Trigger warning: this dark story is non-consensual and contains scenes of sexual violation. In line with Literotica policy, the victim who's violated comes to orgasm and gets some enjoyment from it. If this will upset you, please do not read it and look elsewhere for something erotic.
Everyone is over the age of 18, and the story is set in an entirely fantasy world. Slavery and sex trafficking still happen today in this world and are utterly evil. Please consider supporting an anti-sex-trafficking organization.
The names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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On her eighteenth birthday, Rebecca daCastro's father buys her a very special present -- a slave-girl. Her very own slave-girl who will attend to her every need. Even better, it is one of her ex-school friends who has fallen on hard times. But will the two girls get on?
This story is set just after my earlier story, 'Slaves 01: The Owner's Story' and includes some of the same characters. However, it is a stand-alone story and you do not need to have read 'Slaves 01: The Owner's Story' to enjoy it.
SLAVES 2: THE SLAVE'S STORY.
CHAPTER 1
'It is a truth universally acknowledged that a young person in possession of sufficient funds must be in want of a slave-girl.'
Rebecca daCastro walked up from Kresto Abrikoto, or Apricot Ridge's, suburban train station running through the text of 'Pride and Punishment' in her head. She looked on as the little green train pulled away with a puff of steam as it headed to the next station down the line. The two rear carriages, little more than cattle trucks with canvas awnings slung over them, were still full of slaves.
She watched the slaves chatter under the hot tropical sun until the train vanished into a cutting.
Rebecca hurried to catch up with her friend, Alicia Bartro, who was walking up the hill closely followed by her slave-girl, Kyli. Their shadows were just starting to lengthen as the hot day shaded towards late afternoon.
At a glance, the two girls ahead were alike. Both were blonde and willowy. Their heads were close together as they talked almost as friends; owner and slave. For a moment, Rebecca was jealous of her friend. She'd love a slave-girl of her own rather than having to make do with one of her family's household slaves.
She carried on watching them until she caught up to the two young women. Closer, you could see the differences between them. Alicia had her hair in fashionable chignon whilst Kyli wore hers in a simple pony tail. Also, Alicia Bartro wore the smart grey uniform of the private school both she and Rebecca attended together with a straw hat. Despite the tropical heat, the uniform skirt came all the way down to Alicia's ankles. A most respectable length.
However, Kyli wore only a simple sleeveless shift dress that stopped at her knees, showing the girl's well-turned calves. Most immodest, thought Rebecca, but then slaves have no need or understanding of modesty unlike free people.
Another difference was that it was Kyli who carried a parasol shading her mistress from the sun's hot rays together with her mistress's heavy book bag and gym kit. But that's another thing, thought Rebecca. Slaves are no more than beasts of burden. It's not like they have the same feelings as free people. They like to be useful.
And it had been scientifically proved by Doctor Humboldt last year that slaves don't feel pain the same as free people. That's why you have to whip them so often. They'd covered that at school this morning. No wonder mother had ordered Cook to thrash her chamber maid, Luci, for the second time this week.
Rebecca caught up to her friend. With a sigh of relief, she swung her book bag down from her shoulder and handed it to Kyli for the slave-girl to carry as well. Rebecca was glad to be free of its dead weight bearing down on her shoulder. The breeze cooled her perspiration.
"What do you say?" Alicia said to Kyli.
"Sorry, miss. Thank you, miss," Kyli said quietly to Rebecca.
"I shouldn't have to keep reminding you," Alicia told her slave.
"No, miss."
But then Rebecca and Alicia fell to talking leaving Kyli to bring up the rear. And there was a lot to talk about. It was Rebecca's eighteenth birthday today and her parents were holding a party that evening for their family and friends. Rebecca was looking forward to it. Today she was an adult.
Soon, Alicia Bartro and Kyli turned off at their mansio. Alicia's family were easily the richest in Kresto Abrikoto and Alicia had owned a slave-girl for many years. With a little curtsey, Kyli returned Rebecca's book bag. Not for the first time, Rebecca wished she owned her very own slave-girl so she didn't have to carry the heavy bag in this sticky heat.
Rebecca walked on to her villa. Lush tropical flowers covered the building. She stepped up past the portico and into the cooler, wood paneled entrance hall. Rebecca paused with surprise as she saw her parents waiting for her.
"Happy birthday, Rebecca. Your eighteenth birthday present is waiting for you in the next room."
Rebecca was so excited. Her parents were wealthy and loved their only daughter so she expected something generous. "Oh, Daddy. What is it? Is it that ruby and diamond necklace I saw in de Graaf's jewelers? Or my own pony and buggy?"
Rebecca's father shook her head. He laughed. "A pony and buggy wouldn't fit inside the villa, would it? No, when I saw it, I knew you'd want it. Why don't we go in and see what's waiting for you."
Rebecca clapped her hands with excitement. Her mother and father looked at each other and smiled. After years of effort, Rebecca's father had recently been elected to the rank of Konsilanto or Councilor. He was now on the city council of Haveno Ananaso, Kupro Marbordo's capital. He'd worked so hard for this and now he wanted to celebrate his elevation - together with the increase in his earnings. Behind her parents, the family's slaves stood in a group and watched. They were all in on the secret. The only one who wasn't was Rebecca herself.
Their major-domo bowed. He was a dignified older male slave wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and grey shorts as well as his thin steel collar. He'd been with the family for years -- before Rebecca was even born. He opened the double doors to the daCastro's dining room. Rebecca ran in, her long skirts swishing as she passed. She couldn't wait to find out what her parents had bought her. Dim light filtered in through shuttered windows together with scents from their garden. She paused and looked about her.
On their large table laid for twenty dinner guests stood a display of fresh fruits. Wine glasses and silverware sparkled. It took up much of the room. A dresser took up most of one wall. Salvers and vases stood on its top. Paintings covered the walls. Landscapes of Old Iberia, her family's ancestral homeland, mixed with portraits of various ancestors. A baroque marble fireplace dominated another wall. At this time of year its grate was filled with cut flowers. Their fragrance scented the room.
Rebecca turned round and looked at her father.
"I can't see anything, Daddy," she said. Disappointment in her voice.
"Look by the fireplace," her mother called.
Rebecca walked around the table. No, she still couldn't see anything.
She pulled up short. Surprised and confused now. Kneeling by the fireplace was one of her school friends. The girl was wearing a simple sleeve-less dress.
"Amanda? What are you doing down there? Have you been invited to dinner?" She was surprised. Although Amanda went to her private school, their families didn't mix socially. Amanda's family was nowhere near as wealthy as the daCastros; the girl's father managed a department store in Haveno Ananaso or something.
Although thinking about it, she hadn't seen Amanda at school recently. There'd been a rumor that the girl's family had lost a lot of money when the Kupro Marbordo stock exchange took a nosedive over artificial fertilizers.
Rebecca didn't understand that sort of thing at all. She knew her father didn't gamble and he regarded stocks and shares with as much suspicion. He tended to invest in safer funds rather than higher risk ones. However, from gossip around the school, some of the other students' parents had lost money in the crash.
Rebecca held out her hands and drew up her school friend. Then she got the shock of her evening. A thin steel collar encircled her neck. Rebecca looked over her shoulder at her father. The man was trying hard not to laugh but he couldn't hold it back. He hooted with laughter like it was the best joke ever. Eventually, he calmed down enough to speak.
"Now you're eighteen, Becca, it's time you had your own personal slave-girl. The responsibility will do you good." He laughed again.
"Yes, it'll be your duty to train and discipline your very own slave-girl. She'll look after you, but it'll do you good to be in charge of another human being."
"But why Amanda, Daddy? She goes to school with me," said Rebecca.
"Not any more, Becca. Her father had to sell her to pay off his debts and when he approached me privately I knew she'd be perfect for you. Do you like her? Did I choose well?"
"Oh, Daddy, she's perfect. Thank you, thank you." With that, Rebecca dropped Amanda's hands, raced round the dining table and flew into her father's arms. She kissed him several times before breaking away.
"I hope she behaves herself and gets on all right here," Senhor daCastro said. "Of course, she's had some initial training at the Domo de Korekto but she will still need to be finished off and taught our ways. I thought you might like to do that."
He paused. "Oh, by the way she's not called 'Amanda' any more. Her slave name is 'Amna'."
Rebecca glanced over her shoulder at her father's words. At the mention of the Domo de Korekto, the House of Correction, she saw Amanda, or Amna as she should call her now, shudder. The Domo de Korekto was the house where slaves received their initial training. Rebecca had heard it was very painful and few slaves were willing to talk about it.
"Why don't you take your new slave-girl up to your room? She can help you prepare for your birthday banquet tonight, darling," said Senhora daCastro, her mother.
With that, Rebecca beckoned to Amna who followed her new mistress out of the dining room, into the vaulted hall then up the sweeping staircase to her bedroom. Once inside the privacy of her bedroom, Rebecca turned to Amna.
"What happened?"
There were tears in Amna's eyes now.
"Oh, Becca, it's like your father said. My Dad thought he could make a lot of money too quickly and as everyone was investing in those chlorate stocks, those horrible artificial fertilizers, but he didn't know the stock market that well and he lost all his money so he had to sell me to pay off some of his debts and now he's working as a humble clerk back at the department store and it's just horrible, Becca..." the words tumbled from the slave-girl's mouth.
"Stop. What did you just call me?" asked Rebecca.
