OOC:
Name: Who knows. She's had too many names as she's been past around from owner to owner. None stick.
At 22, she has scars all along her back and front from beatings. Having caused trouble in every household, she is quickly passed on to the next unfortunate owner. She is never owned by someone for more than a yr.
Every 4 yrs, someone comes to her and hides her in a hut where she's looked after and taken care of for a yr. She never speaks and is never spoken to while there. Never going outside, her tan fades to pale white. Having just come from the resting place, the girl is more defiant than ever.
IC:
I looked up at the man defiantly, wanting to kill him. I wanted to kill any man who owned me. It wasn't fair. Nothing was in my life. Spitting at him, I took in his hard body slowly, looking for weaknesses.
There were none.
That was unusual. Usually the weakness was easy to spot, even in tall handsome men. Not in this guy. Picking up a rock, I threw it at him the best I could, hitting his leg.
Looking down, I wondered what was different about this guy, besides the lack of an Achilles' heel. Looking back up, I stared hard into his eyes for a moment and suddenly knew. He would not take no for an answer.
Normally being naked as punishment wasn't a big deal, but having just come from the hut where she'd been looked after and clothed, the slave girl hated being stripped more than ever. The toga was of fine quality and didn't deserve to be mistreated. Looking at the man who stripped her, she pleaded with her eyes not to do it, but he did. Lurching forward much as she could, she whispered, "Keep," to the man. She didn't want it destroyed or sold off. It was hers, the only belonging she had ever owned. All the other togas she'd been given over the years had been destroyed, sold off, taken, or become threadbare. She didn't want any of that to happen to this one. She needed to keep it to herself.
When her new master had her held down by the men, shame filled her like nothing before. As he spread her ass-cheeks wide, she couldn't help blushing beet red. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before and it surprised her that it would happen now. She had almost thought that she'd experienced everything, having performed all duties but one. Shuddering, she shook her head, denying the thought. He wouldn't do that to her. He wouldn't make her perform. She was too ugly, too plain. Too small to take him inside her. He'd break her for sure.
As he lead her away, she ignored the people jeering at her as she tried to bend back and hide the flower sticking out of her ass, but that only thrust her breasts out, as if in offering. Quickly putting her head down, her hair helped hide her bountiful breasts. Looking down at them, she stared hard, wishing they weren't so huge. She'd seen the way he looked at Ophelia and wish he'd bought her instead. Ophelia would do better than she would. Not that he'd want her in his bed, but still. She didn't need his arrogance, his domineering ways.
A man came up and walked along side her for a few minutes. She glanced at him, then looked back down at the ground.
"You may be virgin, but you won't after he's through with you. You'll be lucky to be quickly sold off in a week. His last mistress just died a few days ago. She was small like you, but was small-breasted. She'd been with him for many years," he told her. In a quieter voice, just above a whisper, he said, "I have no idea how you'll get away in 4 yrs for your break. He's very powerful and very possessive. No telling how far he'll go to keep you his."
At the mention of her break, the girl stopped and looked at him, startled. The sudden resistence to moving forward had her owner looking back at them. Ignoring him, she studied the man and thought he looked familiar somehow.
Looking up at Marcus, the man said, "I'll be seeing you around. She's protected, even if she's a slave. Don't hurt her, or you'll be hurt badly."
Stepping back, he faded into the crowd as the slave and Marcus walked on. Shaking her head, the slave knew the guy was wrong. She was raped by her previous master over a year ago. He had hurt her so badly that she ended up in bed for several days recovering.
When they entered, she was relieved when he took out the flower. It was annoying to say the least to have it in her ass. Now that they were inside and away from prying eyes, she didn't mind being naked.
Following him into the other room, she was glad when he freed her wrists and rubbed them hard. Listening to him, she stayed quiet, knowing that she'd get a turn to speak soon enough. Fighting over an inspection was not worth punishment. Other things she might get away with, but not this. Repeating her new name over and over as he inspected her, she jumped in startlement as he slipped his hand in her private.
Absorbing his words, she looked up at him for a few minutes. No escape? The slave snorted and shook her head.
"How sad you will be once your words ring false," she said softly. Moving away from him, she said, "There's no need for you to keep me chained up. I won't escape. No man has owned me for more than a year yet. Something always happens when a year is reached."
Shrugging, she went to the door to look around, but didn't leave the room. "Ask all my owners, I've never tried to escape past 10 summers. I may want it, but I can be content enough for right now."
Thinking about that man's words, she said quietly, "I have to admit, I've never been warned about a potential master like I have been today. I've never been used as a bed partner. Give me a few days at least to get used to the idea." Shrugging, she went to the window and sat down on the floor.
