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Indoctrinated (DP and PinkSinger)

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Dominica Potestas

Planetoid
Joined
Aug 11, 2009
Location
UK
This roleplay is set in Illakia. See my thread for more details.

At the State Auction House, I settle down for the last lot of the day. According to the brochure, she was an orphan child, who volunteered to become a sub-human slave as soon as she was legally an adult. This sounds quite rare and intriguing. I settle my long frame into the seat as the auctioneer announces,
"Lot 136!"
The Auction House is a converted cattle auction hall, and is a circular space in front of the auctioneer's stage, with seating all round in a circle. As the auctioneer announces the last lot, a girl is led out, chained and leashed.
 
the girl nearly fell when the tanned man pulled her leash that was connected to her neck with a colar made of old but still strong leather. her whole body was dirty and covered in bruises mostly from the transport to this town and then to the auction place only a few scars form whippings where on her body for she was very obediant and still young. The only whippings she received had been just for the fun of her trader and not cause she had disobeyed. Her long brown hair fell down to the ground as she kneeled down in the dust in front of the crowd which was already a bit smaller as it was alte and only the last slaves where for sale. her eyes focused on the ground to avert any eyecontact. a small murmur went through the crowd as it was unusual for a slave to have such long hair especially if she hasnt been bought even once yet. her body was tanned but she must have a ratehr pale skin if she was out of the sun and cleaned of the dusst and dirt on her bruised skin.
As her eyes where directed tot he ground noone could see the colour of her eyes but she had clear smaragd green eyes. the bareheaded trader shouted out "IS anyone willing to bid on this pathetic form of life?. If so be aware that the starting bid is 3,5 Lira." that was 0.5 more than for a usual slave. "you see this thing here is not feisty at all and does all without mourning that saves alot of nerves. beside that she seems to live with a less amount of food each day" he said "so the price is more than chep wouldnt you say. now show your quialities" he ordered and pulled the leash up.
"with a choking sound the girl was lifted up form her knees her eyes still towards teh ground but the crowd could see that beneeth the lioncloth and that wrap of filthy cloth around her chest were some inviting curves. the girl herself didnt complain at the rough treatment she just stood there choking while the colar cut into the skin of her neck.
 
I can see that there might be a half decent slave here. She's being badly treated, but one has to see through that. The bidding is slow at this time of the day, so she could be cheap too. 35 lira was cheap, very cheap. Usually slave sold in the hundreds or thousands. I put my hand up for that.
 
the trader smirked and let go off her chain makeing her fall into the dust again. A small wince escaped her but the trader ignored it. he pointed at the raised hand and shouted "fine i see 35 over there" who will go further" he had put the price low on all of his bids he liked to make the people think the slave was cheap and than bod over each other forgetting the money int eh heat of the fight. the girl looked around confused by the people who gazed at her. for the first time she had looked up to see all those people and suddenly she regretted that she had given away her life on free will. bot on the other side waht would have awaited her. she had been molded into a submissive girl and that she would be. her gaze quickyl went down again before her trader would notice and punish her in front of all those people. the bidding continued...
 
Somebody else was bidding as well as me, but that was it. The guy was on the other side of the hall, with a hat on. We exchanged bids up to 50. The bidding slows down, its on me for 55, I hesitate then put my hand up.
 
the trader smirks widely "come on people you know as well as me that slaves sell for much more do you want to ripp me off dont you have some dignity" he taunted them. a greedy sparkle in his eyes. "look at her she is still young fresh out of the orphanage not even used once i promise that" she gave a chukle
 
I force myself to bid to 60, but stop again. The auctioneer starts pestering, and the girl just looks at the floor.
"Let us see her naked and we might pay more!" I shout out.
 
The trader laughs and looks at the man who had made that bold request "well pet you heard him will you take of your clothes on your own or shall I help you" the auctioneer gave the girl a sly grin. She flinched and quietly let the two pieces f cloth fall into the dust her breasts were well shaped for her age at least c cups. All regions of her body beside her head of course were hairless and her intimate regions were free of bruises.
 
There was a whistle as her nether regions were exposed. She looked good no doubt. The other bidder was getting in the swing now.
"Let us have a better look!" he called in his deep voice.
 
He trader laughed out " better buy her instead. Of making requests think this would be all yours". He pointed at the exposed female on the ground with a smirk "purchase her and you can look as close as you like". His eyes spied for biddings in the crowd.
 
This girl was intriguing me for some reason, even though my fellow bidder, who had bought a couple of slaves already, was trying to justify further expense to himself.
"75," I bid.
 
teh ttrader smirked slowly the price got into a region where he likedit to be "any more biddings above 75?come on look at this cutie i bet you all want to try her out while she is still fresh dont you?" she said shamelessly. the girl felt uneay hearing him talk like thatbut it was what hse had choen or more likely what she had been raised to be
 
The state slave traders had made another huge mistake here. Normally this girl could fetch for a thousand or so, if she was cleaned up and her obedience demonstrated, and she was sold at peak time. As it was, the auction hall was nearly empty except for me and my fellow bidder. He was shaking his head.
"Going once!" He still shook his head.
"Going twice, three times, sold! To the gentlemen at the back. May I see your number? Thank you, you may collect your purchase at reception. And that concludes the bidding for today."
Pleased with such a good buy, I rose and left my seat. I gave a friendly wave to my fellow bidder. He waved back; no hard feelings, he had done well enough today. But my, this sweet girl, for about the tenth of the price. Fantastic. Feeling elated, I watched as my new property was dragged off stage. I excitedly made my way to reception.
 
At teh reception she was already waiting panting heavily as she had been dragged along form behind the showing stage up to the reception so about three times the way he had to go to get his purchased slave. her wrists where chained with rather heavy but shabby chains. the locks were rusty and didnt seem to be opened al lot. the trader handed her purchaser the key to her chains and the leash that was connected to her colar. "thank you for your purchase maybe we will se each otehr again" he smiled an unhonest smile and took off to count his money after he had received her price.
The girl knelt on the floor her eyes aerting her new masters shape. she didnt dare to look up at him as she didnt know his personality. she could just see he had good shoes yet a little dirty he didnt seem to be highest class but wealthy non the less. "thank you fur purchasing me my master" she whispered like all slaves had to when they were sold
 
I look down at the pathetic creature at my feet as she thanks me to demonstrate her docility. I notice she is careful to avoid eye contact; she has clearly been very well trained. I think the greasy salesman behind the counter as he takes 75 of my hard-earneds. Not exactly hard-earneds; I came into a significant fortune about 10 years ago from my parents, and can now live comfortably in a large villa and own a slave or two.
Now how to get the bitch home? I only live about 10 minutes away, but would walking a naked slave girl home cause too much attraction? I certainly wasn't worried about how she felt, but my privacy. But there was nothing to it. I ignored the creature's attempts at communication, and yanked at the leash to get her to her feet.
 
she gasoed and fought herself up on her feet with shaking knees. her gaze was still on the ground and she quietly followed carefull not to make the leash need the full length but still not too close. she felt ashamed awlking naked but didnt say a word she decided it would be less bad for her is she stayed quiet on her walk through the city. she didnt know why but somehow the most people dont seem to bother she was naked. 'i guess its usual for a slave. yes that must be the reason' she thaught to herself and kept staring on the dusty ground
 
I dragged the slave out of the reception and onto the street for what was presumeably her first real taste of the outside world beyond the orphanage she had been brought up in. The street was dusty and busy. Fortunatly most people had enough decency to leave a man and his slave alone. I glanced at her. She was keeping her head down, and was unable to cover her nakedness, and was clearly trying to cope with this new situation. I hope she felt humiliated, it would be a good lesson for her.
10 minutes later we escaped the hustle of the streets and made our way across the lawn to my nice villa, my new slave still a respectfull distance behind. I unlocked the door, and admitted the girl entry to her new home.
I dragged her across the threshold and into the hallway. It was nicely done it with a marble floor and magnolia walls.
"Kneel," I ordered.
 
she gasped and immediately kneeled down and winced when her knees met with the hard ground. she showed no other sign of pain and just kneeled behind her master onlya few inches over the threshold of the house and waited. waited for whatever might come punishment order it didnt matter she would carry out anythong he tells her no matter what it might be. she was sligthly cold on the floor with no clothes on but she couldnt mourn about that and especially not now
 
I was pleased as the girl showed her obedience by kneeling right away. I hope, kneeling on the cold hard floor, she was getting the message that she would not be afforded any luxuries, ever. I shut the door behind her, and then stood in front of her. I bent down and took off the leash, and unlocked the heavy irons behind her back; I was sure she was obedient enough for such securitty to be largely reduntant.
"Clean my shoes, slave," I ordered."
 
she bit on her lower lip. she didnt have any cloth and her clothes she couldnt use either as she was all naked. cshe kept chewing on her bottom lip should she just use her tounge and lick them clean but what if he thinks she is filthy then it would only cause the opposite and if she asked he might get mad cause she had asked without permission. weakly and hoping it was alright she bent down and started to let her tougne slip over the leather of his dusty shoes coughing lightly at the dust
 
I smile as the girl bent down to lick my dusty shoes clean. Clearly submissive enough to debase herself so quickly.
"Make sure their sparkling," I said.
 
she nodded and kept going until they were all clean and sparkling after like 10 minutes. she got her head up again but didnt look up. she would never look up without permission that was the first rule she had been taught after doing all she was told without complaining
 
I smile as the girl finished my shoes. The thrill of ownership went through me. This wouldn't be the last time she would clean my shoes or worse. Her welfare was of no importance, after all, at L75 I could easily afford to replace her. As she stopped, I kicked her slightly in the rips to remind her who was boss. I slipped my shoes off and beckoned for the slave to follow me into the house.
 
She winced in pain and heard a Sick sound when her rib protested against the Treatment. Then for the First Time She dared to speak freely " m-may I walk or should I crawl on hands and knees master" she askedafraid to anger him
 
As she dared speak, I gave her another kick, just for the sake of it.
"You will avoid standing taller than a free person when in this house unless it is necessary. Now follow me."
 
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