The Redhead, Born to be a

Vrasha looked to the smallest of the slaves, who also seemed to be the youngest. The red-haired woman was sitting with her legs spread, her eyes were locked on the ground but Vrasha could see the hint of a blush on her face as well as a wetness between her thighs. Unlike the brunette, the redhead was not being punished in any way yet she seemed to be the most aroused and the most aware of her arousal as well.

This could be promising.

"You," Vrasha said, gesturing towards her. "What was your name back when you had one?"

The red-haired woman looked up at her. Her face was pale and freckled, her eyes a deep shade of green. "I was called Lyra, mistress."

"Lyra." Vrasha said. "That's an unusual name for these parts. Has your family been long in Gelmina?"

"Aye. For four generations."

"I see. And you said before that the youngest member of your family is always a ****. Explain."

"When we first came to the city, my ancestor was a ****," Lyra said. "Ever since then, it has been tradition that out of every generation one of us should take the chains. It may have started as a contract but now it's just something that is done. My family takes pride in the quality slaves that we produce. We're taught and trained from the moment of our birth to perfectly fill the role."

"And it's always the youngest?"

"Each generation has three daughters. The final daughter is always the one who is trained to be a ****. From the moment of her birth, she is treated differently than the others." Lyra said. "I was the third daughter this generation."

"And you never wanted to be anything else?"

"I would have wanted to be a cook if I could," Lyra admitted. "I always liked to make and prepare food. But I was chosen before I was even born."

"If you had asked not to be a ****, would your parents have allowed it?"

"Probably," Lyra said. "But that would have been very bad. It would have been going against tradition and I had so much training. It would have made a mockery of all of that."

"I see. What sort of training did you have?"

"Well," the redhead licked her lower lip nervously. "From the moment I was first able to walk, I was taught how to cook and clean and sweep. These are basic things that all slaves should know. I was taught to read and write so that I could work as an aid to an educated master. When I was older, I was taught to sing, to recite history, how to walk with grace and care like a noble lady. Or how to do the opposite and advertise my position for the world."

"Everyone knew you would be a ****? Even your friends?"

"Yes." Lyra looked down. "My sisters would tease me about it sometimes. Remind me that even though they would be free I would end up in chains. My friends also would sometimes mock me. As I grew older, the boys would suggest that they might one day buy me. At first, they merely joked about having me cook and clean for them. But as we both matured, it became more sexual. It was obvious that many of them fantasised about using me."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"It worried me a little, mistress but it also excited me." Lyra looked like she wanted to be anywhere else rather than admit that. "I touched myself at night sometimes thinking about what they would do if they did buy me. Maybe they would parade me naked through the streets, or have my pleasure them in front of all my old friends. I fantasised that they would put their money together, the whole group, and buy my contract. That I would spend the next ten years on my knees serving them in every way."

"Did you enjoy that thought?"

"Do you mean am I a sexual woman?"

"I suppose so."

"As a **** of Gelmina, it's my duty to be skilled in the sexual arts," Lyra said. "I know how to please a man or a woman. I know how to recognise what sort of actions I should take - whether I should submit or resist. I know how to move my body to entice, to give pleasure."

"And do you enjoy it?"

"My enjoyment is not part of the contract," Lyra said looking down again. "I just do as I am expected to do."

"I see." Vrasha said. "How did you gain this sexual experience?"

"I told you, I was taught. At the age of eighteen, two years before my contract was due to start, my two elder sisters bound my hands with rope, stripped me naked and made me walk through the centre of town. I remember how hot I felt. My face was flushed and I kept stuttering. People turned to look, even my own friends. I kept wanting to cover myself but whenever I tried I was punished. After that, I would be **** to do the same walk each day. They told me it was to get me used to moving around naked. To show me that I had no right to dignity.

"After some weeks of this, my training advanced. My sisters invited some of my old friends to help them teach me. First, I was made to kneel and pleasure the males with my mouth. Each time I did it, I would be punished if I did not improve over the last. I learned to use my tongue, my lips, and even sometimes my teeth. After that I did the same with the women. I was taught how to please them, how to eat them out. How to play with their nipples and breasts in a way that was suited to anyone. But that wasn't the end of it. From that day on, I was no longer allowed to wear clothes at all. My sisters started me on a set of exercises to train my muscles down there, so that I could better control the actions of my pussy. I was made to pleasure myself with various things. Toys, sticks, stone balls or shafts. So that I would know the different feelings.

"Whenever I was punished, the punishment was always sexual. I'd be made to masturbate until I couldn't cum any longer, or **** to pleasure a random person in the crowd. I learned all about erogenous zones, was taught how to move during sex to better please my partner.

"By the end of it, on the eve of my twentieth birthday, I was already more experienced as a **** than most who are finishing their term. As a reward for helping to train me, my sister gave my former friends use of me for twenty four hours. During that time, I was used and passed around. All my skills were put to the test as I pleasured each and every one of them and was pleasured in turn.

"After that, I was sold to the palace for a term of ten years. After that, my name will be restored to me but many in my family choose instead to continue to serve as a ****. It's all that I know, and all I was schooled on."