Elody Becomes a

"What's your name?"

"Elody."

She was near one of the public squares on the outer sections of the city. Around her, people came and went and she could hear the sound of shouting merchants selling their wares in the distance. Before her there was a long building made of stone. She had learned that this was where slaves were made. This building - or one of the many others like it that were scattered about the city - was where the people of Gelmina went when they wanted to sell themselves into slavery. The front was manned by a heavy-set human wearing practical clothing. As soon as she approached, he started to eye her up. He looked to be in his forties with a powerful build but a bit of weight to him which implied he had not been using it much for a while.

"Elody. That's a nice name." The man said, looking down at a list that he had drawn out of some crevice in his armour. "You know what this place is for, right?"

"I am aware." Elody said. "I have come to be made into a ****. That is what you do here, correct?"

"It is indeed." The man agreed. "Rather direct, aren't you? You're from Gelmina?"

"I am from many places. I have heard that there is no restriction on who can sell themselves into slavery here."

"That is true, but usually if you're not a local we'd go into more trouble explaining exactly what it meant." The man told her. His eyes swept over her body, lingering around her hips and chest. "Still, I am sure you know what you're doing and we don't need to bother with that. Please come inside and we can make the arrangement."

He turned and opened the door, holding it for her as she followed him. Within, the room was small. There was a stone door directly in front of her, but between her and it there was a desk piled high with paperwork and forms. The man moved towards the desk and sat down,

"Before we proceed any further, I have to confirm that you are doing this of your own free will. That you are not being **** or tricked in anyway. That you fully understand what you are getting yourself into and are willing to commit to the full term of servitude as decided by your specific contract. Be aware that there is a truth spell active in this room. I will know if you are lying."

Elody half closed her eyes. The man seemed to think that she was considering it but in reality she was widening her senses. Seeking the supposed spell that he had told her of. There was none. Unless once more, it was supremely well hidden.

"I am fully aware of the terms of the contract," Elody said. "And intend to spend my full term as a ****."

She was lying and the fact that he didn't notice it confirmed for her that there was no truth spell. But most people coming here wouldn't be able to sense that. He nodded, unaware of her thoughts.

"You are aware that during your time as a **** you can and likely will be called upon to perform sexual acts for your masters, or those that they deem worthy of your services? Penetration, masturbation, the use of sex toys. Any and all of the above, as well as anything else they decide is your duty. You will have some protections but they will be basic. You will be protected from harm or ****. Sexually transmitted disease will not affect you, and you will not be able to get pregnant unless it is the explicit will of your master."

Elody frowned.

"How is it that you are able to promise such things?"

"Ah, well, that is the power of Gelmina." The man chuckled. "More specifically, it's the power of the contracts that we can draw up. We have some of the best magicians in the world here, you see. The reason we got so good at magic was exactly for this sort of bargain. Part of the reason you trade away your name is for these protections."

"Really?" Elody asked, tilting her head to the side in curiosity.

"Yep. If you ask most people, they'll tell you it's because slaves should know their place. That's part of it. But most of it is the magic. You trade something away - your name - and you get something back, those protections. While you have no name, they extend to you. The moment you reclaim your name, they vanish."

"That's fascinating," Elody said.

"It's what we're good at. But we really should stick to the script," the man told her. "You accept those terms?"

"I do."

"Very good." He marked something on a piece of paper. "Next question is why you want to be a ****? Money? Sexual gratification? You look like the sort who might be into that kind of thing. Don't be shy about it. Quite a lot of slaves end up here because they get off on it."

"Money." Elody said. "I am in need of a fair amount of it, but I do not need it right away. I am given to understand that slaves serve for periods of ten years?"

"The minimum contract is for five years. The maximum is for life. They can go to any point between those two areas but ten is the most common."

"Tell me how the process works."

"Very well." The man said. "Once you sign, you'll go into the back room and be inspected. We'll question you and check out your body. Based on the results of that, we'll classify you as a certain quality. The higher your rating is, the more money you'll be worth. Once we decide on that you'll be taken with the other slaves and sold on the market tomorrow. The money that you are bought for will be lodged with the palace, and given to you upon your release."

"I see." Elody said. She swallowed. For some reason, her body was feeling a bit hot and tingly. She wasn't used to this reaction anywhere but with Vrasha. Was it possible she was actually becoming aroused by this? She tried to push the thought aside and focus on her mission but the phantom feeling of a collar kept enclosing her throat.

"If you are truly willing to sign away your name," the man said, "Then sign this document to make it official. But think carefully about it. Once it's signed there is no going back."

Elody ran a hand through her brown hair, her blue eyes focused on the piece of paper that he man thrust across the table at her. Her insides churned, a strange sense of wariness and anticipation filled her. She swallowed again, now her throat felt dry.

She signed the paper and the man stood up, opening the door to the next part of the building.

"Through there," He told her. "Go into the next room and undress. I will be there in a few moments to inspect you. Wear nothing, not even panties. A **** has no right to clothes."

"I understand." Elody said.

"You clearly do not," the man told her. "From now on, everyone is ''master'' or ''mistress'' to you. Do you understand? You are not worthy to treat others as equals unless they are also slaves. If you fail to understand this, you will be punished."

Elody gulped, the feeling spreading through her body intensified. She nodded.

"I understand...master."

"Good." The man said. "Go inside and get undressed."