Toys to Wind Up

Classical: Yeah... lots and lots of warnings... umm... well it's a slavery fic about ... aww just read it... no sex in the first chapter, more establishing character... read on


Chapter One: Toys


The day was hot as it always is in this place. Sand rolled on sand creating an ocean like effect. The sun was alone in the sky, no clouds could be seen. A small caravan pushed towards a huge, white, gleaming palace.

Martovay sighed softly. He was in the front of the caravan watching nothing but sand.

He hated sand.

In fact, he hated his profession and his benefactor; he hated his men… not to mention his wife. Martovay stopped himself from sighing. Leaders don’t sigh. Important men don’t sigh.

Who was he kidding twenty-eight and his life was already a wreak. He ran his brown hand through his nearly black hair and allowed a small sigh to escape through his lips.

“Lord Sekan will be pleased with the cargo.” The driver said trying to make conversation. He had been trying to do this for the last five days… he wasn’t making any headway with Martovay.

“Yes, very pleased indeed,” He agreed with a blank look.


Sekan gracefully moved forward. He gave Martovay a charming smile. Martovay was unimpressed, but kept his false smile plastered to his own face. He felt like a camel’s ass. He bowed, not so gracefully, to Sekan. Bastard seemed amused with him.

Another sigh was suppressed. Okay.

“My lord, would you like to see the… goods,” do not be disgusted with yourself!

“Yes I would, take them to the marble chamber. I will meet you there shortly.


“LET ME GO!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Damn it,” Martovay muttered as an elbow connected with his jaw, “Calm down!” he ordered. The brown haired woman struggled even more furiously.

“It is better if you are calm girl,” Martovay said in his best soothing voice. That remark earned him spit in his eye.

“Oh for God sakes, I don’t want to call the guards,” they’ll eat you up and spit you out.

A warm chuckle filled the room. If Martovay had ears like a dogs they would have sagged.

“You’re so soft hearted Martovay,” Sekan said stepping up to the slightly smaller man.

“Ah, one cannot be soft hearted in this line of work,” Martovay said as much to himself as to Sekan. Sekan clapped him on the back.

“Now what do you have for me?” Sekan studied the girl that had been giving the small trader so much trouble.

“Fiery isn’t she?” He asked boredly as she struggled again against her restraints. The other slaves that were chained to her tried not to fall over.

“Guards!” he ordered. Huge men entered the room swiftly. They immediately saw the problem and held her firmly separating her from the others.

“Let me go!!!!” she yelled once more. Martovay pitied her. The bruised jaw was less than he deserved for bringing her and the others to the sick bastard.

Martovay studied the marble room. There was nothing to suggest the Lord’s sick passions. It was all black and white with a throne and rich tapestries… it was when you stepped out of the room that…

A hand ran through his dark hair and he jumped slightly away from Sekan’s intrusive fingers, “She’s pretty, but not trained at all I take it?” he asked Martovay. Martovay shrugged, “She came at the last moment, extremely cheap because of her spirit.”

It was only partly true. The trader Ahend had been desperate to get rid of her. Martovay had been passing through the same town as him. Ahend quickly cornered him, begging for Martovay to take the girl off his hands.

“She bites!” he yelped showing him the bite marks on his arm. The bigger man then gave a suave smile, “And you are the Lords provider. He would be able to train this girl properly, because I don’t think anyone else could. Martovay tried to politely decline saying that he already had too many as it was.

“The lord loves them all,” Ahend protested, “I’ll give her to you cheap.”

When Martovay declined again not wishing for the angry young woman to come anywhere near the lord, Ahend offered her for less than the amount of a good meal with wine. He could not refuse that. Not because he was a money pincher, but because he would never be able to buy at a good rate from Ahend again.


“AH!” one of the guards shouted as the girl bit down. Sekan easily backhanded her.

“Learn your place,” He said easily. He looked back at Martovay.

“You’re married now, yes?” he asked as if there weren’t seven slaves in front of him that he should be studying.

“Yes,” Martovay answered.

“Beautiful?”

“Enough,” Martovay shrugged, “Beauty is not the face but the heart,” either way his wife was as ugly as sin. Two reasons to marry her. One was that she came with a large dowry and from a wealthy family, and two he was hoping that Sekan would get off his back a little.

“Lucky woman to be married to such an… affluent man.”

Sekan gave a bored look back at the girl that had now become dead weight. He laughed a little and smiled at Martovay warmly.

“Ah, you really are very kind hearted aren’t you?”

“Am I?” Questioned Martovay. Sekan nodded.

“Unclothe her, she will not be needing them for some time.” The guards took pleasure in ripping the brown haired girl’s clothing off. The clothing, two red pieces of cloth, one for her breasts, the other for her ass and groin was skimpy at best. She squealed and screamed in protested clawing and biting the entire time her brown eyes filled with hatred.

“You shouldn’t waste your money on the material,” Sekan shrugged. He studied the girl.

“Hold her,” He commanded softly. His long fingers gripped her chin and he looked her over. He opened her mouth.

“Good teeth.” he muttered. His hands trailed down her chest and squeezed her breasts as if he were choosing tomatoes.

“Very big breasts,” He slapped them around a little and she growled menacingly. He moved away from her.

“I think I’ll place her at the entrance.” Martovay instantly winced at that, but he did expect it.

“She might bite them instead of suck them.” He muttered. Sekan gave a full rich laughed.

“What did I say? Soft hearted.” He said fondly to the girl as if she and him were involved in a conversation. He turned back to Martovay, “She will suck them or they will beat her. Besides, there are other places that don’t bite. It’s out of my hands who does what.” He shrugged, “Take the whore to the entrance.”

“I am not a whore!” she yelled panic finally rising in her voice. A chuckle.

“Yes you are,” Sekan answered, not unkindly, “Any man that walks through that door can take you if he pleases, that is what they will call you. You should get used to it. She was dragged away kicking and screaming.

Pity didn’t cover what Martovay felt. Sekan clapped his hands together like a small child that wanted more toys.

“What else do you have?” He stepped in front of the next girl. She was a pretty young thing. Average height but had pale skin and pale blond hair, extremely rare. Her eyes were aqua marine. Unbelievably she was at least twenty years, but still a virgin. Her full bottom lip trembled slightly. She was afraid. Before Sekan even had to order it the ragged pink clothing had been ripped off. The girl squeaked trying to cover herself from the prying eyes of the men in the room.

“I had to pay extra,” Martovay finally spoke.

“She’s pure yes?” Sekan nodded. He could spot a virgin a mile away. He came up to her moving softly and gently. Her eyes were huge and she quivered like a startled doe. Unshead tears filled her eyes. Sekan didn’t bother looking at her teeth. He had just done that with the first girl to enrage her. He gently moved her arms away from her breasts. They were small and round, perfect for her slim form. Sekan’s hand traveled down her body. She shuddered. His hand went down and started running through her golden pubic hair. He moved away from the hair, hand not leaving her body and came to her ass. He stroked it like he would a cat and he looked back at Martovay.

“Very nice Vay,” He muttered hand still running up and down her smooth pale bottom. She looked scared and mortified. She squeaked as his hand came back to her groin and a finger started playing with her pussy. Her face became red and a few tears fell this time. He removed his hand and stepped away from her. He put his elbow on Martovay’s shoulder leaning on him.

“She’s pretty when she’s humiliated isn’t she? Yes, I’ll double your pay for her alone.”

“Should I take her to your private chambers my lord?” One of the guards asked. Sekan shook his head.

“Oh no, no, I don’t plan to deflower this one. I want you to put her in the cage in the Soldier barracks, tell them they can stare all they like, but they cannot touch her unless I am present. He stepped up to the girl again and caressed her cheek, “Think of it my lovely one, you will be a beautiful bird, so rare and pure and beautiful,” He played with her hair as he whispered in her ear, “Yes Humming bird,” he put his hand on her chest, “That’s what I’ll call you, since your heart beats so fast.” His hand tapped the rhythm of her heart.

“Please no.” her voice was soft, very soft, extremely scared the total opposite of the first girl. Her arms once again covered her breasts.

“And chain her arms up so that she won’t cover them.” she burst into tears as she was dragged away.

“I’ve see her type before,” Sekan yawned, “They’re all shy and blushing and crying. I’ve had enough of her type, I’ll let the soldiers have a bit of fun.” Sekan looked over at Martovay again. He smiled and stepped forward gently pushing Martovay’s bruised jaw up. Martovay blinked. His mouth had been wide opened in the shock of it. Sekan glanced at the other slaves, “Put them in the harem, I’ll deal with them later.” the guards bowed and the slaves were led out of the marble room, the only pure room in this palace that was not stained by sex and corruption.

“The women were more than adequate, you’ve done extremely well.” Sekan paused and looked over at the smaller man who would not look up at him.

“You do not approve of this do you?” Sekan asked. He gently led Martovay towards the door. Martovay said nothing, “I can’t see you approving,” Sekan continued, “You have a soft heart for them all, for people in general.” Martovay put his hand on the door handle and opened it already knowing the next sight he would see, but preparing himself none the less, “They’re not people though. Not even animals. They’re toys.” Martovay felt the shrug of Sekan, “Perhaps this is why I like you so much, you disapprove of me so much. You know I love you.”

Martovay shrugged, “You love all your dolls.” He looked up at Sekan his brown eyes meeting green, “I am not disillusioned like your other servants and your guards and your councillors and advisers. I am aware that I am another toy you like to wind up and play with and see how it works. You may not fuck me or get others to fuck me, but you screw me none the less.”

Sekan gave Martovay an affectionate look and ran his long fingers through the other mans short dark brown hair, “This is why you’re one of my favourites.”

The door open fully and Martovay was still not ready for the sight that had greeted him countless times.