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I am new to writing and this is my first submission. This novel centers on domination and submission, and includes themes within the BDSM sphere. This has slavery themes and has women who are put in submission reluctantly. If any of this is a turnoff, stop reading now. This is initially setting the scene but does get going soon after.
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The hustle and bustle of the Sky Port of Carrara kept my rapt attention, from the traders and merchants to the shiny decoration of the ordered city guard. At 21 I'd mostly been schooled at home by a range of tutors in everything from Science to Languages to Martial arts and had on limited occasions snuck out to visit Carrara city itself.
It was during late night excursions into my beautiful home city that I first saw the great injustices carried out by those in power on those without. Within all the kingdoms of the known world Slavery was commonplace and led to large swathes of society being owned and degraded with no say in how their lives were lived. This market was no different and amongst the range of goods on sales were chain gangs of men and women being led off to different Sky Ships to be sent to unknown corners of the Kingdom.
I am proud to be from Carrara but my people are amongst the most prolific Slavers and bought and sold every creed and colour with their only consideration the profits they could make and with no care or consideration for their charges.
I sought out my father's entourage and spotted them preparing to board the grandest looking Sky Ship in the port. The Sky Port was an hour's ride from Carrara City and was nestled on the edge of mighty cliffs that allowed for easier docking. The mighty Sky Ships, built with high masts and vast sails were able to swiftly traverse between the great cities of the Volant Kingdom and it was just a three-day journey to the capital for us to contend with.
I tried to sneakily make my way into the midst of my father's party but it was difficult to go unnoticed with his guards circling as people tried to get a closer look at the women in dark blue dresses standing behind my father.
"Oh Henry, where the devil have you been, you must not stray from the protection of my guard and we are due to board shortly!" In the frustrated tone only a parent can have.
"Sorry Father, I was distracted exploring the port and got a little lost in the market," I replied.
At this point my father's eyes lit up as he chuckled, "Looking for a first addition to your collection eh son?"
I glared at my father in response, "You know how I feel about such things and you have enough slaves with us to more than make up for it."
"Ha-ha, whatever makes you think that's a bad thing."
I hated the creepy look on my father's face as he leered at the pair of slaves standing to attention by his side. He proceeded to grab the arm of one of his nubile Font's nearby and pulled her into his chest.
"Son, once we've been to the capital and had you registered at the academy you can begin your training and you'll have to deal with slaves as part of your day-to-day life."
"You know I have no plans on doing so Father," I bit back, "The practice is barbaric and outdated, we have more than enough power in our veins to not need to leech it from others."
With a condescending look my father retorted, "Don't be so naïve son, these two enhance my power to a level few in the whole Kingdom can match!" As he lewdly grabbed the collared brunette from behind wrapping his hands around and squeezing her breast through the silk dress she wore. My father wasn't usually so forward in public but the lack of a whimper spoke of years of abuse he'd subjected her to.
The closer I was to these two women the more I felt the sweet connection all Sorcerers felt in the presence of a Font and I felt sorrow for those women unfortunate enough to be born with the gift. Those found were enslaved to a magical device called a Soul Stone which bound them through a special collar and cuffs to my father.
Given gifted women could often source a much greater flow of mana, albeit with little ability to direct it, the permanent binding of one directly to a Sorcerer provided a constant mana boost to the bond holder. In addition, the collar prevented a Font from expelling their own mana so regularly needed to be harvested to prevent overloading and in doing so providing a significant short term boost of mana to their Sorcerer. The scarcity of gifted women and Soul Stones in the Kingdom meant the King kept a tight control over who was able to enslave a Font with most only going to the wealthiest of his Sorcerers. My father, the Duke of Carrara, was one of those few and had used his influence to procure not just one but two of his very own.
My father's Font's, Olivia and Phoebe, were both now in their mid-thirties but still looked as if they were in their early twenties. Even though their gift already granted them longer lives, the cruel magic at work lent a boosted vitality to both the owner and the bonded which meant that they would be forced to suffer an even longer life at his beck and call.
The two of them could almost have been twins dressed in the trademark attire of an elegant bare backed dark blue silk dress with just Olivia's red hair contrasting to Phoebe's brown locks that made it easier to tell them apart. My father needlessly insisted on them being at his beck and call and often added further indignity of having leashes attached to their collars. I say needlessly as the Soul Stone bonding as well as his mastery of his own magic allowed him to effortlessly direct his magic inside them and control their bodies on a whim.
"Father enough, can you not see that she is suffering," I pleaded as he pinched her nipple through the dress but knowing all too well it was falling on deaf ears.
"Phoebe here is desperate for a harvesting once we get comfortable in our cabins, aren't you my dear?" he countered as he felt up the back of her dress and nibbled behind her ear and for once she whimpered and tried to shimmy away to the amusement of my father.
