Pre-Arranged Love Ch. 01

Hey everyone,

This is le kitty, thanks for reading this story. Please bear in mind that this is completely fiction, also, to those who may recognize the merging of different periods, my only excuse is that this is a work of fiction. This is also, a piece of fiction from a virgin, so please don't scoff too hard if I got some things wrong. I've done my fair share of reading great stories on Literotica, which is why I am writing this. This is the first erotic fiction I've ever tried writing, so please, be lenient with me. Overall, please comment, have a great read, and thank you.

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I sat aghast, hunched against the wall on the dirty wooden floor. It was a small cramped cell beneath the deck of the prostitute ship. I was with numerous other girls, clad in only a thin cotton nightgown, that being what I arrived in. I cannot believe my own father, my very own father, sold me here, into the prostitute trade. He had handed me over saying, 'her name is Callie, she is still a virgin,' and left, not watching as 2 burly men wrestled with me.

No loving father would sell their daughter into prostitution even though the family was falling into heavy debt, I thought bitterly. I had heard stories like these littered throughout England and thought nothing more of them, what an ironic twist of fate that my life should end such, at seventeen.

The dark cell was suddenly thrust into light as the door opened and several bowls placed on the ground. The man carrying the lantern, shone it around the cell, snickered as we cowered and covered our eyes from the harsh light. "Don't worry, you virgin lot, we're docking soon and a fair price we will reap from the prostitute market." He snickered again before banging the door shut. Two girls near me instantly burst into tears, while others shuffled around for the food.

A pit of disgust welled in me, were we animals to be treated as such?

I tried to drown out the noise, feeling the rocking motion of the ship. I did not realize I had fallen asleep, until the door was thrown open with much banging and bellowing as we were ordered out onto the deck. It couldn't have been more than a week, we were only sailing the east coast of England to Scotland, but it felt like an eternity when at last I beheld the sun. We were ordered into lines and I was shocked to see that the deck was filled with a hundred or so girls like me and women who were clearly still peaking in their youth. My daze was not to last as someone shackled a collar around my neck; a chain connected me to the girl behind and in front. The disgrace did not end there, because soon we were jerked forward like carthorses.

"Hurry up you whores," a gruff voice rang out.

I stumbled and nearly lost my footing as we left the ship, unused as I was to land beneath my feet again. We filed into a large house, via the backdoor; it was clearly some sort of prostitution market, there were already women standing, dressed scantily, waiting at the back, ready to board the platform to be auctioned. I could see their mixed expressions of disgust, horror, fear, shock, humiliation and perhaps the one or two excited looks of anticipation, I could not understand. I submitted to the yank of the chain as I was brutally yanked forward with the other girls, almost as if I was in a daze, for this could not be happening.

I heard the clinking of coins, turning my head, I saw of the pirates grin at a man dressed in decent upper class attire, '15 shillings for young virgins, 10 shillings for the rest, that's 47 pounds and 15 shillings for the lot.' The man dressed in decent upper class attire handed over the bags of coins wordlessly. I shivered, I had never seen so much money in my life, sold for 5 shillings by my father, 15 by the pirate, what could I be worth by the decently clad business man? I shivered again, not by the cold on my skin, but by the pit of coldness growing in my stomach. I was no longer a person, I was an object, to be sold and bartered at will. I turned my head away.

We were ushered into a large bathhouse, stripped and scrubbed with no mercy. There was barely time to register humiliation as the cold water made us all gasp. There were 19 of us, 19 young virgins, I thought bitterly. Once clean, we were not given undergarments, so we were merely clad in garments that might as well have covered nothing. Told to stand in line, we did so, fearfully wondering what was to happen. The business man that had brought us came in. He did not speak, merely looked us up and down, I trembled as he made his way down the line towards me. Not daring to look up, I cast my eyes down, only to have my chin jerked up again. I looked into steel gray eyes. He jerked my chin this way and that, in a manner that one might examine their wares, before pinching a nipple through the clothes as he moved on. My breath caught as my eyes widened in disbelief. Nobody had touched me there before.

After an eternity, he spoke to us, 'I am sure, you are all aware of your position. Those who are still trying to delude themselves can now wake up. This is real, and it is happening. I will be blunt; you are all virgins, young, petite and pretty. There are lords, high ranking nobles that will pay a fortune for such pretty beauties like you to please them. Your past life gone, there is no hope of going back. There is only the road ahead now. If you do as you are told, you may find yourself in a position of luxury, however, if you disobey, consequences will be harsh. Would you prefer a life of luxury to a man who can provide you everything, anything you want, or would you become a common whore in my brothels? Worse yet, I could auction you off to the highest bidder, and I assure you, it will be a life worse than death. Am I clear?'

'y-yes,' I stammered out, along with the other girls.

'Good, your training begins today.' The man left us shortly after the arrival of 'trainers.' I looked up into the eyes of my trainer, terrified of what was to happen. He was burly and dark skinned, I was afraid. Without speaking, he fastened a collar around my neck, attaching a piece of rope to it. It was done with such dexterity, that I barely had time to pull away. 'Kneel,' he commanded. I could only stare at him with wide eyes. 'Don't make me repeat myself.'

Slowly, imperceptibly, my position shifted, I knelt, my humiliation seemed complete, but I knew, there was more to come. Silent tears streamed down my face. 'Good girl,' he whispered, ruffling my hair. He began walking, briskly; the rope yanked my collar, forcing me onto my hands, to crawl after him. I let out a gasp, grabbing the chain that yanked me, falling down further, 'no, please no. Stop, this is wrong.' I cried out, without pausing to think of the consequence for speaking out like that. The man only paused to bend down and jerk my face up, 'I make the rules here. You will crawl after me, or I will drag you the whole length it will take to get to the room. Decide.' He snarled.

Without another word, he continued to walk, the rope attached to the collar on my neck. I cried out as his brute strength caught me off guard, dragging me a few feet on the polished floor. The collar was coarse, chafing the delicately tanned skin on my neck. Grasping the rope to give myself leverage, I stumbled to my feet. The man walking in front of me must have realized for he turned back, anger written across his face. 'You do not have permission to stand. Kneel!' I shook my head, despite the fear that was coursing through me as I clutched the rope. 'Please, I beg of you, do—' my plea was cut off as he jerked the rope. I shrieked as I stumbled forward, falling heavily into him. He grasped me tightly around the waist as his other hand slid down my frame to massage my derriere. 'If you are asking to be punished, so be it,' he whispered in my ear.

I did not comprehend until his hand connected with my behind in a humiliating slap. My eyes widened as he landed another, and another. I struggled against him, but my efforts were fruitless, he held me in an iron grip. Tears coursed down my face, from both the pain and the humiliation. When finally, he stopped, he massaged away the sting, before his hand crept further down. I gasped in horror as he circled my clit, a private area where no one had ever touched me. I did not move, did not struggle, horror had me frozen in place. Strange sensations began to unfurl in my lower belly, I did not understand, the man chuckled. My eyes widened as he slipped a finger inside me, never ceasing to massage my clit. My head fell back as a moan escaped me. It did not make sense, I was yearning for more. 'Right little whore aren't you?' he snickered, removing his finger, bringing it, slick to my mouth. I jerked away in anger as my face heated, tasting the saltiness of my fluid. 'Lick it,' he ordered, forcing his finger into my mouth. Instinctly, I bit down, hard.

I heard him swear violently, before his palm connected savagely against my face. I was thrown backward with the force of his slap. Falling to the ground, I looked up at him, he was nursing his wound. Without a second thought, I got up and ran. I had maybe a few seconds of surprise, but I was able to keep those seconds for a while more, as raised in a lower class family, I was used to the endless days of running in the fields, playing outdoors, wheat picking and other labors, before the famine struck. It was paying off now, the muscles in my legs were firm, I ran hard, back the way we came, into the crowd of bidders, who parted as I pushed through them. I knew they would not remain still for long once the surprise wore off, the man chasing me would raise the alarm, I would be caught, and then who knew what horrors would await. I felt sick as I saw the bidding platform, the waiting men. All were the same; greedy, selfish and sinful. The shock continued as I realized the blasphemy that England and Scotland were committing under a façade of decorum. I needed to find the exit, but there were so many people. Desperately, I pushed a dirty man out of my way, however, unlike the other bidders, he held onto my arm.

'Just a moment, where d'ya think you're goin?' he grinned a toothy grin.

My bravado having not worn off, I kicked him in the shin. He let out a howl of pain, releasing me. I caught sight of the man pursuing me, his face a mask of anger. Fear gave me strength, and I ran. The exit loomed up ahead, I could see the blue skies, hope sparked in me.

'Stop! Stop her!' A voice rang out behind me. I turned my head, seeing my pursuer gain on me. My heart thudded loudly, I sprinted for the exit, the crowd was thin here, and those attempts to catch me proved fruitless, I was very good at games of 'tip'. I darted into the street and immediately into someone. I lost my balance at the speed of impact but an arm reached out to grasp me before I could fall.