Pain's Pleasure

Chapter Three
Sidenote: Culies- An enlarged rat that feeds on human and demon flesh
Frauxs- coins

The ship pulled to shore one week later. Its crew cheered as the docks and fellow ships came into view. The captain sighed in relief, another successful return. He looked among the slaves leaving his vessel. He was a fair man and made sure they had food and drink during the voyage. About a half an hour a day a few were let out from the bottom deck to have some fresh air and sunlight. No man could call him cruel but those who knew him understood he was a shrewd business man; the slaves were kept in the best conditions possible so they could go straight to work, well kept shipment had the best buyers.
By chance he saw the woman from the night they set sail. Head held high and shoulders straight, she walked down the board to the dock. The demons working on the pier stopped when she passed them. Two of the slave captives stood near warding off the more eager ones. He scoffed. She looked every bit a queen. The captain walked back to his cabin. After a while, someone will break her sprite, just like all the others.
Osalie kept her gaze straight. Some of the captives in front of her kept their heads lowered, other looked around. She wanted to as well, but feared losing her composure. To the left of her peripheral vision, she saw market stations. People milled about, barely glancing at the line of enslaved humans. Osalie still felt eyes on her, many eyes. Soon it became too much and she looked around. Male eyes, clear and hungry stared. Women bared their teeth ready to pounce; Osalie steeled herself for the attack. The guards near Osalie yelled at the crowd keeping them at bay with metal poles that shocked those it hit. The crowd eventually dispersed and the slaves continued on until the group reached its destination. The building was a three story collection of bricks, stones and vines. The windows were boarded with iron bars and two men guarded the front entrance. Without an exchange of words the slaves’ captors ushered them into the house; the interior was furnished with dark colors of black, ruby and magenta. Large gargoyles sat atop the stair banisters, watching the scene with content smiles. Osalie and the others stood in a line and waited. A woman descended stairs, her face pinched and bearing erect. She stood tall but walked with a cane. She dressed excessively from the top of her ruffled collar to the large black bows on her red dress. Her face was pale and her pointed ear decorated with rubies and diamonds. She seemed to fit the theme of the foyer, dark colors that overlapped one another.
“Well, what stock do we have this time. I’m getting weary of the usual. If you do not have anything new, then the whole lot of them can rot or become food for the mice and Culies.” Her thin mouth rose up at the edges as if trying to smile. “They love to feast on human body parts, especially the male penis.” The men, all, shivered at the thought.
“We’ve got ourselves a good stock for various servant positions. This one here,” the Demon held a slim boy “can be a stable hand and with training a good male Meira. This one,” he pointed to an old woman, “is perfect for a nanny position.” The head mistress looked at the slaves one by one until her eyes fell on Osalie.
“What is that stench? This woman has a horrible stench, Lenhan. I can barley stand the sight of her.”
“That can be fixed Madam Mistress. She is very valuable and worth keeping among all the others. Her scent drives demon males a little mad from lust. They would want to lay with her and pay handsomely for the privileged. Trust me you’d do well to bid her in a private auction.”
The mistress held her already pinched nose. “Tell me how to hold off the smell so she can stay in my household.” The Demon reached in his pocket and produced a thin metal collar and placed it around Osalie’s neck. “The scent stops entirely.” Osalie stood very still; she let the man put the collar around her neck because the fear of her ‘scent’ was overwhelming. She understood that this collar, in some way, protected her from unwanted attention. She knew having attention as a slave was not a good thing. The mistress smiled, if you call the twitch of her lips a smile, and called to a nearby servant who held a bag in his hands. She took out gold coins and counted it off, giving a healthy sum to the slave seller. “Now that business is over, the planning can begin. Bills, take these new slaves to the basement quarters and replace their clothes for the garments we usually use. I will be down shortly to assess the price of each property, and as for this one.” She pushed Osalie to the servant who roughly grabbed her arm. “Take her the attic quarters with the good stock I bought yesterday. Oh yes, I’ll make a hefty profit tomorrow.” She left the grand hall, her bell shaped body ringing left and right as she walked away.

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“One Hundred gold frauxs!”
“One Hundred and fifty gold frauxs!”
“Sold! To Lady Treseria’s advisor for one hundred and fifty gold fraxs! She is now the owner of ten servants and one nanny!” the public auction was filled to the brim with demon advisors who came in their respective employer’s stead. The Head mistress addressed the crowd. “Thank you all for coming, I am glad that your employers continue to show support for our small business.” She motioned to a servant and took a stack of papers from him. “Tonight is our special private auction. I would hope all who need special services will attend.” The Head mistress exited the auction stage and made her way to the upper attic. The selling was going well and her head was full of last minute details for tonight. Her servants were bustling about, cleaning and serving the guest. Her establishment was one the most refined, no outback auctions on a wooden stage. No, hers were a clean and upscale business, made to run smoothly. She heard a scream upstairs and sighed, well for the most part smoothly. Her stout body picked up speed as she made her way to the attic. The ruckus was getting louder. Hell and damnation, what was the problem now. As she opened the door she felt the wind of something flying passed her head and paused. With a frown on her face she assessed the situation. One of the slaves had a makeshift knife in her hand and was swinging widely at the guards. The rest of the slaves cowered in the corner of the room. Another servant, the one with the horrid stench subdued only by the collar on her neck, stood in front of crazed woman and the guards trying to…talk to them.
“I believe this woman is suffering from a condition of claustrophobia that needs to be dealt with subtle care. If you beat her it will only make her more crazed and she will lash out. Why even she told me herself enclosed spaces make her cross.” Her calm eyes and steady demeanor had the guards momentarily put off. Even the madden slave stared at her in confusion.
The Head mistress shook her head. “How difficult can it be to detain the stupid wench? Hold her down!” Once the girl was down on the floor, the mistress took her cane and held it to the girl’s neck. “Resistance is futile. You will do as I say until you have a master, and if you don’t sell then I will personally make you pay for it with you body and soul.” The cane kissed the girls neck harder until she moaned in pain. “I will look forward to breaking you. Strip her!” the guards ripped her thin white cotton dress. With the cane the Head mistress hit the girl’s back and chest repeatedly hard enough to bruise but not enough to break bones. The woman cried out, spitting blood when the cane hit her face. The mistress paused breathing heavily “Now look at what you’ve done, you’ve gotten blood on my shoe. Lick it off!” the slave with tears and blood streaming down her face crawled to the mistress. Her tongue gently licked the blood from the shoe when she stopped the mistress hit her again and the girl howled in pain and surprise. “I did not tell you to stop!” the slave continued to lapped up the dirt and grime of a day’s walk.
The mistress stared at Osalie. Standing still, she stared back, eyes wide. “Are you to be the savior of these slaves? Do you actually thing you have the power.” she laughed, a chortle that displayed her sharp teeth. She kicked the girl on the floor away and approached Osalie. Taking her cane the mistress hit Osalie’s shoulder forcing the girl to fall to her knees. “That’s better dog.” The mistress raised her cane and beat Oaslie harder than the previous girl. Osalie angered the Head mistress in a way the mistress couldn’t explain. Good thing the collar was on the stupid bitch’s neck or she would have killed her, despite the money she could give the mistress. That collar kept that stench away, a stench she smelled on sages and pure virginal humans, very rare. Though her smell was similar to those women, it was more potent and thus, more disgusting. She hit the slave over and over until the mistress' body heaved and bent with exhaustion. Osalie curled up on the ground, withering in pain. She was use to this kind of punishment by her father. If he was really angry, he’d strike Osalie with anything available be it chairs or candle holders, but all his beating didn’t compare to the mistress’s attack. Osalie felt the rage in each blow. The world was turning hazy as she welcomed the numbing abyss.

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The midnight bidding was to be a grand affair. The large stage was covered with plush carpeting and the curtains a sensual red. The center piece in the middle of the stage was a long upholstered seat. The potential buyers filled the comfortable seats facing the stage, all eager to see the new and special ‘stock’ Madam Mistress kept for the evening. Anyone who had business with the shrewd woman knew first hand that her good ‘properties’ were the ones worth purchasing. The Head mistress appraised the boys and women ready for bidding. They were dressed in simple but well made frocks and shifts, bathed, creamed and perfect for public inspection; all was ready.
Osalie gazed at the girl who was beaten before her earlier that day. The girl stared straight ahead, her tawny hair fell flat against her vacant face. The mistress had made sure both women were cleaned and given a cream that completely covered their bruises. Oaslie looked untouched but she felt the pain on her body. Sighing she tried to straighten her shoulders, it was difficult but she was stubborn, she refused to appear bowed and weak in front of the Head mistress. Osalie was strong and she would stay strong despite what her future entailed. She watched the Head mistress hurry to the stage and curtsy.
“I will refrain from pointless banter and begin the night’s events. Bring the first one out!” the mistress moved to the edge of the stage as a young woman entered and was placed on the long backless sofa. She trembled as the guard holding her untied her shift exposing her breasts. The guard then lifted the hem of her shift and opened her legs for all to see. “The young woman is not a virgin,” the mistress began, “but her scent is quite pleasing. Continue Luven.” The guard grabbed the short staff on his side and placed it near the girl’s left leg. After a moment, the tip of the staff opened to reveal a long tongue like piece that touched the slick folds at the apex of the young woman’s thighs. Searching, it found its target and began to circle the woman’s clit. Circling and flicking the tip, the tongue of the staff played with the woman making her moan for more. The tongue licked the wetness until she shook and convulsed as she came. For a moment, the woman closed her eyes, letting her climax wash over her, and then abruptly opened them with a start as if she just realized an audience was present.
“Do you smell the pleasing aroma? She is of a shy temperament and easily controlled for those who crave a submissive woman.” The bidding began and continued for about hour before it was Osalie’s turn. She witnessed the women shivering and the young men shouting in pleasure. Her own knowledge of the bidding was slim. She steeled herself for the unknown. Her guard grabbed her arm and “escorted” her to the center of the stage. Her heart pounded as she gazed at the demons looking back at her. She was seated and tensed as the Head mistress glared at her.
“This one has a peculiar scent that requires a rare taste.” The head mistress observed the crowd and moved away from the woman. They stared at the slave, almost uninterested. True she was unremarkable, pretty but common, her dark brown hair hung at her waist, wavy not curly, and her eyes were blue ice, vivid with expression, perhaps the only good quality she possessed. They now widen with determination and a hint of fear. The mistress smiled, good she thought. If no one bought the woman, the mistress would take her and torture her until she simply perished from the suffering. Regardless of an explanation for the hate she felt, the head mistress had one motto, things she disliked must be eliminated. The Head mistress ordered the removal of the collar and made sure she stayed as far away as possible without leaving the stage.
Osalie closed her eyes when the guard unlocked her neck brace and reached down to untie her white shift. Her breasts were full, the nipples stood erect in response to the attention. As her shift lifted, her heartbeat increased. The stick was cool on her thigh and she blushed, no one, excluding her nanny and few maids, had ever seen her naked person and now over fifty people stared at the junction between her legs. She felt something part her folds and touch her. Osalie gasp and jumped at the contact only to have the guard push her down again. Her insides shivered as the staff’s tongue licked her. its tip pressing her clit and moving down to caress just outside her hole. it enter only a little, repeating the action, only to move upward again to play with the hard numb at top. She felt strange and hot, her wetness leaking down her thigh. Osalie barley noticed the crowd shifting and growling. They were growing restless, one demon shouted “One thousand gold fraux!” another rose with lustful eyes. “Two thousand gold fraux!” the demons were growing angry, shoving, growling and shouting bids. The Head mistress was shocked. They were willing to pay so much for a stupid chit. Whatever had these demons so crazed? She quickly glanced at the woman on the chair; her head was thrown back as her body reacted to the stimulus; nothing unusual. One demon threw a chair at the stage in an attempt to hit another demon who outbid him. This was madness. “Enough! Put the chain back on her and let’s finish in a civilized manner!” Osalie whimpered in disappointment, she was approaching something, and now there was an ache inside her waiting to be fulfilled. Suddenly, she was shoved on the arm of the seat as the demon guard mounted her, trying to force her thighs open. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth covered hers for a sloppy kiss. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” the mistress took her cane and smack the back of her guard. She grabbed the collar, pushed the guard to the floor of the stage and roughly clasped it on Osalie’s neck. Osalie quickly sat up and retied her shift, as calm as she could manage she remained on the seat and stared at her lap, trembling in trepidation. “Get a hold of yourself,” She hissed at the guard “All of you calm down!” the demons seemed to snap out of their stupor and adjusted their mussed hair and torn clothes. Most of them tried to find their discarded chairs to sit down. The large room with over fifty people was silent.
A clap from the back could be heard all throughout. Heads turned to stare at a woman in a black cape. The hood shifted and a smiling face with a mane of long fiery hair emerged. The woman had sharp canine teeth and a full lipped mouth, she was a demon that was respected and feared.
“Good evening Lady Adele Christine. What brings you our house this night?” The head mistress smiled, nervous and unsure of how to proceed. Lady Christine was not a demon to be toyed with, though she loved to toy with others. Wherever Lady Christine went, she brought mischief and schemes that benefited only the Lady’s interest. The Head mistress needed to tread softly with this one, the hot tempered Lady was known to kill without much provocation or remorse.
“I came for bidding of course and I want that one Constance.” Lady Adele’s elegant finger pointed to Osalie. The head mistress turn an apple’s red at the sound of her name. No one called her by her given name, no one but powerful demons. The head mistress remained quite. Lady Adele then said, “four thousand gold fraux and I assume no one objects.” Her confident gaze focused on the demons in front of her; they stared back and grumbled but said nothing. “Wonderful,” she smiled again, her eyes glittering from victory. “Put her in my carriage. Quid!” she turned as her advisor, standing a few feet behind, approached her in a hurry. “Yes My lady?” she gave him her purse. “See to the transaction of funds, will you.” With those last words she strode from the room, a pretty laugh echoing through the silence.