Led Away

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Second part of my story, by request.

The first part is here- http://sexslavefantasy.tumblr.com/post/123035712931/the-auction

She was now an owned slave. 
She was bought for a mere 250 pennies. Her new owner, however, was still
unknown to her.  She was led off the
auction block, and heard the auctioneer shout, “Next!”  She looked back to see another girl in
shackles, tears running down her face being led to the worn block she had been
sold on just moments ago.

A guard led her by her chain leash to a stone building.  Taken inside, she was glad to be out of the
sun, the dust, and her nakedness shielded from the view of the mob.  She was led to a large cage, a family crest
of sometime above the door.  The cage was
empty.  Despite still being shackled by
irons on her neck, wrists, and ankles, and chains connecting them, the guard
still locked her chain leash to an iron ring on the stone floor of the cage.

She flopped down, exhausted. 
The fear had subsided somewhat, although she did not like not knowing
who her owner was.  She leaned her back
against the stone wall at the back of the cage, its coolness feeling good on
her skin.

A slave boy shoved two bowls through a slit at the front of
the cage.  She scrambled quickly to the
cheap cracked claw bowls.  One was full
of lukewarm gruel, the other cool water. 
She had not been fed since yesterday, and hadn’t had any water, despite
the heat.  She was glad her hands were
shackled in front of her, and no one commanded her to eat without using her
hands as sometimes happened before the auction.

She slurped down all the gruel greedily, reduced to behaving
like an animal.  She would have gladly
ate on all fours if told to, her dignity had fallen that low.  Once she emptied both bowls, she crawled back
to lean up against the wall.  It was not
only cool, but provided, no matter how imaginary, some protection.

She watched the goings on from her vantage point.  After she heard the distant cheer of the
crowd, another girl would be led from the auction block.  Some were taken by their new owners
immediately.  Some were placed in cells
like hers, with family crests above the door.  Some cells were full of both male and female
slaves.  The male slaves having all been
auctioned off earlier in the day.  Hers
was one of the few that had a single slave in it.  For some reason, she was glad of that.

But her mind always went back to thinking about her
future.  She didn’t know anything about
slavery in the Empire except what the slavers had told her and the rumors among
the slaves.  She could be slowly tortured
to death for the pleasure of some sadist. 
She could be made to pull a plow, or was clothes, or clean for 16 hours
a day.  She could be chained to a sink to
wash dishes, her only food the left over on the plates.  She could be a sexual plaything, fucked by
her owner and anyone else he allowed. 
She could end up in a slave brothel serving  25 to 30 men, and women, a day.  Silent tears flowed down her cheeks. 

Every once and a while a new owner would pay for a
slave.  Most left immediately.  Some pushed the slave over one of a few
blocks of woods and stone.  Some were
tied to rings in the blocks, some were not. 
Some were given floggings or whippings to remind them of their
place.  Some were immediately fucked in
plain view of everyone.  No one seem to
notice.  Even the screams went un-noticed.

Eventually she fell asleep, despite her anxiety and
fear.  The past few days had been
exhausting.  But it was a restless sleep,
she had nightmares of the day she was captured. 
Her sisters, mother, and her being raped.  Her father and brother dying trying to
protect them.  And even her younger
brothers being branded and raped as the women had been.  She didn’t realize such things even happened
before she saw them with her own eyes.

A loud rapping on the cell bars woke her up.  “This is the whore you bought?” a pompous
voice said, as slavers entered into her cell and began to unchain her.  The voice belonged to a young man wearing
ridicoulusly baroque clothing.  He was a
dandy, with a foppish hat, complete with feather.

“Yes, that’s her. Isn’t she a beauty.”  A deep voice said.  He was a very tall, but thin man.  With long straight black hair, green eyes, no
facial hair, and mocha colored skin.  He
was gorgeous, with a swimmer’s build evident even under the baggy white shirt
he wore.  His trousers, in contrast, were
made of tight leather, and he wore riding boots.  He had a sword belt, complete with sword, a
pouch, a drinking flask, and a dagger. 
Her heart skipped, and her skin heated. 
This was her new owner?

“Beauty isn’t the word I would use.  She’s a peasant, a farmer’s daughter.  An untrained, untamed, wild beast.  You may be good at training war rhinos but
you’ve never trained a slave before.” The fop said.

“First time for everything, and she won’t look like this for
long.” Her new owner.

A slaver coughed, holding out his hand.

“Oh, sorry.” He said as he pulled a money purse from his pouch.
“250 correct?”

The slaver nodded and her new owner counted out 2 silver pennies
and 5 copper ones.  7 coins the size of
her thumb nail.  That was all she was
worth…

“Thank you Sir Raynard.” The slave said as he took the money
and left.

“Oak, the box.” Raynard said.

“Yes, Master.” An older slave with greying hair and wearing nothing but a loincloth gave Raynard
a small wooden box.  Raynard waited until
the slavers had removed all her shackles. 
Then he opened the box.  He took
out a fine, polished steel collar.  It
was torus shaped, the slave Oak wore one just like it. 

Her neck felt wonderful freed from the heavy neck Iron.  But it wasn’t for long.  Raynard handed the box back to Oak and then
fastened and locked the collar around her neck.

He did the same to her wrist and ankles with smaller torus
shaped cuffs.

“Turn around girl.” His first words to her.

“Yes, Master.” She quickly obeyed him.

He fastened the wrist cuffs together behind her back.

“Turn back around.” He ordered.

Again she obeyed.  He
attached a long chain to her collar.  “Oak,
we leave now, tie her to the back of the carriage.”

“Yes, Master.” And the slave led her outside.

The free men, her new owner Raynard, and the foppish young
man got into the carriage.  Slave boys
got on their hands and knees to act as steps for the men.

Oak attached the chain to the carriage.  “Keep up, don’t complain, keep your eyes
down, and don’t talk, understand?”  he
had sympathy in his eyes.

“Yes, I understand. 
Thank you.”

Oak climbed on board the back of the carriage with the other
slaves.  They could ride, but she had to
run through the streets naked and barefooted.

The carriage took off at an alarming speed.  She ran to keep up, her hand still tied behind her back.  The slaves on the back of the carriage
ignored her. She stepped in mud, and worse.

The carriage changed sped a lot.  In traffic in came to a stop.  Mercifully most of the time she kept up with
a trot.  But, though it was dusk, it was
hot and humid, not like her homeland at all.

She was called horrible names by the people she passed.  Some pinched her bottom, some fondled her
breasts.  A few even tried to finger her.
All laughing in great jest.  She heated
with embarrassment.

The carriage kept on, into the night. Its, and hers, destiny
unknown.

The she realized her new owner had yet even to name her.

SexSlaveFantasy

July 6th, 2015

(a bit long I know, it’s hard to write ‘tumblr length’)

Part 3 is here http://sexslavefantasy.tumblr.com/post/124336069901/new-home