The Brunette, Sold into slavery along with her sister to pay a father's debts.

Vrasha turned to the brunette ****. The one who was being punished.

"Tell me what your name was before you lost it."

"I do not know of I can, mistress." She said. "We are not meant to speak of the past. From the moment a **** signs away her name, she is never supposed to utter it again."

"Perhaps that is the case," Vrasha said. "But I am also your mistress, am I not? You should obey me in all things."

"That is true..."

"Then tell me what your name was."

"I was called Samantha, mistress."

"I see. And you said that you became a **** to pay for a debt? Tel me more about how it happened."

"Yes, mistress. Well, you see, my family are not a rich family. We live on the outskirts of the city and ran a small store. We could not afford to hire extra staff nor **** helpers so it was only us who were keeping it alive. Nevertheless, we worked hard and people seemed to like us. Our family was just myself, my younger sister and my father. But my father was a drinker, and any money we made was quickly lost. One day, a group of men came to my sister and I and told us that our father had been arrested for ****. I was not surprised, because he was a hard man. He'd been jailed but more than this, we were expected to pay fines to cover the damage he did to his attacker."

"And you had no money."

"That's right," Samantha said. "We only had the store, and if we sold it we would surely starve. They gave us seven days to come up with the money and my sister and I were at a total loss. We thought for sure we would be doomed. Then we were approached by a man who had been a customer of ours before. He was a noble, though only a lowly one. We had known him for some years, and ever since we had both became woman rather than girls, it was obvious that he had been taken with us. He sat the two of us down and told us that he could help us. Give us a way out."

"But you had to become his slaves," Vrasha frowned. "You don't see how that's bad at all? To be **** into that situation?"

"He said it was our natural place," Samantha went on. "You see in Gelmina, slaves can't hold property or money. But it can be held for us. The noble offered to hold our shop for us if we sold ourselves to him as slaves, The money he offered was good too. Once we finished our time, we could live off it for the rest of our lives."

"And you believed him?"

"He has to stick to his word! It's the law," Samantha looked unhappy. "The **** contract goes both ways and the palace takes it very seriously. My sister and I talked long into the night. We had a few other options, but none of them were as good. S-so the next day, we went to his home and told him that we were ready to sign the contract."

"How did he treat you as slaves?"

"Well at first we had to sign away our names. And then he had us strip one another down. Slaves aren't allowed to wear clothes. He sat on this big chair in his room and made the two of us take one another's clothes off. It was obvious that he was really into it..."

"And were you?"

"I mean..." Samantha flushed and looked towards the ground. "I had never had sex up until that point. I had always looked forward to it and wondered what it would be like. As soon as the collar closed around my throat, I realised that I was going to be doing it a lot from then on out. Once the two of us were naked, he had us sit on the floor and tell him out fantasies. Everything that we'd ever imagined at night or got off to. It was really awkward and humiliating to be saying those sort of things in front of one another.... we were sisters after all... but I think that was part of the point."

Samantha was flushing brightly red now, as if the recalled memories of her time as a new **** were still fresh to her.

"After that, we were put back to work at the shop we used to own but as slaves. That meant that we weren't allowed to wear clothes and also that if anyone bought above a certain amount of things we were supposed to reward them. You know, um, sexually. We would let them touch our breasts or let them stroke our pussies. I-if they bought a lot, they were allowed to do anything they wanted to us. Sometimes, people would come in and buy things just for that. At one point some noble came in and bought us totally out of stock just so that the two of us had to put on a lesbian show for him there and then, in front of all the people we'd known since we were little girls."

"How did you feel about that?"

"It was humiliating and degrading," Samantha admitted, looking up at Vrasha again. "The worst part wasn't the looks or the sex or anything like that. The shop made ten times more than it had ever made under us! All because we were the product now. People came in and bought things they didn't need just to get us to touch one another or pleasure them."

"How did you end up at the palace then?"

"One day, we were told that our master's finances weren't doing very well. I don't know how with all the money the shop made. But he was going to sell one of us to the palace. The other one would remain with him to be his personal **** and he had planned a contest to decide which one of us it would be."

"What sort of contest?" Vrasha asked.

"We were taken out to one of the public squares were the slaves were punished and tied to wooden stakes. Our master had bought two magic gems, which he put inside of us once we were secured. You know, between our lower lips. He wedged them into us. I remember it felt cold at first. He told us our first task was to hold it inside for longer than the other. But there was a catch to it too. The gems had a weak elemental charge to them, and would cycle between hot and cold. When they were hot, they were really warm - not warm enough to burn but warm enough to be uncomfortable. It felt really hard to hold them in, and made you really aware of your pussy. When they were cold, it was like a punishment. You could feel the tears in the corners of your eyes!

"And the final part that he didn't tell us right away was that anyone else could come up and do whatever they wanted with us while we were tied there. He sat and watched while strangers came up and fingered us, they stroked our chests. Made us moan. We got on our knees and gave blowjobs. I remember one man took me from behind. Pounding away at me and with every motion my breasts were swaying and I was focusing so hard on not letting that thing out from between my legs.

"After that, I don't quite remember much else but I must have lost in the end because I was sold to the palace and ended up here."

"I see." Vrasha said. "And you still don't feel like you were tricked, mislead or deceived into your current position? Not even after everything that has happened?"

"Everything was legal, mistress."

"That's not what I asked."

Samantha shook her head.

"It's my fault for accepting the contract. No one else is to blame. I took the chains willingly even if it didn't work out the way I wanted. Our original contracts are still valid, so when my time here is done, I'll have the money and the shop back. I just have to last until then."