It's Time to Question the Slaves

The three slaves that they had been given were waiting for them in the main room. As she approached, Vrasha listened carefully. Hoping perhaps to catch some whispers or conversation but they were silent. With Elody at her side she pushed open the door and entered the chamber.

The three slaves were sitting on the floor waiting to be called. Each of them was still naked, and their heads were towards the ground in a subservient pose which boiled Vrasha's blood. None of them looked up as she entered, though they must surely have heard the door. Vrasha took a moment to sweep her gaze over each of them in turn, noting the differences and the details.

There were three women; a blond, a brunette and a redhead. She noted that they each had different characteristics, probably picked out by the minister so that at least one of them would appeal to the delegation from her kingdom. The first one was the brunette. She was dark haired with brown eyes and had a rosy complexion. Her body was wide - not fat, but maybe chubby to a slight degree. She still had the metal clamps clutching her nipples, and Vrasha noticed too the arousal which speckled her thighs.

The second one was the blond one. She was tall and long-legged with pronounced breasts and a face that was fine-boned and pleasing to look at. Her figure was slim, and of the three of them she seemed the most outwardly sexual.

The final one was the redhead. She was short, with small breasts and a lithe frame. She had freckles on her face, and wide, green eyes that looked deceptive and innocent. Of them all, she was the only one who seemed to feel embarrassed about her situation, as there was a hint of a blush on her face.

"All right," Vrasha said. "I suppose it's time to deal with this matter. You three, I am sure you know who I am by now."

The three looked up. The blond spoke, stretching herself to show off her body.

"We do, mistress. You are Vrasha, the Princess of Khol-Hon. We were told that you were to be our master for the next several days and also that you might not know our ways. We will do anything you instruct. Punish us if we displease you. If you have questions, we will answer."

"Any questions?" Vrasha asked, pacing in front of them while Elody settled into the background.

"Of course. We are mere slaves. We do not have the right to withhold anything. Ask us even the most humiliating secrets about ourselves and we would reveal them to you."

"Let's start with names then," Vrasha said. "Do you have names?"

The blond slaved looked towards the ground again.

"We gave them up, mistress. When we chose to become slaves we surrendered our names and our history. We are just slaves now. We are not allowed to refer to ourselves by our previous identities, nor to wear clothes. If you want to distinguish us, you can call us what you like and we will respond to it."

Vrasha crossed her arms with a frown.

"You gave up your _names? _Why? What could possibly make you do such a thing?"

"We have different reasons, mistress." The blond **** said. "Being a **** in Gelmina is not considered to be shameful. It is a lifestyle which calls to some. For some of us, it is a way to make money... we can sell ourselves into slavery for a period of time and get that sum upon retaking our freedom. The money made can be considerable. For others, it's a matter of order. Restrictions. Some people are at their best when living a regimented life. Yet others enjoy life as a ****."

"And you?" Vrasha said. "Why did you decide to become a ****? Tell me."

The blond woman licked her lips, a brief flash of red crossed her face.

"I enjoy it, my lady. I like being commanded and used. Sometimes, I go out of my way to be punished or humiliated. This is everything that I want from my life. I am cared for and fed, kept sheltered. I never have to worry about money, and I am able to regularly please my masters and receive pleasure from them in turn. What more could a woman desire?"

Vrasha said nothing, but her sour expression left little doubt that the answer to that was ''a lot more.''

"What about you?" Vrasha turned, pointing to the red-haired woman. The one who looked to be both the youngest and the least used to her station. "Why did you become a ****?"

"It was a tradition, mistress." The redhead said. She was chewing on her lower lip, avoiding Vrasha's eyes. "In my family, the youngest daughter always takes the chains upon coming of age. We serve for a period of time, usually around five or ten years, After that if we desire it, we can be free again. But many of us don't desire it."

"And do you enjoy what you do? Do you like being a ****?"

The redhead seemed to panic, not expecting the question.

"I-it's a life, my lady. There are others who do manual work or fight in the army or raise animals and farm. I...I don't think it's worse than any other way to live."

"Perhaps," Vrasha said. "But those people have power over their own bodies. They don't walk around naked nor are they obligated to pleasure strangers and allow them to make use of their bodies at any moment. What you are doing seems far beyond them."

The redhead looked down at the ground.

"It's what we've always done, mistress. If I refused to become a ****, it would shame my ancestors and my whole family. It's only for a few years a-and we are treated well enough. Even when we're punished it's usually not too bad."

"When you're punished?" Vrasha said, turning to the third and final ****. The brown-haired one with the clamps on her nipples. "I assume this is what is happening to you."

"Yes, my lady." The brunette said. "I was improper and am being punished for it. These clamps are there to remind me of my place and to keep me from repeating my mistake."

"What mistake was it?"

"I... someone came upon me suddenly and I tried to shield my nudity, mistress. I was shocked and forgot my place. I am new to this and have not yet grasped my position. I became a **** to settle a debt. I needed money, you see and once I have completed my service I will have it. Until then, I have little rights that my master does not give me."

"Sexual punishments like this are common?"

"It is the most common form of punishment for a female ****," the blond woman said. "It does no lasting harm and reinforces subservience. Devices are often used or sometimes if a **** has been particularly bad, they are **** to endure ."

"Endure?"

"She is chained up, mistress. With her legs spread and made to climax many times in rapid succession. After a while, the pleasure starts to become too intense and she begs forgiveness for her crimes. Sometimes, it is done alone and sometimes in a public place."

"As in a part of the city itself?" Vrasha said. "Where?"

"There are public squares where slaves are punished," the blond said. "People gather and watch. Sometimes they cheer."

"And you do not think that this is an evil thing?" Vrasha asked. "You do not think that it is a thing which should not happen?"

"It is our way, mistress." The blond **** said. "No one is made a **** who does not desire it and all slaves are made aware of potential punishment before we sign our names away. We accept the possibility of punishment the same way a soldier who joins the army accepts the possibility of being punished if they do not meet the standards expected of them."

"Those are not the same thing," Vrasha said firmly. "Are you sure that no slaves are ever made to sign away their names unwillingly?"

"Of course not, mistress," the blond **** said with an obvious look of horror. "That would be terrible! Gelmina would never do such a thing! It's always willing."

"You're sure of that?"

"Absolutely."

"And the rest of you are sure as well?"

The other slaves nodded. It seemed that no one doubted even for a moment that things were as they appeared. Vrasha made a mental note of that. it was too perfect. Even if the situation was exactly as they described, there would always be the chance of someone being ****, tricked of **** into becoming a ****. Even if they fought against it, the possibility should have been acknowledged.

"Let's carry on then," Vrasha said. "I am going to question each of you more closely."