Obey Thy Master (Open for one male)

[SyntheticXSins]

Slave...Just the sound of the word sends chills down the spine's of man. Weather it be chills of lust, sympathy, want, or need, the same feeling seems to be there. There is a city that is the hub of most of the slave trading action. In the center of town, there's a small market. To a normal person just passing through, nothing would seem amiss. Vendor's shouting at one another, other people bustling through. Though if one would scratch just below the surface, they would find that there was a whole nother' world, a world of slave's and master's, just waiting to be seen.

Riza, was one of those slaves.

She had grown up with her mother in a small town right near London. When her father passed away, her mother was distraught and the two of them were thrust into poverty, not to mention her mother had a new tendency to become ill. To bring in money, her mother became a prostitute, leaving Riza alone most of the time. Suddenly, her mother remarried. And in short, Riza and her stepfather didn't get along, and with her mother's illness it didn't make her treatment any better. One day, when Riza was about twelve, her mother died, leaving Riza alone with her stepfather to deal with. Due to Riza's disobedient personality, he sold her into slavery, saying she was better off there, that her habits would be broken.
Riza has yet to be broken.

The main building of the market place was a dark, dank, musty old place. Cages had been brought in, crowding the walls, some even hanging from the ceilings. Sounds of shuffling were heard from outside the market, sounds of something near a struggle. The front door whipped open, and as it did, three men pushing forward a single woman were seen. The girl growled softly as the men pushed her in, the chains that bound her wrists and the leash that was attached to the collar around her neck clinked wildly as she fought to free herself of the three men. Her long, raven black hair fanned out wildly behind her. Her light blue eyes glinted in desperation for her own freedom.

Riza had been here many times before, usually, a man would take her, and within a week she would be back. To say the least, Riza was not too fond of this arrangement. And as one might have guessed, Riza's plan did not go as well as she had hoped.

She elbowed one of the men in the stomach, followed by a heaving cough from him. His eyes bulged as he fell to the floor. Apparently Riza had aimed her blow a little too low. To their comrades falling, the other two let go of the women, ready to help the other. As soon as their grip was released, Riza dashed for the door.

Riza was greeted by the hard, muscular chest of the market keeper. Her eyes grew wide, then narrowed as he grabbed her wrist as she lashed out at him. With a bit of a smile, the man pulled Riza's arm behind her back, and started walking her calmly towards the wall to which her usual bindings resided. Riza went without much of a fight. For she knew that there was no getting out of this now. She was surprised her punishment wasn't worse. This thought disappeared once she saw the guards smirks. Apparently, their punishment for her would start once the market keeper left her be.

Riza was bound, her legs and feet with heavy chains, though the market keeper was nice enough to give her slack enough to move a few feet. Enough for her to get food and water. She sat against the wall in a huff, her eyes on the floor and her hands holding her legs to her chest. This comfort was not long lasting. As soon as she looked up, the three guards were standing in front of her, smug smiles lacing their lips. The chains around her wrists tightened as her arms were hauled above her head, pain shooting along her spine.

It wasn't long before the beating had ended, leaving the lithe young figure limp on the stone floor, cold, aching, and pissed.

(OOC: I was going through some of my old SRP's, this was an RP that i had made a while ago, and I dearly missed it, thus I decided on a remake. PM me before posting please! Thanks!)

 

[marauder13]

Archibald Reynolds was one of the fortunate few. He came from old money, and he had carefully, and discretely invested his wealth to ensure that he remained in the wealthy bracket of people. Since most of them were new money, he had a great deal of prestige amongst them.

He was also rather different from most of his peers. He was a towering man, 6"3' tall, with a solid, well kept build gained from his time in Her Majesty's Army as an Officer in the Infantry. He served his time in some of the more nastier fights within the Empire, and had two scars to prove it. One to his right chest just below the collarbone as well as a long noticeable scar that ran from his elbow to his wrist on his left arm. His hair was still a deep brown, as well as eyes as blue as sapphires. He was genial to his friends and people he met in the numerous social circles he traveled in. But none of the women he had met attracted him enough to take for a wife. Not that there was a shortage of women willing to sell themselves to be Mrs Archibald Reynolds.

But it was at one of the parties hosted by one of the new money set he had been invited to that he learned something interesting. Jacob MacLeod, son of a wealthy miner, had invited Archibald and a small number of friends to celebrate his newest acquisition. Archibald knew little of Jacob, apart from that he held the most influence over the new money set. So, curiosity won out, and he attended the exclusive celebration.

There were eight of them all up, and a light meal was served with the associated small talk that such events had. Finally, the meal completed, Jacob led his guests to the upstair section of the house, his excitement barely containable.

"Now, gentlemen, I hope that you appreciate my acquisition as much as I do." He pushed open the door into what was a bedroom. The seven guests entered looking a little confused until they saw her. A naked woman, lying on the floor at the end of the bed, chained to the bed with a collar about her neck.

"Stand!" She leapt to he feet at the sound of Jacob's voice. He golden hair was flung back from her face. She was of average height, but with a well rounded body. Archibald, along with the rest, murmured approving noises. One of the other guests asked the question everyone wanted to know.

"Is she your slave?"

"Yes. Isn't she a good find? I must say, that she is excellent in pleasing a man. Well, at pleasing me, which is all that matters, isn't that right, girl?"

"Yes, Master." she spoke quickly and firmly.

"Well, tonight, you'll have many masters. Some or all of these men will be your master tonight."

"Yes, Master."

"Now, gents, anyone interested in trying her out, take but one ball from the jar. The number will tell you what order you'll be in." Three of the guests all but ran to the jar, each taking a number. Archibald looked at the girl, and felt himself stir. That was enough for him, he walked over and took a number. Only four of them decided to take up Jacob's offer.

"Who has the lowest number?" Jacob asked.

"Four." "Seven." "Five."

"Two," Archibald said. Everyone else left the room.


Archibald left the room, adjusting the last little bits of his suit as the next guest entered to have his turn. Archibald walked over to Jacob, and shook his hand.

"She is quite a find, Jacob. Thank you for sharing her with me. But, where did you find her? Could you introduce me to these enterprising merchants?"

Jacob nodded and smiled.

 

[SyntheticXSins]

Just how long it had been thus far, she didn't know. Minutes, hours, days could have passed, and she probably wouldn't have taken much of an interest in it at all. Hunger was nothing to her anymore; she was well used to the feeling. Nor was she able to tell the time of day by the sun's position. From where they had her chained, the only thing she could see was the stocks, which the vendor of this particular section of the market would put men and women on something near sickening exhibition.

Riza was disgusted with it all.

Once, maybe twice, the market keep had thrown a bucket of cold water on Riza's limp form. Not daring to come close enough to touch her, but enough to make sure his guards hadn't done any real harm; she was still an asset to him; even if she would come back within the next week due to her behavior, she made him money none the less.

It was a bit of a shame, a waste, her previous masters would state. Such a pretty little thing, unbroken and full of rebellion. It was no wonder she was such a hot ticket. Perhaps it was the thrill of trying to break something untamable; untouchable. Nevertheless, the young little submissive met every new master, every new man or woman that would take her under their wing head on. None had made her budge an inch...yet.

The shackles on her wrists ached, her ankles were numb and prickling from the neglect of movement that they recently have received. Her head hurt, and there was a dark bruise around her neck from her struggling against her collar which had her attached to the wall.

If nothing else; this was hell on earth.

The screams and moans of the other men and women around her snapped her back from any sweet bit of sleep she might have hoped to get, not to mention, the market keep did a good enough job of keeping her on her toes. This rat infested trap...as much as she loathed being taken in by another master or mistress, she loathed the fact that she was stuck in this hell hole that much more.

There really was no way she could win.

With a quiet little sigh, she let her head fall back to rest against the rough surface of the stone wall at her back, her eyes staring up to the thatched ceiling above. Her long, dark tresses fell over her shoulders, a few stray strands still clinging to her chest, doing a better job of covering her flesh then the rags she had been given. Not that she really cared about that all that much either; no one in this business had any shame, not to mention decency. Why should she bother herself with bodily appearance?

This was her mindset. This was her day-to-day life. Nothing changed, nothing mattered. It was just her trying to numb herself; block out the rest of this hellish world. Though, as cynical as she seemed, she couldn't help but yearn for some shred of hope....Even if it would never come.

 

[marauder13]

The following day, Archibald and Jacob met up and Jacob took him to the market where his merchant friend operated.

"Are you sure we will be fine entering such a market place?" Archibald asked. He was not concerned, or scared, just wary.

"We'll be fine, old boy. Many people from our part of society come here to do their shopping. And the merchant knows how to deliver the goods in a manner that is discrete. They allow a few days for the new owner to make preparations, if need be. You do have somewhere secure that you can keep her?"

"Yes, for the time being. Until I get her proper quarters prepared."

"Good man. I also hope you have the right tools available too. Some of them are a little fiesty. I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll lend you some until you stock up yourself. My girl doesn't need them as often, and I know of other ways of disciplining her."

The two walked in comfortable silence through the throng of middle and lower class people. Good to his word, the locals took no notice of the two well dressed men. Finally, they arrived at a non-descript door when Jacob knocked. The door opened a fraction, before opening wider to allow the two men passage.

"Ah, Jacob, welcome back. I hope that little blonde is what you wanted?"

"Yes, Paul, she is exactly what I wanted. Now, I have a new customer for you. Archibald, this is Paul. He is the merchant I told you about. Archibald is a man of good standing and position. He is well aware of what he is going to do. I trust him, as I believe you can too."

Paul looked Archibald over with a keen eye. He traced him all over, and focused on his face a lot. Then, after a few minutes of staring , he smiled and extended his hand.

"Welcome, Archibald, to my humble shop. Please give me a minute or two to get some of my stock ready for you be look over. I am sure that you will find one to your fancy."

Paul turned and entered the back area, his muffled voice clearly issuing orders.

 

[SyntheticXSins]

There was a tiny bell that hung over the large oak door that made up the entrance to the market. Riza sat chained right across from it. True, there was a throng of chains, cages, and bodies that separated her from the door, but none the less, she enjoyed watching the men and women come and go. How she envied them all.

In the middle of a dazed slumber, Riza's ears picked up on that little bell, through all the screams and tortured moans of the men and women around her, that little tinkering brought them all to a nervous silence. Riza even bothered to open an eye, simply to look over who would grace them with their presence today.

There were two men; both extremely well dressed, so there would be no dropping off of a slave from this one. One man was tall, thin, and carried a cane. He wasn't old, though, he wasn't terribly young either. Long blond hair framed his pale visage. She had seen that one in here before; he had to have at least five women in his household by now.

The other, standing next to the blond, was new. Dark brown tresses cascaded down around his broad shoulders. He was a bit taller then the other man, a bit younger as well, perhaps by five years. As the two men conversed with the market keep, Riza found herself glowering at the two of them, looking them over with a distasteful scowl painted across her otherwise soft features.

It was amusing to see the market keep bend over backwards for the customers that came into this part of the market. It wasn't a moment too soon before he had his best slaves all lined up for the two men to choose from; like a child in a sweets shop. The way half these men drooled over the slaves that the market keep brought before them; it was no wonder that a picture such as that could be so easily drawn.

The market keep had brought out four women and lined them all before the two men. One was around 5'8", medium build, though there was near to no muscle mass. She was blond, and perhaps in her mid-twenties. The second was a bit shorter then the first, perhaps 5'3". Long red hair hung down around her shoulders, freckles spotted the bridge of her nose, framing light green eyes. She was thin, though not unattractively thin, there was enough to grab a hold of if need be. Not to mention wide hips; good for breeding. She looked to be about seventeen. The last two were twins. They couldn't be any older then twelve. Both oriental, black, straight hair. Around 5'2" they stood, their almond skin glistening with sweat in the scotching summer heat that this building seemed to collect ever so well.

Riza figured the Oriental twins would be the first to go. Innocence was ever so alluring after all.

Sighing, Riza let her head hit the back of the stone wall once more. A light sheen of sweat clung to her flesh, the scent of everyone else around her made her near swoon, though, she wasn't complaining, it could be worse....not by much, but it could be worse.

Slowly, Riza raised her gaze, now fully attentive, to the two men. She wanted to see just who would grab their interest; see if she was correct about the set of twins.

Human trafficking was so horridly amusing.

 

[marauder13]

Reynolds watched in curiousity as the merchant brought out four slaves for him to choose from. Reynolds looked over at Jacob, his expression dark and questioning. "This may be the best he has on offer right now."

"I would certainly want to hope so, because if he has better out back, I will be most angry with him. And I am sure none of us would like that. I know that slaves on the market would not be in prime condition but this..."

He walked over to stand in front of the blonde. He expression took on a tone of disgust as he looked at the pile of skin and bones that was before him. He was seriously afraid to touch her for fear that she would break in two. It would take too long for her to regain condition enough to be of any use to him.

He looked at the next one, a redhead. She was much shorter than the blonde, but in better condition, though that did not mean much. She had good wide hips, which also meant that she would be good to have sex with. Again, once she was fed up enough.

The remaining two were Orientals, and he looked closer at them and found that they were twins. But they had not yet started to develop. The thought of being offered children for sex did not go over well. Had they looked like women, or had developed breasts at least, he might have considered them.

As he stood up straight, there was a slight glint of light from the far end of the room. Reynolds focused on the location, letting his eyes adjust to the gloom he was peering into. He could make out what looked like a person against the wall.

"What about that one there?" He pointed to the body huddled on the floor. Pointing to Riza. "Bring that one out and let me look at her. She cant be any worse than those you've already shown me."

 

[SyntheticXSins]

The market keep followed the man's gaze, and quickly, his own eyes snapped back rather sternly. "That one isn't for sale." He said in a rushed manner, his head shaking gently for emphasis. The old man's gaze was quickly softened though, just as his eyes met those of Reynold's. With a bit of a surprised cough, he stammered with his next few words.

"What...I mean to say is that...she's not best for a man just coming into this lifestyle. Not even some of my most experienced customers have gotten her to break." With a bit of a disappointed sigh, he looked back to the stone cold face of Reynolds. "I wouldn't want her to cause you or your household harm."

When the old man saw none of this was getting through to him, he let out another dejected sigh, shaking his head, his large and grabbing for the keys that hung on a hook behind a large counter on the wall. "Follow me, sirs." He said softly, trotting down the pathway that lead between the cages and chains that held in the other men and women. "By all means, if you see something else that interests you, just stop me." He said in an all-too-hopeful tone.

As the three of them came to stop in front of her, Riza raised her head, a light, mischievous little grin coming across her lips. "What cha' got for me now, old man?" She asked in a raspy voice, her lower lip cracked, caked over with a bit of blood from the beating she had taken from the guards. It still stung when she spoke, most likely from not opening her mouth since the guards had done their damage.

Looking over to Reynolds, she scoffed, her light green eyes taking in his full form. "You I've never seen here before." She said with a grin. "Must be new...Your friend's been here quite a few times." She continued, motioning to the man at Reynold's side, the blond. "Must tell you, he has a horrid taste in women.....even a worse taste in men."

With a loud smack, the market-keeps hand struck Riza's cheek, casting her head violently off to the side. There was still a grin painted across her lips, her shoulders shaking lightly in something near a laugh. "Now now." She purred, looking back up to the three men shamelessly. "Was that really all that necessary....?"

With a glare, the market keep snapped his gaze from Riza, to Reynolds. "There, you've seen her, now does that quell your curiosity? Or do you wish to stand around this bitch much longer?"

 

[marauder13]

Reynolds listened to the man's attempts to dissuade him from his choice in girl. But Reynolds held true to his course of action, and the man relented. With an obvious sign of 'here we go again', he led Reynolds and Jacob deeper into the den of merchandise.

The one Reynolds saw had been beaten recently, as could be attested by the broken lip. She looked up at him, and he could see the fire within her eyes. She had been victorious in battle before, and with it came the confidence to go into battle again. Even after her smart talk earned her a beating, she still talked back.

"There, you've seen her, now does that quell your curiosity? Or do you wish to stand around this bitch much longer?"

"For a merchant, you do not treat your customers well." Reynolds squatted down, taking a closer look at her. Her green eyes looked back at him defiantly. She had done this many times before, he could tell. Her black hair was lank, but with a good wash would come up well he suspected.

To everyone's surprise, he put his hands under her armpits, and lifted her to her feet. He even turned enough that the kick she aimed at him merely glanced off his leg. He roughly pushed her back against the wall, and gauged her height and weight. She was around 5'2" to 5'5" tall, and had a good weight on her. Better than the others he had been shown.

He left go of her, but then took a hold of her chin, tilting her head up. He cleared away her hair and had a good look at her face. She was pretty, or at least would look pretty once the marks faded.

He stood back, and watched her as she slumped to the ground, the defiance still evident in her entire pose. If he took her, it would be an all or nothing venture. He would master her, or he would kill her. She would have no further victories. But he had fought those who had never been beaten. And they had been beaten. She would be no different.

He turned to the merchant.

"How much for her?"

 

[SyntheticXSins]

The Merchant nodded gently to Reynolds, sighing softly. "I mean no offense to you, sir. I just know how this one works..." He muttered, motioning over to Riza. "She's a horrid creature, Not quite worth the money I spend to keep her alive." He continued, watching as Reynolds struggled with her. Though, for once the struggle was with Riza, not the man trying to touch her.

As he picked her up, Riza's glare stayed perfectly locked on his visage, her figure lurching forward suddenly as she aimed a kick right between his thighs. Though, to no avail, the chains on her ankle kept her leg from moving too far, and thus, along with a dodge from Reynolds, Riza's blow merely tapped his shin.

With a rather pained growl, Riza let the man tilt her head up to examine her, her figure squirming lightly against her own bindings, each little movement ushering some sort of displeasured sound from her lips. It wasn’t long before Reynolds had turned back to the market keep, asking him how much he wanted for her.

Riza scoffed. It was this part that bothered her most; the part where they bartered and hackled over human life. It was shameful. Slowly, she let her figure sink back to the ground, shaking her head gently, her arms still hanging above her head, her figure squirming lightly underneath the cold metal.

As the two discussed what Reynolds would pay, Riza let her mind wander. The market keep would probably name some outrageous price….In hopes that he would be spared the embarrassment of having his shops reputation smudged by her yet again.

Maybe this time, the man would take the market keeps word.

….Then again, did they ever?

 

[marauder13]

Reynolds made sure that he could see Jacob when the Merchant spoke his price. Jacob's reaction was surprised, followed by a slight frown. Reynolds read that to be a high price. While he was unaware of the standing rates for a slave, he understood the the general principles of haggling in the market. Since the price was higher than was 'normal', Reynolds went even lower. After the initial exchange, the process fell into the time honoured process of offer and counter offer. Reynolds was shrewd with the merchant, knowing that the man was eager to rid himself of the slave, but he was wanting to turn a profit on the deal.

Eventually, they reached a price that the merchant reluctantly agreed too. Jacob's eyebrows went up on the agreement, shaking his head and smiling to his friend.

"Remind me never to go up against you in a business transaction or market deal. That was ruthless."

"He offended me, so that's how he will pay for his lack of politeness." Reynolds turned back to look at his newest purchase. His smile was devoid of any emotion.

"Now, girl, you are mine. Together, we will learn a lot. You will learn what it is to be owned by a master, and I will learn about owning a slave. Keep thinking that you have beaten me already, girl. Savour those thoughts for as long as you can. For you will not win."

Reynolds walked back to the front part of the establishment and settled his account with the Merchant.

"You can deliver her to my abode, I have been told. This is where she is to be delivered, and when. If she is damaged any further than I have seen, I will extract suitable recompense from you. Do I make myself clear?" Reynolds handed him a small slip of paper.

"She will be no worse than she is now. Though the healthier she is, the worse she shall be."

"Never mind. No more damage to my property, do you understand?" His voice dropped lower.

"Understood, sir. She shall be delivered at the desired time at the desired place. It's been a pleasure doing business with you."

"I'm sure it has been for you." Reynolds turned and walked out into the greater market proper.

"Now, my dear friend, you'll need some essential equipment before she arrives. There just so happens to be a merchant who sells what you'll need. Over this way."

 

[SyntheticXSins]

The next few hours to pass held nothing new for Riza. It was the same treatment, same faces, only they weren't kicking her when they passed her by. She found it rather pathetic, how she flinched away from them, curling up upon herself out of routine.

She guessed it was very early in the morning when she finally fell asleep, for, it seemed only a few minutes had passed, when the bone chilling water hit her next to naked form. She made no sound, no bark of disapproval; she simply glared up to the market keep through her now drenched, limp hair. This was new. Usually, her wake-up call was much more....abrupt.

"What's the special occasion?" She finally mused as she watched the man fumble for the ring of keys attached to his belt at his side, digging around for the key to her own shackles. Rather awkwardly, he grabbed for her leash that lay at the back of her neck, unlocking that first, tugging it briskly from the wall. He only grunted, letting this serve as an answer to her question as he went about his work. Of course, this did nothing to satisfy her.

"He paid you off?" She continued, leaning her head forward, obeying for now. "Made sure he wasn't getting damaged goods." She nearly spat, her eyes narrowing as she tilted her head up, grinning, her teeth aligned in a sinister smirk. "Guess this means I can push you without an ounce of consequence, doesn't it, old man?" She prodded, giggling inwardly to herself. This was muffled by the sound of clinking chains that occupied the shop-keep’s hands, his plump form bending at the knees to free her ankles of their shackles. This, the man was smart enough to do at her side, ensuring she wouldn’t kick him. She felt, at times, as if she was handled more like a temperamental horse, rather then a woman.

It wasn’t long before she was nearly free, save for the ends of the leash, and the chains that bound her wrists being in the man’s thick hands.

Still, she received no reaction, no answer, no witty retort. To say the least, it wiped the smirk of her visage almost immediately, the devilish grin replaced by a glare, un-amused to say the least. "You disappoint me, old man." She muttered under her breath, just as she was—rather unceremoniously – ripped from the wall by her shackles. In fact, she barely had time to jump to her feet before she was being led to the back of the shop.

The two forms disappeared behind the heavy, filthy old door that served as a passage between the two rooms. She could feel the sullen gaze of the other men and women, still shackled in the mid-morning heat, boring into her spine. It was a sickening feeling, and when the door finally closed behind her, a sense of relief washed over her.

This short break wasn’t long lived, though.

As soon as she stepped through the door, the pieces of cloth that served to cover her were ripped from the rest of her, leaving her mouth agape and wide-eyed. She had next to no time to reply to this change before she was pinned down once more, hands behind her back, head held to the table, legs restrained as two or three unnoticed women went about their work dressing the girl. This all took less then a few moments, before the shocked and bewildered Riza was released once more. Blinking a few times, she shook her head, looking over to a rather small woman who stood at her side, the girl smiling rather pleasantly. Of course, Riza met this with a raised and ruffled brow, just before she looked down, gazing at her new garments. In a matter of moments, the small army of women had been able to strip her of her earlier coverings, replacing the tattered cloth with a white corset, gold ribbon laced through the eyelets that aligned her spine, a new collar, ankle braces (which she was sure doubled as some sort of restraint), and a white undergarment, which she was surprised to find hid very little.

To say the very least, Riza was growing more and more disgusted as the day wore on.


It was around early evening when they loaded her into the back of a darkly painted carriage, lead by two black horses, and a driver who, Riza was sure, had seen better days. She heard the distant voice of the shop keep speaking with the elderly driver, giving him directions, though; Riza let these few tidbits of information drift by, not really caring to hear where she was being taken.

It was only when the carriage lurched forward, did Riza allow her posture to slouch, her figure slowly moving to lie across the bench she sat upon, rocking with the give and pull of the horses. She could try to pry the doors open, though, she was sure it was of no use, they were bolted and securely locked from the outside; there was no running now.


By the time Riza was awoke by the sharp pain of her figure hitting the floor of the carriage, due to a sudden halt, darkness had fallen. Her slender form lay on the hard wooden floor of the carriage for a moment, just before looking up to the sound of the locks being lifted from the door outside, the soft, golden light of a candle streaming into the dark cab as the door opened.

“Is this her?” The voice asked, the man who stood before her faceless in the dark as she squinted against the light. “Who else were you expecting?” She retorted, her fingertips gently rubbing her eye. With a scoff, Riza was pulled from the cab of the carriage by her leash, gagging quietly from the abrupt tug.

She was painstakingly led up a flight of cold stone stairs to the estate that she had been purchased for. The mansion loomed in the distance, cloaked by the darkness of night, the moon not even daring to shine. It was ominous, to say the least, though, she couldn’t help but stare as she struggled to walk in her own pace whilst being led by….whoever this man was.

With the loud creak of a door, she was shoved into the lobby of the large estate, her footfalls soft and quick as she stumbled on the marble floor, the sound of the chains that bound both her wrists together, and her leash, hitting the ground.

Standing in candle lit silence, Riza looked about her. The grand lobby was marked by two staircases, leading to the second floor, black and white marble flooring and decoration, cast in gold and silver. Clearly, no expense had been spared in the construction of this magnificent fortress. And clearly, Riza was impressed, the blank, and awed expression on her visage was proof enough of that.

 

[marauder13]

Jacob led Reynolds to the other merchant who owned a substantial premises within the marketplace. Reynolds took note of the place and it's location. He knew that he would be returning at some later stage to acquire more equipment.

"Master Jacob," a throaty, husky feminine voice reacted to their arrival. When the owner finally appeared, Reynolds was actively looking for her rather than looking at her wares. She was a woman of average height, her deep brown hair flecked with lines of silver. Her face was once pretty, but age had not been kind to it. She wore a modest dress, one that made the best of her well padded body.

"What can I do for you, my good friend?" She gave Jacob a kiss on the cheek before turning to look at Reynolds. The friendly twinkle in her eye disappeared, and he saw the merchant in her shine through. He bore up to her scrutiny, his expression unchanged until she wore her happy face once more. "I guess that you have brought me a new customer?" She approached Reynolds, bobbing slightly before him. "Good day, Sir. I am Annabelle."

Reynolds took Annabelle's hand in his, lifting it to his lips, brushing the back with the lightest of kisses. "Hello, Annabelle, my name is Reynolds. It is a pleasure to meet you." He let the hand go softly and politely. "I am here to outfit myself with the minimum needs for owning a slave."

Annabelle smiled with a slight tilt of her head. "Of course. If you gentlemen will follow me, I will happily supply you with the bare essentials." She led the two men through the remainder of the room. Reynolds ignored the various devices and implements on display, and focused on the owner of the store.

"Now, we wont need to worry about a collar or leash right now. She will be supplied with each. Some means of securing her, and of course discipline." Annabelle moved about efficiently returning with some chains, bracelets, two different styles of whips. The chains were light, but sturdy. The bracelets looked like they would fit the slave's wrists and ankles with ease. But Reynold's attention was focused heavily on the whips. One was a standard whip, as those used in the British Army, while the other looked like a modified Cat-o-Nine-Tails. The second one was devoid of the metallic tips, and the straps were a little broader than normal.

"There is more that we can outfit you with, Sir, but for starters this is enough to deal with your immediate needs. As you grow into your ownership, then we can get you anything else you might need."

"Thank you, Mistress Annabelle. This will be fine to start with." They agreed on a price, and the two men left the market place.

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He had returned to his home, and informed his staff as to the newest member of the household to arrive.

"This woman is a slave. Currently, she has no name. She is a troublesome woman, though that will not be of any concern to any of you. She is mine and mine alone. Anyone found doing anything with her will be dismissed immediately, and I will ensure that you will not be employed in a similar manner anywhere else.

"You will show her the respect due of a woman of a maid's station. You will also inform me of any infractions on her part. Are there any questions at this stage?"

Every one remained silent, after a minute Reynolds dismissed them. However, his butler, Hamilton, remained. He approached Reynolds and waited until he received the non verbal permission to speak.

"Sir, where will the young lady be staying? Shall I prepare a room for her?"

"I am having her current room prepared as we speak. However, in the mean time, have the room in the northern wing prepared for her. She has a medium build, and stands about this tall," Reynolds held his hand up to give Hamilton a good indication of her height. "Find something simple for her to wear. I have no idea of what attire she will have upon her arrival, so I would prefer to have something on hand just in case."

"Of course, Sir. I shall see to it straight away."

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"They have arrived, Sir."

"Thank you, Hamilton. You know what to do."

"Yes, Sir."

Reynolds started walking to the lobby where he would see his latest purchase. Before he reached the lobby, Hamilton approached him and handed over a small ring of keys, before going back to his other duties. Reynolds put the keys into a pocket. He arrived to see her standing silently, her eyes slowly taking in the surrounds. He looked over her, noting that his estimate of her height was fairly correct. The clothing that she was dressed in gave her figure more definition. She still needed to be properly groomed, but her potential was good. She would be a beautiful woman after she was better fed and better treated. But those were still subject to the wills of Fate.

"Hello Slave. Welcome to my home. This is where you will live while you serve my needs." Reynolds walked over to where she stood, casually reaching out to take the chains and leash in his hand. "Follow me, Slave."

Without waiting for her to respond, Reynolds led her up the stairs to the upper balcony, turning and heading down a rather plain hall. He set a pace he was comfortable with, leaving it to his slave to keep pace with him. He stopped outside a door, opening it and walking through.

It was a well appointed bedroom. The room was dominated by a four poster bed, with the covers already turned down. A small, well covered fire place supplied the room with warmth. Lying on the bed was an iron gray dress. Reynolds brought the woman's wrists up, quickly unlocking them from the shackles.

"Put on the dress, Slave. We are going to have some dinner, and it would not be seemly for you to dine attired like that." Reynolds let go of her leash, allowing her to move freely and get dressed.

 

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After the two men left her, she was immediately grabbed, rather roughly from her shackles, and taken to the back of the shop. The corridor was long and dark, lit only by candles that hung on either sides of the walls, alternating every few feet. She had been through all of this before, it was no real surprise; She knew what awaited her, and honestly, was alright. Throughout the life of being given away, she loved this part of the process the most.

When the corridor broke, the scent of flowers and oils that she could not identify filled her senses, making her a bit sleepy and lulling her into something near relaxation. If it wasn’t the exotic oils and warmth of the room then it surely was having the shackles removed that put her at ease.

She was then shoved into the center of the wonderfully thick air, a door shutting tight behind her. There was a large pool that laid in the center of the room, thick with fog and lingering perfume.

In the pool was an older woman, her face sunken with old age and worry. She seemed frail, but by no means was she. She had to strain to sit up from the step on which she perched herself in the pool, but, with enough effort she stood, back straight.

“So you found yourself here again, did you?” She called, the old woman’s sparkling green eyes chipper and cheery, contradicting the stern voice. “I thought the last man who took you would have gotten through that thick skull of yours!”

Riza smiled, laughing softly and shaking her head as she stripped herself of what little clothes she had on, wading into the pool slowly, breathing in deeply the scent of flowers and exotic oils. “No.” She replied, smirking. “He was as pathetic as the others.”

The old woman went about washing Riza’s hair, massaging her shoulders with oil that smelled close to vanilla or lavender. The old woman was the slave of the man who ran this horrid hell hole. She was such a tender woman, Riza often wondered why or how she could put up with the beast of a man.

The two of them sat in silence for some time, Riza simply relaxing and enjoying the pampering. It was only too soon that the old woman’s hands stopped, slowly slipping to her hips in a ‘Now-listen-here-young-lady’ pose. “I don’t want to see you back here again, Riza.” She reprimanded. “Your buggy is here and waiting outside, the clothes I’ve picked for you are waiting in the next room.”

Riza nodded, standing slowly, taking in a deep sigh. “I can’t promise you an-“

“Don’t promise me anything!” The old woman said sternly. “Do something for me! I don’t want to see you here again, you understand? Let this old lady die peacefully!” With that, the two laughed, Riza turning to hug the woman who, admittingly was a good four inches shorter then her.

“Alright Elsie” Riza said, turning and grabbing a towel, walking into the spare room.

The room was shut tight, just like the other, but much colder. There was a guard waiting, back facing the door. The doors lead outside. Riza could see the dark carriage waiting. To say the least, she was reluctant to dress, though, eventually did, hair still a bit moist from being in the humid air.

She knocked at the door when she was ready, and immediately was cuffed and chained once more. She didn’t fight it. There was no use in fighting it.

The ride to the manor was uneventful. She sat in the back of the carriage, watching the scenery pass her through the barred window. To her side sat a guard, whom she imagined belonged to her new master.

She shivered at the thought of having a new one.

When the carriage finally came to a stop, she was pulled from the carriage, into the entrance of the manor. It was nothing but dark solid wood and white marble. To say the least she felt under dressed.

It wasn’t long before her master arrived. Her chains were handed over to him, and she simply stood there, a glare on her visage, watching him like a caged tiger, filled with malice and given the chance, ready to pounce.

Each time she heard the word ‘Slave’ slip from his lips she wanted to scream. It wasn’t until he addressed her for the last time that she spoke up.

“I have a name!!” She nearly yelled, staring down her shackles to the man, her eyes filled with hatred.