A Slave to Life (PM, please)

[Lie_in_Truth]

Her head remained bowed in the submissive posture learned over the years, blue eyes to the floor. The ragged clothing was acceptably baggy, allowing for room to grow, but fit adequately to remain on her person, her breasts bound tightly so she appeared flat-chested. Tattered strips of cloth wrapped her head in enough covering to hide her dark brown, wavy hair. For a slave, she looked better than most, even covered in muck.

Her old master stood by her side, his apparent disgust at her shabbiness and petite frame visible to all. In all her years as a slave, she had tried to keep the lords to the idea of her being a simple boy. And it worked. To them, she was nothing more than an unkempt, ratty slave-boy, good for cleaning out stables and sleeping with the pigs.

She didn't mind. After all, it was thanks to her first master that she could still give the impression of a boy not even into puberty. He hadn't even explained his bloody ear, let alone what sex she was, after two nights in his keep. She had stood tall then, knowing and revelling in the fact that she had damaged him enough to wound his pride; he never touched her again. So, without that prudent information, she began to make the circles between the lords on the market, sold to whoever needed an extra boy to clean the stables, clean the fireplaces, or any other such menial task.

And now...now the old master didn't need her anymore. She had been quick to make friends among the female slaves, letting few in on her secret, and, thankfully, some explained what was happening to her...to her body. It frightened her at first, but she had gotten used to the fact that her bust was expanding, and she was growing.

But that meant dangerous things as well. For a woman, and a slave, if you were owned, that was it. Your virtue was given to your master, and you had no say. So, as she grew, she bound her chest tighter and tighter, her fear growing as she became more shapely and less straight. Her wrists were too delicate for a boy, her neck too defined. Even binding her hair, which she was not allowed to cut, helped only a little.

She once again stood with meager posture, giving the best impression of a boy she had to offer. She thanked the God in heaven repeatedly that slave clothing was baggy and shapeless.

"He's not much, but he works hard," her master was saying to the man buying her. "I think one of the boy's previous lord's cut out his tongue," he chuckled out. "The boy's as silent as death." She remained quiet, though in her mind, she snorted, If you only knew how many of your slaves talk to me about you, sir, you'd cut ALL their tongues out. "Perfect for your needs, eh? He make look small, but he's still good for a few years' labor."

As the money was exchanged, she could practically feel her master stand taller. The buyer questioned, and her master replied, "Oh, no, not quite sure. He's been with me, oh, for at least three years, I suppose. Can't be older than thirteen, though. Must've started very young." I'm older than you think, Master. A lot older. Petite as she was, she still held the youthful appearance of a starved boy in face, but, in body, a man would be surprised, given her height of near 5'7". "A few scars," A few? Heh....funny..., "but nothing serious. The one on his face is a bit disturbing, so I wouldn't let him in the house much." Gee, thanks. It's not that bad...

"It's been a pleasure," she heard, her periphial vision catching sight of the men shaking hands. She wanted to yawn in boredom, knowing the drill by heart. As for how her new master would return her to his keep, well....that was another matter.

So, as she felt her old master leave, she kept her head bowed, waiting for her first command.

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan Cairns looked his new slave over with a twinge of disgust. Although he was dirty, at least this one didn't seem to have any diseases. Oh well, he had to take what he could get, after the mule had kicked that stupid, what was his name, James, John, no Jules, yes Jules in the head, he had been forced to come to town and find someone to help around the estate.

Walking around his new purchase, he took in the thin frame bowed to the ground, covered in tattered clothes. That would have to change. Although, he was a stern master, Jonathan knew that value of taking care of his possesions. This one would need a bath, and a decent change of clothes once they got home.

"Stand up" he ordered his slave, as he towered next to him. Even next to full grown men, Jonathan was large. Standing 6"3" and weighing nearing 240 lbs, he usually had no problem with others doing what he wanted.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

She swallowed, standing up. This could be bad... The man not only looked imposing, but he felt monstrous standing next to her. I hope he doesn't get physical.

Her face had gone white beneath her tan skin after his words. He sounded so harsh! It took all of her will-power not to tremble, her hands purposefully remaining loose at her sides. Her eyes remained lowered to the ground, not daring to look even at his shoes.

 

[LittleGary]

"Now then slave, do you have a name?"

For a moment Jonathan thought about checking out the slaves mouth to make sure he was healthy, but due to the darkening sky decided to get started home before the sky really opened up.

Not waiting for the slave to reply, he continued.

"Never mind, we can check you out later. For now, you are lucky, you will ride in the back of my wagon on the way to my estate. Normally you would walk, but we must get home before this storm hits. Follow me."

Jonathan led his slave to a large wagon pulled by two large horses. He motioned to the back of the wagon, as he climbed up next to another man.

"Lets get him home James. When we get there show him where he will stay, then bring him to me in my chambers."

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

To his....oh, no... She resisted the urge to swallow again, knowing her throat was dry of anything but air. Please tell me this is just a mandatory check.... Please! She began to breathe slowly through her mouth, her mind churning as she tried not to hyperventilate. Oh, God, please... Let me remain unnoticed. With no one looking at her, she began to tremble freely, knowing she may not get another chance when the wagon stopped to give in to her fear.

 

[LittleGary]

The trip home wasuneventful, at least as far as Jonathan was concerned. The storm didn't hit until well after he was safely in his own chambers. He left it to James to show the new lad his home above the stables, and make sure that the boy found his way back to his chambers as instructed.

He took a good look around the large room that he stood in now. It was connected to his bedroom through a large set of double doors at the far end of the room. He took a seat at his desk as he waited for the new slave to arrive.

For some reason Jonathan liked to spend a few minutes with every new acquistion, in order to better measure them, perhaps find a hidden flaw or secret that could be used to some advantage farther down the road.

Finally a knock at the door announced the arrival of his new purchase.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Her last master had never let her speak, himself loving the sound of his own voice too much, so he had assumed she was mute. That worked fine for her. And telling her next master the same thing hopefully would keep her from having to speak in his presence as well.

So, keeping her head down once again, she entered the room. She always kept her eyes to the ground. After learning that they disturbed people with their unnatural color, she tried to keep other from noticing, hoping to stay as small and insignificant as possible. A dark brown, so dark they tinted red on the sides, made some people believe her eyes were marroon, and almost bloody colored wine haze to her face. It didn't help the fact that she had that cut in her cheek, either. The tear-drop scar fell from almost the middle of her eye to the top of her cheekbone, curving back up to meet at the same place it began.

Once again taking the slave posture, she stood before the master's desk, waiting for his command, her hands clenched behind her back to keep her from trembling. This had not been the first time this had occured with other masters, but they had never felt as imposing as this man did.

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan looked up as the slave entered the room. As was custom, the slave kept his head bowed the entire time, as to avoid eye contact with their betters. There was certainly something different about this one, whether it was the way he walked, or possibly just the size, but something wasn't sitting well with Jonathan.

"Tell me boy. What are you called" he demanded as he strode in front of the lad.

He stopped just in front of the boy, as he awaited an answer. Again, he looked the boy up and down, trying to figure out what it was that bugged him about the youth.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

He's going to force me to speak. Oh, hell... Clearing her throat slightly, she said in as gruff a voice as she could, "Cory, sir." And it wasn't far from the truth. Corina had been Cory for many years.

She could feel from his heavy scrutiny that he found something interesting about her. That wasn't good. Interest bred attention, which in turn might get her discovered. She should be just another slave, and, particularly for this man, it seemed, she didn't want to be anything more than his typical worker.

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan looked up as Cory said his name. What kind of lad was this. His voice sounded like a girls, how much use was this boy going to be here on his estate.

"Well lets get a good look at you. I need to know whether you will be able to pull your load here, or whether you will just be another mouth to feed."

Jonathan waited and watched as the boy continued to stand in place. He stepped in front of the boy, and grabbing his shirt in both hands, ripped in down the middle.

"I said to strip" he roared, as the shirt fell away in his hands.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Her breath hitched in her throat, fear clogging her senses. Her arms immediately wrapped themselves around her in a fruitless attempt to shield herself. Her body began to shake, even her numerous scars from work and beatings seeming to tremble in her anxiety. Eyes previously trained on the ground shot up to meet with his, her red-tinted orbs revealing her shock and terror.

Her breast binding was the only garment hiding her fully from his view. Without her covering, though, it was painfully obvious that she was a woman, her curves too clearly defined by her years of hard labor. Her skin was puckered around her newest scars, roughened and toughened underneath her flaws as well as smooth in just the right places. The tightened laces of her worn pants showed off her rounded hips, her derrier shown to be perky from the perfect dip in her lower back.

Oh, God....help me.... "I...." She tried in vain to speak, but her mouth had already been dry. Now, she felt even more clearly the separation from her female counterparts. He'd probably sell her again, but, this time, she couldn't play the boy... If he didn't sell her for lying, well....she was too frightened to ask.

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan looked in shock at what had been revealed in front of him. He had not expected to find a woman underneath those tattered rags. The girls frightened eyes swept up to meet his, and he was taken back by their color.

"What in the Hell" he roared.

His eyes traveled down her body, and took in her womanly figure hardened by her years of labor. Even with the numerous scars, and hard muscles, she was still pleasantly attractive. His head mulled over his choices. By all rights, he should sell her. He had bought a working boy, not a lying whore. No brothel would buy her, she wasn't soft enough for them. He thought of a few men that he had knowledge of that would put her to "use" if he was of the mind to sell her to them. Girls that ended up with there sort usually lived a very short life, dying in some sort of violent manner."

"Now give me your real name girl, and no more lying. You had better convince me why I should keep you, or I'll sell you to the only one that would take you, Thomas the Tanner, and I'm sure you have heard the stories about that one."

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

She flinched beneath his scrutiny. "M-my name is Cory, sir. Corina just shortened. Even before...they still called me Cory." Moving slowly, she picked up the shreds of her former shirt, clutching it to her chest. "And I'm a hard worker, sir. Ask anybody. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't work as hard as any of the boys. I've been doing it for years."

As she spoke, she took delicate steps backwards, so slow and small that one could hardly tell she was moving at all. Her eyes were trained to his, hoping to keep him staring at the odd color instead of her feet. If she could just make it to the door...

"Please don't send me to Tanner, sir! I'm not that type of girl. I'm an honest worker. I've pulled my share and more. None of the boys ever knew, sir. Honest. None. I would have beat them to a bloody pulp first."

It was interesting, really, how nicely she spoke. Most servants spoke with horrible slang. Her voice was soft, well-spoken. It was highly unusual.

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan seethed with anger for the way he had been betrayed. He would have his revenge on the man that he had bought the girl from, but what to do with the girl.

He noticed from the way that she spoke, that she was no common slave. Probably born to a noble, who had to sell off some of his possessions in order to stay out of the poor house, oh well she was his problem for now.

He watched as she began to edge away from him, trying to do it in such a manner that he wouldn't notice. He knew that she wouldn't make it past the door, if she were to be so stupid.

"Don't try anything rash, or you will live to regret it. I hold your life in my hands now, and you wouldn't want to be upsetting me now would you."

Jonathan looked the girl over again. Hmmm maybe she could serve a purpose for him here.

"Disrobe." he demanded.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Her already dry throat turned to sand-paper. "Sir... Please. I'm not...I swear I work hard. Y-you could put me to work in the barns with the pigs!" Her face drained of color, she had to work to make her lips move, her body being frozen. "J-just because I-I'm a female doesn't m-mean I can't work..."

Opposing his words, her fingers gripped the tattered cloth even more closely to her chest. Oh, she could see in the way that he looked at her exactly what he wanted. So, suddenly, she became demoted because she was a woman! And now, knowledgable of that fact, he was using his authority over her position as slave for use of her body. Oh, let me die now!

"Y-you don't n-need to do that, sir..." What should I do?! Oh, God, help me!

 

[LittleGary]

"If you don't start to obey me, I may just give you to the pigs girl."

Jonathan sneered as he looked at the girl. He felt no pity for her, life was hard, and a man must be hard to survive. How she had managed to fool everyone for so long was beyond him. Didn't she realize what her life would be like amongst the male slaves when they found out she was a woman, and they would find out. With the large amount of slaves on his estate, it was only a matter of time before she was found out, and then it would be one constant rape for her, until she was found flowting in the pond once she had served her purpose for the men.

"Girl, do you understand what your life would become if I were to send you to live with the male slaves. It will be amatter of a few days or maybe even hours before you are figured out, and then."

He paced in front of her again, noticing the terror in her face.

"You're only real choice is to obey me.All other choices lead to rape and then death. At least with me, you will live. If you obey. Now disrobe."

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

She felt her chest constrict, the feeling of entrapment grow hard and cold inside of her. Yes, she'd known the risks. She'd always been careful; almost too careful. So careful that it had gotten her caught for the first time in 10 years. This new master seemed hard, and he might just tell his males slaves for kicks if she managed to convince him to let her work. It would mean death...or worse...if she tried to escape.

With numbed fingers, her shirt slid to the floor. I might repulse him, anyway, with my uncleanliness. It's worth a shot... She untied the string at her waist, slowly, so as not to allow her fingers to tremble. With measured slowness, she stepped out of her pants, her fingers already trailing up to her head to unwrap the scarves from her hair. Her ebony locks fell down her back, nearly reaching the backs of her knees in a swirling mass of light curls.

She stopped there, holding her arms out to her sides so he could look freely, still covered with her meager breast binding and undergarment. It was obvious she was beautiful, even with her scars and dirt. Her skin had the tan of fieldwork, her muscles taut from strain. Her eyes had dropped to the floor once more, hooded by her lids and soft lashes.

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan smiled as he looked at the scared young woman. He could tell her fear from the rapid pace of her breathing. Despite the years of hard work that she had undergone, and the various scars across her body, she was a very beautiful young woman. He was amazed by the ebony curls that cascaded down her back. Yes, he was probably right, she was probably the daughter of some noble sold into slavery as a very young child. As he looked at her standing there in only a few rags, he felt a stirring in his groin. Yes, he would have her, but not quite yet.

"Dress child" he told her softly. This one would be played slowly at first, get her to drop her defenses slightly, then he would have her.

"I will have one of my women get you a bath, and clean clothes. All my slaves must be clean, or face my wrath, do you understand."

As he talked, Jonathan moved closer until he stood right in front of the girl. He reached down, and cupped her chin in his hand, forcing her head up, so he could get a good look at her face. As he stared at her face, he thought of the things that he would "show" this girl. He could be incredibly patient when he needed too, in order to fully break in his girls.

"My woman will show you back here when you are done. Feel free to pick from the clothes that she will show you. Those rags you are wearing will do no longer."

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

She denied the urge to rip her chin from his grasp, fear and anger warring within her. With a short nod, she backed away slowly so he knew she wasn't running. Her eyes showed none of her emotions as she picked her clothes back up, slipping them on as best she could while keeping her 'Master' in her view.

She didn't trust him. Yes, it would be nice to bathe, to have a change of clothes, to not be afraid to be caught. But they both knew what he wanted from her. She would become another whore to his harem, another trophy to his wall. The thought nearly made her make a run for it. But, no. She would bide her time. She had patience enough to know when to plan and when to play along.

Her finger came back up to trace the tear-drop scar beneath her eye. She'd never forget that moment. The moment she realized all men were after one thing from a woman. She just hoped she could make it out of here before she let him get too far.

A woman stepped into the room after he rang a bell. Once she saw her, she knew what to do. Beckoning to Cory, she led her out of the room briskly. Alright. Find the best working clothes out of the pile, distract her, and make a run for it. If I can get far enough, it will be too dark for him to chase after me until morning.

 

[LittleGary]

As Rebecca led the girl from the room, Jonathan took up a small dirk that he kept hidden in his desk. He grabbed a dark cape, and with a flourish robed himself in the concealing garment. Without a sound, he moved quickly out of the room, down the stairs and out the door. He hid himself near a large oak, and waited.

Jonathan thought back to the other slaves that had tried to escape. If he didn't miss his guess, this one would try to flee.The back door was guarded, so her only choice would be to stay, or try the front door. If she came out the front door, she would have to go right past him, and then.

He smiled as he thought of what her expression would be when she saw all the frilly clothes that Rebecca would present, nothing that she was accustomed to, that was for sure.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

When the servant guided her into the bathing chamber, she tried to help Cory. Cory, forcefully and politely, declined. The woman, Rebecca, rolled her eyes with a sigh, and left Cory to wash alone. It didn't take her long, but when she finished, she looked half like a different person. Her tanned skin shone in the light, her dark tresses soft and inviting.

Rebecca took her to look at the clothing, and what Cory saw made her sigh, resisting the urge to groan. They were all so...so...frumpy. She didn't need clothes like this! She needed pants, servicable tops. She searched through them until she found something a little less 'flowery' than the earlier ones. The skirt was cut into strips up to mid-thigh in a deep red, bringing out the richness of her eyes. The top was little more than a bodice, hooking in the front with elaborate pins, colored the same red with little strips of cloth hanging from the shoulders. It may be pointless, but the slits gave her long legs room to run.

As Cory watched Rebecca begin to put things away, her slipper-shod feet began to tip-toe backwards. When she'd stepped in here, she knew the back door was gaurded, so she had little choice other than to go for the front. Once she knew Rebecca was completely distracted, she edged out the front door, closing it softly behind her. With an acrobat's agility, she twisted around, making like a bullet toward the open fields. If I can hid in those, I can get out of here!

 

[LittleGary]

Jonathan waited paitiently next to the tall tree. Maybe he was wrong about this one he thought. Then he noticed the shadow that slipped out the front door. As slaves usually did, this one made a beeline for the open fields. Unfortunately for her, it led right past his hiding spot.

As she moved swiftly past him, Jonathan darted from his hiding spot. With savage impact, he slammed into her, wrapping his arms around the girl, and took her to the ground knocking the air from her lungs. As she lay there stunned, he fished a length of rope from a pocket in his cape, and moving very efficiently tied first her hands, then feet. As a final thought, he pulled out a blindfold and covered her eyes.

"You are not the first, nor the last that will try to escape. Unfortunately for you, you have sealed your fate."

Jonathan stood and looked at bthe young woamn as she laid tied up on the ground. The outfit she had chosen was probably the most practical of all the outfits, but it also accentuated her fine feminine form.

Bending, Jonathan grabbed Cory, and with little effort threw her over his shoulder. Hending into the dark woods, Jonathan spoke again.

"Where I am taking you no one knows of. There, you will learn to obey my demands. If you refuse....."

When Jonathan finally set Cory down, it was in middle of a dark, room. In a few seconds, light flooded the room.

"This will be your new home. Here you will learn to serve my pleasure."

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

She curled up on her side, bringing her body into as tight a ball as she could manage. Her eyes stayed closed against the light in the room, her fear out-weighing her curiousity to see her knew prison. She should have known. She should have waited. Oh, God, please...

"And what if I refuse?" she asked softly. Terror made her skin pale, her body almost shaking with soft tremors. She may be scared, but if there was a chance for freedom, a choice between bending to his will or proving she was no man's play-thing, she would fight her hardest...even if it killed her.

 

[LittleGary]

He leaned in close, his lips nearly touching her ear, before whispering.

"There are many worse things than death, or doing what I demand. If you refuse, I can show you just how miserable life can be."

Jonathan moved away from the girl, and began to speak again.

"You see, your choice isn't life or death, it is what kind of life you will have. If you obey, you will find, that your life could be quite enjoyable. Refuse, and your life will be a living Hell, and I will make sure that you remain alive to rue the day you refused me. "

"Now rest. We will speak again in the morning."

With that Johnathan left the room.

 

[Lie_in_Truth]

Once he was gone, she allowed herself the one and only chance she would get to break down. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she hugged her knees tightly to her chest.

First, it started as one, soft whimper. Then it turned into a sob. Slowly, her body began to shake from the raw strength of her cries. Tears streamed down her face, slipping down her cheeks, puddling in her neck, and some soaking into her hair. It was not a pretty sight.

Soon enough, she began to hyperventilate from the adrenaline, the fear, and complete fury. The hyperventilation eventually made her pass out, her eyes not having once looked upon the room that was to be her prison. She slept the sleep of the physically and emotionally exhausted, not even deigning to move her arms from her legs.