A former Noble’s Daughter

You are escorted to the **** markets by Patricio and he stops outside of a low grey building.

“This is where we keep the slaves that aren’t ready for sale, not even close to accepting their new station.” Says the man as he turns to another man near the door way to the building. “Take this lovely young woman and show her to the newest addition to my stock, I want a full report on her techniques by the end of the day and how much progress she has made” Patricio turns and gives you a nod and a hint of that smile he had before as he turns and leaves.

“Right this way ma’am” says the man who looked to be mid-thirties with light greying along the sides of his dark hair. You enter the building behind the man with Assad just behind you, holding your cloak. You aren’t sure why he has chosen to follow you around but you enjoy the familiar company in such an unfamiliar land.

You travel into something of a dungeon with cells lining the walls and occasionally occupied by some man or woman who bang on the iron bars of their cells in an attempt to have you free them. You remember your own time being among their number and tied to a post while some stranger measured every detail of your body. You almost wish you could be back at that post, being measured in depth but you remind yourself that you have moved on and your master has given you much more than idle entertainment.

“This is the cell and the woman in question” said the man as he unlocked a cell at the very far end of the dungeon and revealing a sleeping woman about your age. You also note that there are no other occupants for several cells down and most of their noise is lessened here.

“Is she important? Does it matter if I break her?” you ask, eyeing up the woman who is sitting at the back of her cell with her wrists chained to the wall.

“We brought her in last night, she was sold to us by a nobleman who suspected her of adultery, not that the act is a crime in Caelonia or even considered taboo but a **** is a **** and a noble’s daughter is a very rare **** indeed, try and make her noble and graceful in her servitude and definitely don’t do permanent damage or leave scars” You walk into the room and look the woman over properly; She is wearing a light green dress that is unadorned yet still manages to look expensive, her lightly angular and girlish face is framed by raven hair that loosely falls around her chest and mid back. You brush her hair from her face and behind her ears as she slowly wakes to your touch.

“Wh-who are you? Where am I? What, where are my parents?” she fired off her questions quickly until she remembered where she was and that she was chained to the wall behind her. “Are you a ****? Did they tell you to make sure I was well looked after?” you smile at her warmly, you can sympathise with her after all.

“I’m afraid not, I’m here to help you get acclimatised to your new station” you keep yourself close enough so that only she can hear your quiet words and so you can keep your voice soft and welcoming.

“I. . . I’m not a ****!” you almost break character at the mention of words almost exactly like your own four years ago. You also remember that she was sold by her parents but at least it was for a more sinister purpose than yours was, you can use that.

“Than what do you want to be? Your father went a little overboard in the disowning you when he sold you to slavers” you say, keeping yourself and your voice calm.

“Please, I’m not that stupid, my father wouldn’t have sold his own daughter, he loved me!” you give a sigh as if saying that this was going to take a while.

“Your father thinks you were having an adulterous affair, in fact he was so convinced that you were here before ever anyone got the chance to mention it to you” you see the girl’s eyes widen in shock at your statement.

“b-b-b-but, no . . . that . . . no, father would . . .” the girl slumps in her restraints as comes to the conclusion that what you are saying is true. “You must see my family was set up! If my father believed I was so impure that he had to sell me off as a ****, than someone has spread slander! The scandal of having an adulterous daughter is shameful enough but having to sell her off as a ****? It would destroy my family! You must help me clear my name!” you close your eyes and turn your head away while the tirade goes on, pretending to be uninterested. “You don’t . . . you don’t even care do you?” you give the poor girl an apologetic smile.

“I’m afraid that, whatever the circumstance, you are here now and soon to be someone’s property” you brush a tear that falls from the girl’s eye before you lean closer to ensure no one is listening in. “I didn’t just get used to it, I learned to enjoy it . . . my parents sold me too” the girl looks at you in shock and then shakes her head.

“I am not a ****! I will have my freedom, and my vengeance!” the girl looks at you but without the fire you would have expected someone proclaiming those statements to possess. She wasn’t sure if what she was saying is true or not.

“I think you just need to relax a little” you say to the girl as you feel a tingling sensation flow through you and you can feel as though your eyes were producing serene calmness. “Just relax, and look into my eyes” move your head so that there is little else for the girl to look at and you see it already taking effect as her features start to calm. Suddenly the girl wrenches her head away and screws her eyes shut

“What have you done to me?” she gasps as she blinks rapidly to try and clear her head.

“I’m just helping you relax, that isn’t so bad is it? A little relaxation is just what you need right now isn’t it” you say and slowly, the girl starts lifting her head to your own which is now so close to hers that you can feel her breath. You are on your knees with your hands in-between her own legs so that all she can see is you directly in front of her. “Just a little bit of a break won’t hurt, trust me” you whisper that last part and it has the desired effect as a shiver runs down the girl’s spine and her eyes lift up and gaze directly into yours. You smile warmly as you watch the girl fully give in and relax as her eyes droop half closed. You motion for her restraints to be released and the man complies, letting the girl’s arms fall into her lap.

“Are you relaxed?” you say after a bit, the girl nods. “Good, don’t you think it’s getting a little warm in here? Wouldn’t you feel more at ease if you weren’t wearing clothes?” you use some typical suggestion on her and you receive an immediate response

“But a lady shouldn’t undress in company” the girl sighs.

“That is what lesser people say, a lady should be allowed to do whatever she wants and you want to relax properly” you whisper to the girl and this time she nods and gets to her feet. You watch as she takes off her simple dress and her plain undergarments, revealing a C cup breast size that had been tightly held in under her corset but were now hanging free. The girl sighs loudly as she rubs her breasts to get them back to shape and you hear a sharp intake of breath behind you as one of the men got a kick out of this sudden display. “Don’t you feel so much better now? And doesn’t it feel kind of arousing to do it in front of other people?”

“Yessss, I feel so much better now and I feel so sexy to have people watch me” she says, you brush your consciousness across hers to determine exactly how much control you have on her and realise that it isn’t very much, she just isn’t resisting you.

“The notion of having people look at you while naked turns you on, so why don’t you give them a show and message your breasts” you say and again the girl nods and immediately moves her hands to her breasts where she begins to grope herself, much to your pleasure. You had learned during your time with your master, that you were just as into women as you were with men and so you delighted to see this little show being held at your behest. “What is your name?” you ask while she messages her breasts, occasionally even pinching her nipples.

“I am Pippin Lilly Tanderlin” Pippin says before gasping at one of her own nipple twists

“How old are you Pippin? And why don’t you tease yourself down there as well?” you watch as one of Pippin’s hands roams down her lithe body to start trailing a finger around her moistening snatch, teasing the folds of her labia.

“My eighteenth birthday was yesterday, I was to marry some lord tomorrow at his estate” you aren’t surprised at the extra information since you know you are only exerting a small amount of control on the girl but you are more keen on the fact that Pippin is only a few months younger than you, six to be exact.

“Have you ever had sex before? Or even put anything in down there?” the girl shakes her head, you know for a fact she has done this before but it seems insertion was where she drew the line

“You want to feel your own finger inside of you, don’t you?” you calmly suggest as a brief flicker of doubt crosses her face but then you notice that one of her fingers is pressing itself against her wetness and slowly going in. “You like the small pain, it feels like you are crossing a barrier that others set for you doesn’t it?” you say and the girl nods again as her finger goes in to the joint and then the knuckle all in tune with Pippin’s sigh. “wiggle it around a bit and then take it out” Pippen complies and she takes a sharp breath as the sensation kicks in before drawing her finger out to reveal a glistening digit, coated in her own arousal. “You want to see what you taste like” this time there was no hesitation, Pippin puts her finger to her mouth and licks it slowly, swapping her juices out to saliva. “Now see what two fingers feels like inside of you” you command and Pippin complies without hesitation, placing the second digit parallel to her first as she presses them inside of her. This time you see a wince cross her face as she stretches herself but she is knuckles deep without even stopping once. “Wiggle them around for a bit and then move them in and out of you until you cum” you command, you weren’t giving suggestions anymore and the girl was obeying your orders nicely. “You like being ordered about don’t you? It turns you on doesn’t it? It makes you feel so good to obey” you say into her ear as she moans to the beat of her fingers inside of her, you know she won’t last long “When you cum I want you to know exactly that you stripped, and fingered yourself, because you were ordered to, like a good ****” Pippin Orgasms with a long and loud moan almost as soon as you said ‘****’ and breaks your spell on her. “How did that feel?” you ask.

“I . . . that umm . . . I enjoyed it” Pippin says with resignation in her eyes

“Call me master, and all who address you other than the other slaves” you command and she looks away from you

“Y-yes master . . .” you grin and get up, dusting off your knees and looking back at the two fully erect men, waiting outside of Pippin’s cell.

“Shame the boss ordered nobody to touch her . . . but I have plenty of more capable slaves to cater to that need, I shall be giving a very favourable report to the boss . . . I don’t even know how you did it, it’s like you put a spell on her” you grin at how close he got to the truth.

“That was . . . a unique experience indeed” says the sea captain and you remind yourself that he isn’t twenty one like his looks tell you.

“Perhaps we could talk about my techniques back at my house?” you tell Assad with a smirk and he instantly sees what you are offering though you suspect he would be more self controlled than that

“Perhaps we could ‘talk’” he says, putting emphasis on ‘talk’”

You and Assad prepare to leave the **** markets when the man you were with earlier catches up with you.

“Hey, come on back tomorrow at your convenience, the guards already know your face so you should be able to get into the trade post without being accosted, the boss wants another meeting . . . you should be lucky to have the boss actually want to talk to you personally and not go through his people . . . like me.” With that, the man trudges off, leaving you and Assad to return to your house.