Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereShe was bred into this. One would think they would have removed, beat out, the desire from her. Removed it from all of them. But there she stood on the stage, watching her best friend on auction like a prime piece of live stock, and all she wanted to do was run.
There were three of them this year. Two girls and a boy who had been raised together since they were babies. They were the gifted, called Sintov. Three out of maybe a hundred that still existed in this world. Left over from an invasion of their world 300 years ago.
The Empire and the Stinov lived on parallel worlds ghosted, shadows to each other. The worlds were identical and yet different in so many ways. Where the Sintov race was peaceful, the empire was power hungry and military strong. The Sintov had magical powers, strong gifts, passed down from generation to generation, the Empire had none. The two worlds lives in peaceful existence, viewing the shadows without being able to interact with them. That was until the Empire attacked.
Not able to stand not having control over the shadows. The Empire's greatest scientists created a gate able to travel to the other world, allowing them to move their large army. They went to destroy the world, instead they discovered magic, their plans changed. They no longer wished to simply destroy, so they wouldn't have to watch a world that wasn't their own. Now the power for themselves. So they began to imprison the Sintov. Bringing them back to their world as slaves.
The once peaceful race was now forced into war, a war that lasted fifty years. Hundreds of Stinov were dragged to the other side. But the blood poured from both sides. While the Sintov weren't a violent group of people the gifts they had made a powerful and fearsome enemy for the Empire. The numbers were beginning to dwindle on both sides. The Empire couldn't send as many troops to the new world, and the Stinov were beginning to die out. It was a bloody and gruesome war, until the battle of Port Grening. The Elders of the Stinov devised a plan to destroy the gate. In the middle of the bloody battle they combined their powers throwing themselves into the gate, sacrificing themselves to save their people. The gate was shattered, the bond between the two worlds broken. The last of the Empire on the Stinov world fled for the mountains, they were left in peace.
But the Sintov that were captured did not meet as kind of a fate. They were enslaved. Used for the good of the empire. Over time the empire learned to harness the Sintov power. But slowly the Stinov began to die off. Terrified the empire started a breeding program, named the Temple. It worked to a certain extent, babies were born, but only a few were gifted. The bloodlines were too thin at this point, the Stinov became a rare thing. Once slaves that so many people had, they were now an item only the rich could afford.
As the bidding winded down she took a good look at her friend, Maria. There was fear written over Maria's gorgeous face, and yes she was gorgeous. She had long legs that just didn't quit. Long blond hair you would find on a mermaid. A slender body with large breasts and an ample ass. She was a gorgeous girl. And as the bidding ended, Maria was now someone's slave.
She cringed as she watched Maria being pulled from the stage. The lights beaming at them made the tears in her eyes sting, knowing she would probably never see her friend again. She knew she was next. Alec would go last, as a male, he was rare. So she knew it was her time.
She looked at Alec, desperately wanting to reach out and grasp his hand. To pretend none of this was happening. But he was holding himself stiff. Refusing to move or even to look at her. She knew he was scared. The first gifted male Sintov in 10 years. He was handsome as well. They had put him in a toga skirt, like you would imagine a roman soldier to wear. It showed off his chiselled chest and muscular thighs. While the girls were taught ballet, posture, and how to be graceful; Alec had spent hours outside working his body so that his muscles were nicely defined. He was a pretty girl, and there was no doubt in her mind that the girls would go wild for him.
As a hand gripped her arm, her body tensed. She lifted her gaze to the man, a guard dressed in royal grub. She was certain that her fear, her desire to run, showed in her eyes for the guard pressed a firm hand to her back pushing her forward. With tiny steps her bare feet moved to the front of the stage. Her eyes widened as the crowd came into view. She hadn't imagined there would be so many there, so many willing to purchase another person. As the auctioneer starts talking she turns her gaze to him. He was a wrinkly old man, he even had a cane. Which he probed her with as he talked about each area of her body.
It was rather degrading. His description of her body. Round ass, perky breasts, legs a bit too plump, hips a bit too wide, good for breeding. Her stomach had a tint of roundness, apparently she would eat her owners out of house and home if they weren't careful. The crowd laughed at that one. She wasn't fat, not in the least, she was just rounded, the type of body made for fucking.
The man went on to talk about her education, how strong her gift was. What she excelled at and what was lacking. And then the bidding began. It went so rapidly at first that she couldn't keep straight who had lifted their paddle. Her eyes flying from one side of the room to the other as the bidding went higher and higher. Her mouth opened slightly at the amount someone would pay for her. It was outrageous to her. Slowly less and less people raised their paddle, it dropped to five, then to three, finally settling at two.
The first, whose name she would learn later was Lord Pruitt, was dressed in bold deep colors, the fabric looked heavy and almost as if it were lined in gold. The other, a Lord Westrick, was dressed no less finely but in leathers and neutral tones. Both were wealthy, she could tell that through the blaring lights. But then again they would have to be for the amounts they were willing to pay for her.
As she moved her gaze from one to the other she drew her lower lip into her mouth. she could tell that Pruitt's face was getting red with anger as the other man stood there so casually just raising his paddle. She turned to look at Westrick, squinting to see if she could get a better look. But he stood in the shadows. At a loud bang she turns her gaze back to Pruitt. His paddle laying on the ground as he stormed from the room.
"And the winner is Lord Westrick." She quickly whipped her head to look at the auctioneer. A grin crossing his face as the guard took hold of her arm to drag her from the stage. She turned to Alec, wanting to say goodbye to her friend but he turned away and she felt tears forming in her eyes. But he was right. It was better this way. They would never see each other again. It was best to make a clean break.
Nodding, she held her head high and descended from the stage. She took a moment to study Lord Westrick before lowering her gaze. He was a well built man, the scar on his jaw showing he was used to battle as so many from the empire were. His skin was tanned from time in the sun. His hair was a bit shaggy, reaching about chin length. His clothing, while fine and Quality, were obviously worn on the edges. The stark white shirt beneath was a contrast to everything else he was wearing.
Her gaze moved to her hands as golden shackles were placed on her wrists. They clicked together with such a final feeling that she left out a small whimper. When no key was used to lock them she took a closer look at them. Carved with a design she couldn't even find where they locked together. They weren't designed to ever be taken off. Her lip found its way back into her mouth, her teeth digging into the soft flesh.
Westrick then added a simple gold chain, clasping the two cuffs together to he could easily pull her along. He even gave a little yank pulling her closer to his large body. Blinking back tears, for the first time in her life she wondered why she had to be gifted. Why couldn't someone else get her powers. Shaking her head she tried to force the sadness away. Fingers then gripped her chin, gently pushing her head upwards. She was forced to look into the eyes of Westrick. He smiled, a smile one could almost consider it an evil smile.
"Well my dear, what do they call you?" His voice was deep, a pleasant tone, the kind that sent shivers down your spine when whispered in your ear. His thumb then moved from her chin to graze over her lower lip.
"They call me," she took a gulp of air as her lungs suddenly felt empty. "My name is Rita."
Intriguing beginning! Looking forward to a lot more.
Very intrigue on where this is going ! Excited for chapter 2 !