* Trigger warnings: Some mild non-consent content
"Where are you taking me?" Emma asked hesitantly, not sure if she should trust this character, if at all.
"I have a mansion nearby where you will stay for a short time," Lord Le Bossu said.
"Listen, whatever you paid for me, you can have your money back and more," Emma said trying to bargain with him to let her go. "My parents are rich and they would be happy to pay my ransom that is worth more than what you paid for me at the auction."
"And how are your parents so rich?" Lord Le Bossu asked.
"I am Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest, captured by Regina and put on auction by her." Emma said desperately. "My parents are David and Snow White, rulers of the Enchanted Forest, who would pay you twice the amount you paid to get me back."
"What if money isn't what I want in exchange?" Lord Le Bossu said in a teasing tone that surprised her.
"I'll make your life miserable if you don't get me back to my parents," Emma threatened even though it was a fruitless one.
"Oh, I believe that, love," Lord Le Bossu said with humor in his rasping voice.
"But you won't be going back to your parents and you will be the one who will be miserable!" yelled Regina as she appeared sitting in the coach beside Emma.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lord Le Bossu bellowed.
"I've come to make sure all that I've promised her will come true," Regina said with venom.
Emma couldn't help it. She lunged at Regina wanting to strangle the life out of her but Regina waved a hand and froze her as her hands reached out in midair towards Regina's neck.
"What in Hades did you do to her?" Lord Le Bossu growled.
"I froze her so that we could have a conversation without her interruptions," Regina said matter-of-factly.
"What could we possibly have to discuss?"
"Your little concubine here," Regina said. "She may be frozen but can hear every word we say."
"You brought her to this auction. I bought her. There's nothing left to say."
"It's only the beginning. I brought her here so she can endure endless torment from her captors so I can get my revenge. I've been hearing things about you, Lord Le Bossu," Regina said cocking an eyebrow.
She continued, "I've heard how you've bought other female slaves before, raped them so painfully that their screams can be heard from the village miles away and how there are no sign of them now except the graves you've dug for them. I've heard you are interested in the black arts, how you've conducted experiments with your slaves, cutting them up and using their organs to replace your own that have grown old and too weak to function. I've heard that you bathe in the blood of virgins, use your enemies' heads to plant your poisonous herbs and train your dogs to have a penchant for human flesh. Should I go on?"
Even though Emma couldn't move, the man in black could still see that her face turned white with horror at Regina's words.
"So you want to make sure she suffers, is that the gist of it?" Lord Le Bossu asked nonchalantly.
"Pretty much," Regina replied.
"What I do with my slaves, my enemies and my dogs are my business," he said roughly.
"I'm making what you do with this slave my business," Regina countered.
"I'm not accustomed to doing what other people tell me," he informed her. "If I decide I want to torture her, I will. If I decide I want to treat her like a worshipped goddess, I will."
"Fine, play with her if you want," Regina said. "As long as she is miserable, it will be entertaining to watch no matter what."
With that, Regina vanished and Emma unfroze. Emma scrambled to the farthest corner of the carriage, trying as much as possible to get as far away physically from Lord Le Bossu. She was thoroughly shocked and sickened that someone can be so depraved could do the things that Regina said the man in black did.
"I'm sure most of those stories were exaggerated due to my repugnant appearance," the man in black said trying to calm her.
"The fact that you buy slaves is enough to disgust me," Emma said trying to mask how scared she was with a display of bravado.
They arrived at the mansion which looked like a stone edifice. The footman opened the door to the carriage which Emma saw as a desperate chance to escape. She lunged at the footman trying to push him out of the way but he caught her wrist as she got out of the carriage to run away. She struggled for a bit until she turned to kick the footman in the shins and managed to be free of him. She ran only a few yards away when Regina appeared out of nowhere to block her path. Regina sent an invisible force to send Emma flying where she landed in the arms of Lord Le Bossu.
Emma looking up at his black mask stared at him in congealed horror. His cold hands that held her in an iron grip were more frightening than anything she ever imagined or prepared herself for.
Lord Le Bossu pushed Emma towards the arms of the awaiting footman so he could half drag, half carry her into the mansion kicking and screaming. The footman deposited her in a room with only a closet, a bureau, a washstand with a looking glass and a bed where he locked her in.
Lord Le Bossu limped into the mansion and closed the door behind him hoping that the evil witch wouldn't come in.
He ordered the butler to send Emma some food but no utensils to use for a weapon. He sat in the dining room at the head of the table pondering what to do with Regina and her meddlesome ways. He thought it was best if Emma stayed in her room to calm down.
Later that day the butler answered a knock on the door, one of the slavers came in with a retinue of other slaves neatly dressed.
"I am here for the usual, customary services for your concubine," the slaver announced.
"Refresh my memory, what are your usual services?" Lord Le Bossu asked.
"To prepare and pamper her for your pleasure tonight, of course," the slaver answered with a surprised expression. Lord Le Bossu has been a favorite customer of their business for years. Many young girls have been bought by the Lord. Whether they escape, survive or die in the Lord's care was no concern to him as long as he remained a loyal customer.
The slaver then occupied Lord Le Bossu telling him about the new shipment of slaves that will be expected within the week to work the land. He also discussed when the ships were leaving with new shipment and other trade matters. Lord Le Bossu did not have a chance to see what the female slaves were doing to Emma.
The retinue of slaves was shown into Emma's room. Emma backed up against the wall in fear. They saw how she may not be so willing so two big men took her by each arm and proceeded to strip her robe. She let out a scream.
One of the female slaves who seemed to be in charge told her, "Just lay back and enjoy the pampering. We will bathe you, massage you, groom you and dress you for your master. You don't have to worry about those two." She signaled to the two men holding her. "They are eunuchs."
Emma was repulsed that these two men were gelded but her panic lessened when she realized she didn't have to be worried about being raped for now.
A bath tub was brought in so she may be cleaned. She sat in the bathtub, submerged in the warm, soapy water, snatching the sponge that came near her to make sure she washed herself and no one else touched her. Emma was able to dry herself off. The female slave gestured her to sit down on the bed with the towel covering her while the other female slaves set to work on her.
Had Emma not been so nervous and scared, she would have truly enjoyed the pampering that she received. They worked on giving her a manicure, pedicure and facial. They asked her to lie down on the bed to receive a very relaxing massage. They kept her ass covered with a towel while they worked on her muscles.
Emma was surprised, when they started waxing her legs and underarms, but tried to pass it off without comment. However, after her long, tanned legs were waxed, the female slave asked her to turn over and shifted the towel covering Emma's naked body and began trimming Emma's pubic bush. Emma's eyes flew open and when she started to protest she was held down by the two eunuchs. The female slave continued to prepare Emma's pussy for waxing.
"Wha . . . what are you doing," she asked, trying not to sound hysterical. She looked at her long, hairless legs, now naked to just above the juncture of her thighs.
The slave woman continued clipping Emma's pussy hair.
"Oh, have you never had your privates waxed before?" she asked Emma. "You'll love it. Your master specifically wants all his slaves to be completely waxed of all body hair," she chirped cheerfully.
Emma closed her eyes at what her imagination revealed to her. This meant that he would want to have intimate relations with her and her panic mounted again.
"I, uh, you'll find it quite appealing, anyway," she managed.
Emma felt all of the blood in her body rush to her shocked face. She surrendered, her arms being held by the two eunuchs went limp. She was completely humiliated and did nothing to hinder the young woman's work when she felt her long, naked legs being spread and manipulated for the waxing of her pussy. They applied scented oil to all the waxed areas to remove the redness.
When it was all over, her clothes were laid out on the bed. Emma's gown was made of the finest silk. There were two slits of the gown that was so high it would leave her legs exposed to nearly the top of her thighs. The bodice of the dress pushed her breasts up proudly. They did her hair in a Grecian style on top of her head, leaving the softly curling length to fall in freedom to her shoulders. They applied makeup to her eyes that made them deeper, dramatic, more cat-like, some blush to her cheeks and some delicate pink color to her lips.
When she got up to move, a hint of the top of her thigh-highs was revealed, letting a person peek at the creamy whites of her upper thighs. In her entire life, Emma had never worn a dress with no pantaloons, so the cool air on her now bare slit made her feel almost as if she had no clothes on below the waist. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she didn't see a proper princess anymore but a rich man's sex slave.
She was ushered into the main hall where Lord Le Bossu sat listening to the slaver. The eunuchs pushed her shoulders down until she was kneeling on the ground next to the Lord. They placed her hands on top of her thighs and adjusted her posture so that she thrust her chest out and then lifted her chin with a finger. Her heels were sitting on her bare buttocks and she waited in dread for what was to come. A cold trembling shudder swept through her.
The slaver then bid the Lord a pleasurable night with his new slave and left with his retinue of slaves.
"I compliment you on your beauty," Lord Le Bossu said as he turned his chair to face her and perused her form kneeling in front of him.
Her face started to blaze crimson with no need to be told what was on his mind for the memory of her own nakedness and humility at the slave auction caused her shame. Emma dared not say a word for fear she would break down and scream as soon as she opened her mouth.
"Come, sit in the chair and eat dinner," Lord Le Bossu beckoned Emma to sit next to him. The rasping voice seemed uncharacteristically warm.
Emma was served by the butler a dinner of roast beef, roast vegetables and potatoes. She grabbed the goblet of wine as soon as it was poured and downed the contents, in dire need of something to quell her trembling.
"I won't be taking my dinner with you since it would require me to take off my mask and the sight would indeed shock you and others that could be watching," Lord Le Bossu stated.
Emma didn't know what he meant by others watching them. Emma could hardly swallow she was so terrified but she continued to put food in her mouth at a slow pace to draw out the time when he would want to bed her.
The Lord signaled for the butler to approach. In a low voice he gave instructions to the butler which Emma couldn't hear. The butler left the room. Emma saw it as her chance to run until the footman came in. She figured she could probably run from Lord Le Bossu considering his deformity would prevent him from catching her. Most likely he would want to be more private in the bedroom so she could outmaneuver him there.
The butler came back and removed the plates from the table.
"It's time to retire," Lord Le Bossu announced.
Emma got up quickly to walk to the bedroom and slammed the door shut while she strategically positioned herself to avert the grasp of the Lord should he come close to her.
The Lord came into the room and looked around as if he were checking something. He started towards her when his gaze fell upon the brass knobs of the bed.
"It seems we are being spied upon wherever there is a reflective surface in the room," Lord Le Bossu announced. He called for the footman and the butler to remove the brass four poster frame, leaving the mattress on the floor.
She pondered his remark about being spied upon for a short while until her imagination ran rampant at what she would find if he revealed himself should he manage to snare her. Would it be a smooth, featureless mask of seared flesh or a deformed face twisted and ravaged by scars?
He approached her and she backed away preparing to feint in one direction and move in another.
"Emma...," Lord Le Bossu started but she darted away from him before he could continue to try to run to the other side of the room but despite his apparent disability he was fast enough to grab her by the arm. She let out a bloodcurdling scream, unable to keep down her mounting terror at being caught.
Then she heard an evil, resounding laugh that reverberated through the walls of the mansion that made both of them pause to listen. She realized it was Regina that took delight in her scream that denoted her fear and misery and Emma understood that with Regina watching, escape would be impossible.