Little One 2
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
Views:
8,321
Reviews:
40
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
the first road
New chapter. YAY! Next chapter will be up next week, or when/if I recieve 10 reviews. Whichever comes first.
I do plan on taking this up in earnest again; I have missed writing.
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When the passed the first stage, she did notice. She noticed in a very big way the set of four young men standing shackled together behind a woman shouting at the top to the waiting crowd below.
In a wave of mixed fear and nostalgia which only worked to upset her stomach filled with strange foods, Jess watched the auction, frozen in her tracks. Camion’s arm tugged at her own, but she stayed rooted. He relented after a moment, and she felt his warm body engulf her in a hg as he said, “You know, we don’t have to go over here. I didn’t know if it would bother you.”
For the first time, she felt a hint of anger at the man. ‘Didn’t know if it would bother you?’ she grimaced, turning her face to the side so he wouldn’t see. It bothered her to see slaves everywhere around them. She wondered if they were as badly treated as she had been before Rene had found her and bought her for Kateri.
Would she be here now? Another nameless face among the crowds of slaves?
She looked along the street that they stood on, watching for a moment the customers that flitted from stage to stage, stopping to bid occasionally. They didn’t look evil, in fact, judging by the slaves on sale and the customers, Jess figured they were in a section for domestic slaves. They didn’t have the hardest lot, but still, it was slavery. Jess had always been a pleasure slave, and she did not think they had the worst lot either. But she had suffered, and if it hadn’t been for Kateri…
Kateri, who had vanished into the crowd as soon as she had arrived, unmarked by her status save for her crest, tucked under her cloak, was somewhere here. Kateri, who had rescued her… was she rescuing someone else, even now?
Jess’ fears roared up, but were quelled just as quickly by that thought. Kateri was a fair master, and any slaves she bought were going to a better life with a chance of freedom. Jess felt that she couldn’t detest any new slave for that reason alone. She couldn’t hate them, they were just like she had once been, and everyone deserved a chance for a better life.
Resolutely, with a calm born of her newfound logic, Jess turned in Camion’s arms and gave him a small smile. “Let’s go.”
He returned it and stepped back, tugging her along behind him.
She was more careful to note her surroundings this time, taking in each stage. Some were filled with many slaves, others very few, some had men, some women, some young, some old, every mixture of age, race, and physical type were represented.
They paused, Camion having caught sight of Rene, who was bidding on a young woman and her daughter. As they watched, jess felt Camion press close to her again.
“The old cook is retiring. She’s nearly seventy now; anyway, Rene was told to find a replacement.” He eyed the women on the stand speculatively. Domestic slaves worn atop their clothing a sash to represent what they were trained in, if anything, and how many years they had served in that position before. The woman in question wore a cooks yellow with fifteen green stripes. She was by no means the most experienced one there, but fifteen years was a significant amount of time, and she looked sturdy, steady, and level headed. Her daughter was maybe twenty, and she wore the pale lilac of a ladies maid. Five white stripes indicated her experience.
Jess watched as Rene coolly outbid each other person until finally a price for both was established. He smiled over his shoulder at them triumphantly and strode to the front booth to finish the deal.
“He can really work, and he loves this.”
“Why?” she asked. It was clear from his expression Rene did enjoy it, but why?
“Rene didn’t start out as a slave, he was the son of a… well, prostitute, really, and he grew up hoping for something else than a life of forced prostitution like his mother. He didn’t really get it; after all he was sold as a sex slave as soon as the matron of the whorehouse found a buyer. But now, he has some control. When Kat bought him, she educated him, gave him responsibilities and she didn’t treat him like a commodity. Have you noticed they way he treats all the other slaves? He takes pride in making them feel not only productive, but useful, not only to be valuable, but to be valued, not possessions, but persons. Secretly, I think he gets a kick out of surprising new slaves with how well he can treat them. They come expecting to be kicked, and instead he can show them a better world.”
He was smiling as he said the last, and her own mouth turned up at the corners in contemplation.
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KaS
Reviews welcome, constructive criticism welcome
I do plan on taking this up in earnest again; I have missed writing.
~~~
When the passed the first stage, she did notice. She noticed in a very big way the set of four young men standing shackled together behind a woman shouting at the top to the waiting crowd below.
In a wave of mixed fear and nostalgia which only worked to upset her stomach filled with strange foods, Jess watched the auction, frozen in her tracks. Camion’s arm tugged at her own, but she stayed rooted. He relented after a moment, and she felt his warm body engulf her in a hg as he said, “You know, we don’t have to go over here. I didn’t know if it would bother you.”
For the first time, she felt a hint of anger at the man. ‘Didn’t know if it would bother you?’ she grimaced, turning her face to the side so he wouldn’t see. It bothered her to see slaves everywhere around them. She wondered if they were as badly treated as she had been before Rene had found her and bought her for Kateri.
Would she be here now? Another nameless face among the crowds of slaves?
She looked along the street that they stood on, watching for a moment the customers that flitted from stage to stage, stopping to bid occasionally. They didn’t look evil, in fact, judging by the slaves on sale and the customers, Jess figured they were in a section for domestic slaves. They didn’t have the hardest lot, but still, it was slavery. Jess had always been a pleasure slave, and she did not think they had the worst lot either. But she had suffered, and if it hadn’t been for Kateri…
Kateri, who had vanished into the crowd as soon as she had arrived, unmarked by her status save for her crest, tucked under her cloak, was somewhere here. Kateri, who had rescued her… was she rescuing someone else, even now?
Jess’ fears roared up, but were quelled just as quickly by that thought. Kateri was a fair master, and any slaves she bought were going to a better life with a chance of freedom. Jess felt that she couldn’t detest any new slave for that reason alone. She couldn’t hate them, they were just like she had once been, and everyone deserved a chance for a better life.
Resolutely, with a calm born of her newfound logic, Jess turned in Camion’s arms and gave him a small smile. “Let’s go.”
He returned it and stepped back, tugging her along behind him.
She was more careful to note her surroundings this time, taking in each stage. Some were filled with many slaves, others very few, some had men, some women, some young, some old, every mixture of age, race, and physical type were represented.
They paused, Camion having caught sight of Rene, who was bidding on a young woman and her daughter. As they watched, jess felt Camion press close to her again.
“The old cook is retiring. She’s nearly seventy now; anyway, Rene was told to find a replacement.” He eyed the women on the stand speculatively. Domestic slaves worn atop their clothing a sash to represent what they were trained in, if anything, and how many years they had served in that position before. The woman in question wore a cooks yellow with fifteen green stripes. She was by no means the most experienced one there, but fifteen years was a significant amount of time, and she looked sturdy, steady, and level headed. Her daughter was maybe twenty, and she wore the pale lilac of a ladies maid. Five white stripes indicated her experience.
Jess watched as Rene coolly outbid each other person until finally a price for both was established. He smiled over his shoulder at them triumphantly and strode to the front booth to finish the deal.
“He can really work, and he loves this.”
“Why?” she asked. It was clear from his expression Rene did enjoy it, but why?
“Rene didn’t start out as a slave, he was the son of a… well, prostitute, really, and he grew up hoping for something else than a life of forced prostitution like his mother. He didn’t really get it; after all he was sold as a sex slave as soon as the matron of the whorehouse found a buyer. But now, he has some control. When Kat bought him, she educated him, gave him responsibilities and she didn’t treat him like a commodity. Have you noticed they way he treats all the other slaves? He takes pride in making them feel not only productive, but useful, not only to be valuable, but to be valued, not possessions, but persons. Secretly, I think he gets a kick out of surprising new slaves with how well he can treat them. They come expecting to be kicked, and instead he can show them a better world.”
He was smiling as he said the last, and her own mouth turned up at the corners in contemplation.
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KaS
Reviews welcome, constructive criticism welcome