Mistriss_Isis
His Pet
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- Apr 29, 2004
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ooc: I got this idea from the wonderfully erotic Sleeping beauty books by Ann Rice, if you've red them join, if you havent, join as well, I'm only taking the main Idea from it, your own characters please. And please not all Slaves, anyone can bid on a slave, a noble or a peasent. And no one liners or you will be asked to leave.
We had been bad slaves. Sold to the Queen by our families we were all royalty. But titles were stripped away when one entered the court of the queen. No clothes were worn and the queen in her beauty and cruelness doled us out to her court for their pleasure. There we learned to submit, to serve ourMaster and Mistress' every order. We took pride in being perfect. But they would torture us. Exquisite torture, the kind which one began to crave. The hall of punishments we were put on display but we were bathed and slept in warm chambers. But then, their were those of us who disobeyed so completely, our will's were never broken. Every year those ones who were rebeled were 'rewarded' for such an act.
We were actioned off at the village Market.
We were pushed in together in a hall walled wooden cart, all of us naked, most of us weeping. Our hands were bound at our necks, leather bit's between our lips. We sobbed and shuddered thinking of what torture could lay ahead of us. We were only sold for the summer, then we would be hearded back to the palace and would surely see the error of our ways.
I am Princess Anaka, I disobeyed my Mistress and Master , I had fought back after being taken from my family. My raven hair had shilelded my breasts, my buttocks red from the constant whipping of the gaurds. I could hear the roar of the crowd as they pulled us roughly from the stopped cart and begin to herd us through the gates.
We had been bad slaves. Sold to the Queen by our families we were all royalty. But titles were stripped away when one entered the court of the queen. No clothes were worn and the queen in her beauty and cruelness doled us out to her court for their pleasure. There we learned to submit, to serve ourMaster and Mistress' every order. We took pride in being perfect. But they would torture us. Exquisite torture, the kind which one began to crave. The hall of punishments we were put on display but we were bathed and slept in warm chambers. But then, their were those of us who disobeyed so completely, our will's were never broken. Every year those ones who were rebeled were 'rewarded' for such an act.
We were actioned off at the village Market.
We were pushed in together in a hall walled wooden cart, all of us naked, most of us weeping. Our hands were bound at our necks, leather bit's between our lips. We sobbed and shuddered thinking of what torture could lay ahead of us. We were only sold for the summer, then we would be hearded back to the palace and would surely see the error of our ways.
I am Princess Anaka, I disobeyed my Mistress and Master , I had fought back after being taken from my family. My raven hair had shilelded my breasts, my buttocks red from the constant whipping of the gaurds. I could hear the roar of the crowd as they pulled us roughly from the stopped cart and begin to herd us through the gates.