Welcome Back!
I am so pleased that some of you are reading my story. Thank you so much for the comments as well, they definitely helped me to write this better. Kisses to all of you! Here is part two, hopefully a bit longer than part one. Just to clarify, the story is set in a dystopian world completely dis-similar to ours. If any of you are interested into learning more about the world in which this story is set, please let me know. I was planning on it just being a background thing, but if enough of you are interested, I might do a non-erotic account of the low-down of Eva's world.
Enjoy!
-EbbieBunnie
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Across the room, sat Salem. His reputation was almost as well known as Eregon's... and almost as feared. He was tired of looking up to Eregon, and was as surprised as anyone with the ferocity that his voice possessed as he called his bid for the wench on stage. Salem tried unsuccessfully to see what it was that Eregon saw in the pitiful girl. Having only come to keep up appearances and in the social eye, Salem had no interest in the male slaves. Weaklings, the lot of them. This girl, despite his enemy's attentions, seemed no different from the multitudes of others that he had seen auctioned. And, although he had no need for another slave in his household, Salem was sure that breaking the girl would, at the very least be fun. Plus, if it annoyed the great and powerful Eregon...
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Eregon sat, tense, waiting for the announcer to call out his prize. He would worry about why he wanted this girl so badly later. Right now, he had to keep focus...
'Four hundred thousand!'
Eregon uncoiled like a spring, and shot up out of his chair to look back across the hall to see the fool who had challenged him. There sat... Salem! The loathsome clod, waving his betting paddle lazily in the air. Eregon growled low in his chest. He wouldn't! In a low, deadly voice Eregon, slowly and deliberately, growled,
'Ten. Million.'
At this point the thugs did manage to drop Eva, in their astonishment at the new price. Only the top slaves, beautiful and fully trained went for prices like that. Although they had it on good authority that Eva was indeed a virgin, they hadn't even have dreamed of ever selling a slave for this much.
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Salem smirked heartily. Oh, this was going to be fun. Slowly, he signalled to the man next to him with three upturned fingers in the palm of the other hand. The man grinned evilly, and ducked out the door, cell phone already in hand.
Salem again raised his paddle, and made the lowest bid possible. Not to save money, he had enough of that. No, he wanted to irk the mighty Eregon. He wanted to make him mad as hell. Just before
he
took off with the comatose little slave.
'Ten million, one hundred', he coolly returned to the announcer.
Eregon again shot up, much to the amusement of the rest of the hall. Who did Salem think he was? If he wanted something, no one could get in the way. No one ever
would
get in the way. Everyone else in the room seemed to know what was good for them. All except Salem. Just as he was about to raise his paddle to make another hefty bid on his girl, his mobile rang. Glaring at the announcer, and making a motion for him to pause the auction, he glanced at the caller id and froze. His face drained of colour, before quickly being replaced with a deep shade of puce that crept down his neck.
Slowly, he pressed the accept caller button and listened to the message. As his face grew redder and redder, he glared down the phone, before hanging up. Eregon gestured to the announcer with a shaking hand. A closed fist. He would not make another bid on the girl still slumped on the stage.
The announcer balked in surprise, as the livid Eregon stalked from the room.
'Uh, no other bids? Then... sold? To Salem, for ten million and one hundred dollars!'
Salem grinned an evil grin. That girl had cost him much, much more than a measly ten million dollars. He had had his man call the lord of their state, and had called in a favour that he had been saving for over ten years.
Having served his lord during the last war, he had pulled many a favour to his master that were not strictly legal. Those who knew of his actions, knew that much of what he did, was what won the war for them. Salem had sent his man to make a call to the lordship's manservant, who had in return, called the lord to finally cash in that favour, in the form of his Lordship revoking permission for Eregon to ever buy a slave again, for some minor infraction or other.
It was perfect! Salem slowly walked up to the stage, with the eyes of the entire audience on him. He savoured the victory, even after the astronomical price that he had paid for the scrawny wench crumpled on the stage. She would do well for a few years at a harem, he assessed. She had the looks. Her breasts could have been larger. But it was no big deal. Her eyes were beautiful, a piercing blue that seemed to stare sightlessly at the very spot that Eregon had occupied just moments before. Oh, this was rich. He had her! Eregon's chosen one too, by the look of things. The signs were all there. Eregon's automatic protection of the thing, and her reaction to his presence, even when apparently oblivious to the world. If he really did have Eregon's girl, he could do anything. Request ay sum of money, any amount of favours. And all Eregon could do would be to accept.
Although, that didn't mean that he could have a little fun with the thing first...
Salem cackled as he reached the stage with the girl, standing over her in the ultimate show of dominance. Waving away the servants that crowded to assist, he hoisted the featherweight into his arms and across his shoulder, before walking slowly out of the auction room to his carriage, again puzzling his guards by leaving Eva in is lap, instead of depositing her in the crate reserved for such a purpose in the back.
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Eregon knew what Salem had done. He was one of the few people that knew of Salem's despicable deeds during the war, and of the favour that the Lord owed him. Eregon also knew that Salem hated him. But to take His girl... Eregon knew that the girl was meant to be his. He felt it, and he was pretty sure that even she felt it.
He was also sure that Salem would offer him the girl, at some point, screw the Lord's rules. But when, and for how much...? Eregon knew that he would pay any sum of money for her. But he also couldn't wait for whenever Salem felt like giving her up. What kind of state would she be in by then...?
And then Eregon knew. And a slow smile began to spread across his face. Quickly, he shut his eyes, and concentrated. If only he had thought to touch the girl! Then he would know for sure.
Eregon tried to focus on Eva. On her mind, and in her thoughts.
He pictured her mind as a castle, barricaded by impenetrable walls. Nothing, but nothing could get in. Then, imagining his own little draw bridge, he waited for Eva to accept him into her mind. He knew that he wouldn't have to wait long. He had talked to others about when they had first entered their Partners mind. They had always opened to them, voluntary or not.
