All characters are 18 years old or older. This story is fantasy. Really slavery is a crime and a tragedy, but this is just pretend. Please read the tags before viewing the story if you might be sensitive to certain subjects.
Trigger warning: this story mentions incest and past abuse, SLAVERY AND NONCONSENT.
Thank you for reading and please enjoy!
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The young woman looked in awe at the floors of white marble that stretched across the vast foyer. Two staircases fanned out before her. The walls were very high with large windows that let in the day's sunlight. Giselle stepped forward gracefully, her heals clicking against the glossy floor. Noticing that she was alone in the mansion, Giselle took a deep breath and smiled. She allowed her shoulders to relax as she looked up at her beautiful new home. She spun in a small circle as she gazed up at the huge palace that would be her new home.
An elegant golden chandelier hung above. In between the large staircases that fanned out before her, there was a pair of large french doors that lead to the garden. Giselle walked towards them to gaze out of the glass-paned windows. Outside she saw a beautiful expanse of flowers and trees that framed the backyard. Down the stairs, there was a long, narrow swimming pool in the center of the yard that sparkled in the golden evening sunlight.
She laughed at the sight of it. At only nineteen years old, she had never imagined such grand luxury could be hers. Her father had congratulated her, saying that her arranged marriage would benefit them both. She hadn't believed him. At the time the comment had hurt her, still, she had always known an arranged marriage would be her future. She only hoped that her husband would be a gentler man than her father had been.
The long white curtains were swaying in the breeze beside the tall white pillars over the marble staircase leading to the luxurious pool. The air was filled with the sound of birds. Giselle's thoughts of her father dissipated as she allowed herself to be captivated by her new surroundings.
A throat cleared behind her. Startled, Giselle turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw the large man behind her. He was older than her by a decade from what she could tell. It was not what she'd expected. But, she noted that despite his stern demeanor, he was very attractive. She imagined that he might be muscular, but it was difficult to know. He was dressed in a crisp suit that seemed to hide most of his figure. She could tell that it had been tailored to fit him perfectly. His shoulders were broad and his hands were large. His presence was intimidating.
She blushed, embarrassed that he might have seen her acting foolishly. She had been trained to be elegant, pleasant, and intelligent. Most of all, she had been trained to please her future husband, in any manner he may see fit. Because she knew very little about the man standing before her, she cringed at the possibility that she may have left a bad first impression. Her father had warned her of how detrimental that could be. Thoughts of his punishments swarmed in her mind. She tried to push those memories away, worried that they might make her expression appear unsavory.
The man standing across from her allowed his own expression to give nothing away. Giselle had been adept at reading others. Socially, she was very bright and charming. It was most likely what drew the man to her, she thought. Still, she couldn't be sure how to please him just yet. She stayed silent just as her father had taught her. She placed her hands behind her back, waiting for the man to speak.
Silently, he stepped towards her. He surveyed her body closely, as if it were a map of places he planned to conquer. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and husky. Giselle enjoyed the sound of it. His words made her shiver.
"It's only fair that you know; I run a strict household. My rules are simple and fair; and they will be followed. After today you will be expected to follow them well. In return for your obedience, I will give you my trust and I will reward you in whatever fashion I see fit. Do you understand?"
Giselle met his gaze. "I understand."
"Good." He smiled a brief, but surprisingly warm smile. "Now, I have some business to attend to. You'll meet me in the dining hall in two hours. My friend will join us there. At that time, we will give you your rules. Until then, you are free to explore the house or the gardens. I see you've taken an interest in them."
She wasn't sure what to make of his comment. Curious, she wondered why the man would want his friend to be there when they had only just been married. She was sure that he would want him all to herself. But, she smiled nonetheless, agreeing to meet them for dinner. After he had left, she turned to the Frenchdoor. Looking out at the garden, she changed her mind. The garden would be there for her later; she wanted to explore this new castle of a house.
Wandering upstairs, her heels clicked on the floor creating an echo in the large empty house. Once upstairs she saw that there was a long hallway. Large wooden doors could be found at either end. They appeared to be bedrooms. She walked halfway down the hall when she noticed a large archway. Inside the room, the floors were now made of a rich, dark wood. Windows lined the one entire wall of the room, making the room very bright. There were soft, colored couches and a massive fireplace. The wall opposite the windows was lined with old leather books. Momentarily, she browsed the shelves.
When she was done looking at all of the books in the study, Giselle went back out to the hall. Leaving the closed doors on either end of the hallway alone, she traveled back down the stairway. The archways at either side of the entry hall allows her to go either left or right. She chose to go into the left portion of the house.
Through the left archway there was a sitting room. Large couches were placed across from one another with a coffee table in between. A piano was placed in the corner. The large carpet that rested comfortably underneath the furniture appeared very soft. Giselle looked around to see if anyone was nearby. She thought it was strange that in a house so large, there was not one maid or servant. Perhaps her husband had them trained to do all the work out of sight, she thought as she slipped off one shoe. Digging her toes into the plush surface of the rug, she let out a small sigh. She'd never felt anything so soft. Branching off from that room was another smaller hallway that she wanted to explore.
However, she noticed that the grandfather clock read that it was almost time for dinner. Giselle put her shoe back on and went to look for the dining room, just as she had been asked. When she left the sitting room and came to stand in the main entryway she saw there were a set of doors that opened into a medium dining room. When she entered, she saw the high ceilings and extravagant artwork on the walls. There were four chairs around the large circular table.
She stood there, as the minutes ticked. She knew she was early, but she didn't want to get lost in such a big house and not be able to find her way back. She was surprised that she didn't hear anyone coming. After a few more minutes of waiting she took a seat in one of the chairs. She was beginning to feel nervous. There should have been food on the table. There should have been food already prepared on the table. There should have at least been glasses and silverware out. Where were the maids, Giselle wondered.
"I found her," said an unfamiliar voice.
Giselle turned to find a young, handsome man standing before her. His eyes sparkled when he looked at her. He was tall with short, neatly cut hair.
Gently he took her by the arm as he helped her up from the chair. He smiled when he spoke to her, "Come along little one. I'll show you the dining room."
