Mortgaged into Slavery Ch. 01

Quince drew the blade down until the bodice type top of her dress hung open, her breasts fell and parted slightly as the support disappeared, but still had the pertness of youth. She whimpered as the blade continued to descend down the skirt, as he cut the dress fell away with a small muffled shriek from Lisa. It left her naked except for the small cotton underwear she wore that covered her nether region. Her breasts were peaked with two small pink nipples that pointed upwards a little, other than them and the curve to her behind and hips she had little fat. Her limbs were slender and slightly muscled with the effort of labour and her stomach flat and smooth. As she struggled her breasts bounced a little, earning a few chuckles from those who had stopped to watch. She silently prayed that'd he'd stop there but as the blade was placed under the side of her underwear and tugged, they too were taken from her, revealing a bush of red hair that matched her head.

She clenched her eyes closed, dreading what might come next. But when instead of the feeling pawing hands fondling her sensitive mounds, she instead felt tender fingers on her calves; she opened her eyes to look down. Quince crouched, inspecting the scratches on her legs that she had received from her attempt to charge off into the forest the previous night. She heard him muttering and shaking his head before he got out a small pot and started rubbing something into her skin. As her scratches started to burn she called out and struggled. "Stop that, it's just something to clean the wounds and help them heal." He said in a terse voice continuing with the application.

After he'd applied the cream to all her cuts he put the salve away and brought out a second larger pot. This one he began liberally applying to her pubic hair causing her cheeks to flush a deep shade of red. She shifted her hips trying to pull away from him without much success. Then as he brought the knife back towards her nude body her struggles re-doubled. "If you keep moving like that you'll only have yourself to blame for getting cut." He said as he pressed the knife to the top of her mound and began drawing it down, taking the hair with it. She froze solid as tears ran down her cheeks, could he humiliate her any further?

He'd removed all her hair from between her legs, making the cool breeze feel even colder on her now smooth and sensitive skin. He'd used the knife to make sure that she was, in fact, completely hair free from the neck down. As he walked away she felt the eyes even more keenly running over her body. She blushed at the thought of how her womanhood must look, bare of hair to cover it, her legs spread as they were. Her arms pulled over her head as they were didn't let her look down far enough to see what they could, she could just see her breasts and the tips of her stiffening nipples and her legs spread out either side of her. She prayed for something to wear, but soon regretted doing so.

Quince returned with something strange in his hands. He knelt down and she felt him push it up between her legs, the cold metal resting on her now completely bare folds. She cried out as a belt tightened around her waist and she heard a metallic clicking. He stood up, holding a key that he threaded into a cord he wore around his neck. "We wouldn't want a repeat of last night." He said. She realised he'd put a chastity device on her, she was in mixed emotions about that. Though it made her feel slightly safer, she couldn't feel thankful towards the man who had put her in the danger to begin with. Not only that, his desire to protect it made her only more worried about what was going to happen to her.

5.

She had slept in the back of the cart. Tied back up, now with her hands in front of her, fixed to a metal loop in the cart. The sleep had been restless, but at least uninterrupted, until early morning, when she had been dragged down to the small stream by Quince. He checked her cuts, seeming satisfied. He removed the chastity device and began to throw buckets of water over her and rub her body with a block of scented soap. She didn't even bother struggling; it didn't even get a response from him when she did, so sure was he of the bindings that held her. She involuntarily cried out as she felt the block of soap pushing between her legs, causing strange sensations as it pressed against her there.

After he had finished washing her down and combing her hair, an oddly tender action that felt so wrong coming from him, he had put her hair into a tight plait and seen to finding her some clothes. Well... you could barely call them that. The top covered little more than half her breasts, just covering her small pink nipples and seemed more concerned with holding her breasts up and together than with keeping her warm, a strap over each shoulder and behind her back. The underwear was even more embarrassing. Two pieces of thin lace around her hips attached to a piece of fabric that ran between her legs and up behind her. It just covered her triangular and now bald mound and did little to cover her rear. The last thing he'd done was wash her face before taking out the gag to feed her. She licked her dry lips, "Wh-what is going to happen to me?" She asked, her voice croaky from under use.

He fed her some bread which she ate with vigour, she'd not eaten much the previous night after the man given the task got annoyed at her questions and had left her to re-join his companions around the warm fire. She was starving and decided not to push her luck too far this morning, however she was blessed with an answer for the first time since she'd been tied up. "You are a slave now. I will sell you at auction and you will be required to obey your new master." She whimpered with fear and shook her head. He held up a hand to silence any more questions and carried on speaking, answering them for her, "You were paid a sum of money for work in the city. However, the work was not actually available. By law that means you have to return the money with interest specified in the contract you signed." She had signed something, but thought little of it, she didn't read and write much and knew nothing of the laws beyond stealing, assault and murder. "You didn't have the means to pay it and as such I am entitled to take you into servitude until you pay it back. However, we also crossed the border yesterday. Which means that by the laws of this country I am allowed to auction you off into slavery to recover my debt." She let out a small sob.

"Th-that can't be... I mean, that had to be a crime. You kidnapped me!"

He shook his head, "This isn't the first time this has happened and I'm not the first to do it. It is most certainly immoral, but it is still technically legal. This country doesn't allow anyone to go into servitude for a debt, and yours doesn't allow the sale of anyone in servitude as a slave. But together they provide a... lucrative loophole." She whimpered some more and he shrugged, "However..." That word gave her a small glimmer of hope, "It is not unheard of for slaves to earn their freedom. Work hard and perhaps you'll be lucky." That didn't seem like much to put her hopes into, but it would have to do. He gagged her again and then wrapped a cloak around her before they set off.

They arrived at the city before lunch. Well it was a large town, but for Lisa it might as well have been a city, for all the world she had seen. More people in one place than she had ever imagined. The smell was awful and the taste of the gag in her mouth was for once, a welcome distraction. They moved through the busy streets until they arrived at a large building. Quince sorted out space for the cart and stables for the horse. The rest of the carts had gone their own way and only one of the guards she didn't know the name of remained with them. They had removed the ropes from Lisa's ankles, leaving her arms tied behind her back, they led her into the building. The noise overwhelmed her and she tried to push back, to run, but they held her tightly and walked her inside. There were hundreds of people in what looked like a courtyard below facing a platform that was at one end of the building. The guard was given a small purse and said farewell before slipping away as Quince walked over and spoke to a man behind a desk covered in papers. "I've got a slave to add to the auction. I hope I'm not too late."

The man looked up and glanced at Lisa hardly paying her any attention, "No, I can add you to the next session. Age and any specialties?"

Quince replied, "Eighteen and, she's a virgin." The man blinked, raised a brow as he looked at her over again with a more appraising look and gave a small nod. He scribbled something down on a piece of paper, handed half to Quince and half to a young boy who ran off with it. Quince apparently knew what to do next as he walked past, dragging Lisa with him.

He took her to a room where he told a young girl he was waiting to see the examiner before he took a seat and motioned for Lisa to sit down beside him. A man sat down next to Lisa and gave her a very long and lingering look. "I couldn't help but overhear what you said to Cob." He said to Quince.

"If you were purposefully listening in I suppose you couldn't." He replied. "She'll be up for auction within the hour." Lisa's heart sunk a little at that news.

"Well, what if I didn't have the time to wait?" He said with a small amused smirk. Quince turned to regard him, giving him a suspicious glare as the man continued. "Look. We both know you'll sell her for a decent price. But she's untrained, wild and unpredictable. You can see that in her eyes, in the way she resists following you. All you need is for her to kick up a scene and you'll lose half your profit.

Quince saw the look in Lisa's eyes and swore as he shook his head, "Well thank you very much... now you've made certain she will."

The man smiled softly and held up his hands defensively, "Don't pretend you weren't expecting it to happen anyway. How about I offer you a deal where we both come out on top?"

Quince sighed and shook his head, "Let me hear it."

The man cleared his throat. "I represent a business that trains slaves for... certain purposes. A young and attractive virgin like her would go for more if she also knew her business. Give her to us for a month and we'll have her back at auction for twice the price you'd have hoped to get on the best day."

Quince considered it and as he discussed terms with the man Lisa couldn't help but feel an overwhelming wave of fear and dread running through her veins. The fact that her virginity kept coming up solidified her suspicions regarding what her new role as a slave was meant to be and brought tears to her eyes. "Fine." Said Quince. "One month and then we sell her, 75, 25 in my favour."

The other man smiled and nodded, holding out his hand to shake Quince's, "Agreed."

Quince added, "But... if she doesn't make at least what you said then I get it all."

The other man considered this, "70, 30 and you have yourself a deal." Quince nodded and shook his hand firmly, sealing Lisa's fate with it.