This is the story from the beginning. I have written quite a lot but it is far from finished. You have to imagine the setting yourself, an ancient looking fantasy Land with citizenry and places with silly epithet. And yes, it is very inspired by the Gor stories by John Lange ( aka John Lackland Gregory John Norman ). I think my domain is a piffling less vicious, though, but we 'll see.


It was a beautiful day, the day I was taken. I had gone to the market with my admirer as we often did in the morning. I knew nothing about what would occur, everything was decided without me knowing anything. It was aught unusual in that. This sort of matters were never discussed with girls like me. Even if it would affect you profoundly.


I was together with my friends sitting by the jet relaxing a lilliputian after having finished the shopping. As always we had lots of matter to acquit house and the road was long so we thought we deserved a short gaolbreak with our feet in the cool water. We talked and giggled and sang as vernal miss always do when together. I was happy at that moment. Not a concern in the world.


I did n't notice the men who walked up to us. I did n't notice until I herd a abrasive vocalization calling my name.

'Calissa ! For you are Calissa, the daughter of the blacksmith Cajol ?'

I stood up as a young young woman should do in the front of men.

'I am, passe-partout'I answered sensing my spirit licking in my bureau. The fact that this man addressed me indicated something bad, I knew that. I wondered what I was accused of doing. I took for granted that there was some misconduct being done and that I had been accused of it. I could not imagine the real reason for this man talking to me.


I was soon to be told the relentless cause for his reference. He did n't give me often time for preparations.

'Strip !'he ordered with his stern voice.

I was bewildered.

'But, why, original ?'I managed to ask.

'You are to be taken to the hard worker penitentiary .'

'No, original, that must be some misapprehension, I am resign .'

I felt my cheeks blush.

'You are the property of master Firul and will be taken to the slave pen on his behalf .'

'I am not the holding of master Firul, victor, that is a mistake .'

'Will you strip or shall I order my men to strip you ?'

'But, please, maestro, I do not interpret .'

'The papers are in order ,'he replied.

He did n't shew it by showing me the papers. I could read, it was not that. It was, simply not done.

'But, skipper, who could have ... ?'

'Strip now, girl !'

'My father ca n't have. Please, master, do not tell me, my father has sold me !'

'I think he has. volition you strip now ?'

I was overwhelmed, distraught. I sat down on the fountain and covered my face in my hands, weeping. I could n't think what was happening. My thinker was in turmoil.


I heard the men in the ship's company of the master who had addressed me, obviously his servants, approach me. I immediately stood up. I realised I had to comply. Nothing could be more embarrassing than having those men strip me there in the street.

'Please, master copy, wait, I will do as you wish .'

The man held back his servant with a gesture of his hand.


I looked up at the man in despair. My fingers fumbled with the cord around my waist. I felt numb.

'Please, master, ca n't I take my dress off later ?'

'It is not customary ,'he answered and I knew he was right.


I looked around and my friends watched in horror. I felt their fellow feeling to be another burden for me.


I untied the cord around my waist and hesitated. The man looked annoyed but he did n't say anything.

'Please, headmaster .'

The man did n't answer but gestured with his hired man and his handmaiden started to move.

'Wait, wait, please, lord, I will obey .'

He held them back.


My hands trembled as I slipped the dress from my shoulder joint. There was a sense of loss as I felt it sloping trough over my body. I held it as it slipped from me and then I stepped out of it. The man held out his helping hand and I gave him my apparel and the electric cord that used to sustain it in place.


For a patch I just stood there, feeling utterly naked, blushing, my substance buffeting in my chest, full of shame and anguish.


The man did n't say anything, he just pointed at my hip. For some reason I did n't defy to protest. My fumbling fingers untied the knot at my hip and I slipped off my minimal rear of barrel material. Now I was naked.


'Now, missy, kneeling !'

I fell to my knees and hunched my backbone, trying to get over up, overcome with ignominy and embarrassment.

'Straighten your back !'

I did as I was told. I sat up and suddenly I saw all the mass who had gathered around us. It was a bit of amusement to see a young lady being enslaved like this. I wiped the bust from my eyes and tried to calculate calm.

'Knees apart .'

My kernel rhythm and extra rhythm at hearing this. This was the ultimate pity, having to kneel like a slave.


I obeyed him while my unit consistency trembled.

'Wider !'

I cried as I obeyed him.


My mind swirled and my cheeks were hot as I knelt on the cobblestone street in front of the fountain, defenseless and with human knee apart like a hard worker girl.


The man knelt behind me and took my weapon and crossed them behind my back. He then bound me and put a rope around my neck opening as a leash.


'Stand up !'

I obeyed him.


He did n't say anything but took my trey and led me away from the market square. Everyone was watching me and I knew that this would be the subject of most conversations for a long menses of time. I marched behind him, bound and naked and everyone in the square toes could see me in my disgrace and abasement. I cried and lowered my regard. I could n't brook to see them watch me.


My mind could n't grasp what was happening. I had been enslaved but I could n't believe it was true. My founder had sold me to Firul. But why ? Did he hate me or were we misfortunate ? I did n't love we were poor.


It was a recollective walk of shame for me, through the streets of our town. We left the square and suddenly I was not news show any to a greater extent. person looked up and saw me but there was nothing strange in a slave missy being led through the streets like this. Some of the men looked me over and smiled at what they saw and others were not concerned at all. Some women looked with despite and others with pity.


It felt slightly easier being terra incognita and not noticed but I was still crying, I was still in turmoil. At one occasion we passed some quondam women from my village and they looked at me intensely and pointed and I heard them talking. They would surely report this to the village. I felt even more humiliated then.


At last we came to the penitentiary. It was a big grey construction encircled by a high up wall and although I had often seen it and even seen the striver female child being marched in and out of it, I had never seen it from the inside. Now I was admitted through a small room access and taken across the courtyard to a flanking building. The courtyard was empty except for a tenacious row of tough terminal set along the rampart of the independent building. From the poles hung heavy chains and neckband. I had heard of how the pens sometimes put slaves up for sale on this courtyard and I assumed the miss then was fastened to the poles for display.


We went into the smaller edifice and the iniquity of the way felt cool against my hot skin. I was told to kneel in front of a pulpit like piece of furniture at one end of the room and I obeyed. I remembered to spread my knee although it made me crimson again. In some way of life I was more humiliated by kneeling in this way in front of the men from the pen than in the exposed. I felt more nude and vulnerable here alone with them than in the square.


I knelt there for a long time and the man left with one of the servants leaving the early to maintain an eye on me. I shivered. I was scared that the vernal man would take advantage of the spot and try to partake me or even worse. He did n't. He just sat on a bench looking bored.


For some reason I found this a bit humiliating and in my mind I wondered if there were many far more prettier girls that he thought of as he was guarding me, lady friend he rather fondled than me. The thought made me feel even more horrible although I was happy he did n't adjoin me.


At last an old man came in and sat down behind the pulpit. He came together with the man who had taken me from the square. He handed a clustering of papers to the old man who started reading them and taking bank bill on another scroll. The old man looked kind.

'What have we here, Calissa, the daughter of the blacksmith Cajol from Motilya, sold to master Firul for ...'He did n't finish the sentence. It was not customary to tell an enslaved girl her damage. The only unity who got to know their economic value was the one sold at an vendue or those who heard the men bargaining for her.


I froze. I realized that I might be sold at an auction. Everyone from the hamlet would be there and they would see me in my shame and see me sold. My friends would take shame on me but about of the girls and boys would roll in the hay to see me being sold. And if I brought a low price they would verbalise about it and say that I was not worth more. My meat started pounding again as I thought about being sold and how slave missy often were sold in the nude or even worse, were stripped in the front of everyone.

'You are Calissa, are n't you ?'he said in his soft voice.

'Yes, master key ,'I answered.

'Good ,'he said, 'take her to pen 13 !'


I was taken through a door and marched down a long corridor. I felt lonely and open and very scared as I hurried on bare feet behind the guard who lead me through the building.


We passed many doors, some guarded by men with lash in their belts. I shivered at the quite a little of those men and the thought that I was at their mercy now. I had seen slave lady friend being whipped and knew how they reacted. I had been young and stupid and enjoyed the raft with my protagonist although I had been scared and horrified by the viciousness. Now I realised that it might chance to me and the thought was unbearable.


We went through doors and gates and down winding stairs and at finale we came to the pens. We went through a big room access and suddenly the sound of the playpen assaulted my ears. I felt the presence of many citizenry although it took a spell for me to see where they were. The big room had pillars and gangway and voice of it was sealed off by iron bars. This was the pens. Behind the measure were the slave. I saw gobs and dozens of women and girls, sitting and lying on the storey of the playpen. Only a few of them had the skimpiest of clothes. Most of them were naked. They looked dirty and exhausted but I could see that many of them were beautiful. They were mostly young cleaning woman, some of them just girls, some as young as ten, maybe. Some of them wore Sir Ernst Boris Chain and some were bound but virtually of them were just naked.


My guard handed a note to another guard duty and then a doorway made of iron bars was opened and I was led through that room access. My III was removed and my leap around my helping hand were cut. Then the door was slammed behind me. I was now confined in the pens.


The other little girl looked at me. No one spoke. I shivered as I looked for a place to sit. I found an empty smirch by a rock pillar that formed part of the wall and sat down. I crouched and hid my typeface in my arms and cried. I was a captive. I was a slave. I was property.


An hour ago I had been a youth, happy girl sitting with her friends at the fountain after having run my errands and now I was naked and locked up in the slave pens. I could n't understand it. I had been sold by my Father to master Firul and now I was prop. I had been the daughter of a blacksmith. I had been the daughter of a honorable man, a wealthy man. Now I was nix, an creature, someone who could be bought and sold. I was owned. I was property. I was young and now my life history was destroyed, at least the spirit I knew. It was gone forever. There is no way back if you once have been enslaved. You ca n't own anything as a slave. Everything that is yours, your clothes, your things and your body and soul belong to your possessor. You are belongings and property may be given to someone but nothing can be given to you so you can never get your freedom back.

I thought about the fact that I had n't been branded yet. I wondered if that meant that I was n't technically a slave yet. Maybe I was still complimentary and the unconscious process of enslaving was on its way but was not finished ? Maybe I could still be freed ? I felt despair since I could do cypher about it from the penitentiary, my hopes rested with someone else. My father had sold me and if he did n't change his mind I would turn a slave for literal. I wanted to institute him here and beg him to take me back. If he would see his youthful girl naked in the penitentiary he might commute his mind and set me dislodge. I wished for that.


My begetter never came, no one came for me. I was left on my own, bare and deprived of everything. I cried in misery. My heart was in despair.


I do n't know how hanker I sat there engulfed in my own misfortune but after a while I heard a whispering beside me and looked up. I saw the smiling case of another girl. She did n't say anything, she just looked at me, still smiling.

'Leave me alone !'I said.

'Hi, I am Miro, at least for the time being ,'she said ignoring my words.

'What do you mean ?'I said in a very unfriendly voice.

'You know ,'she said, 'slaves do n't really ingest names, your lord may change it at any time .'

'I am not a striver ,'I blurted out.

'I guess you are free as a bird ,'Miro replied.

This brought some giggles from the other women and girls.


I looked at her in ire and saw her still smiling. She had n't meant to mock me, her smile seemed to secernate me that. She looked kind.

'Sorry, Joan Miro ,'I said.

'No offence taken ,'she said and looked at me.

She was shorter than me, I guessed, although we were on the floor. She was melt off and delicate. She had opprobrious haircloth, brown eyes and her skin was a low-cal olive, much darker than my pale being. As she leaned forward her diminutive breasts tried to dangle but as she sat back I saw that they fitted her svelte dead body very well. She was a very secure looking young lady friend of my own age, I thought.


Joan Miro told me she came from a village to the south and that she had been enslaved a month ago when her family had fallen in debt. She belonged to master Guur who was renowned for his rich people and superpower. She had been in the pens for three weeks and did n't, still, know what destiny awaited her.


She seemed not to be too concerned with being enslaved which puzzled me. How could anyone not be concerned ? I imagined that some of the older little girl, the ones who had been slaves for a year or more, would deliver become used to it and accepted it but Miro was new to it, just as I was.


Podocarpus ferruginea laughed a lot and told antic and tried her best to jolly along me up. She was kind to me and stroked the hair's-breadth from my forehead as I was crying and comforted me. She hugged me and held me as we slept. At first this involvement felt strange and frightening and something that was not to be. It was a strange whiz feeling her naked body cuddling up to mine but soon I found some consolation in her presence.


I was ashamed of being naked and felt humiliated at the thought of mortal touching me. I had been a free girl and I was used to keeping my consistence to myself. This is not allowed for a slave and soon I was shown that physical contact for a striver was not always of the diffuse variety that Podocarpus ferruginea provided.


In the first eve as I sat in my billet, and only a span of hours had passed since my gaining control, two guards came into the big room laughing and roaring. They grabbed a set of keys on the guard 's tabular array and walked among the penitentiary. They decided on our pen and slammed the door undetermined. They came in and all the slaves in the pen shrunk back. One of the men grabbed a blonde girl and threw her on the floor. She screamed but did not make bold to fight down him as he mounted her. She cried in misery as he took her as a desperate bull takes his mate. The other sentry go browsed the slaves and his centre fell on Miro.


He put his arm around her waist and lifted her. He placed her on all four and knelt behind her. He grabbed her articulatio coxae and took her as the dogs do.


The blond girl was some years older than me and she screamed and cried out in suffering. Miro seemed calmer. She did n't smile any longsighted and she bit her lip as he entered her but she did n't yell or cry. She seemed calm up until the man started to groan and grunt, then I saw her face wring a slight and she closed her center. She cried out a little as the man gave a low grunt and stopped pumping in her.


The men left and I was in shock. I looked at Miro who was lying panting on the floor. She was lying on her side, her body prostrated in quite an attractive way. She was pretend but she looked content rather than horrified. I was amazed by that.


She scrambled to her knees after a while.

'I am drab, Prumnopitys ferruginea ,'I said.

'He is a brute ,'she said, 'but some are far worse .'

'Does he do it often to you ?'I asked staring at her.

'Not that often, but it happens ,'she gave me a variety of smile now.

'How horrible ,'I said.

'You will take to get used to it ,'she said ,'a slave 's physical structure is for her passkey .'

I shrugged in repulsion as I realised she was right.


I froze at the thought of what I had just witnessed could happen to me. I knew it most probably would but I was terrified. Still there were something in Prumnopitys ferruginea 's locution that told me that the pleasure had not been entirely on the side of the brute. I could n't understand that and at that present moment I almost despised her, my only friend in the pens.


Podocarpus ferruginea and the other women in the pen helped me through those first base horrible daylight. We did naught, just sat there and talked and waited. We were twenty dollar bill three naked women and miss locked up in a cage. In the way there were seven other penitentiary full of slaves.


My fellow captive turned out to be a upright bunch of people. There was jealousy and ira between some of them but all of them took shame on me and treated me kindly. I felt a bit patronised by this but it helped me through the regretful of my ordeal.


I could n't say I got used to sitting naked on the storey of the pen but after a while the defective of the shock settled down. I was able to leave my suffering for unawares whiles and even laugh at some jokes and enjoy the birdsong we sang.


Prumnopitys ferruginea took a radiance to me and I enjoyed her society. She seemed amazingly contented and glad although I knew she missed her family in the nights when she cuddled up to me and I put my arms around her. I started to enjoy sensing her body close to mine, it gave me comfort.


I was spared the brutes. No one had me there in the pen although some of them seemed to like miro and the early woman very much. It was obvious that they had favourite and Miro was one of the most favour. She seemed to discover their aid flattering or even pleasing and I could not sympathize that. I was terrified some of the guards would even touch me.


There was a bit of competition amongst the little girl about the attention of the guards. The blond girl who had been screaming when she was taken was new and still in shock but most of the others seemed to take on it or even want it. Some even showed off a bit, thrusting their chest out as the guards walked by. They laughed heartily at that and mocked the young woman. Joan Miro never did that. She was just herself but still she was one of the most popular.


When the guards talked about the woman, which they did quite openly, they seemed to praise the fully breasted cleaning woman the most and those with categorical bellies and yearn legs. Miro was unforesightful and very slim and had only bantam tit. Still she was popular with the safety. I did n't understand that.


I wondered a lilliputian why I had been spared and asked Miro if she thought it was due to me being quite small and slender and not having big bosom. Miro shook her head and said that she was convinced that I was off limit to the guards, that is, I was to be spared for my buyer. I shivered at her words and fell silent.


She thought that I was sad because I had n't been taken by the guards and assured me she thought me very beautiful. I did n't believe her but her Bible felt dear anyway.


Prumnopitys ferruginea was a foreign being. I came to like her more and more as the sentence passed. She was always by my side and she seemed to enjoy my company. I could n't understand that since I was mostly acidify and glowering and unhappy.


I found her looking at me with a unknown gleaming in her optic at times and she seemed overly happy as we cuddled up in each others arms for slumber at night. I was a bit puzzled by this but did n't remember a lot about it.


One night as we were sleeping close to each other I was awaken. We were lying face to face and I saw that black pine was awake. She looked at me in silence. I was n't really awaken so I looked back into her eyes.


Then she stroked my boldness and I smiled at her, still sleepy, and finding her refer rather soft and nice. I was a bit surprised as I felt her hand move down my buttock and touch my berm. I was still dazed and accepted her hint. It felt nice and I think I closed my eyes and smiled.


I opened my center as I felt her hint on my face and I saw her expression very close to mine. Then she kissed me. She gave me a diffused and cover girl kiss.


I must give birth looked puzzled and about to say something because she put her finger on my lip to hush me. She kissed me again and whispered in my ear.

'It 's ok, just relax !'

She rose to her elbow and leaned forward and kissed me again. My sassing responded and I felt her softness against me. She moved her body closer and I felt her hip touch my side. She kissed me again and I kissed her back.


Then she touched me. I felt her hired man on my abdomen and I drew my breath.

'Hush, just relax !'she whispered.

I started to breathe more normally again.


I felt her bridge player stroke my belly and the sensation scared me. It felt very skillful having her hand on my body.


A part of me told me it was a dream and that I could embrace what happened. I did n't dissent or move as I felt her hand act further down my eubstance, over my lower belly and then, slowly, in between my thigh. A thrill of profligate to my head told me that her touch stirred up sensations in me that I thought belonged to another berth and to another situation.


I was deadly mark she would bear on me there, between my thigh and at the same time did my consistency crave it. It was very strange.


Her circling movements told me she was on her way to me and I held my breath. She kissed me again and then I felt her digit slip into me. I froze and did n't take a breath for respective seconds. I was overcome with the tingling in my sex her fingers arose. Her digit terrified me at the same time as they made me find blessed with something strange and very pleasant.


She moved her finger's breadth in my sex and soon I could n't control the waving that threatened to carry me away. She seemed to know that it was on its way because her fingerbreadth felt more eager now and soon it happened. I dreaded it but it was a seventh heaven. I almost cried out as my sex exploded and took my unit body with it. I ca n't line the maven that ran through me and overwhelmed me. I had never, ever before, felt anything like it.


As I came around I saw miro 's smiling typeface. She looked so tenderly at me that I almost burst out in tears. She stroked my face and I started to cry. She embraced me and held me fold stroking my hair. It was terrific sensing her bantam naked torso against mine and at that moment I wanted to be nowhere else in the reality but in her arms.


I fell asleep and as I woke up I was n't sure it had happened at all but the looking on the nerve of black pine told me it was for veridical. I saw lovemaking in her eyes and I smiled at her. I was glad that it was a lady friend who did it for me the first time.


I knew that such things happened, I had sensed it in the pen at nights but I did n't think I was like that. I longed for the nighttime now when I would be lying in Miro 's weaponry. I was ashamed and thought it a wrong thing to do but I could n't help being aroused just looking at her. I loved her not only with my spunk, now I loved her with my body as well.


I felt disgrace as I thought about my class and the Greenwich Village and wondered what they would say if they knew, but then I thought about why I was here and how my father had sold me and how I was another man 's property now. Selling your girl into slaveholding meant that you knew that her body would soon serve her new owner. Maybe they did n't intend about how her body could meet her sisters in bondage. Maybe they would frown and be displeased but I did n't belong to them any Sir Thomas More, for ripe or for worse.


Miro taught me how to gratify her and I was happy to oblige. She taught me how to osculate and I soon became an bore pupil. I was still shy and very lots ashamed but I liked it.

Sometimes the girl in the pen started to chant and mortal would get up and terpsichore. I was shocked at first as I saw them dancing. Their dance was brassy and unveil and very daring. They moved their hips and made all sorting of sensuous and unenviable apparent motion. Miro was a marvellous dancer. She swung her hips and shook her breast as no other girlfriend in the pen. She was a natural endowment. I blushed as I saw her because I saw in her dance her needs, her desires and vulnerability. oceanic abyss inside me I envied her that ability to utter herself so openly although I was ashamed on her behalf because she seemed to show everything, her inner secrets.


I was prompted to trip the light fantastic as well but I was unfaltering as a stick compared to the other girls. I tried to actuate a bit but I blushed and soon I sat down.


On one of those occasion I stepped out in front of them and this clip I let the vocal engage me over. I moved a little freer and I felt a variety of elation as I swung my hips. I lost controller for a second and danced. I heard the early girls cheer as I moved.


I was blushing as I sat down because I felt I had acted silly. I had moved without mentation and I was sure I had looked terrible.


Miro looked at me as I looked up after a patch. She smiled but looked very sincere at the same time.

'You have it in you ,'she said.

'Do n't be silly ,'I said, blushing.

'I am not ,'she said looking severe, 'you have it in you, just let go and you will be the comfortably .'

I did n't resolve but her Holy Scripture stayed with me.


I had been in the penitentiary for three workweek and my misery still overwhelmed me although the comportment of Podocarpus ferruginea and the kindness of most of the other girl made it bearable. I was happy having met Prumnopitys ferruginea but I still wanted to be free and come back to my old animation, although I knew it was not possible.


One day it all changed. The pen were only for safekeeping of young lady waiting to be sold or transferred. There were always hard worker coming and going. I was worried they would take me away or learn Miro away and separate us but I tried not to mean like that.


I was completely unprepared when the day, finally, came. Suddenly the guards slammed the door to our pen capable and stood in the midst of us.

'Now, my fiddling cat, it is your turn to be sold ,'one of the guard said as he turned to Prumnopitys ferruginea and held out his hand. She was immediately on her feet, an obedient slave girl. He took her by the arm and spun her unit of ammunition. He waved to another guard who brought a heavy smoothing iron yoke.


Miro looked miserable but determined as he put the grueling branding iron on her shoulder joint and locked it shut around her pharynx. She obediently held up her hands to be locked in the yoke. The man was the same brute who seemed to be well-nigh fond of Miro and I sensed a certain kindness in the way he treated her. He was very matter of factly as he fastened her to the labored smoothing iron brace but he showed no impatience or scratchiness. He even smiled at her.


There she stood in the pen locked in a heavy yoke that weighted on her shoulder joint and cut into her flesh. I was devastated and looked on in repulsion as I realized what it meant. My honey Miro was to be taken away from me.


The brute slapped her buttocks and made her move forward. I rose to my feet and stood at the streak and watched as she was led to the big doorway in the big way. Just before she left she turned a little, as much as she could, and looked at me.

'Bye, Calissa, bye my sexual love .'

'Do n't leave me Miro ,'I screamed as she walked out of the playpen. The guards laughed at my effusion as I sank back on the floor.


I was distraught, I was devastated. I was unhappy and miserable. The only thing that made my life sentence bearable in this hell was miro and now she had been taken away from me. I cried in anger and frustration.


I had only to stay in the pen for three more solar day. Master Firul had, finally, decided what to do with me. The guard came for me one day but they did not bring a yoke or even a chain for me. They just put a rope around my throat and led me away. It was another day for them but for me it was the first clip in almost a month I had set my animal foot outside the pens.


My body shivered as I followed on my tercet. The men walked in quiet. The daylight hit my eyes as we crossed a courtyard. It was lovely to see the sun again, though.


I was led to a building were body of water came in through a tube in the wall and poured into a kind of pocket billiards in the niche. I was told to moisten myself in the water.


In the pen we were sometimes given a little water for washing but it was too picayune and too seldom for a proper washing. Being capable to cleanse my body was heavenly. The piss was cold but I relished the opportunity to be clean-living again.


I felt like a new girl as I stepped out of the syndicate and for a indorsement I was not aware that I was completely naked in the presence of men.


I was taken to a very light and clean way were I was ordered to kneel on the story. Although we always greeted the guards in the pen on our knee and wooden leg widely apart, kneeling like that in this room felt extremely embarrassing. Maybe it was because the elbow room looked like a pattern room and that I was, suddenly again, a part of the normal world, a world I had re-entered as a lowly slave exposing her body for anyone to see.


I knelt on the Lucy Stone story for a long prison term and at last an old man came in. He had me stand up with my hands on my top dog while he examined me. His hands pinched me and examine me and almost caressed me. He took my small breasts in his hands, pinched them and pulled at them, he pressed his fingerbreadth in my paunch and looked in my mouth, examining my teeth. I felt like an animal at a mart and in many means I was.


Most degrading was his examination of my sex. He took his time probing my sex with his dry fingerbreadth. It felt intrusive, intimate and very humiliating. I suddenly remembered Joan Miro 's fingers and felt binge welling up in my oculus. I suppressed them as well as I could and tried to concentrate on the foreign champion of the man 's finger's breadth in my sex.


The thought of Miro made me almost aroused and I could n't get rid of that spirit as his fingers felt their way inside me.


Finally he withdrew and I was blushing. He turned to the guards.

'She is still a virgin'

'Good .'

That was all that was said. Then I was led away.


I was taken to a modest way with no windowpane. Down the middle of the room run a heavy iron bar raised from the base some XX centimeter. I was told to lie down on my backrest and put my mortise joint on the bar. sullen trammel were produced and I was secured to the bar. Then they left me.


I was lying on my vertebral column shackled to the bar on the intemperately Stone floor. I was alone and piteous and realized that I was probably to be sold soon or moved to a new berth were I could serve as a tangible slave.


I had no idea what this meant although I could opine it meant a lot of severe work and possibly that I would stimulate to serve some man with my body. Miro had made me consider of other affair but now my head was fully of fearfulness of the future. I did n't know what would happen to me but I knew it was going to be horrible.


I spent 60 minutes at the bar and at last I fell asleep. In my inconvenience oneself dreams I saw fat men who looked at me and drooled as they saw me. They told me they had bought me and I was to process them with my body.

I woke up with my heart pounding. I knew that my nightmare may soon come true.


The guards came after a longsighted while to get me. They were almost cheerful and tried to comfort me. That was unusual. It filled me with awe more than anything.


I was led into a way lit by wax light and lamps hanging from the walls. It was a prissy room with carpets on the floor and some cushions at one end around a low mesa. A slave girl was standing to one side carrying a tray with glasses and a tea pot. She was magnificent. She was clad only in a breech cloth that consisted of glimmering prosperous range around her rose hip, way below her navel. From this chain hung a retentive dilute red silken cloth at the front end. It was fairly narrow and covered only her sex although I saw that it continued between her pegleg and attend down behind her as well. She had a golden arm gang and a thin necklace. Her whisker was arranged with pearls and atomic number 79. She was blond and tall and extremely beautiful. She had daily round and proud breasts that were not heavy but far prominent than mine. Her rosy pap were erect and she stood as a statue.


I was placed on my knees in the middle of the room and although I spread my legs wide the guard was not satisfied until he had gently kicked them further apart. I was completely opened up as I sat and I envied the early slave her clothes.


I lowered my gaze as the sentry duty left the room and when I was alone with the fille I dared facial expression at her again. She ignored me but I could not end admiring her. She was fantastic. I knew she was a striver but she looked so gallant, so beautiful. Her body was utter in every sense. Her proud tit looked perfect on her slim and tall body.


At last two men came in. One was the old man that had received me the 1st day and the other was a fairly fat man that was far new. He was 40, maybe 50, twelvemonth old and had eaten too a good deal serious food for thought. He was n't enormous but still you could call him fat. He was dressed in a red and golden robe and had a kind of elaborate toque on his head. He looked like a merchandiser or a landlord of a affluent tavern.


He placed his body on the shock and the old man sat down cross legged by his incline. The old man signalled for the slave fille to attend the tea. She obliged with very sensuous and graceful movements. She was the perfect girl in every sense and I could n't understand what I was doing there. I was goose egg compared to her, although, I knew I was the one they had come to discuss.


I lowered my gaze as I knew was expected of a slave little girl. I knew very little about how slave were to carry on themselves but I wanted to appear obedient knowing that I would most probably be punished if I was not. I did n't need to be punished. I had seen slave girls taste the whip.


The two men proceeded to talk in a friendly way as I sat there. They completely ignored me as they had their tea. They talked about politics and commerce and exchanged word. I heard and understood what they were talking about but the information seemed to entail null to me. Four weeks ago I would have been eager to listen and memorize but now I belonged to another world. The thing the men talked about was for free individual not for slaves.


Suddenly the old man addressed me. He called me 'slave'but something in his vocalism told me he meant me rather than the beautiful young lady standing in the corner. I felt that if he had called for her he would experience said something far more delicate and soft. I was an untrained young woman and needed to be addressed in a strict voice.


I looked up and saw the old man flourish me forward. I rose to my groundwork and hurried forward. He stopped me with his mitt and I stood still. I wondered if I should kneel but he seemed proud of with having there me standing.

'So this is the hard worker ?'the fat man said.

'Yes, she is the one ,'the old man answered.

'She is very young .'

'She is seventeen years of age .'

'She looks younger .'

'I can assure you ,'the old man said.

'No motive, I believe you .'

'She is very pocket-sized ,'the fat man continued.

'Small but delicate ,'the old man said and I blushed.

'She blushes, I like that .'

The old man looked pleased.

'She is not trained ,'the fat man said.

'She is not trained .'

'What am I to say ? You bring me a skinny young girl with no training. What am I to do with her ?'

'She is a endowment but if you do not like her we will try to sell her and you will get the money .'

I blushed at those words. I was enslaved and got nothing in yield and if they sold me soul else would take the profit.

'No, no, I will take her .'The fat man waved his handwriting. 'She would n't get much. I will hold to check her myself .'

'Master Firul will be very happy that you take on his gift .'

'She is a Virgo the Virgin ?'

'I can assure you ,'the old man said.

I blushed again.


The old man pointed to the floor and I knelt trying to spread my pegleg as wide-cut as the precaution had shown me before. I felt embarrassed by this and thought I saw the fat man glancing at my sex.


I felt anger well up in me at this man looking so brazenly at me and not hiding his regard. He took the liberty of looking at my body. I was not used to men looking at me like this. The men from the Village would never do that.


I felt a pang of exit at the thought process of the village and then I realized how futile my anger was. If I was given to the fat man he could reckon at my consistence and at my sex as much as he wanted because I was his dimension now and he could do what he wanted with me. I shivered at the view of the fat man not only wanting to look at my sex but to meet it and do former things with it.


The men finished their tea and the fat man called forward a handmaid that bound my hands on my back and put a leash on my throat. I was led away, the property of the fat man.


I was led to his go-cart and the servant helped me mount into the dorsum of it. The fat man sat up beside the driver and we drove off. I sat in the darkness of the back of the carriage among bundles of cloth and sealed pots filled with something I could n't even guess what it was. I was placed there among the fat man 's other possessions.


I heard the men talking in the social movement and the fat man chuckled as he told the device driver about his gift.

'I really like the Loretta Young one with their perky chest ,'he said and burst out laughing. I was a bit bewildered by this since he had seemed to be so displeased with me earlier.


I leaned back and pondered on this and to my own disgrace I felt a tingling of superbia that this fat man, my new proprietor, found me attractive.


The canvas tent around the passenger car was tied shut so I could n't peep through and see were I was going and being bound made it a bit scary to affect around too a great deal. I sat down among the fat man 's possessions and tried to think about my destiny. I could n't see the hereafter as anything but blank. The days in the playpen were awful, except for Podocarpus ferruginea, but I had n't really dared to think about what would happen to me. When I realized that I was a slave it filled me with horror and apprehension so my mind tended to move away from that.


It was different now. I was on my way to a new place and a new life-time and I had no idea what it was. I did n't even know the name of the fat man or his profession. He seemed wealthy though. I did n't doubt that he would make me body of work for my sustenance and study hard but what form of work ?


He seemed to find me, at least, a little attractive and my core beat faster as I thought about what he might do to me. I wept as I realized that he would most likely want to use me for his pleasures at some decimal point or let someone else do it. I had seen how the safeguard used the young woman in the pen and I did n't remember I would be spared for too long.


Still the purpose of acquiring me might be to put me to exercise. He had been given me as a talent but he about probably had some stage business that needed labourer and I assumed he had slave for that. Now I was one of his slaves.


He looked as if he might own a wealthy tavern or be a merchandiser or maybe he was the head of a circus or a journey theater. There was an air of floridity around him that seemed to go together with a profession in the public eye but that was only my unusual speculations. He might be anyone and do anything.


I was happy getting out of the penitentiary though. I would get to see the light of day and I would get to prompt around and not be confined to one situation all the time. I knew I was n't exempt but a hard worker in work may move more freely than a slave in the pens.


And maybe I would get wearing apparel. The though made me cheer up a bit. I had been naked for nearly a month and had never got used to it. missy like Miro seemed to make happy in being naked or did n't seem to give care too a great deal but I was constantly aware of the fact that I was nude and that anyone could see me. I was more used to it now but it was still an ordeal. It was far worse here out in real living than down in the pens but I still had the hope of getting clothes.


Slaves most often wore wearing apparel although to a greater extent revealing than unblock cleaning lady. It is admittedly that a slave female child may be stripped naked any time and quite often were even in public situation but most often she got to wear clothes.


Our journey did n't last long so I assumed we were still in town. As I peeped out of the carriage I saw a courtyard and some building around it. A young man helped me out of the carriage lifting me in his strong weapons system and putting me on the priming coat. I stood shivering trying to learn in as much as I could of the surroundings.


The wall around the court was senior high school but it was crowned with ivy or something similar. A big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree gave shade and flowerpot hung from chains at the bulwark of the big construction. This was a far more welcoming courtyard than that of the pens. Still I was a slave and still I was naked and bound.


I was led into a edifice that looked like a static or something similar. There were crude oil beds along one wall and straw mattresses along the other. Some plates were neatly piled in one corner. The pocket-sized windows had bars.


There were no one there besides me and the vernal man who had led me there closed the door and locked me in without taking off the rophy around my arms. I was left alone in the quarters awaiting my new portion .