Slave Auction

[~*fairywings*~]

Ciors

Stretched out, her wrists bound and secured to a ring high top the pole behind her, is the red head slave who has caught the attention of the patroling Master. She was forced to balance on the mere tips of her toes, her legs spread apart, shoulder-width, and her feet pegged to the ground.

Her skin, glistening with sweat, is of fair creamy complexion. Her hair is deep red, with fiery golden highlights running through it. It falls down her back in soft waves stopping just above a complex celtic tattoo.

Her eyes are piercing green and she darling looks right at this Master who examines and fondles every inch of her lean body. Though she has a small frame her breasts are large, round and firm, perhaps slightly oversize for her body. As the Master discovers by her squeal, her nipples are quite sensitive.

There is a tag hanging from the heavy steel collar round her neck which simply states Ciors indicating her name, but not her origin. She struggles against her bonds, trying to move from the Master's touch, glaring at Him with those bright emerald eyes.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

I watched as Lys obeyed me, even to running in the heat to get what I'd sent her for. That's why I saw the stranger grab her as she tried to dart past him.

My sword cleared it's scabbard with an evil hissss and people moved out of my way as bared blade in hand I went to rescue what was mine by right of owership and possession.

I smiled a nasty smile as Lys bit his hand then clamped down even harder when he didn't let go and he hollered in pain.

As his other hand drew back to strike my slave the tip of my sword touched his neck just under the hinge of his jaw as I growled, "Release my property or bleed out like a stuck pig you cur."

His head turned slowly and his little piggy eyes looked at me with a combination of anger and fear and then he blusted about her running into him and his grabbing her arm, which he still hadn't released.

A twist of my wrist and a flick laid his cheek open from just beside his eye to his chin. He let Lys go as his hand flew to his injured face and he yelled in shock, pain and outrage.

When he stopped howling I said loud enough for all to hear, "Let that scar mark you as a cur and a liar. I watched my girl as she went about my business and saw you grab her for no reason.
"She's collared and leashed so obviously is owned.
"You trespassed onto my property without my consent.
"If you're still in my sight by the time I count to 10 I will either slice you to ribbons or shoot you and I'll be well within my rights.
"I should know the law as I'm the Lord of this land so run and live, stay and die it's yours to decide."

As I'd been speaking he grew paler and paler and when I'd finished he was of at a lumbering run hand and a dirty handkerchief on his cheek.

"Come my slave. Let me escort you so that there's no further incident."

"You! Boy! Bring a pitcher of clean and cool water and a mug. Quickly now," I called to a nearby gawking lad as we walked to the carriage.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Ciors

Ciors observed the scene as a familiar one. This slave market was full of "curs" as was stated by the Master.

It was nice to see a Master who was actually protective of His slave, but it still did not change her mind. It was evident that Ciors was displeased to be in the position she was in. She greatly disliked being treated like a piece of meat or livestock. She was a person, with thoughts and feelings and she was not afraid to express them.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

OOC: Welcome back into your own story lil one. *BS

IC:

The boy arrives and Lys and I drank all of the water in the pitcher between us. I gave him several coppers, he tugged his forelock and ran off to return the pitcher and mug.

"I told you mine. No one without my consent...ever. Now do you understand and believe me?" he asks as he takes out the stachel and hands it to Lys to carry.

 

[katalynn]

There was blood on my lips, almost forgot what it tasted like. I used to enjoy the taste of blood when some reached for me like that. Kinda brought a smile to my face to be able to have the same peircing bite.

Master came, I was somewhat afraid of being punished later for this. He didn't seem concerned about that, when the guy let me go I walked behind my master, kneeling till he was finished with this man. There was a hand print on my arm where he grabbed me. Most likely turning into a bruise later, slowly began to rub the pain away with my other hand.

We were close enough to the door that the fresh air felt good, even more so when we walked out to the carriage. He told to boy to get some water. I had managed to clean up most of the blood around my lips, somewhat relishing the taste of it for the moment in silence. Till he gave me the water to drink, washed it all away and there was no trace of it. All the while kept my head down casted. He did although notice that the print on my arm was starting to bruise when I held the items for him as we walked.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

"Had I noticed the hand print the cur would have lost the offending hand. He hurt you and damaged what wasn't his.
"In fact..."

"John! Could you come here a moment please."

A well dressed man comes over and say," Yes m'Lord as he bows slighty and tugs his forelock in respect.

"John did you see the big stranger I had words with inside?"


"'Aye m'Lord that I did."

"Get a couple of the lads, find him and take him to goal please," he says as he lifts your arm, a large bruise already appearing, " as you can see he's damaged my property and will stand trial for it.
"Had I noticed inside I'd have taken care of it personally, but now it's the Law's place to do it."

"Aye m'Lord I'll take care of it. You can count on me sar."

"Good man John and here's some coin for lagers on me when the jobs been well done."

"No need m'Lord, but me and the lads thank ya just the same," and he's off at a run calling out names as he goes. Soon there are half a dozen men trotting down the lane toward the village.

"Now my Lys, lets you and I go and claim my due."

 

[katalynn]

A smile crossed my lips as I heard over the conversation. When the other man left to take care of business. Just before we started walking I spoke softly, almost wispering for I was speaking without permission.

"I do believe you, and..... thank you M'lo.... master." I followed in silence to claim the other slave, she kinda reminded me of me when i was in the cage, pretty much the same postion. I couldn't help but take a peak at her. After all she was going to be my *sister*.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

We arrive at the stake where the red haired wench is secured.

"I am Lord Montebank, the Lord for this shire and your new owner girl.
"I see your name is Coris, that's Irish for Chris and so you'll be called.
"You will address me as m'Lord or Master when we are all at home, but in public you will always address me as Master slave."

His arm goes around Lys and brings her closer to them as he continues, "This is your sister slave. Her name is Lys and as she is the first of my slaves, you being second and likely the final one I'll aquire, she is First Girl in my home. Keep that in mind and listen to her.
"I wish you two to talk freely and privately for a few minutes so Lys can tell you about me without worrying I'll over hear and perhaps be angry by anything she says to you.
"Lys, tell her about me. Be truthful and forthright with her. All is begun by starting with honesty.
"I'll find the lad and return with water."

OOC: You two talk. Lys let her know about how you were taken to the manor because of your behavior. *s
You'll have a few posts each before he, the lad and water return.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Ciors

Ciors looks up and though her eyes try to hide her emotions, it is plain and clear that she is frightened. Though Ciors is certainly not a new slave, her last Master had been the only she'd ever had. She had been with him since before she could remember and he was sweet and caring to her. He had died and she was auctioned off to this slave market by his son who did not want her but rather the money she could bring.

The slavers had treated her harshly, and for the first time in her life she'd come to resent her place. Before, Ciors was happy to be a slave. She was clothed and fed well, provided with shelter and care. She loved serving her Master, but now she was hardened, having been at the msarket for a month before they put her out for sale.

She feared this new Master. What if h was like the slavers and beat her for no reason.

She looked at her new "sister" and her expression softened.

"Is he......is he like these slavers? Is he harsh? or cruel....for no reason?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle, laced with her faint Irish brogue.

 

[katalynn]

Lys~

She was beautiful I would have to admitt. To myself of course. Never thought I would look at another female in such a way. It almost aroused some, not enough to be noticable. Lowered my head till he had left, even then I kept it lowered. Was more out of being ashamed to tell how he had punished me.

Slowly I started to speak, I started by telling her about how he threw blows into my gut, the clit leash. How I head-butted him in the back on the way out. My punishment was the walk home with the leash pulling tightly on my clit the whole way. When we got home he kept bound and raised, fed me. How he used my weak, sensitive body to have me submit to him. The test of trust when he pierced me.

"Master will take care of you no matter, even if he does punish you, he'll treat you right when it's done to his pleasure. He honestly doesn't like to punish, but he will if it comes to it. And he won't let it go lightly.
"The trip home yesterday was more than enough to make me realize what he is capable of. He leaves it to you to decide if you want to submit easily or the hard way. Either way he knows how to treat you right.
"Master is like no other, he actually cares about what happens. As you most likely saw with the incident a few minutes ago."

Let my words trail off, letting them sink in and listen to what she may have to say to this.

 

[katalynn]

Looked up to her with her words. She could see the fear in my eyes as well. Only she didn't know it was fear of this place, not of M'lord.

"No, he is nothing like these pitiful, fowl slavers. He will feed, let you sleep in a real bed, among other pleasurable things. He only punishes when it has reason. No more, no less."

With this said I lowered my head and gaze back down. I heard master coming from behind, I had learned to hear his voice, the sound of his steps.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

"Well I hope that you've finished.
"Lys, use the cloth in this bucket. Wipe Ciros down and cool her off. The lad has water for all of us when you've finished."

"Coris, how will it be with you? Will you fight and try to escape or accompany us peacefully to your new home?"

 

[katalynn]

Lys~

I was extremly hesitant to step into the cage, for a split second I looked into his, more to reassure myself more than anything. Why couldn't I lose this fear, I had no more reason for it. It just wouldn't let me go.

Slowly and lightly began to wash her down, acting like I was afraid to touch her. Placed the cool wet rag on her forhead, neck, shoulders. down her arms, legs. The base of her chest at the collar bone, but not touching her breast or any other part. Just giving her a light rub down where it would cool her off fastest.

Hoping that would satisfy M'lord, quickly steped out of cage, I'm more than certain he would understand my reasons for not wanting to stay in there long. Just before I stepped out though, wispered in ear, putting the rag along her back and neck on last time.

" This master really does care, you'll see."
Stepping out, to kneel behind m'lord, awaiting for his word otherwise.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

OOC: No cage. Just tied wrists tied to a ring in a post over her head and her feet apart and tied to pegs.

"All of her please Lys. There's no reason to leave parts of her hot and sticky.
"You wouldn't like it would you?"

 

[katalynn]

OOC~ oops must have missed something, oh well.. so no cage then hehe.

IC~

Resisted for a moment at his request. Didn't mean nor want to disobey, just I wasn't used to touching people, let alone another female. This was all new to me.

"No master, I would not like that." there was some sharpness to my tone, it was mostly from being in this awful place for what seemed like forever. Starting to get irritable and he could see it, see that I was struggling to obey, there was also a hint of being over heated in this place. My movements were not as swift as they were earlier.

I took the rag to her once again, trying hard to focus on the task at hand and not this place, or the heat. The cool water felt good on my hands at least. This time I wiped every inch of her, hesitant about the slit between her legs, I got there as well. Making sure she was clean and cooled off. Even wetted her hair some, to keep her head cool. went back to kneel at his feet once again.

"Was that more pleasing for you master?" Wanted to make sure he was pleased.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

"Much better sweet Lys not close your eyes, "he says as he lifts the bucket with a smile, "it's your turn to cool off."

When you obey he slowly pours it over your head and body to cool you down too.

He sets it down and pours two mugs of the chilled water. One he keeps for himself. The other he hands to Lys and has her share it with Ciors and tells her to refill and drink until they've finished or it's gone.

Then he waits for Ciors to answer his question to her.

 

[katalynn]

The water felt extremly pleasurable running down my body, lifted my hands up, held my face up to the water, pushing some the fly away strands of hair back into place. Wanting to keep it nice looking. It was bad enough I had a bruise on my arm, which was now a clearly visable hand print.

At this point I didn' care if anyone saw my body, it was clear as day now, everything showing in plain site at the thin whit material. I just knew that it felt wonderous against my skin.

I practically drank all the of water in the mug, refilling it before taking it to my new sister. Once it was gone, I sat in my knees at masters feet, waiting eagerly to get out of here. I did not show it for I kept my head down, and silent.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

When my Lys knelt again my hand stroked her sopping wet hair as I awaited the reply. I touched and stroked her because it gave me pleasure to so so, because it let her know I was there and she was safe, because I owned her and I could and wanted her to ocntinue to understand that.

 

[katalynn]

Lys~

The touch of his caressing, brough the greatest comfort to me. Wanted more than anything to lay next him, have him hold me like this morning. Instead, closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his strokes. Soon enough I was purring deeply, lost in my own little world for the time being. Only his touch has been able to calm me to such a state of mind. Wasn't sure if he heard me purring or not, nor did I care, for once the fear was gone...

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Ciors

Ciors was horrified to hear of this Masters initial treatment of this girl. But she could clearly see that he was not like that at the present. Still, this did not change her mind, she was resentful of being a slave, resentful of her previous Master son for selling her, she had loved her home & know had a whole of unknowns to face.

She spoke not a word as her sister cleaned her, it felt so wonderful that simply her moans and purs would sufice for expressing her feelings. Her deep green eyes locked with her sisters when she assured her that this Master was indeed a good one. It was almost as though she was warning Ciors not to put up a struggle, like she did not want Ciors to suffer the same initial fate she had.

Ciors looked up at her new Master, her eyes searing into his, it was evident that there was fire and passion just beneath the surface and it was boiling to come out. It was evident that she had deep rooted anger and frustration. Her eyes told her story without words and she dwelled for quite a few minutes before answering his question.

The cool water sliding past her lips was welcome relief, for her voice had been quite parched before.

"I shall come peacefully......Ma....Master..." she said, as if she were struggling over the words. Though her words claimed she would be peaceful, her tone was far from it. Unlike her pervious words to Lys, these were jagged and rough, the tore through the air, her Irish brogue accentuating each word with a near hiss of displeasure.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

"Excellent Ciors. In that case you will be able to have your hands in front of you, but prudence dictates that until we reach the manor house you be secured.
"Something to remember slave if you try to escape or attack either of us you will be severely punished and the fault will have been yours as your actions will be the cause."

"Lys, take out the ankle cuffs and hobble. I'll cut her ankle fetters and you cuff her ankles as I do here wrists."

He bends and removes two wrist cuffs from the stachel as his feet then slices through the ropes to the ring on the post and her ankles ropes with his sword.

Once it's returned to it's scabbard he cuffs her wrists before her as he massages both shoulders to releive the pain from her prior position.

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Ciors

Ciors winces as You remove the tight ropes that had bound her wrists and ankles. The blood flows back to her limbs and she trembles slightly. Her body leans into Your caress and her eyes meet Yours, thanking You silently for Your care.

She cannot help but wonder if this Master actually was kind. She felt ankle and wrist cuffs secured to her and waited in silence for Your next command. You had treated her with kindness and she should be greatful for that, so her eyes were cast downward in submission. She had no reason to hate You, or resent You, after all You were the one taking her away from this horrible place, and Lys made it sound as though You had been kind to her.

Ciors decided that for the time being it was best to submit and co-operate. She stood there awaiting Your command.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

Once she was secured Lys took one arm and I the other to steady and support my new slave. Her time on the post had fatigued her legs geatly and she was very unsteady on her feet.

We reached and entered the carriage and rode back to the manor with Ciors at my side and Lys across. I had Lys rub and massage her legs to remove any residual cramping and restore full use of her limbs.

I learned that she'd eaten nothing since yesterday and on our arrival had food sent up to my room. I sent Lys to have hot water brought up to the tub and led Ciors to my bedroom.

"This is where I sleep and very frequently where one or the other or both of you will sleep too Ciors.
"I'm a stern and strict Master but I'd like to think not a unkind or thoughtless one.
"If you obey immediately to the best of your ability, if you strive to be pleasing and give me pleasure you're life here will be a good one.
"However, if you are disobedient, rebellious, try to escape, attempt to injury me or any of mine, or every lie to me and l learn of it you'll be severely and harshly punished.
"As you can see slave all of those choices are yours to make and any consequences earned will be up to you, whether good ones like rewards or bad ones like punishments.
"Have you any questions to ask me slave?"

 

[~*fairywings*~]

Ciors

By the end of their journey Ciors was able to walk and use her legs again. Though her balance was still a touch unsteady she made her way through the house and up to her Masters bedroom.

She thought for a moment if she had any questions for her new Master, or which of her questions would be appropriate to ask.

"I was going to ask You for some food and a chance to gert cleaned up Master, but I see, gratefully, that You are seeing to that." she whispered, her eyes still cast to the ground. She chose to call Him Master as she wanted to be respectful and submissive. As her Master would soon discover, Ciors was a complicated slave, half the time she loved her service, loved to please and to obey. The other half of the time she resented it, hated and rebelled against it. Only time would tell how long it would take for the latter to expose themselves.

"Master?....." she asked softly, "May I ask, why did You chose me? I've been displayed by those horrible slavers for a month, held that same way, day in and day out. I know I was free as You have tamed Your First Girl, but I am no where near as valuable as more than half of the other slaves there. What made You choose me?" she asked, her voice as soft and gentle as a summers breeze, not harsh & icy as it was before..

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Lord Montebank:

"A reasonable question my slave.
"You have a body as good or better than any there and once you've no longer on their starvation rations I believe it will be the best that was still available.
"You're face it's beautiful, but striking and attractive and when combined with your skin, hair and eyes is indeed lovely slave.
"However, the reason I chose you is that your spirit hadn't been broken. Unlike the others you were dead inside, just a draught animal or fucktoy to be used or ignored.
"You're beautiful green eyes showed me that there was a fight left in you Ciors and I suspect that once you've freely surrendered, submitted yourself to me freely and willingly that you'll be a wonderful a slave as my Lys is and will become."

He's watched you as he answered your question, watched you closely, face, body and eyes to guage your reactions.

"Any other questions for me my Ciors and you are mine?"