Slaves of the Swan

Cass gasped as the ice cold water splashed against her naked back.  The matronly woman threw a bar of soap at her.  It splashed in the cold water on the shwoer room floor.  

"Clean yourself up girl.  And hurry now."  

Cass knelt down and picked up the bar of soap.  

One day I'll kill you all.  

She began to scrub herself, keenly aware of the eyes of the matron and the servant girls upon her naked body.  This wasn't the time to get angry though.  This was the time to put on the uncomprehending face of herded cattle.  Don't let them know how much you hate them.  Don't look them in the eyes, don't let them see how far you'd go.  She was Cass, the dumb slave girl, who had no aspirations or thoughts of rebellion.  

After she was covered in soapy froth, another bucket of cold water was poured on her, and she was led, naked and dripping, out the door of the shower house.  The wind was ice upon her skin, and she had to suppress a bout of violent shivering.  

The path to the Camp Gemini auction house was short, and as they approached she saw a number of Cygnan aristocrats walking towards the door.  They gave her a look she often got, undressing her with their eyes, although at this point they didn't need to bother.  

Cass put a little spring in her step so that her naked breasts bounced, but kept the stupid, doe-eyed expression on her face.  Youthful and sexy, but passive and feeble-minded.  She was gonna be sold either way, it wouldn't hurt for them to bid a bit higher for her.  A richer master might treat her better.  If he didn't, well, then she would fuck him silly, wait until he was asleep, and slit his throat.  

They led her through a backdoor into the auction-house.  Inside the dark backroom other naked teenagers stared at the ground, waiting to be sold.  She couldn't see Aldric.  

To her surprise they led her straight through the backroom up a flight of stairs, away from the main auction house stage.  Her wet feet squeaked across the hardwoord floors.  They crossed a hall and directed her into a sizable room, devoid of any furniture except a small table and a few chairs off in a corner.  An entire wall was taken up by a picture window.  Aldric stood in the center of the room, as naked as she was.  His wet hair hung limply, and she could see he had gained a new bruise on his cheek since she'd seen him last.  

A few feet away stood two men in the regal dress of Cygnan nobility.  The taller one was in his mid thirties, with black, slicked-back hair and a carefree expression on his face.  He eagerly drank her in as she entered, but when she stopped to stand beside Aldric, he turned his gaze back to the naked boy.  

The second man was slightly shorter and a great deal older.  His suit was threadbare, and his snow white hair was untidy.  He was always quick to agree with the younger man whenever he was asked anything, but Cass noted that the older man put on a bored scowl whenever the other wasn't looking.  

"So, these are the twins of Camp Gemini!" the taller man began.  "I wonder, Hector, which one is Castor and which one is Pollux?"  

He chuckled heartily at his own joke.  Hector smiled and replied, "Very clever my prince."  

"Of course," the Prince continued, "the original Gemini were both boys."  He strode over to Cass.  "You are not, unless I am much mistaken."  

The Prince ran his soft hands over her breasts, and rubbed her crotch several times.  He pulled his hands away and said, "No, definitely not." He rubbed his hands together.  "Lord almighty girl, you're cold as ice!" He chuckled.  "You know you'll never get into a man's bed acting cold."  

"My lord?" Cass asked stupidly.  

The Prince laughed again.  "Well, better that she's not too hot-blooded, eh Hector?"  He turned his gaze back to Aldric.  

Thats right, I'm just a vapid little slave girl.  I'm just as stupid as you say slaves are.  Take no notice, and you'll never see the knife coming.  

The older man, Hector, turned and looked at her.  She was sure she hadn't shown any emotion, but even so, his beady, mistrustful eyes swept over her.  She looked away.  

Beside her the Prince was evaluating Aldric, her "brother."  He ran his hands up and down Aldric's chest and over his arms.  Then he grabbed Aldric's cock, small from the cold, and began to massage it in his hand.  Aldric stared at the opposite wall, furious.  

"Oh yes, Hector, no doubt this one is a boy.  One out of two isn't bad."  

The Prince continued to stroke Aldric's member.  His cock was growing, despite Aldric's efforts to ignore the man.  The Prince's face was uncomfortably close to Aldric's, and he stared straight at him, smiling at the boy's discomfort.  

"Look at me, boy," the Prince said.  Aldric refused to meet the Prince's eyes.  

"LOOK AT ME!" the Prince shouted, in a strangled shriek which reminded Cass of a child's tantrum.  

The instant Aldric turned towards the Prince, the man planted his lips on Aldric's.  Aldric stood there, eyes wide with shock, as the Prince's tongue was shoved into his mouth.  The man's hand was moving faster now, and Cass could see that Aldric was now fully erect.  A flush was creeping up his neck and cheeks, and she could hear his breath getting heavier through his nose.  After a moment Aldric groaned, and the Prince pulled away, wiping his mouth on his hand.  

"Easy there boy," he said, smirking.  "Wouldn't want you to get my clothes dirty."  

Aldric was panting, and some drool was running down his chin.  His cock was still hard and quivering, begging for release.  Aldric stared down at the ground, ashamed that another man got him to the edge of climax.  

"Well, Hector, what do you think of them?"  

"It seems my prince is very pleased with them already.  They would make a fine addition to your chattel."  

"You're quite right, as always Hector," the Prince agreed.  "Of course, I already have so many slaves, and yet you have none, Hector!  I'd like to give you the opportunity to purchase them."  

"My prince is kind, but my needs are met at the moment," the older man dodged.  I should hate to take them from you when you seem to enjoy them so much."  

"You know Hector," the Prince replied, in a quiet tone, voice full of hidden meaning.  "You've been an aristocrat for several years now, and you seem to avoid owning slaves at every opportunity.  Some are beginning to wonder whether the Cygnan empire truly holds your alleigance.  Perhaps you do not share the same ideals we do, Hector?"  

Hector chuckled uncomfortably.  "My prince knows the extent of my loyalty to the Cygnan empire.  It is very kind of you to offer the two of them to me, I believe I will purchase them."  

At once the taller man was all smiles again.  "Wonderful, Hector!  I know you'll enjoy them!"  He turned to the matron who had been watching from the door.  "My friend here will purchase them.  Dress them and take them to my ship."