Welcome to my playground. Please note that all characters in this story are 18+. This story contains nonconsent, reluctance, some mind control that develops later in the story, dominance, queer sex and some incest so please be aware going forwards.
--------------------------- Original title: The Road to the Capital
Naomi sat restlessly in the jostling darkness of the metal cage. She could feel the heat from the day settle on her skin. Besides her were two girls that had been sold from the village next to hers. Naomi knew them to be cousins from her outings in their town's market. They had both been owned by the wealthy Lord and Lady of their area. It was as uncommon to have slaves in this region so far from the capital as it was to see a magician or member of court.
The area was ripe with gossip amongst the scurrying villagers. Naomi could not begin to count the hundreds of whispers about the parties that took place there. Drinks were flowing until daz break and the squeals of pleasure echoed through the Lord and Ladys' hall. Some even were bold enough to claim to hear the moaning from their homestead to the main square. But, regardless of history, the two were owned by a well-known family. They must have fetched a fair price.
The two sat side by side wearing identical white dresses. Their brown eyes casted downwards as they stared at their clasped hands. Naomi marveled at the symmetry and meekness. From her seat, Naomi felt like the material looked to be some form of silk. She hadn't seen silk since the wedding of the Lord and Lady that owned the girls. Whatever it was it was a very thin material and to Naomi's blushing surprise she could see the outline of their breasts and their pink nipples poking out from the chill of the air from the translucent color.
Naomi tried not to remember the horrible scene from earlier. Waking up to a seemingly mundane day had been the last happy thought before everything changed. Her step-mother had been her only living family since the passing of her father. She'd worked hard to keep her stay but the times had been tough and the winters long. She had been sold alongside her father's golden harp, a family heirloom that had been her great-grandfather. She could feel her shoulders tense as she pulled herself from the memory. The memory felt as heavy as the chains around her neck and wrists.
Blinking away tears, her eyes fell to the corner of their cage. She studied the dark area for a while. Feeling her eyes adjust to the lack of light she started to see the outline of a man. He had not spoken to them once since they had entered the cage and Naomi hadn't even noticed him. She wondered if the other girls had noticed him and even more so if they even cared?
The journey to the capital was a day and a half. The man in the corner did not move. The cousins were more restless. They were clearly not used to such a confined space. Every jostle they moved and every turn they paced. Naomi's room in her step-mother's home had been the size of this cage and so she sat in peaceful sorrow; she was fully resigned to her fate.
Finally, the maddening silence pushed one of the cousins to venture a small squeak of a question, "Do you know where they are taking us?"
At this the man stirred and looked at her. His long dark hair covered his face, and he sat with his legs out and his head in between his knees. Naomi could see fresh lashes on his arms and winced at how infected they already looked.
In the darkness he spoke softly, "They will take us to the slave market. If no master or mistress will have you then you will be sent to the pleasure district,"
"What is that?" Naomi implored, her eyes wide and in shock.
"It is a horrible place," the other cousin whispered, her face was more angular than her cousin's. Her sharp cheekbones jetted out and her breasts looked more supple. Naomi noticed that she could see where in the girl's sitting position the dress had fallen deep into the crevice of her sex. Naomi started as she realized her unabashed gaze was caught by the sister's smile and raised eyebrow. Naomi quickly averted her eyes.
"Yes, I see. So if you are bought by one master then you serve that one master. And if you are lucky he or she is not cruel. And if you are luckier he or she is perhaps kind," the first cousin said, as if seeking a resolution to her question.
The man in the corner chuckled as if reading her thoughts, "But at the pleasure district you serve all."
"Yes and what is so bad about this place? I've never even heard of it..." Naomi sputtered out, startled at her own daring.
But before either girl could respond the man raised his head and spoke.
"It is where any person who has two pennies he can rub together may come in and use you as he sees fit."
Naomi caught the man's eyes as he spoke and she looked away. His bright blue eyes and dark black hair were an intriguing contrast for her. She felt strange emotions whirl around inside her and it felt as if her core were vibrating.
He continued speaking, "The capital has many of them that service different districts in the area. Imagine a giant farm, but instead of stock in stalls it is slaves, and instead of crop or meat production it's only purpose is pleasure. Except not your pleasure, no, it is for their pleasure. And the worst is that you can never escape."
"How do you know this?" Naomi demanded, her wide brown eyes filling with tears of disbelief.
"Because I was there."
"But you just said that once you're there no one can ever escape," the pretty cousin said, a haughty tone to her voice.
"Oh yes, because I am most certainly a free man now in this metal box with you three sold slave girls as we make our way back to the capital," he snapped back.
His retort was met with silence.
"Use your head, girl. You're going to need it to survive in the capital. You might have done well in your small pathetic village with that half decent face of yours, but that won't last a second in the wolf pit and you know it."
Naomi looked at the two cousins for a response. But when his comment was met with stone cold eyes Naomi realized she was entering a game that she didn't know the rules of. She self consciously pulled her knees closer. The rest of the ride was made in silence at his words and Naomi was left alone to her jostling thoughts and the strange vibration that continued to hum through her. When Naomi felt the carriage stop, the door slammed open and she was shocked to see the bright moon spilling light onto the dark and dingy forest. How had time passed so slowly and suddenly all at once?
The man with the scar had been joined by a small party of other slave dealers and Naomi could see two other large metal boxes similar to the one she was in. There was a fire roasting. Freshly cut game was cooking on it as well as a pot with boiling aromatic soup. Naomi's mouth was watering. She realized it had been many hours since she had last eaten.
"You can help yourself to the two in white as they are already experienced, but don't touch the other one. She is pure and I want her to remain that way."
Naomi looked at the sisters uncomprehendingly. What in the world was going on?
"Actually, you can go ahead and bring her out. I want her to watch. Let her learn a lesson or two before we sell her. You can bring Felix out as well"
Through the slit of the door she could see the cousins were unloaded first and then stripped. Their nude bodies were aglow from the firelight. The faint chill in the air tinged their noses and cheeks a flushed pink. The man brought out two crudely put together contraptions that Naomi had never seen before and set them before the girls. It was a medium sized block of wood attached with four legs that kept it upright. The two girls were made to rest their stomachs on the block and then bent over as their ankles and wrists were tied to the legs of the contraption. Naomi could see their most feminine parts were now exposed in the open air.
"Make them face each other," one guy laughed.
They were moved so that they were eye to eye. As if on cue the girls began to kiss each other sensually. Their tongues danced and flitted about as they kissed, nipped and licked each other. Naomi froze as she watched them begin to play and the man holding her chains gave her a sharp tug and twisted her nipple to get her moving. She cried out in response.