Readers, please bear with me, as this is my first attempt at writing anything— let alone erotic literature. All settings and characters are purely fictional, and no minors are depicted in any sexual context. This story is just an introduction chapter of what could be a continuation story if there is enough interest. Please don't hesitate to comment or send me a message with thoughts and ideas for the future of this novella. I hope you enjoy this, and thank you for reading!
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I stood naked in the village market. The cobblestones were hot beneath my bare feet, and the sun beat down unforgiving on my sweat soaked skin. My arms were shackled behind my back with the same style of iron chains that cuffed around both of my ankles. Before me, were others in the same predicament. We had been standing in the main square of the market since dawn, waiting for our turn at being sold off to the highest bidder.
I was born free, but times had become hard after a failure to produce enough crops during harvest this year. My father had no choice but to sell the only object left of our family that had any remaining value, in order to keep the roof over my family's head. Last night, I begged him through tears not to separate me from the only people and place I ever knew. My mother turned a blind eye as she held my youngest sister close to her, as if my begging would cause my father to choose to sell her favorite child instead of myself. My pleas fell on deaf ears.
"This is your duty child. You are 20 years old, unmarried and still living under my roof. You do as I say," he told me sternly. "You've had your hand at many suitors and rejected them all. Now you will pay for your decisions in a way that will benefit the whole family. Do you really want your mother and younger sister out on the streets?" Ashamed, I allowed the guards to drag me away from my childhood home two hours after that decision had been made.
"Next!"
A shove on my back caused me to stumble forward and yanked me out of my thoughts. Slight laughter from the crowd followed me as a guard grabbed onto my upper arm and all but pushed me onto the platform.
"Turn and face forward, legs apart!" A loud commanding voice instructed me, leaving no room to question. A long whip dangled in the slave Master's hands, and his face showed no hesitation at putting it to use. I turned slowly to the crowd, and spread my legs as far as my shackles would allow. It was humiliating to feel the eyes of so many strangers ogling my naked body. My long, textured, black hair covered my large breasts and I almost felt a bit of rebellious triumph, though it was diminished as my thick tresses were pulled back behind me.
"The bid will begin at five hundred gold coins!" The Master announced. "Look closely at her unmarried flesh, plump breasts and bottocks. Sturdy legs aren't necessary, she can be kept on her knees!"
The laughter continued as the jab on my earlier stumble was heard by the crowd. The Slave Master continued his description of my body as though I were only cattle. His hands groped my breasts, squeezing to demonstrate the firmness and pinching my nipples until the soft tan buds stood at attention. A firm hand slapped across my bottocks, leaving the heat of what I assumed, an imprint of his hand on my caramel skin.
"Turn and bend, hands flat on the ground!"
I did as instructed once the shackles on my wrists we removed. My face flushed in shame at the command, knowing that my lower lips and asshole were being put on display for the audience. My heartbeat quickened and my legs began to tremble in fear as I felt the slave Slave Master's hands grope my ass and pull my cheeks apart for the crowd. Whistles and jeers echoed in my ears as my ass was fondled. I felt as a thick finger began to rub between my labia and over the nerve endings of my before hidden bud; now, protruding due to the attention applied to it. I had to clench my jaw in order to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. I swore if I ever became free from this, my father would pay for what he put me through.
"Look at this virgin asshole just waiting to be broken in! Very rare indeed and worth every penny to the highest bidder!" The Master exclaimed. His meaty finger began to rim my tiny rosebud as excitement filled the air from the onlookers. Another slap landed on my upturned bottocks causing me to jolt forward in my position. Finally, I heard the word that I dreaded the most as I was pulled upward by my hair and spun to face the crowd once again.
"Sold!"
Wincing from the pain emanating from my bottocks and head, I was all but shocked when the crowd parted to make way for the villager who had bid the highest. A very elegant woman glided purposefully to the platform. She was dressed in a crimson corset and a long flowing skirt covered with intricate embroidery and jewels. Her scarlet hair framed her stern face in tight ringlets and her piercing green eyes took in my trembling frame. Upon a snap of her fingers, two naked and collared slaves stepped from behind her. Each slave was beautiful in their own way, with full figures, caramel skin and dark brown eyes like my own.
"Take my newly obtained property back to the castle. Have her washed, oiled and ready for me by the time matters are settled and I return," She commanded. Her voice sounded almost musical to my ears and yet left no room to be disobeyed by its firmness. I was no lesbian. And yet, I realized quickly, that I had just been purchased by the most worshipped Mistress of them all— the Queen.
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The ride out of the village took nearly two hours by carriage. The cart was pulled by four slaves; their deep mahogany skin glistened with sweat and each were naked except for harnesses—the kind made for horses and ponies— fitted around their bodies. long tails made out of silken hairs had been inserted in each of the slaves' bottoms by the way of a wooden phallus. I dreaded to think that I could be put in the same predicament, but these slaves were men, so I held onto a small piece of comfort that I would not be turned into a pony as they were.
The two slave women accompanying me were not much for conversation and left me to my fearful thoughts the entirety of the ride sans for introduction.
"The Queen has named me Tanya and this is Natalia," said the woman on my left, gesturing to the slave seated in front of me.
"We are the highest ranking slaves in the counsel and answer directly to Queen Ambrosia. You will be under our jurisdiction and any downfall on your part will reflect directly upon us. Be sure you do NOT do anything that will have the Queen questioning our placement or, what is done to us, we will make sure you receive the same treatment ten fold." Anger bubbled up inside me, but I could do nothing but hold my composure and nod in understanding.
"You must be obedient to any and all commands of your betters. Any infraction will have you sent to the punishment chambers for the amount of time decided by Queen Ambrosia. You are a lowly slave and will be ranked below all of the slaves who have come before you. You will listen to direction and be quick to abide," Tanya continued."The Queen has zero tolerance for slaves who are headstrong. It is considered treason to ignore an order or speak back without being asked a direct question. No one cares who you were or where you came from. Once we enter the palace, you are nobody except for the Queen's slave. Do your job, and do it well and you will be rewarded. The Queen will treat you with kindness for your obedience and dedication. Anything else, and the Queen and ourselves will see to it that you are banished from the kingdom with nothing but,not before you are publicly humiliated and left for a day in the village for the villagers to do whatever pleases them with your body."
"You are to have no thoughts other than how to please Queen Ambrosia and on how to better serve her. Fight your position, and you will quickly come to regret that decision." Was all that Natalia spoke, before they both fell back into silence leaving me with my thoughts.
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Once at the palace, I was not allowed to roam and look about, but instead I was led into a large slave quarter. Tanya and Natalia directed me through a passageway outside of the sleeping chambers to the washroom and began filling the wooden basin located at the center with hot water.
"The piss pot is over there," Natalia directed, pointing to a medium-sized metal pail across the room and situated in a corner to my right. "Make sure you empty your bowels and bladder before you get in the tub. We need to make sure you are completely clean for Queen Ambrosia. NOW, SLAVE!" She shouted upon seeing my hesitation.
I already missed the luxury of using the outhouse at my father's cottage in privacy. I didn't want to be watched as I emptied myself into the pot, but seeing that I had no choice, I slowly treaded toward it. Grateful that the chains around my wrists had been removed before leaving the market square, I was able to hold onto both sides of the pot as I sunk my tired body down towards it to relieve myself. Once finished, I stood again and felt a warm trickle of piss slowly make its way down the inside of my thigh for the lack of a rag to wipe.
"Don't just stand there, slave, into the tub!"
Natalia grabbed my arm and all but dragged me, once again, to the center of the room and forced my body into the water.
"It's too hot!" I hissed as my skin made contact with the scalding liquid.
"Another word, and I'll make sure the next time you bathe, it will be after all the rest. You can sit in a filthy, cold bath and see whether you like that better," Tanya promised.
I knew better than to say anything else and allowed Tanya to scrub my body with a hard, bristled scrub brush. It felt as though she were trying to scrub the brown out of my skin, but I grit my teeth and took the abuse while Natalia knelt behind me and lathered my hair with a rose scented shampoo, before rinsing the suds away.
Tanya made sure no area was left untouched, she used the brush all over my skin except for my most sensitive areas. I was pulled into the standing position, my thighs slapped apart as she paid careful attention to the folds between my legs. The touch, though rough, caused a flutter sensation in my lower stomach. I opened my legs as far as the tub and the chains on my ankles would allow, and felt my juices begin to seep onto her hands and mix in with the rose soap. As soon as the pleasure began to build up, she stopped and turned my body away from hers.
"Bend and hold onto the side of the tub."
I did as instructed, and once again her hands were upon me. She ran her flat palm up and down between my cheeks and over the outside of my tight hole before rinsing her hand of the soap.
"Do not move, or I'll have you spanked," she warned.
I felt her fingers glide over my puckered asshole before pushing a single digit inside with little other warning. I gasped at the intrusion only to receive a sound slap on my bottocks from her opposite palm.
"Do NOT move."
Her finger began to wiggle around the walls of my anus causing me to bite my lip and try to hold back any other sounds. She pulled her finger out, twirled the digit in the bath water before inserting it back in my hole. This time, instead of wiggling her finger, she pushed it in and out of my anus, adding to my humiliation.
