Auction

The auctioneer's voice droned on, detailing the girl's lineage and the numerous "skills" she had been taught. Yet, it was her unspoken allure that truly intrigued the lord.

Lord Mathias Castellanos already possessed two beautiful slavegirl’s that he had chosen for their bodies and not their minds. For he possessed a powerful and forbidden artefact that could swap peoples minds. And in the bodies of those two slavegirl’s now resided the minds of two of his former enemies - lords that he had swapped and trapped. They were perfectly obedient slavegirls, mostly, as he used potions to suppress their memories. But occasionally, very briefly he would let them recall who they had once been. Their original male bodies were now occupied by the minds of his loyal slaves and happily did his bidding.

The proud and troublesome Lord Baltasar had been a thorn in his side and was his next intended victim. This slavegirl would be a perfect receptacle for his latest enemy. He would enjoy breaking Baltasar.

As the bidding grew feverish, Lord Castellanos raised his hand with a casual flick of his wrist, his doubling bid echoing through the square like a toll of fate. The crowd fell silent, all eyes on the naked prize and the man whose wealth could claim her. With a final nod from the auctioneer, she was his, the leather leash now a symbol of his absolute dominion over her.

Mathias paid the slaver a handful of gold coins and approached her. He reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle, and took the leash. The girl glowered but did not look away. He could see the hatred in her eyes, a hatred that challenged his power and fuelled his desire. He meant to give her the freedom and power of a lord - but first he would bend her to his will.

"Come," he said simply, and she had **** but to follow, her bare feet padding softly behind him as he led her away from the market and towards the apothecary where he intended to buy the potions that would tame and remake her.

Within the dimly lit apothecary lined with many baubles and glass philtres, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and the faint whiff of something darker, a hint of dweomer … that made them both uneasy.

“Lord Mathias. Always a pleasure. What may your humble servant sell you today?” The withered witch enquired with a laugh that seemed to come from Hades.

“I require two potions. One to make these bee stung breasts swell with lushness and another to make her hate turn to an insatiable lust and obedience to her master.” He requested.

The slavegirl scowled as the cackling crone hopped birdlike about her wares, fingers twitching as she found one and then another, mumbling to herself, then she passed the requested brews to him and again gold coin changed hands. The crone bit the coin and her insane eyes gleamed in the darkness as she withdraw.

Mathias’ eyes never left hers, watching as she struggled against the leash, her fists clenched at her sides as she was led naked through the streets to her fate.