A Slave for the Prince (Lovely and Psionic)

[LovelyDeadlyLadies]

Gaylia’s parents had been killed in a fire when she was nine years old, and from there her life only became more of a tragedy. After the death of her parents she was taken to a human orphanage, where she was bullied for her pointed ears. At thirteen a big man came, he looked like a dragon, and bought Gaylia from the Mistress of the orphanage, who was sure no human would want an elf girl. Later Gaylia learned that the man-dragon was part of a race called draconians, and that he was taking her to a place that was the stuff of nightmares. At least for little elven girls like her.

The house he had taken her to was nice enough, however Gaylia learned that the luxuries the house offered were not meant for her. The place was called a Pleasure House in polite company, but it was a brothel, a whore house. When she was brought to the master of the house he throughly explained what her purpose was to be there. To please men. Draconian men to be precise. All of the women there were of many different races. The house itself was called The House of Exotics, women from far away lands. Gaylia would be their resident elf, and she would serve her master well, earn her keep, or risk punishment.

At first they only made her watch, and learn. She did this for about a year, just watched, cleaned the house, and sometimes helped to cook food. When she was fourteen, her time came. No one forgets their first time. A draconian came looking for a virgin, and of course Gaylia was offered up immediately. She was dressed in white silks, her rose gold hair left to hang in loose natural curls around her shoulders. In the white and with her big blue eyes, her master said she looked like an angel. The Elf remembered crying, begging the draconian to stop, and blood...so much blood. She was punished for her poor performance.

At first when it came to actually servicing the draconian men she resisted. They would get her alone in the room and she often struggled away from them, told them to stop what they were doing. But with enough punishments, a few scars from whips left on her back, she resigned to this lifestyle. There was nothing she could do to escape it. With enough time she became quite skilled. The only thing the draconians complained about was that she never smiled, and she never seemed to enjoy herself. They weren’t all terrible. Some were kind, some could make her feel good for a short period of time. Those were the ones she usually never saw again.

When she turned eighteen her master told her he was selling her to a slaver, apparently she was worth more money as a private slave than a common whore. The slaver came and paid for her, then she was loaded into a wagon with other females and taken to the city square. Gaylia kept her eyes down, her hands tied in front of her. They put her in a nice but revealing dress in order to show off her body so the buyer would know what they were getting. When she stepped up to the block a draconian told her to lift her chin, and when she didn’t obey he did for her. Her eyes looked out into the crowd, and locked with one draconian man as bids were made.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Prince Kelto'Zexion was, in some ways, considered the embarrassment of the royal family. He seemed to embody none of the ideals of the draconian race despite his highborn status. Kelto was a withdrawn individual and was never driven to hone his body for a superior physique, so he wasn't a great warrior like his mother, Queen Selda'Orloa'Zexion or his older brother, Prince Movex'Orloa'Zexion. Kelto spent most of his days reading books, yet he never displayed more than a mediocre talent for magic, unlike his father King Kalash'Novias'Zexion. Kelto had yet to make any accomplishment to earn himself an honorable title to the middle of his name. Not only that, but as his other brothers and sisters were given provinces or cities within the kingdom to manage over the past few years, Kelto was the only one remaining at the Royal Palace with no authority. He was given some administrative or diplomatic duties from time to time, his parent's attempt to groom him into something useful to the Zexion Dynasty, but even that often left Kelto feeling overwhelmed. Movex (who was also still at the Royal Palace) was never any help, Kelto's older brother often looked down on him as well. The older Prince was strong and skilled as a fighter, but also avoided a brash demeanor, and often in fact kept a deceptively level head. It was no surprise Movex was named successor to the throne last year, and was being eased into more high-level duties by the King and Queen.

All this left Kelto as the odd one out. Kelto, the failure. Kelto, the one who hadn't amounted to anything, and didn't seem like he ever would. He wasn't needed at this point, so it was most convenient for everyone to just ignore him, public pretend he didn't exist, even. None of the palace servants worked for him personally, they worked for the King and Queen first. Everyone in Kelto's life was distant; his family kept him at arm's length, the servants treated him with indifference, he had not formed any friendly bonds with anyone else. The young draconian might have been a little introverted by nature, but that didn't make him any less lonely. It was getting to the point that Kelto felt he might go stir-crazy from everything he was bottling up.

Today, he was going on another walk through the draconian kingdom's capital city, Helvaniat, in an attempt to find something, anything, that could occupy him. It wasn't unusual, it was sort of a tradition for those of the royal draconian family to sometimes dispense with ceremony, identifying regalia, and honor guards to simply mingle with their people. Thus, Kelto was walking through the streets in decently fine, but not extraordinary clothing. He didn't stand out among the crowds of draconians of every color and all walks of life. Kelto was shadowed closely by a plain-clothes bodyguard of course, but a random one assigned to him by his parents. Kelto wasn't a fool, and he could tell that his bodyguards often seemed to almost treat being assigned to him as babysitting duty more than anything else. Kelto didn't even know the name of the guard assigned to him today.

Nothing really caught Kelto's eye...not until he got to the city square, that is. Ah, it looked like there was a significant slave auction going on. It seemed the theme of this one was pleasure-slaves. Setting eyes on it made Kelto think. That's right, slaves were trained to be loyal, weren't they? The trainers would go out of business if they weren't. And pleasure-slaves, as opposed to slaves kept for labor or combat, were intended to be kept for frequent and close interaction with their Masters. Kelto didn't really have any better ideas for anything to be doing at the moment, so he stepped into the crowd of bidders for the slaves as he watched each one displayed on stage and sold, one at a time.

Draconians were quite different from most of the other common races on the continent. They were the only civilized race (if any of the other races could be called 'civilized') to be clad in scales. Naturally, this set them above all the soft-skinned races by being the closest to the image of the most superior race; true dragons. Draconians were wingless, and had a range of physical builds similar to that of other so-called humanoids, but they had three-fingered instead of four-fingered hands, elongated and somewhat lizardlike faces, and sported a wide variety of crests, ridges, spines, horns, and-or frills their heads. And of course, there was their metallic, iridescent scales that came in an equally wide range of colors. Solid-colored scale hides were the majority, though some rare draconians had multicolored patterns.

Kelto himself was a sky-blue drake, neither short nor tall, but thin in build. He had brow-ridges that curved and swept back around the sides of his head, giving him a flat-topped skull. As he inserted himself into the crowd of bidders, the last auction, a human female with very long black hair, was led away to her new Master. The next slave for auction was brought up to the stage. This female was a rarer elf, her long pointed ears prominently protruding from her shoulder-length curls of reddish-gold hair. She was dressed in a sensually provocative outfit, and began standing on stage with her expression downward. After a moment, the auctioneer made her lift her chin and look out on her potential buyers. In that moment, by chance, her eyes locked with his.

Kelto blinked. Most of the other slaves in line, the way they stood, the way they moved, they just didn't seem like they would be...interesting conversationalists. He couldn't describe it. While he of course didn't imagine any of the slaves to be stupid, the elf he was looking at just looked like...the kind of person who not only could listen, but maybe understand. Well, he didn't have much of a reason to not give this a try. He couldn't think of any other way to get close enough to someone to just...give him the company he needed.

A draconian began to bid on her, followed by a second male marginally raising the bid, and the first marginally raised in return. Kelto knew he couldn't let this chance pass him by. With a little bit of awkward timidity, he stood forward and raised a hand with one finger to interject into the bid. "Ah, I'd..l-like to.." He started to say with a slight very ungracious stutter, but he caught himself, cleared his throat, and spoke up a little louder and surer. "Two hundred mettalins." He named his bid price. Some of the other draconians, particularly the two who had begun the bid, glanced in his direction. He had outbid them by about four times.

The auctioneer took it easily in stride. "Two hundred mettalins! Will anyone else meet that? Anyone?" He said smoothly out to the crowd. None of the other draconians stirred--it was clear that whoever this young blue drake was, if he was serious enough to jump the bid that high, that no one else wanted the elf badly enough to compete with his bid. "Two hundred mettalins, going once...going twiiiice..." The auctioneer drew out the pause, making completely sure that he wasn't going to get a better deal for this slave. "Sold! To the bold blue!"

The elf found a lightweight but strong chain leash attached to the shackles binding her wrists in front of her as she was led off the side of the stage, where the young blue draconian was approaching to make the transaction final. Kelto presented several letters of credit for the sales draconian to total up to the bid price. "You look like a man of fine taste. Would you like a more decorative collar for your purchase than the basic standard? Only fourteen mettals! Pocket change for one such as yourself! We have a good selection!" The sales draconian asked the young blue, and the blue seemed a little flustered but acquiesced to take a look at their stock, before he picked one and handed over an additional fourteen coins. The collar he settled on was promptly buckled around Gaylia's neck. It was a comfortably padded leather collar, slightly on the thick side, and the outer surface was embroidered with a vine-like floral pattern of shimmering red-blue-gold thread...the colors of Gaylia's eyes and hair. The end of Gaylia's leash attached to her shackles was given to the blue draconian...and that was that. She was now owned by a permanent single Master.

She was led away from the city square and the auction block. Her new Master kept a sedate, relaxed walking pace, with slack in her leash, and he walked alongside her rather than in front of her. After several moments of silent walking, the draconian turned his head to give Gaylia a closer look. "So then...what is your name?" He asked, in a slightly awkward and hesitant tone.

 

[LovelyDeadlyLadies]

After the auctioneer had lifted her chin and she locked eyes with a sky blue draconian she quickly scanned over the rest of the crowd. The bidding started easily enough, a few men bid on the young elf. Suddenly a voice rose up from the crowd and the sky blue draconian stepped forward and made a bid that could not possibly be matched by anyone else. Now that he had stepped closer to the stage Gaylia could see that he was much different from the other males in the crowd. He had a rather thin build, and wasn’t as talll as the others, though he would still tower over Gaylia. As an elf she was on the small side, thin and lithe. Some men preferred that. Gaylia watched with interest as no one seemed to want to step forward and outbid the young draconian. So the elf was sold.

The elf was then led off the stage so the transaction could be made final, she watched her new master with little interest, looking away whenever his eyes would wonder over to her. He presented his payment and then offered a more decorative collar for some extra coins. The one he picked out, though beautiful, still made Gaylia feel like she was being choked, but she wouldn’t complain. Complaining was often met with punishment. The leash was handed over to him and the little elf officially belonged to him.

Gaylia tried her best to walk behind him, though it was difficult when he walked so incredibly slow. It was frustrating actually. Didn’t he know anything about owning a slave? When he finally looked at her and asked her what her name was the young elf was forced to look at him. “My name is Gaylia, Sir.” She answered, her voice showing neither disappointment or excitement.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Kelto was unaware of how he was making it difficult for Gaylia to walk as she was 'supposed' to, and gave no indication that he was. Once he asked his question and the elf answered, he rubbed his chin with his free hand. "Gaylia. Hm. Nice name." He replied casually. "My name is Kelto." He provided, which was a little odd, given that while slaves usually ended up picking up their master's names secondhand, they were simply always meant to use 'Master' or 'Sir' as address. Kelto continued walking at a slowish pace through the market, into the nicer, higher-class district. Not surprising, considering how he bid on her.

What was more surprising was, after turning onto another large street, he started walking directly towards a large, opulent gate, with a large castle behind it...wasn't that the Royal Palace? Once Kelto got close with Gaylia...the honor-guards at the gate bowed to him, but then said something that possibly was a surprise to Gaylia. "Welcome back, Prince Kelto'Zexion." They quickly opened up a small side-gate in the gatehouse for the Prince to use, with Gaylia close to him. It was commonly spoken knowledge that the current ruling family of the country were the Zexions. She had just been purchased by one of the Royal Family!

The sky-blue draconian led Gaylia through the main courtyard, a beautiful and ornate display of floral arrangements and topiaries. Soon, Kelto led her into the palace proper, with statues and paintings of past draconian heroes and deeds. Kelto didn't whisk Gaylia along, just kept his rather sedate pace, so Gaylia wasn't rushed passed the sights if she had any interest in taking it all in. Eventually, Kelto arrived in front of a door that was a little more decorated than most in the palace, opened it, and brought Gaylia inside.

It was quickly obvious that it must have been Kelto's personal bedroom, as it was fairly lavish in décor and had a number of personal conveniences, but also a large four-poster bed up against one of the walls. Kelto turned around towards Gaylia as the door closed behind her, and glanced down at the shackles still affixed to her wrists. "I don't think those are necessary anymore..." He said in an oddly soft voice as he stepped forward and pulled out the key he had been given by the slave auctioneer to unlock the shackles. He set the shackles and the lead-chain down on a side table, then stepped back and took a moment to look at Gaylia carefully. Yet, his expression didn't appear to be one of lechery or hungry lust towards Gaylia or the revealing outfit she was wearing, but one that was rather contemplative, as if he was thinking of a difficult problem in his mind. After a moment, he gestured towards his bed. "Sit with me?" He said, almost in a...questioning tone, but slaves were supposed to take everything as a command anyway.

Kelto sat on the edge of his bed and waited until Gaylia had done the same next to him. Once she did, Kelto was still for a moment, but then a little hesitantly tilted his head sideways, and...laid his head on Gaylia's shoulder. He leaned against her side gently, and reached one of his hands over to touch her arm; she would feel the familiar sensation of a scaley hand on her skin, softly rubbing up and down her arm. "You're...warm." Kelto said after a moment, a little awkwardly. "I haven't...interacted with non-draconians much. Didn't know you'd be this warm up close..." The awkwardness increased, though Kelto spoke again soon. "Do you...have any hobbies? Anything you like to do? Anything you're good at?"