He'd Pay a King's Ransom (haunteddreamer x Firekitten)

[Firekitten]

Lucilius was a hard man, a cruel slaver who took pleasure in training people to love their lack of freedom. He had spent ten years, struggling to enslave women and men to take away their love of freedom, until he realized during one of his training sessions that resulted in a pregnancy, that his "pets" would love enslavement, if they had never tasted freedom. So he let his creatures breed. Now, twenty years since the birth of his first personally bred and trained pets, he continued his actions, keeping up his training. He sold a few male slaves for noblewomen, but most of the men went to hard labor, and the stronger ones became fighting slaves. Those ones lead short lives, as they usually died after their first fight. The females were trained for all things. The homelier woman joining their brothers to work, while others had different training.

Some of his girls were trained as just house maids, while others were sold to brothels, but his favourites were trained to please in all ways. That was where Alina was raised. She had wavy shoulder length dark brown hair that nearly looked black, and shining cornflower blue eyes. She was fifteen, and petite, she stood at 5'2, and was 102 lbs. Her breasts filled in at 34C, and she had a firm ass. She had been trained since age seven to cook, sew and clean, and at her thirteenth birthday she learned to dance. Her dance training got more sexual and exotic as she reached her fifteenth birthday, and that is when she started her sexual training. Alina spent eight hours a day training, so she could hopefully be sold by the age of sixteen.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

Coming into the auction area was something of a stunned moment for the older man, but it was not something that would ruffle him overmuch. He was merely a man who lived in a different world than all of these men and women, and while slaves surrounded him on a nearly daily basis going about their duties....he rarely gave them much thought. They were property and had as much important to him, perhaps even less, than the lands that he lived upon and the seat that he held. Those things had resonance, had power, for he was a Senator of the Republic, recently heir to the seat at the death of his father, and as such he had decided it was high time to live like one.

Perusing the potential candidates at Luciluis's behest was done with the air of a man seeking excellence in what he purchased. He was willing to spend enormous amounts in order to slake the thirsts and needs that he had, but he would want to ensure that the subject was exactly what he needed....and perhaps that was what threw him finally, what broke his composure just a tiny bit to release a sigh of want. He had not meant to do it, how could he mean to do so? Yet there she was, the one that he would crave, and he slowly came to a stop to watch her moving before finally pointing her out of the crowd.

Alina.

He heard the denial, heard the motions to point him towards others, but he stepped past the slaver's body to come towards her, seeing the crowd part as his robes swirled just slightly around him and he came before her, his voice dark and powerful, resonant, as only one trained to oratory could have.

"Priceless, Lucilius. Priceless. So name your price?"

 

[Firekitten]

Many other men, and a few women looked through the selections. Each girl and man sat behind a sheet of glass, organized into categories, dark skinned, pale, red hair, brown hair, blonde and black hair. Tall, short, skinny, chubby (not that many had this trait). The men were behind one door in groups of their traits and training, and the women behind another in a similar style. The women however had many more groups. Each small cage had a small biography, and price (though that was up for barter). They had numbers, not names as the names they held were not always permanent.

Below the ground there was a training area for the women, many rooms for different types of training. The girls that were of age came up to help with their elder siblings, to see the etiquette behind being sold. This is what Alina had been doing when she was spotted. She was wearing a thin silver collar over hr delicate neck, three anklets on each leg with white bells, and a knee length white gown, the bodice low to show light cleavage and the sleeves flowed out over her shoulders. Lucilius saw her being noticed and he stepped in. "Oh, Alina is only fifteen sir! If you must have her, come back next year and she may be fully train- no? Well how about Henna over here?" He gestured to a auburn haired beauty.

She was barely covered, by a short piece of white fabric that draped over her left shoulder to cover her breasts, twisted over her right hip and then draped and the edges sewn together over her upper left thigh. The fabric only falling long enough to barely cover her cunt. Henna also wore three anklets, two encrusted with diamonds and one covered with small silver bells. She had an equally diamond covered collar wrapped around her neck, and seven silver bangles over each wrist. Her auburn hair flowed down to her waist, a few strands flowing over her piercing dark blue eyes. When Lucilius noticed he had only glanced at Henna and looked back at Alina he sighed.

He then pointed at a blonde girl, Gia. She wore a pink outfit similar to Henna, with sapphires and gold covering her. That wasn't good enough so he showed him to a similar looking girl, who happened to be Alina's elder full sister. But she was taller, fuller, and less innocent looking. When he passed him, Lucilius sighed, and gave in. Alina looked shyly at the man who towered over her. She blushed wildly and looked to the slaver. Lucilius then spoke a price that was four times as expensive than any other girl there.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

To look at her was to find something inherent in the gods themselves, given form and function in this young woman. If he had thought he understood what beauty happened to be then he was wrong, this was beautiful, this was purely sculpted artistry in the form of a human being and to think it happened to be a young slave girl. He was taken away by her, enchanted, and his entire body thrummed with the power of connection and want her felt. He reached out to touch her chin, caressing before forcing her head up to look up into his features. A powerful man indeed, the bearing of aristocracy, and he seemed entirely unconcerned with the price. The highest price asked of a man who had ever entered this domicile and this one...did not even care one whit about it.

He should have haggled, surely he would have, but there was no wish. Perhaps it was the fact that he was buying that which could not be bought. Perhaps it was bragging rights to others that he had this, this alone, and only he. That was more than likely the truth of this man. He touched his tongue to his lips before speaking in that eloquent voice, the words cutting through the air once more as he breathed out.

"Alina."

That word seemed to shiver in the air as he spoke it, seemed to reach out and mark her completely. It was captivating that he could do that with one statement, one word, seeming to strike home as he gave a small smile down at her and leaned in to kiss her forehead, claiming her as his. The steward behind him gave a small sigh, knowing that the Master had chosen and reached out to pull Lucilius aside in order to arrange for the payments. There would be no quibbling, he would pay and pay entirely for this young creature. Slowly he let his hand touch her hair, tracing through it as he whispered.

"You are owned now, little one."

 

[Firekitten]

Lucilius saw the look on this man's face, and he smiled. This was a man who wanted her no matter the price. As the steward moved to discuss payment with him, Lucilius had a deep grin on his face. This foolish man paid more than any slave he had ever sold, and she was only partially trained. Sure, she had advanced training in cooking, cleaning and dance, but her sexual training had only begun four months ago, rather than the usual one to three years. He was a fool to pay this price for such an inexperienced girl.

Alina stared at him, amazed at the way he spoke her name. She was not expecting this. She was supposed to train for a while longer, but now she would be going to this man's home. Her virginity taken earlier than it was supposed to. She would belong to this man until he no longer wanted her. She would be his property for whatever he may want. She blushed nervously, looking down in respect. When he told her that she was owned now she nodded slowly, "Yes Master."

Lucilius took the steward into his office, and wrote up a contract, writing Alina's training. He wrote a waiver that she could not be returned because of her lack of training. He wrote up an area for her new owner to sign, and a place for Lucilius to sign. He discussed that the price must be paid that day, and once he paid she could be taken home with him. Once everything was written up, he returned with the papers. Along with the contract and waiver, he included her medical history, showing that she was healthy and has had all immunizations. He also included her pedigree, showing she came from a long line of bred slaves.

 

[Haunted Dreamer]

His eyes were stark pools of thoughtfulness as he waited for the paperwork to be done, never bothering to take his eyes of the young woman. She would understand that there was something significant here even if she did not grasp the full intensity of the moment. The man in question intended to do something with her, treat her as some kind of object perhaps? Trophy? Yes that was the truth of it and once the deed was done, the papers signed, the show of advance taken he caressed her face before leaning in and whispering quietly into her ear. His breath was warm, soft, the hands that of a bureaucrat...strong and capable even if soft, hands made for shuffling paperwork rather than the harm slaves believed would come to them. No this man might be cruel in other ways yes, but overly in the physical.

"Disrobe. What you have on belongs to Lucilius and I want none of it. I have purchased you, only you, and you are to follow me and leave these...things," he paused and touched one of her pieces of jewelry. "Behind you."

With that he turned and began to trail away, his steps slow and measured so that she knew he intended for her to keep up even as she discarded whatever she might have on. Other men would have stopped to look behind him, other men would have needed to see her flesh for the first time, but not this man. No this man felt as if he had acquired a treasure and for him this was a procession of sorts. A procession out into the city proper and his small open carriage that would bring them through the town. His guard made no bones at staring at her, his servants, even his seneschal...but not her Master. It was enough to strike any slave into disappointment.