrated, the little goblin pointed at the girl again, speaking loudly. Torrence's command of the goblin language wasn't nearly good enough to keep up with what they were saying to each other, but the second male goblin's meaning was clear anyway. He wanted the girl that he was pointing at to be a part of the trade, against her obvious wishes. When he ignored the way the goblin girl repeatedly shook her head, and kept talking loudly and pointing insistently in her direction, she finally got fed up with him and responded in the most direct and goblin-like fashion possible..
 
 ..by stepping forward and kicking him directly between the legs, causing the poor fellow to fall over and howl in pain. All the other goblins gaped at her for a moment, then fell over themselves.. only they were howling with laughter instead of agony.
 
 Torrence shook his head as he watched their antics, amused despite himself. Finally, they sorted themselves out, and sent two of their number running off. Presumably to fetch some girls for trading. The second male was not one of the goblins sent, since he still couldn't even manage to stand, let alone run. He sat at the back of the group, pouting and cradling his groin. One of the goblin girls (a different one from the one that had groin kicked him) was sitting next to him and patting him on the shoulder, as if to comfort him.
 
 ["Human wait."] the lead goblin said, sitting back down and resuming his place across the trade line from Torrence. ["Girls come. Wait."]
 
 Torrence nodded in reply. The negotiations so far had stirred up the old fire in him, and he was eager to see what else the little goblins could offer him. This was why he had become a trader in the first place, and feeling the excitement of a deal nearing completion helped burn away the lingering pain of losing his livelihood (and very nearly his life too) only a few days previously.
 
 Fortunately, the wait wasn't a long one. The goblins' village was probably somewhere nearby, because the members of the band that had run off soon returned. They were panting as they dragged two naked, bound girls along behind them. One was a goblin girl as he'd expected, but curiously the other was a tiny little gnome girl.
 
 The gnome's light brown skin and slim build stood out starkly against the green of the goblins. Gnomes were to elves as goblins were to orcs, and as dwarves were to humans. It was interesting that the goblins would have one of them at their village, especially one that they were willing to trade away on such short notice.
 
 The two little slave girls were unceremoniously plopped down on the goblins' side of the trade line, and the goblin leader looked expectantly at Torrence.
 
 ["Trade good?"] he asked, biting his lip hopefully.
 
 ["Maybe. I look."] Torrence replied, before moving over the line to examine the new additions to the deal closely.
 
 The goblin and gnome were small and perfectly proportioned. They were both fairly cute and attractive, despite their relatively tiny stature. To most humans, the crown of an average goblin or gnome's head would only reach up to about their navel. On Torrence, who was a rather tall human, they barely reached his waistline. It almost made him feel as if he were looking at young children, but their mature bodies belied that notion. Children looked like immature adults, while the little goblin and gnome looked like miniaturized adults. Similar at first glance, but very different upon closer inspection..
 
 ..and inspect the two closely Torrence did. He found them to be fine and healthy, with all of their teeth and smooth, flawless skin. Their delicate limbs, fine bones, petite bodies, and perky little breasts fascinated him. He'd never had the opportunity to acquire anything other than human or sometimes orc slave girls before, and was rather eager to add the two to his growing collection.
 
 He hesitated on closing the deal, however.. because he suspected that he might be able to squeeze just a little bit more out of the goblins. But first, he wanted to know the gnome girl's story.
 
 ["Goblin."] he said, pointing first to the goblin slave girl, before shifting his aim toward the little gnome. ["Gnome. Goblins steal gnome?"]
 
 ["No steal. No steal."] the lead goblin hurried to reassure him. ["Goblins trade girl trader human. Goblins trade girl trader gnome."]
 
 Torrence nodded, accepting the goblin's explanation. Their village must have friendly contact with a nearby gnome village, one that was willing to trade with them. His curiosity was satisfied, so now it was time to drive the deal to its conclusion.
 
 ["Girls good."] he stated with a nod, then pointed to the pile of coins. ["Coins good."]
 
 ["Trade good?"] the lead goblin asked again, bouncing hopefully in place as his eyes were drawn once again to Corania's tall and superbly shaped body.
 
 ["No."] Torrence replied, shaking his head and frowning.
 
 The lead goblin gaped at him again, then pulled at his ears in frustration.
 
 ["No?"] he grumped, folding his arms. ["Girls good, coin good, trade bad? Why?"]
 
 ["Two girls. No."] Torrence replied, pointing at the pair of slave girls sitting on the goblins' side. ["Three girls. Yes."]
 
 On his last word, Torrence pointed toward the back of the little band of goblins. Right at the goblin girl who had sat herself down next to (and then tried to comfort) the injured male. The girl blinked and pointed at herself as if to ask "Who, me?", then gulped when Torrence nodded in her direction and said, ["Yes. You."]
 
 Torrence had been a girl trader for some time now. He had encountered many reactions by young women to the idea of becoming a slave girl, and they all generally fell into four mostly separate categories. Some, such at the goblin girl who had kicked the second male goblin in the crotch, were quite opposed to the idea. Violently so, even. Others girls were merely reluctant, more were ambivalent, and a rare few were even eager.
 
 Now, the violent girls were generally not worth the bother, and Torrence did his best under normal circumstances to never acquire any. Plus, he could respect someone with that amount of passion about their freedom, considering that it was a position that he himself rather agreed with. The ambivalent girls made up the bulk of his purchases, since they never really contested the idea of being sold off to a stranger. The reluctant ones, such as Corania herself, generally settled down once they realized the realities of their new position, even if they didn't like it much at first.
 
 However, some girls didn't fit into just one of these general categories. Some actually fell into multiple, and the most common combination that Torrence had come across so far was the type of girl who was outwardly reluctant at being enslaved, yet inwardly (and possibly even subconsciously) eager about the idea. And he prided himself on being able to spot such girls in a crowd, because they were often rather difficult and yet equally rewarding acquisitions to make.
 
 And he suspected that the goblin girl that he was pointing at was one of those reluctant/eager types. The only evidence that he had were the tiny clues that he'd observed in her behavior. Clues such as being the slowest one to shake her head when the second male goblin had asked her to become part of the trade, or the way that she had sympathized with him after the violently opposed girl had made her stance so clearly known, or the way that she had bitten her lip and flushed slightly when regarding the newly arrived goblin and gnome slave girls. Flimsy evidence some might say, but to him it felt right, like a sure thing..
 
 ..And he was proven correct only a few moments later. The goblin girl glanced around at all her hopeful companions, then closed her eyes, gulped again nervously, and nodded her head in acquiescence. Her friends were quick to take her up on her word. They had her stripped bare, her hands bound behind her back, and kneeling down right in line with the other slave girls in mere moments.
 
 Torrence made a show of slowly examining the trembling goblin girl, though he had to struggle to hide his grin as he did so. He already knew that he had all that he wanted from the deal, but watching the poor goblins squirm around in eager, impatient anticipation for his final verdict was far too amusing to cut short. Finally though, he could delay no longer and sat back down on his side of the trade line.
 
 ["Three girls."] the lead goblin prompted, his tone almost desperate. ["Trade good?"]
 
 Torrence adopted a pensive expression, looking over the pile of coins and the three slave girls the goblins had managed to scrounge up. Then he looked back at Corania, who was regarding him with a very concerned expression.
 
 "Please don't tell me that you're actually planning to sell me to these little cretins." she stated, sounding absolutely horrified at the prospect.
 
 "Oh, I'm not planning to trade you to them.." Torrence replied, before pushing the worried, buxom, redheaded slave girl across the trade line and grinning. "..I already have!"
 
 ["Trade good."] he declared loudly to the surprised and delighted goblins. ["Trade good good!"]
 
 They all erupted in excited yells and cheers, and the leader happily pushed across the pile of coins and three small girls that had been their side of the bargain, completing the trade and sealing the deal..
 
 ..And also sealing Corania's fate.
 
 --
 
 Everyone was in such a good mood after the conclusion of the trade that Torrence decided to host an impromptu little feast right then and there. The goblins seemed happy enough to stick around, especially once they saw that Andrea's remaining leg would be the centerpiece roast. They even contributed some food of their own, pulling a decently sized cooking pot and a large stack of vegetables out of what seemed to be thin air.
 
 Of course, Corania was the sole exception to the air of generalized good cheer. The girl seemed rather cross about the whole thing actually.. not that anyone else particularly cared how she felt. Indeed, the goblins spent most of their time poking and prodding their new human slave girl, literally drooling as they happily fondled her large, milky breasts.. despite her desperate wriggling and frequently voiced protests.
 
 Torrence himself spent more than a few minutes examining his own new slave girls, sitting each on his lap and going over their tiny bodies minutely with his fingertips, stroking and caressing their smooth skin and soft curves. He was very happy to have acquired them for himself, and looked forward to seeing how much of a profit he could turn when he eventually sold the pretty little slave girls off to some eager buyer.
 
 Truly, the deal between him and the goblins was the best kind of trade: one where everyone was happy afterward. Instead of resenting Torrence for demanding such a high price for Corania, the goblins instead treasured her (and her big, milky breasts) all the more for it.
 
 As they watched the food cook, both the leader of the goblin band and Torrence himself received the attentions of the female members of his band. Torrence was delighted to find out just how talented and eager the little goblin girls' mouths were, and even ended up making love to a select few of the brave, adventurous girls. Their small bodies had seemed even tinier when compared so closely to his own, but they had viewed his size as a challenge to be surmounted, rather than an obstacle. The size difference had necessitated a slower, gentler version of the act than Torrence usually preferred, but that just made it all the more sweet and enjoyable, really.. for all the participants involved.
 
 The little party finally wound down a bit before dusk, after the meat from the roast leg and the hearty vegetable stew had both run out. The last Torrence saw of the goblins was them making their way into the forest, heading back toward their village. The leader of the group was riding upon Corania's bare back, holding her lustrous red hair in his hands like reins, as the little band forced her to crawl along on the ground in front of them on her knees and elbows. The rosy tips of the girl's large, dangling breasts were dragging through the dirt and brushing across the grass and twigs that she was being compelled to crawl over. They were treating the voluptuous, curvy slave girl as if she were a mere animal, and chanting in goblin as they poked and prodded her full bottom with pointed sticks in order to encourage her forward.
 
 ["Milk! Milk! Milk!"]
 
 It had been, Torrence reflected as he watched the odd procession disappear into the underbrush, a very good day. One both profitable and entertaining at the same time. He even had a standing order from the goblins for every large breasted, lactating girl that he could locate and bring to them. They were apparently very eager to get their hands on more slaves like Corania..
 
 ..not that he could blame them. The girl had truly been something special. He was glad that he'd been able to find the perfect owners for her.
 
 --
 
 A Girl Trader's Ledger:
 
 Inventory of Livestock:
 
 2 human girls, light blonde and fair skinned, names unknown. Healthy and hale.
  Purchased for 5 sGold each in Haven from mother.
 1 human girl, brunette and fair skinned, by the name of Amy. Healthy and hale.
  Purchased for 3 sGold in Haven from older sister.
 1 human girl, red haired and fair skinned, by the name of Corania. Healthy and hale.
  Purchased for 7.133 sGold in Haven from father.
  Traded for 8.286 sGold to goblins of Crikbent village.
  Profits of 1.154 sGold, 2 goblin girls, 1 gnome girl.
 1 human girl, light brunette and fair skinned, by the name of Andrea. Injured, legs harvested for rations.
  Volunteered herself in Haven. No coin value.
 2 goblin girls, light green of hair and skin, names unknown. Healthy and hale.
  Acquired in profitable trade with goblins of Crikbent village. No coin value.
 1 gnome girl, light brown of hair and skin, name unknown. Health and hale.
  Acquired in profitable trade with goblins of Crikbent village. No coin value.
 
 Inventory of Coin:
 
 G:0 sG:1 S:29 sS:73 C:300 sC:656
 
 Coin profits earned from sales of slave girls:
 
 G:0.1154
 
 Inventory of Gear:
 
 Small trading pack, which contains: Four sets of collar, leash, and wrist cuffs. Enough iron rations(pemmican and hardtack) for three full meals for one person. Two small tubes of healing salve. A thin bed roll. A fire starting kit. A small coil of lightweight cord.
 
 Long hunting knife, good condition, good quality. Sawtoothed rear edge suitable for cutting through small tree limbs, bones, and tough hides.
 
 Traveling clothes, mediocre condition, mediocre quality. Slightly torn and scuffed due to bridge collapse escape. Shirt badly stained by slave girl blood.
 
 Author's Note:
 
 This story is partially inspired by "The journal of an Orc Trader" by appadoo1520, a story posted at the old Disturbed Things forums back in 2008. I thought that it was a fun idea at the time, and it stuck with me, even years later. So, I decided to try out writing my own version. I hope you enjoy it.
 
 The episodic nature of the story makes it fairly easy for me to write more installments as inspiration strikes me, so expect to hear more of Torrence the girl trader's adventures sooner or later.
 
 Comments and suggestions are welcome.
 
 Worldbuilding Info:
 
 Money! What are coins worth? The setting has three types of common coins: gold, silver, and copper. Each has two variations, regular sized and small. Small coins are worth one tenth the value of a regular coin, and are one tenth the size. Gold is worth one hundred times the value of silver, and silver is worth ten times the value of copper. Regular coins are about the size of a U.S. silver dollar, and small coins about the size of a U.S. dime.
 
 So one regular gold is worth ten small gold, or one hundred regular silver, or one thousand small silver, or one thousand regular copper, or ten thousand small copper. Small silver coins and regular copper coins have the same value. Why have two coins with the same value? Because not all places and peoples in this setting have the same access to gold or silver, so the larger copper coins are often struck to fill the gap. If a person needed to distinguish between coin sizes, they might call the larger coins "regular", "full", or "normal". The smaller coins are typically called "small" or "little".
 
 How much is a small copper worth? How much is a gold worth? A small copper coin is worth about five U.S. cents in buying power. A full gold coin is therefor worth about five hundred U.S. dollars. The setting is pre-industrial, so prices for common things are a little different that what we might be used to, but these values can give one a rough estimate about how much things are worth. A loaf of bread or a dozen eggs might cost a person a few small silvers, and a mug of cheap ale a handful of small coppers. A good day's pay for an unskilled laborer would be a regular silver coin (about five U.S. dollars).
 
 What is a slave girl worth? About five small gold. A premium girl (Corania for example) would be worth a full gold coin. This may seem like a low price for a slave girl, but one has to remember that girls are born ten times as often as boys. This imbalance of the gender ratios leads to the perceived value of young women being regarded as fairly low by most people in the setting, often even by the girls themselves.