Thread: Her New Master (Friend in the Shadows & Gilt)

The human girl had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. At least, that's what she knew and held on to. The law enforcement had declared she was drunk in public, disturbing the peace, contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and all manner of other charges. It was only because she was human, she knew, and they had been persecuted over the last half a century. Since the change in regime all those years ago, the elves, fae, and other non-humans had taken their revenge on the human race. Rights were withdrawn, the law was hyper-sensitive to infractions, and there was no telling how many times a day the other citizens took their anger out on humankind. So, when Jenna was hanging out with her friends that evening, she should have known better. She and three others-- only one of whom was underage-- were lounging on her front porch, she and the of-age two were drinking. She had only finished her first by the time the police showed up. They quickly began spouting charges at them, and Jenna had made the worst mistake of her life she argued. Soon, though she had done nothing, the charges were expanded to include assault on a police officer and evading arrest. She was locked up overnight, and by morning had been sentenced. For her crimes, she was handed over into indentured servitude, a phrase meant to politely convey slavery. Jenna had been sold almost immediately, tagged with a tattoo that branded her as a criminal slave, and sent to work. At first, it was physical labor cleaning, cooking, working in gardens or clearing pools... She hadn't minded so much, especially in retrospect. After a year and a half, she was sold to her third master, and the one who would change everything. He saw her, not as a helping hand about the house, but as his personal pleasure-slave. She was forced to work for him from the first night as his slave until he tired of her. Thereafter, she was sold as a sex slave, forced to learn and endure new kinks, fetishes, and methods every time she changed hands. All this happened in less than a year. She retreated inside herself every time she was used, detaching herself from the situation in some form of self-defense. If she wasn't truly present, then it wasn't really her they were sleeping with. It wasn't her that they used. It was happening to someone else who just shared the same space as her body. So now, as she stood on the auction block yet again, Jenna bore a look of passive acceptance. She stood in little more than her underwear, hands cuffed behind her, steel collar around her neck chained to a post to make sure she stood straight so the auction attendees could see the merchandise. Her dark brown hair fell to her waist in soft waves, her deadpan eyes a green that once sparkled. She was pretty, certainly, but it was almost difficult to see with her expression. Item number 716, the auctioneer's voice echoed through the chamber, Pleasure slave, multiple levels of training, certified clean. We'll start the bidding at 5K, five-kay, who would care to open bidding at 5K? Lights in the auction booth began to go off as the silent auction began, buttons in the attendees private boxes indicating bids as the price slowly rose.