Slave World Pt. 01

Her eyes then went out amongst the crowd that was starting to form in front of the stage for the auction. A varied conglomeration of humanoid creatures looked back as they seemed to inspect them from afar, wondering if they were worth buying. She saw orcs, lizardmen, minotaurs, pigmen, demons, werewolves, and other creatures that she had no idea who or what they were. A shiver ran down her spine as the realization sank in that she was soon going to be owned by one of them with no hope whatsoever of ever going home. Her heart sank with despair as an orc dressed like a merchant came up, shouted to the crowd that she was a human dancer from Earth named Sara, and started taking bids while gesturing to her, highlighting her... assets. It distressed her that they knew so much about her already, including her name, and she couldn't help but wonder how long she'd been watched by them. How have they been watching her? Then she remembered something that the demon yesterday said about magic and mirrors. A hollow pit formed in her stomach. Mirrors. They'd watched her... and nabbed her... through their magic using the mirrors. Back home on Earth she'd be chalked up to a strange disappearance and left as a curiosity. She wanted to cry.

There were only a couple of creatures in the front bidding on her now and the price on her was going up fast. Finally, a tall, smartly dressed, broad shouldered, red man with a fiery mane of crimson hair and glowing yellow eyes emerged as her buyer. Sara gasped as she looked at him as his appearance reminded her of Ganon, before he turned demonic, off of those Legend of Zelda games. Her collar was detached from the coffle, and her lead detached from the stage, as she was then led off to the size. When she stood next to her new master, she couldn't help but look up, and up, and up at him. At least, she figured, he wasn't as big and grotesque as the cyclops was. "Hello, my new human pet," he said with a big, evil looking smile that chilled her to the bone. "Let's go home to play."

Sara couldn't help but whimper as she resigned herself to her fate and allowed herself to be pulled along in his wake even as the next bids for the two sisters at the same time started being called out behind her. She padded along in silence, hoping that after her new owner fucked her that she'd be able to get some sleep. After a few minutes of walking out of the keep they were in and into the town proper, Sara could see that there were slaves all around them, male and female both, and mainly elven. Her being human drew glances from all around and many of the male slavers congratulated her owner on obtaining her. Finally, they came to a large mansion on the outskirts of town that Sara would attribute to a man of wealth. Considering how much gold was forked over for her, she wasn't too surprised by the opulent décor.

Her master led her inside, through the ornately decorated spacious house, all the way back to a grand master bedroom that looked to have every luxury in such a barbaric world available to it with silks hanging around the four poster bed that was much larger than a California King, fruits and vegetables on silver platters, wine in crystal decanters and silver jeweled goblets, and other comforts and treasures. "I'm sure that you are curious to who now owns you, correct?" he asked her. Sara looked up at him with fear in her eyes and nodded. "I am Geroman... a businessman here in the city... but you will always refer to me as 'Master'. Do I make myself clear?" he asked as he systematically took off her manacles and collar.

"Yes, Master," Sara said at once, absently rubbing her wrists.

He regarded her with curiosity. "You are afraid. Why?" he asked. When Sara hesitated, he jerked her to him and smacked her ass, making her cry out in pain and humiliation. "When I ask you a direct question; I expect an answer. And do not lie to me as I'll be able to tell. Tell me the truth and always be honest with me. Now... why are you afraid?"

"I'm scared, Master," Sara admitted with a quivering lip. "I'm away from my home... my family... and I am tired... and thirsty... and hungry. Please, Master, don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want me to, just please don't hurt me and please don't send me back to the dungeons, Master."

"See there?" Geroman said gently with a smile as he reached out and caressed her burning cheek with the back of his hand with surprising gentleness. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He dried her tears with a couple of upward swipes of his thumb.

"N-n-no... Master," Sara stammered out as she let out a small sigh of relief.

"Good. Now, I have your slave's clothes in the adjoining bathroom. I want you to go in there, clean yourself up and put them on. There is a decanter of wine in there by the tub. Take a drink if it will settle your nerves," he said, pointing towards the nearby doorway. "But be quick about it and come back out ready to serve me in every manner of life. You'll start by showing me that you can indeed dance. If you please me, and please whatever clients I bring here for entertainment, then you will never have to see the dungeons or the auction block ever again. Understand?"

"Yes, Master," Sara nodded eagerly, going into the bathroom only when he gave her permission to go. She scurried in and quickly washed up using the tap that was in a shower like enclosure. At least they have indoor plumbing here... she noted as she scrubbed herself down with the soap she found. Then she found the wine right where he indicated and gulped a lot of it down. It did wonders to calm her. Then she found the flimsy, folded garments on a bench. Even Princess Leia as a Hutt Slave had more coverage than this thing. The bra piece had a gold collar that went down the front of her chest like scales. The lower band, to which the sheer, see through teal silk was attached to that made the cups of it, was also made of gold scales. Sara fit into it with room to spare within the silk cups that tickled the tips of her breasts and made her nipples stand on end. Next was the gold scaled belt that had the sheer teal silk as a see-through loincloth, both front and back, that barely touched the floor. Then there were two golden bracelets that were connected together by the same silk. Judging by the way they were laid out, these, she figured, went on her upper arms. It wasn't too unlike a costume she once wore for a production. They fit snugly enough over her biceps. Then there were four more golden bracelets on their own that she put on her wrists. Now properly adorned according to her master's wishes, Sara closed her eyes, took a deep, calming breath, steadied herself, took another drink of wine, and then headed out to dance for her master.

Sara strode back in as if she were walking out onto a stage to perform. In a way, she was doing just that. This huge estate, and her master's bedroom, was her stage now. It made her smile just a bit as Geroman gasped at the sight of her and breathed that she was more beautiful than any elven slave he'd ever had. She twirled in place with a ballet pirouette and struck a sexy, sultry pose as she got ready to dance, with the silks billowing around her as she moved. Then Sara looked right at him where he was lounging on his bed, now totally naked and waiting for her. "Master, how may I serve you today?" she asked in a small, coy tone.

His cock rose to salute her sexiness.

"Screw the dance," he muttered, quickly getting up off of the bed. He pointed down to the space he'd just vacated. "Lay on the bed and spread your legs for me, slave."

"Yes, Master," Sara said, complying with the order at once. His hands were on her immediately as he leaned over her, plucking her slave loincloth and slave bra off of her with surprising delicateness. Her golden scaled collar remained on her neck. She saw now that she now saw had a second collar that opened up and detached, which held the silk portion of the bra. Now she was naked again before her master as she spread her legs open for him. Geroman wasted no time in plunging his long, thick cock down into her. Sara gasped and mewed at the sudden invasion of her body. But then she moaned as her pussy accommodated his cock a whole lot easier than the demon or the cyclops. It was like he was the perfect fit for her now. Geroman grabbed her knees to hold them wide apart as he proceeded to drive into her with slow, hard, deep, methodical thrusts. Sara cried out with an "OH!" every time as the pure pleasure washed over her as he slammed his cock deep into her to ram against her cervix. She found herself bearing down on his cock as he fucked her, even as her face was twisted and contorted into a definite 'O Face'.

She even found herself letting go to enjoy it as this was her life now, for better or for worse. Geroman was her master now and she wanted to please him, even if it was for nothing more than her own comfort and safety. They'd easily broken her into being a docile little slave and she figured that as far as owners went, she could do a lot worse than a wealthy businessman. He was surprisingly gentle with her and she already wanted to pay him back. That was why she started whispering "Fuck me, Master... fuck me." to encourage him on.

He seemed to like this as he grunted with amusement. "Who are you, little one?" he rumbled as he fucked her.

"Ohhhh... I'm whoever you want me to be, Master," Sara breathed as she took her hands off of the bed to rest on his hands that were holding her knees wide. "I'm your little slave who wants nothing more than to please you, Master."

"Good answer," he said with a smile as he drove into her hard and fast now. "Cum for me, little slave, cum for me."

She did just that and screamed her pleasure and ecstasy so loud that she wanted them to hear her cry out her Master's name back on Earth. Sara felt oddly at peace as her body hummed along with Geroman's as her pussy fluttered around his throbbing cock that was now pumping her womb full of his cum. She didn't know if she could get pregnant by him or not and she figured that she didn't care. She'd proudly bear his children for him if it meant an eternity of mind-blowing orgasms with a lifetime of comfort.

Anything, she figured, was possible on this strange, new slave world.

THE END.