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Content Warning: This story will feature (in later chapters) some BDSM content, while this is will strictly be between consenting parties and nothing extreme, it will be present. While the tags do say slavery, without spoiling too much of later chapters, it will fade. Additionally, there will be no questionable consent or anything along those lines, (aside for maybe the second chapter, and very lightly).
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Note from author: While this is not the first time i have written, it is the first time writing smut/erotica, so please all type of comments/criticism is appreciated. This initial chapter doesn't have any real sex, although there is some spiciness to it, and really just sets the scene. The good
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smut will likely start in chapter 2-3.
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Something was going on, Laurel could sense it. From the way people hurried past her, to the murmurs of whispers that filtered past the thin walls and into her room. It wasn't much, but excitement filled the air. It was well past curfew, and she knew under normal circumstances she'd be reprimanded, and surely handed a punishment. Yet with everything that seemed to be going on outside, Laurel doubted she would even be noticed.
She pushed open the door as silently as she could and slipped outside, seeing servants move with haste, and seeing other girls like herself starting to cautiously open their doors and peer out into the hallway. As they stepped out, none of them wore anything more than a sheer slip, doing nothing to hide their figures.
Laurel was, of course, used to this by now; however, when her parents had sold her two years ago to cover debts and after failing harvests, it was quite the shock. Mistress Evermore's School for Perfect Girls certainly had a strict dress code, though not in the way most would have initially thought. While the title of the school seemed innocent enough, enough that when she was younger and more naive, Laurel hadn't realised what the school actually was. It was no preppy boarding school, nor underfunded public one like she had attended back on her home planet. No, it was brutally simple what Mistress Evermore taught: sex.
Mistress Evermore would be disappointed to have it referred to in such a way, and she preferred to call it: "Catering to the needs of the Aristocracy." It was in no way a lie, but it certainly painted over some of the worst aspects. Such as the uniforms.
"Laurel?" Marcy, the girl who bedded to the right of Laurel, asked. She was standing mostly in the hallway, and the lights behind her made her sheer slip almost invisible. Years ago Laurel might have blushed, but now it was simply life, no reason to make it weird. "Do you know what all the fuss is about?"
"No. You?" She had some idea, almost always when some potential buyer, or as Mistress Evermore liked to call them, suitor, came around, there was commotion. Yet nothing had ever rivalled the activity that was being shown. She doubted there would be more if the school was on fire.
"It has to be someone important, that's for sure."
"I wonder who," Laurel said, looking down the hallway. She was tempted to stop one of the servants and ask, but she knew better. Standing out in the hallway she would be overlooked. Even if Mistress Evermore came out and saw them, she'd just be shooed back to bed. But actually drawing attention to herself? Laurel would be lucky to be able to sit afterwards.
She was about to duck back inside her room and get some rest when she spotted Lila running back. Lila was always the girl who everyone wanted to be, who flaunted the rules, but who no one would ever emulate from the punishments that she received. There was a rumour that she was a masochist, and most of the time, Laurel believed it. Yet if anyone knew what was happening, it would be Lila.
As she ran by, Laurel reached out and grabbed her hand, drawing her close. "What did you see?"
"A prince is here," she said, giggling a little.
"That would explain the rush," Laurel said, she didn't think they had ever hosted a prince. Various lords, yes, countless rich boys and minor nobility, also yes. But never a prince.
"That's not all!" Lila grabbed Laurel's hands tight, nearly bursting with excitement, "He's from Earth. You know what that means!"
"Earth?" She heard it clearly, and knew exactly what they meant, yet had trouble believing Lila. Over the thousand or so years which had passed since humanity learned how to explore and colonise other worlds, countless rebellions and wars had been fought. Currently they were in a relatively peaceful period, yet that was due to the fact that no one dared go to war. Not with the Kodiaks ruling over the vast majority of the core worlds. Any power which controlled Earth, homeland and cultural capital of all empires, already commanded massive power, yet the Kodiaks were different. So far humanity had never encountered any alien life, however, the Kodiaks were close. They were from Earth, same as Humans, yet when a radioactive asteroid slammed into earth in the ancient past, it created them. Only the Kodiaks knew what they could do, but Laurel had heard stories. Stories of entire planets being destroyed, of new life being made, great distances travelled in the blink of an eye. They were mythical. They were terrifying. "Is he..."
"Kodiak? Has to be. Who, or what else could an earth Prince be?"
"Yeah... He--"
"Back to your rooms! All of you!" Mistress Evermore's voice shouted down the hallways. It was unenhanced by any speaker or microphone, she didn't need the extra volume. "Just because we have a visitor I will not allow my establishment to go to the dogs!"
Laurel jumped and quickly waved goodbye to Lila as she ran down the hall, quickly jumping into her own room and closing the door. Laurel followed suit, and a second later sat down on her bed. A real Kodiak, she had never thought she'd meet one, and certainly didn't hope so. Her parents had told her stories when she was little about them, about how they would turn up to planets and in a storm of lightning and fire, take it for themselves, massacring anyone who wasn't Kodiak. Why any Kodiak would want a Human was beyond her. She heard they thought of Humans as inferior.
Yet one thought comforted her, if only ever so slightly, she had only been here a little while, most girls who were ready to be sold had been at the school for at least five years. She was the right age, she had just been sold later, but she knew that if there was a prince, Mistress Evermore would only show her best wares. Likely she wouldn't even see him.
A few minutes later she tucked herself back under her sheets and tried to fall asleep, yet she was unable to, for some reason she still was energetic, which didn't make any sense considering the day she'd had. Earlier she had just collapsed into bed, barely a second before she was out. Now thirty minutes passed and she was still awake. She hated to admit it, but the thought of the Kodiak must have been keeping her up. Eventually, however, she was able to find blessed sleep.
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The next day Laurel was awoken by the loud ringing of bells over the intercom. That wasn't unusual, it happened everyday, and she had begrudgingly gotten used to it. However what was unusual was the short message which followed afterwards, said by Mistress Evermore, "All Ladies please make yourselves look presentable and gather in the main atrium in an hour."
That was definitely unusual, it was strange enough that they were meeting before breakfast, yet what was most interesting was that it was all of them. Usually Mistress Evermore handpicked a couple students who she thought had the highest chance of wooing the buyer. Never before was everyone called together. Her suspicions only got worse when she remembered it was the Kodiak Prince, and Laurel began to wonder if something nefarious was planned.
At the same time, she knew that whatever he could do, it would pale to what Mistress Evermore was willing to do if she wasn't ready and there at the atrium. What Mistress Evermore classed as presentable was a dress which Laurel had been given, and periodically resized for, on her very first day, and since, rued wearing it. It was a lovely shade of dark green, it would make an emerald seem shabby, but it could hardly be called a dress. All along it, slits were cut out. While on the front it didn't look horrible, it showed a fair amount of cleavage, but that was to be expected, the sides and back were the worst. The dress went down to the floor, yet that did little for modesty, as the dress had a slit on either side which went up to her mid thigh. Above it were a series of smaller cuts, which while they looked beautiful, swishy, and ornate, only showed more skin. Above her ribs, the dress disappeared entirely, and showed her entire back. Truthfully, it wasn't that revealing, and compared to the slip she currently had on, it would feel like she was wearing mediaeval armour. Laurel had even gone out in the halls naked before, forgetting a towel when showering. But there was something special about Mistress Evermore's school, there were no men. For two years other than the occasional glimpse of buyers and men doing labor, she had only seen women. To be out in anything less than what she had worn when she wasn't a slave would be mortifying.
But she had to wear the dress.
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The main atrium wasn't that large of a room, and along with herself, there were only about thirty other women in the room with Laurel. She tried craning her neck to see over the tall figures around her, (they weren't that tall, she was just rather short) to try and see the Prince, but as far as she could tell, he wasn't there. At least that's what she thought until she remembered that he was Kodiak, he could be there with them, just invisible, or using any manner of tricks. Just at the thought, Laurel felt her legs go slightly weak, and goosebumps raise over her skin.
"Are you alright?" Marcy asked, looking down at Laurel with slight alarm.
"Yeah, just worried, that's all."
"Worried?" Lila asked, "Why? If he picks you, you'll never have to worry about any of this again. Plus you know what the Kodiaks do to their slaves."
"I don't think I do?" Laurel asked, hearing her voice go faint. The last thing she needed to hear was that Kodiak did something horrible to their slaves, or anything like that. She tried reminding herself that she would never be picked, but the echoing sentiment seemed to lose value every time she thought it.
Lila snorted in amusement at Laurel's tone, "They say they treat them well."
