Thread: Vixen_Mistress & Google

Arrianna, or Arria as her parents called her was one of the many princesses sent to the kingdom again, starting her long training for what some seemed to see as wisdom, and great education, but she doubted it, she had been told of everything going on at these places by her mother and how she was so happy to leave. To Arria it seemed that people did not want to break tradition, and when a kingdom thrives off the work of slaves all over it is hard to break such traditions. She always knew she would be sent, but now the time came and she was being dragged out of her home by guards from the kingdom she would be sent and quickly as soon as she was put in the carriage she was stripped and with nothing to cover her she felt exposed and shy for the first time in her life, thinking of nothing that could be worse than this, but she had no idea what she was in for when she arrived. Finally the carriage arrived and she was dragged out of the carriage and up the many steps into the castle and inside she gawked in surprise as she saw many others in the same position as her, each one frightened, being tormented by Pages all over, and lords and ladies in beautiful outfits. There was much excitement as the girls were gathered to one side and the men to the other, then they were further separated by hair color so people could find what they wanted much more easily. Arria felt a rough hand wrap in her long red silken hair and was dragged to the side, the man looking over her and having her stand by herself as though in her own group, and it was not until she realized that only four other girls would be joining her, these ones being the only redheads in the group, but unlike the strawberry blonds and bright reds of the others her hair was a deep red, very rich in color and much nicer looking than the other girls tumbling to cover her breasts and going about mid back, long and straight, making her feel as though she stood out too much since her blue eyes were a rarity in a red head and very beautiful. Looking around nervously she stayed standing until the pages and other guards started to forced girls onto their knees, and before she could be forced down she watched and followed suite, not receiving any instruction, she simply studied those around her and did as the others were told, so when the men came to her they were slightly astonished that she was already in the position that the others were and gave her a nod of approval, but she was met with a swift swat to the rear as a page told her to keep her head up proudly and eyes down to the ground. She did as she was told although the anger in her eyes showed she wanted to beat the man for harming her like that. The hall went silent as the royal family entered and her eyes drifted for a moment to them, catching a glimpse of the royal family followed by lords and ladies of all shapes and sizes. She remained still and silent, waiting to see what was going to happen her firm C cup breasts heaving slightly as she caught her breath from the paddling and waited for the first person to choose their new slave. Her body was average in height, but her proportions were perfect in every way possible, her rear firm and just the right size, just like her breasts, while her milky white skin showed every red mark, so delicate, but she was not always as delicate as she looked, the fire in her eyes proved that. Her bright blue eyes refused to look up as she felt others examining her from afar, probably hoping to obtain the little rarity of the young woman, 18 now and unwed due to telling her suitors that she was not interested, and she had known what she wanted, they just never showed her what she had desired deep down. Arria calmed herself and now could hear the sobbing, wailing and frequent bursts of tears from the others, either from fear or the paddle coming down on their bare bottoms. Her body shook a little, but much less than that of the other girls around her and she was not crying nearly as much, not wanting to disfigure herself with tears right away, knowing deep down much worse would come and from that real tears of fear and pain would fall, and for very good reason.