The life of a slave in the Kingdom might be thrust upon a citizen for many reasons. One, being having owed a life debt, another being a spoil of War. Unfortunately for Rilan, it was neither. She was born to two slaves who were used specifically for breeding, and sold to her Mistress, Rosaria, at age nine. Her youngest of years were spent as a play mate for her Rosaria's daughter Celest. When Rilan became of age 16, she was often the eye of Rosaria's potential suitors as she was a widow, and Mistress Rosaria often received several offers for Rilans purchase. However, it was never a deal that was made, due to the Widow Rosaria using it as a reason to keep the suitors visiting.
Her life was unabridged, living under the household of Rosaria. As long as Rilan did her chores, and kept Celest company, Rilan was allowed to do very much what she pleased. Rosaria was not the strictest of Mistresses, and the household of the three kept running smoothly. By the age of 15, Rilan became the head of the servants, and oversaw that the matters of the estate were run correctly, and that the other slaves were doing their jobs as well. Her position of such gave her small perks, as Rosaria clothed her more appropriately then other slaves, so she was given clothes more fitting of someone of the lower middle class then that of a slave.
At age 17, Celeste was married off to a very rich Baron, and it left Rilan and Rosaria together as Mistress and slave. Despite the Estate having over one hundred servants and slaves, it was Rilan that Rosaria chose to keep at her side as her right and left hands. Rosaria was very comfortable in Rilan's ability to handle the estate, and she did so very well, leaving Rosaria's financial situation always on the brightest side of things. Unlike the other servants who would be shackled, Rosaria permitted Rilan to sleep on a pallet of furs at the base of her bed unchained, because the Mistress knew and understood the loyalty that Rilan had pledged to her.
However, shortly after Rilan turned 18, Rosaria became ill. Rilan did not leave her Mistress's side as she was dying, but the slave's plight to save her Mistress did not change the course of fate. Two months after Rosaria fell ill, the Mistress passed into the next world. Celeste and her husband would return to the Estate, to take the funds and to sell everything off.
Despite having been nearly a sister to Celeste as the two grew up together, Celeste chose to sell Rilan to an exotics auction. The woman
could not bare peer upon the woman who had failed to save her mother.
And that, is where our story begins.
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The auction was small that day. The influx of slaves deemed to be of the 'exotic' form, appeared to be fewer and further between. However, it did not change the course of the auctions beginnings, as a large, brunette man approached the cell that Rilan was in. He paused, staring into the cell, almost caught off guard by the woman that he would find inside. It however, did not last long, as he threw the cage door open, and grabbed her by her hair. Rilan was jerked from the cage, and pulled close to the man's frame. With a simple flick of his wrist, the small thigh-length tunic she wore was cut from her body.
In the damp, dusty light and air of the Auction house, her skin still seemed to glisten. Rilan was much to be desired, as her skin was flawless in near every way. No scar would be found from the tail of a whip, no freckles of imperfection across her face. Her facial features were petite, simple, yet they held a soft tone of perhaps someone from the High Class, nobility. Her cheekbones were delicately set high, her eyes the brightest blue that the man that held her had ever seen. Her lips were large and plump, a natural dark rosed hue that stood out against her alabaster skin. The locks of hair that sprouted in a glorious mane of Stygian tresses and curls danced down over her plump, large breasts in the front, and down to the small of her back as well. The slave, the man realized, was certainly exotic as well.
The man took one of his large, stubby hands, and grasped her arms, throwing her back against the cage door. A single finger would travel down, thrusting into her sex. The sudden act of such a violation caused Rilan to scream, and attempt to kick the man as he felt up into her frame.
“Ah, a virgin.... You'll fetch a good price at the auction today, little mare.” the man smiled, his crooked teeth showing in all of it's hideous glory. He withdrew his finger, and fetched a set of shackles from his belt and forced them down around her wrists. Within another moment, he picked the Rilan up, throwing her over his shoulder, and wandered to the auction post.
The man threw Rilan against the post, shackling her hands above her head. There was little she could do other then cross her legs and hope to preserve some amount of modesty from the large crowd of men that stood before her. However, even this amount of modesty would not be granted to her, as the man took each leg after she had done so, and shackled each one spread as far as he could and allow her to be able to stand on her own, to the floor. The auctioneer waited no time to begin the bidding.
“This one comes to us with the name given as Rilan. She is a pure slave, coming from the household of a Mistress. Unmarked, and with a bit of force, perhaps a very fine slave to take to bed.” the auctioneer began, “The bidding will start at 300 gold.”
A short man near the front raised his hand, “Three hundred!”
Her life was unabridged, living under the household of Rosaria. As long as Rilan did her chores, and kept Celest company, Rilan was allowed to do very much what she pleased. Rosaria was not the strictest of Mistresses, and the household of the three kept running smoothly. By the age of 15, Rilan became the head of the servants, and oversaw that the matters of the estate were run correctly, and that the other slaves were doing their jobs as well. Her position of such gave her small perks, as Rosaria clothed her more appropriately then other slaves, so she was given clothes more fitting of someone of the lower middle class then that of a slave.
At age 17, Celeste was married off to a very rich Baron, and it left Rilan and Rosaria together as Mistress and slave. Despite the Estate having over one hundred servants and slaves, it was Rilan that Rosaria chose to keep at her side as her right and left hands. Rosaria was very comfortable in Rilan's ability to handle the estate, and she did so very well, leaving Rosaria's financial situation always on the brightest side of things. Unlike the other servants who would be shackled, Rosaria permitted Rilan to sleep on a pallet of furs at the base of her bed unchained, because the Mistress knew and understood the loyalty that Rilan had pledged to her.
However, shortly after Rilan turned 18, Rosaria became ill. Rilan did not leave her Mistress's side as she was dying, but the slave's plight to save her Mistress did not change the course of fate. Two months after Rosaria fell ill, the Mistress passed into the next world. Celeste and her husband would return to the Estate, to take the funds and to sell everything off.
Despite having been nearly a sister to Celeste as the two grew up together, Celeste chose to sell Rilan to an exotics auction. The woman
could not bare peer upon the woman who had failed to save her mother.
And that, is where our story begins.
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The auction was small that day. The influx of slaves deemed to be of the 'exotic' form, appeared to be fewer and further between. However, it did not change the course of the auctions beginnings, as a large, brunette man approached the cell that Rilan was in. He paused, staring into the cell, almost caught off guard by the woman that he would find inside. It however, did not last long, as he threw the cage door open, and grabbed her by her hair. Rilan was jerked from the cage, and pulled close to the man's frame. With a simple flick of his wrist, the small thigh-length tunic she wore was cut from her body.
In the damp, dusty light and air of the Auction house, her skin still seemed to glisten. Rilan was much to be desired, as her skin was flawless in near every way. No scar would be found from the tail of a whip, no freckles of imperfection across her face. Her facial features were petite, simple, yet they held a soft tone of perhaps someone from the High Class, nobility. Her cheekbones were delicately set high, her eyes the brightest blue that the man that held her had ever seen. Her lips were large and plump, a natural dark rosed hue that stood out against her alabaster skin. The locks of hair that sprouted in a glorious mane of Stygian tresses and curls danced down over her plump, large breasts in the front, and down to the small of her back as well. The slave, the man realized, was certainly exotic as well.
The man took one of his large, stubby hands, and grasped her arms, throwing her back against the cage door. A single finger would travel down, thrusting into her sex. The sudden act of such a violation caused Rilan to scream, and attempt to kick the man as he felt up into her frame.
“Ah, a virgin.... You'll fetch a good price at the auction today, little mare.” the man smiled, his crooked teeth showing in all of it's hideous glory. He withdrew his finger, and fetched a set of shackles from his belt and forced them down around her wrists. Within another moment, he picked the Rilan up, throwing her over his shoulder, and wandered to the auction post.
The man threw Rilan against the post, shackling her hands above her head. There was little she could do other then cross her legs and hope to preserve some amount of modesty from the large crowd of men that stood before her. However, even this amount of modesty would not be granted to her, as the man took each leg after she had done so, and shackled each one spread as far as he could and allow her to be able to stand on her own, to the floor. The auctioneer waited no time to begin the bidding.
“This one comes to us with the name given as Rilan. She is a pure slave, coming from the household of a Mistress. Unmarked, and with a bit of force, perhaps a very fine slave to take to bed.” the auctioneer began, “The bidding will start at 300 gold.”
A short man near the front raised his hand, “Three hundred!”
