"She’s been fed exceptionally well," explained the trader as his prospective customer followed the curve of Kamyuu’s sumptuously broad buttocks, which rippled and quivered as she twitched continuously, down into her thighs, plump with muscle and spaced just perfectly to show off the naked, dribbling cleft of her sex. Down into toned, tight calves and her slender ankles, and perfect, narrow feet. "I take very good care of this one, y’see"she’s no ordinary slave girl. She’s worth much more, this one."
"Kamyuu, good bitch," squawked the silver haired slut, grinning dumbly. "Kamyuu, worth your weight in gold."
The trader sniggered. "Do forgive her if she picks up a few things you might say around her, though. She’s not quite right in the head any more, after all."
Kamyuu’s ponderously large breasts rose and fell, drifted apart slightly and collided once more over and over as she breathed slow and deep in the open air. Suddenly she stopped, and sniffed deeply.
"Kamyuu, meat," she announced as if to herself.
"Girl can smell almost anything, mind you."
The courtyard behind the trader’s store, usually full of people, had been empty all day. Now there was just the trader and his client, and Kamyuu, buck-naked on the end of a long chain and panting softly, sweat still coursing down her beautiful body and dripping onto the warm sand under her bare feet. No doubt the harsh midday sun beating down on her bare skin warmed a girl by now used to cold, dank cells and darkness.