A life of slavery

As the bandit group slowed down, Celica saw their apparent destination, a large manor where she guessed she would be sold into slavery. The entire journey she had told herself that she would escape, or that her friends would rescue her from this nightmare, but now it was becoming readily apparent to the princess of Valentia that it would not be happening. Could this really be the end of the journey, her fate? To be a **** to some stuffy noble?

Those questions would soon find answers as the leader walked in through the front gate, Celica being **** to follow him on a leash, wearing nothing but some scraps of clothing to protect what little decency she had left after spending such as the bandit's oral relief. Which the defeated princess had to admit wasn't much, the bitter taste of cum still fresh on her mouth, and her fancy clothes long sold away to the highest bidder by her captors. At any rate, now was the time she would see her buyer, the person who intended to own her. The thought alone brought back the embers of her resistance and rage.

Still, there was little she could do, bound, weak and without any of her tomes, beyond pretend to submit and think up an escape plan later on. Preparing herself to face anyone who might come out of the manor's door, more than likely some rich and corrupt noble tat would try to use her body the first chance he got. Maybe then she could make her escape...the place did look lightly guarded, so it wouldn't be too hard. If only she had any idea of where she was so she could make her way back to her allies then it would all be perfect...

Still, no amount of preparation could have stopped the redheaded princess from being utterly shocked when she saw the door open and her new 'owner' step out.