Naomis Journey

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.

"That didn't hurt," the voice sniggered.

Naomi hadn't gasped in pain, she had gasped in shock. Her breasts had never been touched before. And the feeling of the rough hands on her soft but covered body both shamed and excited her. He brought her to a small chair and had her sit down. Her hands were chained by the wrist and her arms were behind her. Her large breasts were thrust more outwards in this position and the man tying her up gave them an eager squeeze.

Then Felix was dragged out and the man with the scar roughly grabbed him by the crotch. Felix inhaled sharply and the man laughed.

"You should know better than anyone Felix, no one escapes me," he said and licked him along his jawline.

Naomi watched in sick fascination as the man unhooked his trousers and showed his large erection to Felix. Shoving it into Felix's mouth he gagged a bit and then recovered. And, with skills unbeknownst to Naomi, Felix began to take the man's erection and move his mouth on it. He paused only momentarily to let his tongue go over the ridge of the tip. While Felix kneeled pleasuring this man with his mouth, the two cousins had been mounted by the other slave owners. The prettier cousin's face was now busy pleasuring another man. Naomi hadn't even realized multiple partners could be present during these times. She faintly wondered what she would do if she was presented with two buyers.

The other cousin was only with one partner. He was pounding into her from behind as she moaned in pleasure. The man reached from around her and started rubbing something in at the front end of her slit. At this movement the girl began to cry out and buck her hips wildly towards the hand. With his other hand he rolled her nipple between his fingers. She arched her back to meet his movements as best she could in her fixed position. He continued to rub furiously at this spot and her cries grew louder. Then, as she let out a pitifully loud moan she slumped down onto the contraption. The man pulled out his throbbing red dick and released a stream of creamy white liquid that landed all over her back.

Naomi could only watch as the two girls were taken by the rest of the guards and captors. Neither girl was given much of a chance to rest or recover. When one had finished another soon followed. From where Naomi sat she could see the globs of the men's release caked the girls' backs and inner thighs. She watched as it began to trail and travel down their long legs. Naomi couldn't help the quiet little voice inside of herself that wondered what it felt like.

Meanwhile the man with the scar had now pulled down Felix's trousers. He made Felix put his hands to the wall and grabbing his bottom the man pulled it towards his erection, wet from Felix's mouth. In one swift, fluid motion he entered Felix who gasped in response. Naomi's eyes widened, she had never seen a man being taken by another man. She could feel the place between her legs was tingling, as if on fire, and a hot ache began to form itself in the deep pit of her core. The man grabbed Felix's hips, forcing him to move back and forth on his hard erection. Felix was grunting at the movements, holding to keep his balance while still maintaining the rough and fast movement. A few more seconds passed as the man began to buck his hips with Felix's moving body, then he let out a cry as he pulled out and released himself all over Felix's back. He smirked at Felix's spent body, reaching down with two fingers he picked up some of his finish and forced his fingers into Felix's mouth. Felix sucked the fingers clean at once and the man's smirk widened with uncontainable glee.

"You'll always be my favorite, Felix," he whispered in a low voice that only Felix and Naomi could hear.

He shoved Felix back into the metal cage not even bothering to pick up his clothes. He came over to Naomi and untied her. She moved towards the cage as quickly as she could. Noticing that the man's attention had turnt to the cousins, she bent to pick up Felix's discarded clothes. Hiding them in the folds of her dress she slunk into the cage. Felix was laying on the floor of the cage and she could see the outline of his strong rear from the light of the cage door ajar. His breathing ragged and she could see a little blood coming from where the man had assaulted him. She knelt beside him and tore a small piece from the hem of her dress where she began to wipe his brow gently.

The two cousins were thrown in, one after another, and they too collapsed onto the floor panting hard and covered in the men's release. Naomi tore a piece of her dress and handed it to the girls. They smiled gratefully as they continued to wipe themselves clean. Eventually she could feel that the cage was moving again. She wondered how much longer till the capital and with that last thought she fell asleep, unaware of Felix wrapping his arms around her as she dreamt.

Naomi woke with a start and blinked rapidly as her eyes took in the unfamiliar surroundings.. Then, it all came flooding back; her family's betrayal and being sold away. As she recalled the intensely sexual scenes from last night she could feel her cheeks burn. She had never witnessed things like this before and her mind was so confused at her body's response. She shivered in the early morning chill and looked around at her three companions.

"We are about an hour away," Felix said. Naomi jumped, having thought he was asleep.

She began to feel tears well in her eyes and hurriedly made to wipe them away. What did she have to cry about? Nothing that happened last night was done to her and yet she couldn't shake the strange feeling that swelled in the pit of her belly after having witnessed them. She had been told by her mother, before she had died, that from her childhood she must remain pure and wait for her true love to come. Having met her second mother she had learned that love could be made without pure intentions. Yet she still found herself here in this place with a deep fire burning in her nether regions and the shame that came with it only caused her to turn her head down.

Misreading her tears Felix sighed, "you don't have to worry about going to the pleasure district. I saw the amount of gold Marcus paid for you. He wouldn't have paid that much just to have a girl go there."

"That's not why I'm crying..." Naomi choked out.

Cocking his head, "then why?"

Naomi paused. She was not ready to share with Felix the inner turmoil that boiled underneath her surface but she also knew she wanted to be honest. She looked at him with her piercing eyes, "because what happened to you, to all of you, last night was just so cruel."

Felix laughed. It was a dry laugh that was void of humor, "Don't worry yourself. You will soon learn the same fate."

The lot of them fell into silence that was only punctuated by the coolness of the air. The last of summer had left. As the jostle of the carriages continued, Naomi wondered what was her fate. Naomi could tell they had entered the capital when the sounds of woodland animals had ceased and the bustling sounds of streets and city folk entered her senses. She longed to be able to see the sun but equally feared what the sights of her this strange new place would show her.

All too soon did they come to a halt and the doors swung open. The scar faced man was accompanied by a woman dressed in maid's attire, Naomi couldn't tell if the woman was beautiful or merely striking. Nevertheless, the woman pulled the three girls towards her and brought them to a tent. She washed the two cousins of the night before and expertly fascinated their hair into braids that she pinned to the side. She gave them two new dresses that they instantly hopped into and Naomi was far from shocked to see how pearly and translucent the dresses were on their bodies.

Then the woman, a serving maid from the looks of her attire, turned her attention to Naomi. Instead of putting Naomi's hair back like the cousins she unwrapped it from the sloppy braid and let it fall to Naomi's side. She began to spray something that smelled of the ocean air onto Naomi's hair and ran her rough hands through it. Naom could feel the transformation of her hair from dirty and heavy to soft and smooth. This was a magic spray?

The maid began to brush some powders on Naomi's face and removed the chains from her wrist. In the chain's place the maid put two gold bracelets that were shaped like ornate thin tree branches on Naomi's raw wrists. When the three girls were pushed into a huddle Naomi saw that the girls around her were either like Naomi with their hair down and or like the cousins, with their hair in braids pinned. Perhaps it was a sign of virginity, Naomi could only wonder.

As Naomi turned, looking for any familiar face, she caught sight of Felix who was standing with a somber expression by the man with the scar. He looked up and caught her gaze. She noticed how his eyes widened at the sight of her and his lips parted ever so slightly. She looked away feeling the familiar flush that exposed her secrets.

The girls were pushed into a line. Naomi was now somehow in between the two cousins. They were marched onto a small open area where they stood side by side. A small crowd of finely dressed Lords and Ladies came towards them.

"Lady Cairon, I have a fine specimen that may peak your interest," Naomi could hear the greasy voice of the man with the scar approaching her.

To Naomi's relief he brought the Lady to the cousin with the pretty face.

"My men tried her out last night and agreed that she is extremely responsive to stimulation. Her body is soft but perhaps not as ample as you prefer. Yet. one can clearly see she has a good face and strong legs."

It sounded like they were talking about cattle, Naomi thought to herself.

The Lady looked at the cousin. Her expression was clearly that of boredom. The man with the scar shifted nervously at her lack of response and then brought her to the less prettier cousin.

"She was gentle and soft spoken. Perhaps you'd like a lady who is good with her words and sweet on the ears."

The Lady looked away. Naomi wasn't looking up to see the Lady's eyes land and rest on her. She didn't notice anything until she felt the sharp tip of a bright red fingernail press underneath her chin guiding her face upwards. She met piercing emerald eyes and flowing black locks that framed a heart-shaped face of staggering beauty. Naomi felt her jaw nearly drop but the fingernail beneath it kept her face and mouth in place. Then, the lady brought the tip of her nail down Naomi's neck and towards her collar-bone. The point of the Lady's nails traced along Naomi's skin sharply. Naomi's lip trembled but her down-cast eyes were too scared to meet the lady before her.

Lady Cairon stepped back and whispered to the girl beside her. Only then did Naomi realize there was a petite girl standing besides the lady. She was dressed in a sleek black material that shone in the daylight. It hugged her curves and revealed parts of her creamy smooth skin in very suggestive areas. There were bright buttons that were running along the girl's breasts and lower parts and Naomi could only guess that it was for quicker and faster access.

The girl with the buttons moved to the captor. She kept a distance from him and spoke quietly, "Lady Cairon will take her except on one condition. Lady Cairon wants to test this girl out for three nights. This is fair seeing as she has never been used before. If this girl proves to be competent Lady Cairon will pay you double the price. Naturally, there will be a down payment in her absence. Lady Cairon ensures that should the girl be returned her virginity will remain intact."