A Slave's Regret

Note: All characters mentioned are 18+. This has non-consent to the max! This is not dubcon, only pure non-consent and unwillingness! Don't read this if non-consent is not your thing!

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"Line up, all of you!" a greasy, heavyset man with beady eyes shouted as he eagerly examined his wares. A wide smile was plastered on his face.

Over a hundred slaves filed into the large stone room, moderately lit by large lanterns that hung from the walls. They stood entirely naked, as they had done a hundred times before in the previous months.

Silvia stood amongst them, trying her best not to stand out as usual. She could only thank her lucky stars that she hadn't been picked until now. It wasn't because she was ugly. In fact, she was really quite pretty once she was cleaned up. It was just that there were truly too many other slaves to choose from. But just in case, she had purposely dirtied her face and ruffled her hair to make her appear less attractive. After all, the kind of master she was looking for wouldn't care about her appearance.

Unfortunately, most of those who were sold, were sold as sex slaves to the rich and bored. It was only the lucky ones that got picked to be maid servants or personal attendants to rich young ladies, often even having their own rooms. To Silvia, that was much more preferable than being some toy for a man she didn't know.

Slump slightly, bring your shoulders in, bend your knees a bit, and don't make eye contact, she reminded herself. That was her routine.

Five months ago her family had been captured by this kingdom's invading army, and she had been sold to a slaver and trudged across the border to where she was now. She'd gone from being the heiress of a small merchant company to a slave in less than half a year, without even knowing what had become of her family.

"Is this all?" a woman with a golden collar around her neck said, frowning. "My master isn't interested in subpar goods. They're all thinning and filthy."

"D-Don't let that fool you," the man stammered, trying to appease the woman, "We have a variety of slaves here, and they're all pure!"

"They're all women..." she replied pointedly. "My master needs someone with an education. I don't want to make the trip to Fosrora, but I will if I have to."

"I... We specialize in selling women, but I assure you that some have more than a modicum of skill in a variety of trades," the man said, his impossible smile growing even wider, "...business, reading, writing... please let me know what your master is looking for and I will quickly procure --"

"-- I don't have the time," she interrupted before directly addressing the slaves. "Those of you who can write, step forward."

This could be it! Silvia thought, even as she and nearly fifty others stepped forward. She'd had enough of eating stale bread and bean paste. Of sleeping on straw mats that left one aching long before they even got up each morning. And judging from everyone else's expressions, it was obvious that all of the slaves were thinking the same thing - that they'd do anything to be sold to a master who was uninterested in their bodies.

The woman's eyebrows rose in surprise before she spoke again, "And those of you who know your numbers?"

This time though, there was less of a response. Only eighteen people stepped forward, Silvia included. She'd even been a half-step faster than the others, disregarding her usual rule of avoiding attention when possible. She couldn't help it. She'd always had an uncanny talent for numbers and figuring.

This is perfect! Silvia couldn't help but think, getting her hopes up in the process. A master who wanted a slave practiced with numbers might be looking for an extra capable mind to help with their business!

Even so, it wouldn't be easy to land such a position; not with the tension that currently lingered in the air. She could tell that everyone was on edge trying to recall their lessons from whatever backgrounds they each had. Unfortunately, five months in holding rooms hadn't given them much reason to stay brushed up on their arithmetic.

The woman seemed to think for a bit, as though she could size them up for their intelligence from the look of their faces. A moment later though, she singled someone out.

"You," the woman said, pointing to a random girl. "If I gave you three gold royals, how many loaves of bread could you buy if each loaf is four copper pieces?"

The girl paused and shuffled her feet nervously for a moment before she replied, "I... I don't know."

Silvia shuffled on her feet. 750 - too easy! she thought in frustration. Why hadn't she been picked?

The woman pointed again, randomly picking another of the girls lined up.

"If you receive 9 silver pieces per month, how much will you have after 20 years?"

21 gold and 60 silver pieces! Silvia shouted in her mind. This question was slightly harder compared to the last one, but it was still no trouble for her. At the same time though, she had underestimated her opponent.

"21 gold and 60 silver," the girl answered after some time, simultaneously sending Silvia into a panic.

This is no good! Silvia thought. That other girl got the answer right. If I don't do something soon, I won't have a chance! She couldn't help but think that perhaps she'd gone too far with muddying her own appearance! Bad Silvia! You've really screwed yourself over this time!

"You there," the woman pointed again, this time to the girl just next to Silvia, "If you have 13 gold in wares before paying a five percent tariff, how much will you have afterwards?"

However, unlike the previous answerer, the recipient of this question only needed to think for a moment before answering, "12 gold and 35 silver pieces."

"Correct," the woman said, looking pleased.

At last, Silvia couldn't help herself. This was perfect! By the sound of it, the woman's master was likely looking for someone to help with bookkeeping for a mid-sized merchanting family. She wasn't going to let this other slave steal her chance! She was eager to be taken under the wing of a master who would make use of her intellect, so how could she allow others to outshine her? She would revise the other girl's answer and steal the limelight!

Silvia almost shouted in enthusiasm as she amended her opponent's answer, "But if you account for the fact that most tariffs are actually 8% and that you'll be required to pay the Kingdom's sales tax of 3% on what remains, you'll be left with 11 gold, 60 silver, and 12 copper pieces!"

She had always had a keen intellect for numbers. Now it was finally earning her a way out of this hellhole!

Just as Silvia expected, the woman gave her an astonished second and third glance. Silvia couldn't help but allow one corner of her mouth to curve upward in glee.

"I'm impressed. Your wares really are of excellent quality," the gold collared woman said to the slaver before tossing him a small coin purse. "Have this one cleaned up and sent to the Burchard estate. A bronze collar will do."

With that, Silvia went with two other slaves, both bronze-collared, who stripped and scrubbed her with soapy sponges before rinsing her off with buckets of water. Then, they dressed her in a clean linen skirt and affixed a padded bronze collar around her neck.

Rubbing the collar, Silvia couldn't help but think that it soon might be a silver collar, if she could prove her worth. But she was confident. Confident that her keen acumen for finance and business would quickly be appreciated by her new master.

Before long, Silvia was sent by simple carriage to the Burchard estate, which was easily the largest she had ever seen. Tens of colorful arbors shaded the roads, with their numerous flowers raining petals upon the carriage. Likewise, gardens filled with neatly trimmed hedges and fountains covered the ground before the cobblestone walls encircling the manor.

Looking at all of the beauty around her, Silvia couldn't help but feel like she had really lucked out! It also seemed that she had vastly underestimated her new master's fortune. She wouldn't be surprised if he had enough wealth to rival an earl's!

As they arrived before the manor, the gold-collared woman she had seen earlier was waiting, and she wasted no time in beckoning the new slave over.

"Come," she said, "I'm taking you to Master."

Silvia followed her through the oaken double doors and exquisitely polished foyer to a grand office at the far corner of the building. On the way, they passed many different servants and slaves of varying stature. Each was dressed in fine clothing and wore a collar to denote their rank within the household.

The woman knocked twice on the office door and waited a moment before a man's voice sounded, "Come in, Neiri."

Inside the room, the man who was obviously her new master sat behind a great oak desk, paying them no mind as he continued to work through a thick stack of parchments. He was dressed impeccably, the streaks of silver running through his short black hair giving him a wise and seasoned appearance.

Beside him, a similarly dressed young man stood, staring greedily at Silvia with lust in his eyes, causing her to shift on her feet uncomfortably. While his face had yet to fully display his maturity, he shared a definitive likeness with the man behind the desk. This must be Mr. Burchard's son, she thought. He didn't look much older than her. Why was he staring at her like that?

"Master, I've brought the new slave per your request," Neiri said, dipping her head in obeisance, even as Mr. Burchard replied by waving his hand dismissively.

"Give her to the boy," he said, not even looking up. "Now go, I'm busy."

"Yes, Father," the young man said, unable to hold back the obvious excitement in his voice.

"W-Wait!" Silvia called out in alarm. "N-Numbers -- I'm good with numbers! I can help with your business, or...or bookkeeping. Just ask Neiri!" she said, shooting the gold-collared woman a desperate glance. Dread was beginning to fill her. From the way the young master was looking at her, she could already tell that no good things were going to come from her new 'assignment'.

But in response, the man merely laughed curtly in amusement while giving her a look as though he were questioning her sanity. "Why would I ever allow a slave to handle matters of my business, let alone a girl? Get her out of my sight."

"Thank you, Father," the young man said with a grin while grabbing her arm roughly and eagerly, and dragging her out of the office.

Silvia tried to resist his firm grip, but he was too strong. It was obvious he was taking her to his bedchambers. She had seen that look before in other buyers' eyes when they were picking slaves. Had she really avoided the hunters only to throw herself to the wolves?

"P-Please!" she begged repeatedly, even as the door to the young master's bedroom slammed behind them. She tried to resist, but he was too strong.

It was only when he released her to undress himself that she was finally able to stumble away from him, backing herself into one of the corners of the large room.

He stood between her and the door, his nakedness outlining just how much stronger than her he was. Though he was still young, he had clearly honed his body through years of swordsmanship and archery, his muscles well-defined beneath his skin. His cock already stood fully erect, as though the mere thought of taking her against her will was going to make him explode any second.

Silvia's body trembled as she hugged her knees. How could she possibly fight back? Even if she could somehow resist, the punishment for doing so was a severe whipping at the very least, maybe even death!

That being said, her body refused and resisted even as her mind told her it was a bad idea. She wasn't ready for this! She wanted to save herself for someone she loved, not be taken by some spoiled son of an aristocrat!

Still, before she knew it, she was pinned, face-down against the bed anyways despite her best efforts. He was just too strong, and she was too weak.

He reached beneath her skirt and ripped off her undergarments.

"P-P-Please!!!" she stammered, tears forming in her eyes.

"You're my first," he said with a big grin before kissing the nape of her neck passionately. "Since father gave you to me, we're definitely going to get to know each other very well over the years to come."

Hearing this, Silvia began to scream, but a strong and firm hand covered her mouth in an instant, even as the bulbous head of his member pressed eagerly against her labia, already slick with his warm precum.

A moment later he drove into her, filling her completely even as she writhed helplessly beneath his strong and firm body. He lay flat atop her, his unyielding legs pinning hers apart while he drove into her again and again, as hungry for her body as a starving wolf might be for a piece of meat. At the same time, his balls slapped her clit, forcing a warmth upwards and through her body with each rhythmic collision.

Even as she screamed vehement protest through the fingers tightly clamped over her mouth, her body betrayed her, spasming beneath his as she orgasmed, sending a powerful heat and involuntary pleasure quivering through her body.

"Oh, Silvia!" He called her name out repeatedly, in sync with the slop...slop...slop of each heavy and forceful entry.

As much as Silvia struggled, wave after wave of soft warmth still flooded her from her loins, spreading through her body and breasts as her muscles uncontrollably contracted against his manhood, which was still slick with his precum. His body was strangely hot against hers, and a thin sheen of sweat already drenched him despite having just begun, the stench of his musk filling her nose and mouth.

Silvia let out an involuntary moan through his fingers even as tears caressed her cheeks. Her body was still female after all, it would react this way to any male trying to impregnate it. Where was she? Was she in hell? To think that she had fought so hard to be bought when anything would have been better than this. Anything! With all of her hopes, she'd fooled herself into thinking that her sentiments could ever be worth more than a laugh, and now she was paying the price.

For as much as Silvia struggled, the young master continued for what felt like an eternity. His manhood remained uncomfortably stiff inside her, revealing his unquenchable desire for her body. She questioned whether he would even stop at all. Her strength gave out halfway through, and she lay there unable to move a single muscle while he had his way with her.

It was only when both of their bodies glistened heavily with sweat, and her body trembled with exhaustion that at last, his body jerked on top of hers. The hand that covered her mouth moved down to cup her throat firmly, and he pulled her head back to meet his as he plunged deeply into her one last time, growing her name in possessive ecstasy. Silvia cried out in surprise at the greedy and forceful penetration, while his cock spasmed and hot ejaculate erupted within her, his balls tightly pressed against her vulva.

Try as she might to escape, it was completely futile. She writhed one last time with what little energy she could muster from her greatly fatigued body, her entrance so tight around his cock that it was like she was milking him with every one of her involuntary contractions, sending even more of his hot semen spurting into her and against her cervix.

When he finally stopped moving, a single quiet and resigned sob emerged from Silvia's lips.

"I'm so glad that Father gave you to me," the young master cooed, playfully twirling a lock of her hair as she lay beneath him, exhausted and sweaty. "We're going to have so much more fun together."