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Some Kind of Paradise (butterfly0408/gray)

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"Step right up! Slaves for sale or trade! The finest in this market or any other!" That is what the man was yelling among the crowded streets of the market. He stood on the back of a large cart that doubled as a bit of a makeshift stage.

All chained to the cart were the slaves he spoke of. Some on the stage with him, others down on the ground for the customers to take a closer look at. Those were the less valuable slaves. Ones that were weak or untrained, but ones that had been broken and broken hard.

Up on the cart behind the man were a few of the more valuable slaves, chained and bound to the cart as well, but out of the reach of the passerby. He didn't want the good merchandise damaged. Behind them were cages that held the unbroken slaves. Ones that still knew the taste of freedom and thought they had a chance to get it back.

And then, sitting near the man was one last slave. She was different from the rest. Her garments were made of a fine material and she wore a few small trinkets. Only her wrists were bound together, and she unlike the rest, was not chained to the cart. It was if the man knew that she would not try to escape like the rest. On top of all that, she was very beautiful and seemed almost refined.

"Slaves trained for all of your personal needs. I have slaves to tend your house, slaves to tend to your meals, slaves to tend to even your most... intimate of needs."
 
Roland had not really intend to be purchasing today. Walking along the crowded street in front of the slavers caravan, he ha d meant to simply pass by as usual, only browsing for something to catch his eye, and expecting, as usual, for this not to happen, as always.

However, today was different, walking by as his usual gait, a slightly taller man then most, with light brown hair let let down to his ears, Lord Roland Deschain stopped suddenly, eyes transfixed on the stage. His one blue eyes shining in the light of the high noon sun, (the trait of heterochromia, one eyes green, the other blue, being a legacy left from his late father) he found himself intensely interested in this days merchandise. That girl, the one bound only by her wrists, one look at her was enough to interest him, a second enough to win him over. His head immediately began telling him to rush forward and give out his bid.

Fortunately, his upbringing preceded him, and he was able to calm himself, compose his nature, as he strode confidently forward, looking the seller in the eyes, trying to catch his attention with a slightly raised arm. Roland was a fairly well known and respected noble in these part, and didn't think he would have a problem with the price, but he had a feeling he might need to use his influence to part the man with this one. She seemed.. Special, after all.

"Hile! Might you be interested in acquainting your lord with this one here?" He asked, motioning to the slave in the fine clothes.
 
Hile turned at the sound of his name being called. That her person knew him by name instantly interested him, even before seeing his face. A smile crossed his lips as Hile matched the call with rich noble Roland. The smile even grew wider as he saw that Roland was interested in Eden. The raven haired beauty with dazzling blue eyes. Eyes that had seen so much in her time on earth.

Hile bowed his head a moment to Roland as he approched and knelt down to have a more personal conversation with the man. "Lord Roland... that..." he pointed towards Eden, "Is my prized sale. Her name is Eden and rightly named. She is said to being paradise to her master's bed. Trained in the arts of sex as well as how to be a household servant as well. And while it is not as important... the slave can read and write as well, among other things. But that is all I dare say. The rest, I leave to you to discover for yourself. That is IF you buy her."

The whole while Hile spoke of Eden and her qualities, the beauty stayed as still as a beautiful statue. A idol of a goddess perhaps as she sad with her regal air.

"I warn thee Roland, I cannot let her go for cheap."
 
Listening carefully to Hiles speech, grateful, and not for the first time, of his practice of inquiring as to the names of merchants of note, Roland's gaze shifted back to Eden, assessing her, measuring her reaction. Finding she moved not a muscle during the explanation, at least, none so noticeable as to cause for any sort of worry, he turned his gaze back to Hile, nodding slowly. "Indeed? The it seems my curiosity was well warranted." He offered with a friendly grin, wondering how to go about this. Even though he knew the price would likely not be an issue, it was not in his character to let people take advantage of him. With this in mind he continued, replying to the mans latter statement. "Aye, and I'd consider thee a fool if you could. Still..."

Rooting about in his coin purse, Roland pretended to count what he had, as though he didn't know already. "Still, be reasonable why don't you? I do not mean to insult your trust by any means, yet all I have to go on is your words alone, as this is the first time I've partaken of your services myself." He began. "In any case, I'll not beat around the bush, how much do you want? Give me an honest answer Hile, I'll not take kindly to trickery." Though he spoke sternly, he kept a warm smile upon his face, one that had been bred into him by his upbringing.

Turning his gaze back to Eden, he considered her once again. Truly, if it weren't for the confines upon her wrists, he might suspect her to be quite a deal higher on the social rank then she apparently was. It was rash, and not like him at all, but Roland was genuinely interested in her. He needed to find out more about her, and if Hile spoke true, that would be an enjoyable experience as well.
 
If Eden had any ideas about what was happening before her, about her. She was certainly an obedient slave for all the others around her seemed to have a spirit to them, something in the eyes and their body language. That left the question suddenly floating in the air. Did Eden have spirit left? Was it just obedience or had she been broken and lost it?

Greedy Hale's mouth was almost watering as he watched Roland count his coin. Money made his world go around and he knew that Eden would bring him enough to spin for awhile. There had been men in the past that expressed interest in Eden, but none with the coin he knew he could get for her. He was waiting for this moment and was going to take it for all it was worth. "I ask 3000 for her..." which was almost 6 times the price one of the slaves tied to the back end of the cart.

At the naming of the price, a reaction finally came from Eden. It was slight, and almost could have been missed, but she seemed to be surprised. That was 1000 more then the last few times he had someone ask a price for her. For the first time, she acknowledged the man attempting to buy her. Her eyes rose to look at him, assess him, but whatever she thought of him, she did not let him know. Her face seemed curious, nothing more.

"What say you Lord Roland?" Hale beamed and smiled, "Do we have a deal?"
 
It was mere chance that Roland saw the subtle shift in Eden. However, once he had noticed it, he found it rather intriguing, as if a sign that there was something there, and that she had not merely been broken down into nothing. Bolstered by this, it took him a moment to realize that he had delayed responding to Hile, and shifted his to the man, chewing his lip. "3000 eh? I'm surprised by your boldness Hile, a lesser man might have fainted upon hearing such a price." Offering a wry grin, he finished the sentence in his head. Not wanting him to know that he had a feeling 3000 would be a bargain if it meant getting this one. However, it was not in his character to simply let people like this underestimate him. And thus he gave a simple shrug.

"Well, in any case, I dare say I couldn't pay more then 2100, seeing as how thats all I brought with me, thinking it would be well enough to by my whims content." Smiling lightly as he spoke, Roland turned his gaze back to Eden, and once again shrugged. In truth he did in fact have the money that had been asked, so he wasn't to worried, but believed the man cold be shaken down at least a fairly good sum. "Also, I doubt you've ever charged more then that for her, so I take it my offer is actually quite acceptable to you." He added, coming to this realization as he considered Eden's reaction more carefully.

Setting back on his heels, he had a disinterested air about him, as though he were growing bored with the exchange. Nothing could be further from the truth, but it was a skill that had been ground into him, one he valued very much in times such as these.
 
((Her name is Eden))

Hile licked his lips. Just the sound of that price was tasty to the merchant. It was more then he even wanted in the first place. Could he get him to go higher still? "2300, my only other offer. Take it," he pointed to Eden who lowered her eyes quickly, "or leave her behind."
Eden had been watching the two men haggle intently now. It was her future that they spoke of now. And she had no say. If she did though, she would say she hopped that this buyer took the offer. Something about him intrigued her, just as she intrigued him. For the first time in a long time, she found herself wanting to explore her own curiosity.

"What say you Sir Roland? It is a fair offer. And I'm sure if you will not take it I can find someone that will." What was a lie of course. If Roland didn't take the bait, Hile knew he'd be holding onto the slave for a while longer still. No matter. If she stays... he will get some more time to sample her worth. She really was worth the price. He may just pay it.
 
((Oh dear, thats embarrassing. Sorry, fixed it, don't know why that got into my head))

The reaction told Roland two things, and he gave himself a light kick when he realized it. Though the price honestly was not a problem, he apparently had not guessed low enough, and, taking another gaze at Eden, realized his increasing interest in her might have had something to do with that. It was almost enough to make him consider taking the revised offer, as a way of punishing himself for his rashness, but that was silly, when he thought about it, and he marked the memory away for future use, no use making a mistake it you couldn't learn from it. In any case, Roland pretended to consider the offer, and with a click of his tongue, shook his head. "I might be worried that your right, about finding another buyer.. however, I fear, for your sake, the environment gives you away." Motioning with his head, he indicated those milling about examining the slaves.

While they were not a poor bunch, there was an acute lack of those who looked as though they possessed the finances to drop such a large sum for a single slave. Especially when they looked perfectly happy with their staring at the others on display. Cheaper in more ways then one, the thought struck Roland. Shrugging, he turned back to Hile. "Still, I don't do business with you often, and I'm in a good mood, so I'll grant you your 2300, one additional condition." Smiling lightly, he thought he might get an extra benefit from this.

"I know your no minor player in the slave trades Hile, you've earned quite the reputation. I'd appreciate it if you'd be so kind as to throw your weight behind the house Deschain in the upcoming commune. Do me this favor, and I'll make sure to steer the business of my house-ship in your direction." Smiling once again, he struck out his hand, one to shake a deal, and the other with a fistful of coins of varying sizes. It was actually a bit over 2300, but if it meant the man would keep good on the offer, it was a tip worth the making.
 
Hile had already made his choice, the moment Roland agreed to the price. He cared not for the other conditions. Whatever. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. But he wanted to make the man sweat just a little bit more. And so Hile adopted a look of thinking upon his face. He looked to Eden, now full at attention to the events happening nearby, then to Roland. Finally to the coins. A pause. "Sold!" He said as he quickly snatched the coins with one hand and shook a firm hand shake with the other. "Get her off the cart!" He yelled to his man as he pointed to Eden.

The slave was already on her feet, but helped the rest of the way by a guard tugging her arm. He pulled her to the edge of the cart where Roland stood, lifting her and passing her down to another one of Hile's men on the ground who placed her right in front of Roland so quickly, her head was spinning. She swayed slightly to regain her balance. "Enjoy her Lord Roland. May your find your bed warm with her presence."
 
Indeed Roland did worry for a moment, looking for any sign as to what the man was thinking. Once he spoke however, his mind was put at ease, if he was right, Hile was indifferent about the matter of his house. From his experience, Roland found that those of indifference typically were quite easy to persuade to your cause. And also, since he never intended to do personnel business with the man again, he didn't worry about letting him think he could take advantage of the rich noble in the future. But those thoughts would have to wait, for he suddenly found Eden in front of him, seeming a bit disoriented. Smiling, the man was a little unsure of how to proceed, as he had never been in possession of a slave before. Servants yes, but this was.. Different. In any case, he composed himself quickly enough, and put a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Good evening Eden, I do believe that is your name, correct?"

Hoping to get off to a good enough start, he gave a light grin, leading them away from the trading grounds and making their way back to his estate. "I must confess, though I've never owned a slave before myself, you seem somehow... different from the image I typically hold." He spoke curiously, for now that they were in close proximity, he could see more cleerly just how refined and well to do she really did look up close.
 
"My name is what you wish it to be master," Eden said as she bowed her head to him in respect. Or submission. Or both perhaps. "If you wish my name to be Eden, then it shall stay that way." As they walked along, she was very quiet and while they seemed to be walking side by side, Eden was ever so subtly walking one step behind her master at all times.

She only spoke when he spoke of how he had never owned a slave before. "I will try my best, master, to be a good slave to you. What Hile spoke was true. I have learned over the years I have been a slave... how to clean, to cook, and above all, all the ways I can please you in your bed." She did not go into any more detail then that thought her words left more questions in the air. How many years HAD she been a slave? How did she learn her skills? And she still did not tell how a slave could be so refined like she seemed to be.
 
Listening to her speech, her words raised more questions then they answered, something the often happened when meeting new folks, Roland reasoned. Thinking it over for a moment, he shrugged. "Very well then, Eden it shall be, it seems to suite you well enough." After a time, he noticed that she really was quite the remarkable one. Walking almost side by side, it almost seemed as though they could be equals, walking as they were, both calm in their roles. However, there was something he couldn't place his finger on, it bothered him a little, trying to figure out what exactly it was, but he decided to put the matter at bed for now, considering how to respond to her next words.

"I see." Pausing in his speech, he cast a look in her direction, a question coming to mind. "How old are you then? You seem fairly young for one who is so experienced, and so at peace with it, as well." It was true, even if he had never had a slave before, she did seem different from the others, more calm and natural in her role, more sure of herself, as if she were not being forced into her position, but rather.. just treating it as everything else expected in the world. Roland wondered about these things, but did not ask about them just yet.
 
"I will be 20 in three days time," she said. "I hope that does not bother you," she added only a few seconds later. She knew that some men liked them young. Her second master had like her young at the time he had owned her. At the time he had trained her to be the obedient slave she had grown into. Know already what his next question would more that likely be, she added the answer, "I have been a slave since I was 7 years old." Once again, she did not go into great detail over the fact she had been a slave for more that half her life. Didn't detail how she could remember a time when she was not a slave for those memories were long dead to her. Beaten out of her by that unforgettable second master. That lead her to think of the next question he would have, and again, she answered before he could ask, "You are my 7th master..."
 
Nodding as she spoke, he considered the meaning of what she had told him, 13 years of being a slave.. that seemed a long time to him, though he was only 24 himself, still young enough for some of the other nobles to poke a demeaning finger at should they please. "I should think not, your not really that much younger then I." Pausing here to let her finish her words, he was silent for a while before deciding to give her the answer to a question she might have herself, though she seemed the type to not ask it herself. "24." After another pause, he looked to her once again, thinking of what to say.

"Seven masters in 13 years.. hmm, I suppose most of them didn't keep you for that long, did they?" He mused, wondering if that implied anything, though on further thought, it made sense. Most men he knew he kept slaves didn't keep the same ones for long, liking to freshen their company. Catching sight of the street up ahead, his tone changed to a lighter note as he smiled. "Ah, here we are, my manor is just up this way." Turning with her down a narrow road, they walked up the slope to the gate, passing through an arch with the words, 'Deschain Manor" decorating the silver plague. Up the narrow stone stairway that twisted up to the front door, he explained the place a bit as he went. "It's actually been fairly empty lately, the rest of my family is off one political assembly in the neighboring country, and from what I have herd told, they intend to stay. Luckily for myself, this means I seem to have inherited the family estate sooner then most." Pausing at the door, he swept a key out of his pocket, opening the door and stepping inside without a moment's hesitation. "In any case, welcome to you new home." With a light smile he swept his arm about, a sort of welcoming gesture. It was a fairly large place, most of it's size in height rather then spread out space, four stories all told, with the study above that.
 
She had never really thought about the life she had lead as a slave these 13 years. Technically, it was more like 6 masters in 13 years since Roland was the 7th, but never mind that. What was the longest a master had ever kept her? She knew the shortest. 17 hours. And it was not that long ago either. Only a few months. Another man that paid a price like Roland had, but expected perfection. One look at she scar covered back when he was doing her in the ass... he finished and returned her, demanding his money back. Said he couldn't be face with such a hideous sight when he was fucking his slave in the ass. She wondered it Roland would feel the same way the first time he caught a glimpse of the horrible burden she bore on her back.

As they approached and entered the house, Eden had to admit, it was nice. She had not been in a better home yet and of course had been in far worse as well, but a place this nice... close once but never like this. In the end though, it really did not matter. A home was a roof over your head and walls that hide the things you would not do in public. "What do you wish of me first master?" She asked, bowing her head once again.

((I kind of want a jealous girl in the story. I had it as another slave originally, but since Eden is his first slave, can I make her a servant in his house? Perhaps one that thinks more highly of herself then she should. Thinks that a kind work and a smile from the lord means more then just a kind gesture.))
 
(Indeed, that would make the story more interesting. I think a servant girl would work well, believes herself to be so very important and such. Would you like to play that role, or shall I? Or is it simply a joint custody idea?)

Looking around the house, once again thinking that he really did need to find a reason for all these rooms that were simply going to waste, he shook his head and led her slowly around, reaching the staircase that ran up the middle of the entry room and taking the steps one slow incline at a time. Upon hearing her question, Roland was struck with a sort of hapless indecision. Servants he was used to, and handled well enough, but right now, he was at a loss. Hile had said something about cooking as well hadn't he? Well that would be alright, except their was already a fairly decent cook at work in the kitchens. And a few other servants to tend to the other tasks. Still, the idea of simply buying the girl up and heading straight for his chambers seemed rather disconcerting to the young lord.

"Well.." He had been about to ask what her past masters usually did with her, except that question seemed rhetorical upon a moments consideration, so he shifted the remark as to something a bit better then that. "Perhaps.. I should assign you a room, there are quite a number of empty ones after all. Or give a short tour." For some reason, though he had said these words before, to others servants or guests that had come to the manor, this time he was a little different, a little thrown off by this most unusual of slaves.
 
Eden suddenly cocked her head slightly to the side as if she was curious or confused, "A room? Will not not share the same space as the others slaves?" The look on Eden's face was what some might think to be precious. Others might think it sad. But she had the look of a curious child upon her face, trying to grasp something so new and beyond all she knew that she looked almost, afraid somewhere deep in her eyes. "I don't... understand..."
 
Quite caught off guard by her confusion, Roland turned to face her, head tilted lightly to the side. Upon seeing the look on her face, he turned his own away, finding that if he didn't do so then, he would most surely end up staring. Finally, he wrapped his mind around her remark, and he shrugged, explaining it as though it were not unusual in the slightest.

"I should think that not very necessary. Seeing as how I'm the only one here, save for the guests that frequent the place, having a great number of servants, or more then necessary, seems a tad foolish to me. Thus, there is plenty of room." With a nod, and a gesture of his hands he went on, realizing she had some point. "True enough though, at times, when I'm entertaining a large number of guests, it may be required for you and others to share space, but overall, it shouldn't be too big of a problem." Smiling as he finished, they ended up on the second floor. The house was built so that the first two two stories shared the same roof, a large balcony running along three of the four walls of the main room, with rooms built along those walls. The smaller rooms, set in a row on the east wall, were where many of the servants set up their residence, as well as a few on the west wall. This was the side they ended on, and with a small smile, Roland opened the door to the room furthest down the balcony hall. "This one should do nicely I think." He mused with a shrug.
 
As the door opened and she followed him inside, she was a little in shock. The room that was to her's was actually nicer than some of her previous master's own bedrooms. It suddenly made her feel almost... uncomfortable...

"Master, I," she started looking around the space in wonder, "I couldn't possibly take this room to stay in. Would you not be more comfortable with me sleeping on your floor?" The way she seemed to think that sleeping on the floor was more comfortable to her then sleeping in a bed of her own spoke volumes as to the kinds of master she had previously had.

But then her face changed, as if she suddenly have a realization. "Oh! You mean to use me in this room, don't you?" She nodded as if in an understanding, "I see now. I accept it. If this is the room you feel comfortable come to me in, then I accept."
 
The fact that this was the first thing that seemed to unnerve her was a tad amusing to Roland, and he smiled lightly as she spoke. Though he said nothing about the idea of her sleeping in his chambers, the idea actually quite appealed to him, though he refused to think of it for now. For now it was a seed of an idea, likely to grow in the future. Then as she spoke further, he opened his mouth, ready to clarify, but suddenly, a thought dawned on him, and he was stricken silent for a moment.

What was he doing? True, it was simply what had come naturally to him, but why was he going to such lengths for a simple slave? Was it not tradition to use her as she said? Was that not the way it had always been? For some reason, her manner had compelled him to treat her differently, and it confused him now. "Truthfully... I had honestly intended to let you have the room as your own while you stay here, but upon thinking it over, your right, I suppose that is another benefit to it." Choosing his words carefully now, he examined her once again, and wondered not for the first time whether he should partake of her skills. It had been a long day, and he was quite tired. The sun was going down as it was.

"Perhaps I will have need for you tonight after all." He mused with a small smile, and looked at the ceiling. "I should like to retire to my study, some company would indeed be grand at this time." Hoping she got the hint as he slowly left the room, walking out to the stairs that led to his private chambers upstairs.
 
Eden smiled at her. Finally something she was comfortable with. Of all her skills, THAT was the one thing she was best trained for. At least if she as reading him correctly. She was sure she was for me seemed to have a certain hint in their voice and their eyes when they spoke of sex. She had come to know it well by now and Roland seemed to have that air about him at this time.

As for Eden's eyes, they almost seemed to gleam and dazzle in the light as she followed him. "I hope I can be of service to you master. That I will be company you can enjoy and keep often master."
 
Giving a light smile as she seemed to perk up, Roland nodded, a little bemused by the attitude she displayed. It seemed to him as though she took great pride in her position, and she most definitely seemed eager enough for it. Letting her follow him up the stiars, they came to his private room, a cozy sort of place with a large four poster bed and a fireplace, the embers of a past fire warming the place, rugs and drapes hung about in excess. Giving his hand a sort of sweep as if to indicate the area, he sat down upon a large plush chair, relaxing and letting out a soft sign.

Finally returning his attention to Eden, he tilted his head, wondering how to go about such things as this. "Indeed, I hope so as well." He admitted with a small shrug, smiling lightly as he did. Leaning back in the chair, he bit his lip, not certain of what to say next.
 
Eden took a light walk around the room, examining her surroundings, getting comfortable and familar with it all. This was her new place of... employment... after all. Eventually, she came to a stop, standing right before him and just, standing there. She made no moves to start anything. She was waiting for his command.

When he did not make a move or an order for what he wished for her to do, Eden urge him along, "What do you wish me to do for you master?"
 
Watching her look around, he said nothing as she stood there, knowing that he should but not quite able to bring himself to think of anything truly fitting. Relieved as she decided to speak first, he considered the question. It was not as if he were a novice in this area, or ill practiced, it was simply that he had never gone about this with a slave before. To have one so willing, not needing to charm or to do any of the other things that were usually requited, and after so short a time knowing her, it was a little unsettling, though eh could not tell whether or not that was a good thing. At length, he spoke, a small smile spreading over his face as he did. Honesty, he thought, might as well be his choice in this case, it was not as if it could do any harm, wasn't as if she were to go about divulging everything about him.

"To tell the truth, it has been some time for myself since I've had time enough for this sort of thing. True enough though, that I'd like to see how accurate Hile's assessment of your skills was." Pausing for a moment, he shrugged once again. "For now, show me what you think I'd like for you to do, from there.. I believe we can both come up with some.. interesting things to do."
 
A slight smirk graced Eden's ruby lips as she nodded slowly, a slip of her night black hair falling over her face. Raising a hand she gently tucked it back behind her ear, "Very well, you wish is my command my master."

Eden decided that the first thing her master might like would be to assess her body. After all, he needed to see that he made a good investment, did he not. She would only show him her front for now. While her long hair covered the scars on her back, she did not want to risk him seeing them just yet. Something about this Master Roland intrigued her. She wanted to spend a night with this man. It was something she had not felt for a master in a very long time, but she wanted it now. Just this once, SHE wanted HIM.

Her hands reached for the front of her gown where it was laced up closed. Eden's nimble fingers made fast work of it and soon the garment was slipping from her. The seductress in her that made quick work of the last made sure the falling of the dress was slow and sensual. She was trying to rouse him after all. First it slipped down her shoulders. Holding the bodice to her with one had, she slipped her free arm from the sleeve. Switching hands for her now bare arm held up the dress, she removed the other arm until now the only thing holding her dress up was her hand.

She bit her lip a moment as she raised her eyes to look right into his. And then, she let go. The dress fell to the floor in one swift movement, revealing her provocative underclothing. Nothing but a corset, garters, and stockings... no form of panties what so ever. She stood before him, provocatively nibbling her lower lip a moment, watching for his reaction to her body.
 
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