The market was hot, the sun beating down over the tented booths that displayed their wares. Some merchants were selling handmade, high end jewelry, each piece costing more than most houses. Other merchants were selling silver spoon sets, tea sets, and other such things which were meant for only the wealthy. However, most of the merchants were selling us.
Highly-trained slaves, meant for one thing; pleasures of the flesh. We were all bred in captivity, raised from birth for the sole purpose of pleasing and obeying our masters. At the age of 16 it was legal to sell us to whoever was willing to pay for us.
I was standing, completely nude, with my hands tied above my head. Next to me was a sign which read: Third Tier Training, 16, Virgin, $50 Million.
My body was buzzing with all the eyes that were on me. The occasional hand would reach out and cup my breasts, tweak my nipples, or pinch my ass. I’d never seen so many people in my life, and I couldn’t wait to meet my new master. At the training house all the girls would chatter about what their masters would be like once they were sold.
It was also the first time I had ever seen a male slave, as they were kept separate from us during training. In fact, I’d never seen a man naked in person, having been trained with photos and dildos. My pussy was of course untouched, but both my ass and mouth had been trained to perfection.
A few men and women stopped at my booth, talked with my trainer, and then went on their way. The sun was high in the sky when a tall, dark haired man stopped and talked with my trainer. He had dark eyes, and strong looking hands. Out of all the people who had stopped to look at me, he created the most visceral reaction in my body. At the thought of his strong hands forcing me on all fours, or around my throat, my pussy began to drip. I wanted nothing more than to rub my thighs together in an attempt to appease the burning, but I knew better than to make a spectacle of myself.
The man smiled at me, his hands cupping my breasts and grabbing my ass. “Lorenzo, my friend, your slaves are always the most beautiful.”
My trainer smiled and shook his hand, “She is my most recent product. Isn’t she absolutely lovely? And she is perfectly behaved, I think she might be my best so far. Are you looking for a new one?”
The man nodded, “Yes, some guests are coming to stay with me from out of town, and my other two may not be enough to please both me and my guests. And once they’re gone, it couldn’t hurt to have three slaves all myself.”
My trainer laughed, “Certainly not. And because you have bought your other two from me, I will give her to you for $40 million. How does that sound?”
“Lorenzo, you insult me. I couldn’t do that to a friend. Not only do I insist on the original price, but I will give you an extra ten. Before we make a deal, may I see her properly?”
My trainer nodded and snapped at the massive guard who was standing beside the booth. The guard came around behind me, squatted, hooked his arms around my knees, and lifted me against his chest with my legs spread wide.
I’d never been bared to a complete stranger before, and I could feel heat creeping across my face as the stranger gently spread my lips. “Lovely, as usual.” He tweaked my clit, making me gasp. He drew one of his fingers into his mouth, wetting it before he probed my ass, inserting one, and then two fingers. After moving them around a bit, he withdrew them, and then proceeded to inspect my mouth.
“Do you find her acceptable?” My trainer asked.
The stranger gestured for the guard to put me down, and wiped his hands on a wet towel. “More than acceptable, my friend. Well worth the amount I offered you. Do we have a deal?”
My trainer shook the man’s hand, accepted his check, and untied me. My trainer turned to me and said, “This is your master now, you are no longer mine. Do you understand?”
I felt as if my heart would burst from my chest. This was it, the moment I’d thought of for my entire life. I nodded, “Yes, trainer.”
The stranger placed a possessive hand behind my neck. His touch was firm yet gentle as he guided me out of the market and to his limousine. The interior smelled of cigar smoke, the leather seats creaked as I climbed in, sitting in the seat opposite him as he gestured me to. He closed the door behind us, and car began driving.
Despite my extensive training, I was so nervous, wanting to say something to him but having to wait until he wanted me to speak. I kept my hands clasped firmly in front of me and my eyes on the floor. I wanted desperately to look up at him, to smile at him, tell him how excited I was to be his. But I couldn’t do any of that.
“What did Lorenzo call you?” He asked.
“Anya, Master,” I responded, my eyes still on the floor.
“I like for my slaves to keep the name they are given by Lorenzo, so I will continue to refer to you as Anya. I have high expectations, but I will also always treat you well. I may spank you until you have blisters, but I will never truly harm you.
“When you are not serving me, you will have access to servants who will do your hair, cleanse you, wax you, get you food, and attend to any other needs you may have. When you are serving me, your devotion must be absolute. If you make a mistake, you will be punished. If you do something in a way I don’t particularly like at the moment, you will be punished. Sometimes I will punish you simply because I feel like it. I’m sure Lorenzo has prepared you for all these possibilities, yes?”
I nodded, “Yes, Master. I am yours.”
“Very good. Feel free to look around, Anya. Unless I tell you otherwise, I don’t want your eyes on the floor all the time.”
I smiled and looked up at him, “Thank you, Master.”
He sat with one arm over the seat, and his legs spread, looking at me with a glimmer in his eye. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Anya?”
“No, Master.”
He grinned, “Good. I enjoy giving a woman her first orgasm, and it will please me especially to watch you writhe under me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/68aca8/the_story_of_anya_the_slave_part_1_nsfw
Awwsome! Look forward to part 2.