She shuddered as the sale went on, standing so venerable upon the block. Watching the bidders through her veil of red silk, she wondered what sort of owner she would have.
Her last owner had been cruel, used her unmercifully until he tired of her, and cast her aside for another.
She carried his brand, a tiny mark, which made her his property, to do as he willed.
So the bidding went on, several Masters had been to examine her, making her spread her legs, opening her mouth, looking inside. She was used to such things now. It seemed a long time since she was captured and taken for a Masters plaything.
She remembered the place where she was born, her happy childhood, only to be snatched away, with other girls from her place of birth, to be put upon the block for the first time.
It felt like a nightmare, and wished to wake, for it all to be over. This was the first time she was roughly handled, looked over by the Masters and Mistresses that attended the auction.
She was a virgin, but this made no difference to the potential owners. Feel her they would, place there hands all over her, the auctioneer screaming at them to take care as she was a prize to be cherished, not to be damaged in any way.
Her friends were treated the same way, mauled, prodded and poked, till the bidding began.
Dressed in white silk robes, veil upon her face, she trembled, waiting for her fate. The bidding was fast and before she could take it all in, she was sold. Who had bought her? Was her owner male or female?
Dragged from the block she was hustled to the pens behind the block. Her hands were shackled; light chains held her, her beauty stood out despite this. Proud she stood there, inside was torment, but she wouldn't allow herself to be humbled.
Standing there, her new owner came to see her. The Mistress was in awe of this girls standing, but she was the slave and was about to realize that.
"Kneel to me "was the first order. The girl looked into the Mistresses eyes and was punished with a flick of a whip across her arm. "Kneel!!"
So quick was the whips pain, she knelt, looking down, hoping the pain would not be repeated. "I am your Mistress; you will obey me in all things "These were words she became used to hearing. Dreading some of the moments and yet perversely willing them on her.
Her Mistress was kind, but strict and taught her many things about obedience and how to please her owner.
There were other slaves in the household but she was made to feel special and this was her undoing.
Slave she was, bought and paid for and slave she would stay till her Mistress was tired of her.
Some nights she was made to bathe, perfume herself and dressed in sultry clothes. Masked and jeweled, she was to perform her dances in front of her Mistress and guests. Her guest, be it male or female, were allowed access to her body. Touching where ever they desired, and asking for her to join them in their quarters later for a night of abuse and sex.
She hated this sharing but there was no escape. She resigned herself to this lifestyle and became subdued, withdrawn and less eager to please.
She endured her punishments of the whip, being tied to the single post in the slave's quarters and humiliated if front of her Mistresses audience.
This was the first time she was sold on.
Sold on to a merchant who was not so wealthy, lived in a household that required a slave to know her place and work till she dropped, only to be used at night at her Masters wish. Cruelly he took her, forcing her to have sex time and time again and when her tired, he kicked her to the floor and ordered she sleep there until the morning, when he would use her again. Would it never end, she despaired. Hating the oral sex he forced upon her, hated his smell, and hated his fat fingers upon her. She never felt clean and cried for the Mistress who had been kinder. But too late, now she belonged to this Master.
By now she was looking decidedly dejected; her looks were pale, her hair a mass of strings and her hands rough and sore looking.
Slowly the Master tired of her, looked for new blood upon the blocks. The one day he brought home another girl. Young and bright and terrified.
He shouted at her and told her to look after this new slave. She was sad for this girl as she would have to succumb to the needs of the Master. She told the girl exactly what would happen to her, and what would happen if she disobeyed. A hard hand giving her a slap, or the sting of the whip across what ever part of her body was exposed.
Night time for her now was peaceful, and the new girl suffered her. The new girl crawled to the bed after the Master had finished with her and the pair of them huddled together, taking the warmth from each other and comfort.
One morning the Master came upon them, in each others arms, his rage was explosive, pulling them apart, and he slapped and kicked them. "You are here for my pleasure, not each others"
That evening he put on a great feast, inviting his friends. The girls were bathed and dressed in fine gowns, slit to the waist, no undergarments were allowed. Chained together and made to stand in the middle of the room in front of the guests was worse than the block.
As the guests dined, they were made to wait and think about what their punishment would be.
