"Please, Master, buy me for your quarry!" called the slave girl chained naked to the wall in the busy afternoon market. "Buy me, Master!"

The Overseer stopped walking, the 10 slaves chained in a line lead by him coming to rest clumsily behind him. The overweight, balding man considered himself to have seen and heard just about everything in this life - but he had never heard that. "Well now," he said in a gruff, serious tone. "I don't often have slaves begging to work for me. You know who I am?

"Yes, Master," replied the slave girl, seeming confident and bold. "You are the Southern Quarry Overseer. You buy slaves to work the quarry."

"So you're a smart one, eh?" the Overseer said, a cautious curiosity in his voice as his eyes inspected her body. "Hmmm...your price is too high for a common labor cunt. Tell me, girl, what service have you seen?"

"I've been a whore in the king's harem for the last 8 years, but I've grown too old for him - I'm 28 now - so he is selling me." The girl flipped her bend her bare shoulder in an almost carefree way. "I'm glad he is, though - those other royal bitches are such a bore! I'm strong and healthy, and I'm ready to work for you, sir."

The Overseer raised an eyebrow. Of all the ways he'd heard the king's harem described, "boring" was not one of them. "I see," he ventured. "So you're ready to be naked and chained in the blazing sun?"

"I spent the last few years in the palace tending to the royal gardens, so I can handle the sun," the girl said with a nod.

"The southern suns are much more intense than in the capitol, girl," the Overseer prodded. "Can you swing a hammer for 19 hours or carry 100 pounds of rock upon your sunburned back?"

The girl's face fell a little, but she did her best to hide it. "If...if that's what's required of me, Master," she said.

"And you can do this under the lash?" the Overseer questioned, moving closer.

"I...umm...I've been whipped before, Master."

"Have you been whipped every day and all day, from the moment you are kicked awake til the moment you fall to sleep? And have you been so thirsty that you begged to suck the cum from a guard's cock?  And have you been so tired that you collapse under the weight of your load?"

The women behind the Overseer shifted nervously in their chains. Many of them knew exactly what he was talking about.

The slave girl on the wall shifted her eyes towards the coffle, and then slowly back to the Overseer. "Ah....no, Master," she confessed.

"Didn't think so. That is what the quarries are like, girl. Now stop wasting my time," the Overseer sneered as he turned to leave.

"Please, Master, don't go!" the slave shouted. "I'm stronger than I look, I promise! I'll adjust! All pleasure slaves are sent to the mines or quarries eventually."

"Yes, but not at 28!" the Overseer spat, exasperated. "You still have two good decades left in you! For fucks sake, you could work in the most expensive brothel for years, and even after your holes are used up, some seedy pimp would still buy you to suck beggars' cocks!  In God's name, why are you being so foolish as to court a life of misery, girl?"

The slave paused for a moment, letting her eyes fall for the first time. "I...I...want to toil hard for you, Master..."

"Bullshit," the Overseer grumbled. "I know a lying cunt when I see one. You don't think I've seen a slave girl at her most desperate - that I don't know how to make them desperate?" The man moved to within inches of the girl's face, real anger in his eyes. "Out with the truth, girl, or I'll have the auctioneer flay your hide right here!"

The slave girl slowly let her eyes meet the Overseers again. "It's...it's my sister, Master."

"Your what now?"

"My younger sister," she said sadly. "We were in the harem together after being sold - we got lucky that way, I guess. She was sold to the quarry 3 years ago - she was being punished for being too...free-spirited, I guess you could call it. I've been lost ever since. I'm her big sister; when we were first sold as slaves by our father when we came of age, I promised that scared girl in chains that I would protect her. But...I didn't. I couldn't. And I thought that was the end of it - she would die there without the two of us ever seeing each other again. But then I learned I was being sold, and...I knew I had to try to see her again."

"How do you know she's even still alive?" the Overseer questioned.

"She has to be!" the girl exclaimed. "She's the most strong-willed person I know. She'll have found a way to survive."

"Many girls have thought that before spending a day at hard labor."

"Many girls are not my sister."

"I see," said the Overseer, a rare conflicted look on his face. "Well, even if she is alive, you will not find her. There are thousands of slaves who labor on the rocks, and after the whip does its job, they all look very much the same. And you certainly will not be released from your chain gang to look for her - you move where you are told to move."

The slave girl paused a moment, seeming to really consider this last warning. Soon, as a single tear slid down her face, she quietly replied. "I....I have to take that chance. She...she has to know I came for her. That I did what I promised, that I didn't abandon her. She has to know her big sister came for her."

The girl suddenly snapped back to the moment at hand. "Please, Master, I'll do anything to go with you! If I'm too expensive, I'll act rebellious, and you can get them to drop my price. Or you can buy me as a whore! Can't you justify the extra money for a pleasure slave? I'll work in chains by day, and fuck in chains by night! Don't you want a slut to service you as you whip the girls at their work?" The chained slave jiggled her bare breasts seductively. "Please! I'll be the best labor cunt you've ever had!"

The Overseer looked straight into the girls eyes, and she looked straight back. He could tell, just looking, how seriously she look this. The balding man who thought he'd seen everything felt like he must be in a dream - none of this could be real, it was all too strange. Then again....he felt he'd best not wake up yet.

"You'd better be worth it," the Overseer grumbled, and the slave girl on the wall nearly collapsed in joyful relief. "Oh thank you, Master, thank you! I will be worth it, I promise! Thank you!"

Very soon, nearly everyone in the market was looking at this strange woman, thanking the reaper for leading her to a slow death. Some thought she was insane; others thought she was slow. But everyone, no matter what their opinion, knew she was the girl who volunteered.