Pre-show: You guys are truly amazing. I expected maybe 4 or 5 reviews at the most, but about
30? Never. I am truly humbled and inspired. This chapter is dedicated to all of my reviewers for
part 1. Enjoy, and thank you so much!
Part 2
Endymion watched as Lady Helena walked over to the slave she had been ogling and
unashamedly eyed him down.
Muttering under his breath, Endymion nursed his fourth drink tonight. All the time his thoughts
wondering to the slave, the only slave, he bought. He never felt the vicious bite of desire and
possessiveness until she had come on stage; and as Aiden tried to take her from him.
Aiden, that brought frown from the stoic lord.
Turning towards the front of the room, Endymion found the Duke's eyes boring into his own.
Never taking his eyes off him, the Duke started towards Endymion with his escort in tow.
Standing a respectful yard away from each other, Endymion and Aiden smiled at each other
falsely. "Lord Endymion, congratulations tonight at your buy. I hope it wasn't too much for the
girl, I mean 10,000 pounds? I bought five strong men for that much." Casting a glance at his
escort, Duke Aiden continued, "Excuse me, this is my wife, Ariane."
Nodding at the Duchess, Endymion turned towards Aiden. "What can I do for you Duke Aiden."
Before replying, Aiden whispered something in his wife's ear that sent her walking towards their
table. Then coming closer to Endymion, Aiden's dark eyes lined with ruthless anger. "If you
think you've won, then think again. I get what I want, and I set out for slave 471. Either way this
is not over."
As Duke Aiden was about to leave, Endymion caught his upper arm and leaned to whisper in his
ear sharply, his Irish accent thick, "You're right, this is not over. But remember this, if you
threaten me again, or look at *my* slave in a way I do not like, I will personally make sure you
never please any woman again. Even your wife whom I think practices her moaning to fake her
pleasures."
Releasing the Duke, Endymion watched as he made his way through the tables and back to his
wife, then grab her and turn to leave the room absolutely livid.
'Ah, well, if the pup wanted to play with fire, he got an inferno.'
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She waited anxiously for the moment where they would come in and claim her. Take her to meet
her new master and possibly her last. She saw, in his stormy eyes, the hunger and desire as she
stood upon the podium.
The holding cell she was in had about ten females that were already sold all sitting either on the
floor or the two benches. When she first entered the room, she was taken back with the moldy
smell that was so strong she was hit with a wave of dizziness.
Looking around the small holding room, her eyes fell upon one of the other female slaves who
was frantically looking around. Serenity stared at the petite brunette whose eyes seemed glazed
with fear and dread. She wondered what could have made her so frightened, and curiously made
her way towards the bench where she sat.
"Hello, my name is Serenity."
The brunette cast her uneasy eyes to the warm face of the stranger, "My name is Alana."
Nodding in acceptance, Serenity let out an audible sigh and nervously fingered her white cotton
dress. "Um, I was just wondering what was wrong...I mean you don't have to tell me.."
Serenity shifted in her seat, slaves were not supposed to 'mingle', that was a universal rule set by
masters. For Serenity, she was not allowed to make friends, that was a personal rule. Too many
times in the past had she made friends with other slaves or servants only to have them be sold
off...
She remembered Douglas, the shy 16 year-old stable boy that was sold off when they found out
he was too sick to work. Or Sara, the elderly woman that took care of Serenity's emotional
turmoil when she was first bought.
Serenity's silent war with her memories was interrupted when her question was slowly answered,
"I don't want ta face another master. My last was a horrible man."
Furrowing her eyebrows in heartbreak for this young woman who was having trouble trying to
delay her sobs, Serenity moved closer and wrapped an arm around her. "What happened?"
"He hated us, the old bastard would whip slaves for his own twisted pleasure. He sold us off
because he was moving and could not afford ta keep us...he just...just killed me mentally. I have
no more strength ta go on; why is this happing to us."
Holding her hand and rubbing each finger in a soothing fashion, Serenity spoke softly in almost a
whisper, "Sometimes I wonder the same thing, but you know what? There is a place, a special
place that even though you feel beaten and left without anything to call your own, it will always
belong to you: your heart." Smiling at Alana, she continued, "So, let them beat you scar you, but
remember at the end of the day you won, and they know that."
"Damn well to!"
Looking up towards the other women in the cell, Serenity was overwhelmed when she saw the
tears of hope and life in their eyes. What happened to the grim faces when she first entered the
cell?
A woman nearest to the door stood up and addressed the others in a booming voice; her face
showed that she was in her early to mid thirties, but her eyes showed an older person. "Yer right,
let them beat us, whip us, starve us. But by my own God they shan't force us down--."
The woman was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open revealing the auction
announcer. His face bloated in a pinkish tint, while his forehead greased with sweat. Leering at
the women in the cell, he entered with an air of conceit, "Slave 471, better show your self now."
Slowly rising, Serenity adjusted her dress and made her way to the squeamish man that reminded
her more of a fat pig, then a man. Before being led off, Serenity snuck one last glance at the
women she had just began to connect with.
As they made their way through the maze of hallways the announcer stopped in front of a large
redwood door. Upon entering the room, Serenity was taken off guard by the room's opulence.
Coming from the musty holding cell to this room fit for a lord, made her senses go wild.
The smell of the room was of old cinnamon and leather, it was spacious with it's own master
bed, couch and high roof. The walls were painted a burgundy red, while numerous candles
adoring the walls presented relaxed atmosphere.
Catching the woman's astonished look, the announcer grinned, "Yes, girlie, that was my reaction
my first time here too. This room's sure nice, but it serves a purpose."
"What would that be?" Serenity asked uncertain if she wanted to know the answer.
Heading towards the door, and the only exit, the announcer exited the room and replied, "This is
where your new master would want to inspect his merchandise."
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30? Never. I am truly humbled and inspired. This chapter is dedicated to all of my reviewers for
part 1. Enjoy, and thank you so much!
Part 2
Endymion watched as Lady Helena walked over to the slave she had been ogling and
unashamedly eyed him down.
Muttering under his breath, Endymion nursed his fourth drink tonight. All the time his thoughts
wondering to the slave, the only slave, he bought. He never felt the vicious bite of desire and
possessiveness until she had come on stage; and as Aiden tried to take her from him.
Aiden, that brought frown from the stoic lord.
Turning towards the front of the room, Endymion found the Duke's eyes boring into his own.
Never taking his eyes off him, the Duke started towards Endymion with his escort in tow.
Standing a respectful yard away from each other, Endymion and Aiden smiled at each other
falsely. "Lord Endymion, congratulations tonight at your buy. I hope it wasn't too much for the
girl, I mean 10,000 pounds? I bought five strong men for that much." Casting a glance at his
escort, Duke Aiden continued, "Excuse me, this is my wife, Ariane."
Nodding at the Duchess, Endymion turned towards Aiden. "What can I do for you Duke Aiden."
Before replying, Aiden whispered something in his wife's ear that sent her walking towards their
table. Then coming closer to Endymion, Aiden's dark eyes lined with ruthless anger. "If you
think you've won, then think again. I get what I want, and I set out for slave 471. Either way this
is not over."
As Duke Aiden was about to leave, Endymion caught his upper arm and leaned to whisper in his
ear sharply, his Irish accent thick, "You're right, this is not over. But remember this, if you
threaten me again, or look at *my* slave in a way I do not like, I will personally make sure you
never please any woman again. Even your wife whom I think practices her moaning to fake her
pleasures."
Releasing the Duke, Endymion watched as he made his way through the tables and back to his
wife, then grab her and turn to leave the room absolutely livid.
'Ah, well, if the pup wanted to play with fire, he got an inferno.'
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She waited anxiously for the moment where they would come in and claim her. Take her to meet
her new master and possibly her last. She saw, in his stormy eyes, the hunger and desire as she
stood upon the podium.
The holding cell she was in had about ten females that were already sold all sitting either on the
floor or the two benches. When she first entered the room, she was taken back with the moldy
smell that was so strong she was hit with a wave of dizziness.
Looking around the small holding room, her eyes fell upon one of the other female slaves who
was frantically looking around. Serenity stared at the petite brunette whose eyes seemed glazed
with fear and dread. She wondered what could have made her so frightened, and curiously made
her way towards the bench where she sat.
"Hello, my name is Serenity."
The brunette cast her uneasy eyes to the warm face of the stranger, "My name is Alana."
Nodding in acceptance, Serenity let out an audible sigh and nervously fingered her white cotton
dress. "Um, I was just wondering what was wrong...I mean you don't have to tell me.."
Serenity shifted in her seat, slaves were not supposed to 'mingle', that was a universal rule set by
masters. For Serenity, she was not allowed to make friends, that was a personal rule. Too many
times in the past had she made friends with other slaves or servants only to have them be sold
off...
She remembered Douglas, the shy 16 year-old stable boy that was sold off when they found out
he was too sick to work. Or Sara, the elderly woman that took care of Serenity's emotional
turmoil when she was first bought.
Serenity's silent war with her memories was interrupted when her question was slowly answered,
"I don't want ta face another master. My last was a horrible man."
Furrowing her eyebrows in heartbreak for this young woman who was having trouble trying to
delay her sobs, Serenity moved closer and wrapped an arm around her. "What happened?"
"He hated us, the old bastard would whip slaves for his own twisted pleasure. He sold us off
because he was moving and could not afford ta keep us...he just...just killed me mentally. I have
no more strength ta go on; why is this happing to us."
Holding her hand and rubbing each finger in a soothing fashion, Serenity spoke softly in almost a
whisper, "Sometimes I wonder the same thing, but you know what? There is a place, a special
place that even though you feel beaten and left without anything to call your own, it will always
belong to you: your heart." Smiling at Alana, she continued, "So, let them beat you scar you, but
remember at the end of the day you won, and they know that."
"Damn well to!"
Looking up towards the other women in the cell, Serenity was overwhelmed when she saw the
tears of hope and life in their eyes. What happened to the grim faces when she first entered the
cell?
A woman nearest to the door stood up and addressed the others in a booming voice; her face
showed that she was in her early to mid thirties, but her eyes showed an older person. "Yer right,
let them beat us, whip us, starve us. But by my own God they shan't force us down--."
The woman was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open revealing the auction
announcer. His face bloated in a pinkish tint, while his forehead greased with sweat. Leering at
the women in the cell, he entered with an air of conceit, "Slave 471, better show your self now."
Slowly rising, Serenity adjusted her dress and made her way to the squeamish man that reminded
her more of a fat pig, then a man. Before being led off, Serenity snuck one last glance at the
women she had just began to connect with.
As they made their way through the maze of hallways the announcer stopped in front of a large
redwood door. Upon entering the room, Serenity was taken off guard by the room's opulence.
Coming from the musty holding cell to this room fit for a lord, made her senses go wild.
The smell of the room was of old cinnamon and leather, it was spacious with it's own master
bed, couch and high roof. The walls were painted a burgundy red, while numerous candles
adoring the walls presented relaxed atmosphere.
Catching the woman's astonished look, the announcer grinned, "Yes, girlie, that was my reaction
my first time here too. This room's sure nice, but it serves a purpose."
"What would that be?" Serenity asked uncertain if she wanted to know the answer.
Heading towards the door, and the only exit, the announcer exited the room and replied, "This is
where your new master would want to inspect his merchandise."
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