Trigger warning, this chapter has sexual violence content that may bother some*
The top was down in the family's Shelby Cobra, an expensive import car from America. Hiromi hated the car since it was her job to make its royal blue paint was shined to perfection. It was Mrs. Midoriya's favorite of their 3 cars, so it meant the car was driven quite often and needed to be cleaned almost daily. Hiromi squirmed in her seat every time the car's tires went through a puddle on the road, leftover the rains the day before. She would be doing a lot of detailing before the party started tonight.
Inko pulled into the lot of the Homestead Market, parked and waited for her servant to open her door for her. She strutted into the large building like she owned the place. Rows of boys and girls scrambled to get into line and fell over themselves to bow for the visitor. Inko took a moment to pull her designer glasses down to sneer at the nearest groveling boy. She stood tapping her foot impatiently waiting to be served.
"Mrs. Midoriya, we didn't expect to see you today, I don't believe we had an appointment." Mr. Kato, the balding owner, said as he hurried into the foyer. His words were directed at the older woman, but his eyes were locked on the young women politely standing in her large shadow. It was considered very rude in high society to show up to stores and boutiques without private appointments as commoners would, but Mr. Kato would never hold the Midoriyas to those same standards. While Mrs. Midoriya would mistake that kindness as respect, he only allowed the behavior so he could see his favorite former ward. Hiromi was his lost lamb he had regretted selling more and more with each passing year. He fancied himself the wolf that eat her whole.
Hiromi could feel the man's hungry stare on her and did her best to keep her eyes down and preoccupied with the pattern on the entranceway tiles. She only had 2 more weeks of lessons in this hellhole before she was fully certified and didn't have to return alone anymore. Of course, it wasn't appropriate to buy outfits for house slaves in regular stores, so she would have to endure coming to her former home for the rest of her life.
Inko wasn't blind and never missed the looks men gave her servant, especially the owner of the Homestead Market, as he was all but openly drooling over her. All the more power in her hands as far as she was concerned. "I need a new dress for the girl. One of my sons burned up the one we bought last week from one of your seamstresses, I need something quickly, the party is less that 90 minutes from now, so we have no time to waste. I expect a discount since the last dress wasn't quality and fell apart so easily."
Mr. Kato sighed dramatically. "My dear, a dress of same quality will not cheap, even with a discount, especially if she must be fitted for it immediately. I'm afraid your last tab wasn't paid in full also, so we must also take that into account."
"Get to the point. Can we get her a replacement dress or not?" Mrs. Midoriya's foot tapping increased to a speed that made some of servants think she was trying to tap into the basement.
A nasty smile crept slowly onto the man's face, making him look like an evil clown from a horror movie. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement. I also care that Hiromi looks her absolute best for all of your events. She is MY product after all, and I must be properly represented at all times. For the sake of my business, I believe we can find another way for your tab to be paid off other than money, that is."
Inko stopped tapping her foot and crossed her arms. The man's beady eyes didn't leave Hiromi once, maybe not even to blink. The implication was clear to the older woman and for the first time since meeting her servant she felt just the smallest pang of guilt. She was a woman after all, and she remembers being young and beautiful by many standards herself once. She remembered the way the men around her felt like they were entitled to her body and the feeling of disgust she felt with them. While she let everyone fawn over the young girl, she had never let them actually touch her inappropriately, it was line she wasn't ready to cross previously.
She had assumed the man probably got a bit too close to Hiromi during her lessons, but it was easy to write it off when she wasn't there to witness it. Was this a road she was really willing to go down? Hiromi was her property, to do with as she pleased, even bargain away. There were laws of course, laws stating that homestead servants could be bred with each other, but never to be whored off or taken by their owners in that manner. Those laws were strictly worded to avoid a second uprising but hardly enforced. It was easy to turn a blind eye when the victims weren't allowed to speak for themselves. Hiromi was well behaved and wouldn't open her mouth to authorities, otherwise Inko and her husband would have her taken from them long ago, and Mr. Kato had the most to lose being the operator of Japan's last place to buy homestead servants.
Inko turned to consider the girl standing behind her. She thought back to every time over the last few years one or both of her boys would look at her a moment too long. Every time she caught the girl making direct eye contact with her children her stomach would churn. Hiromi was too pretty for her own good, perhaps she deserved whatever was coming to her. Inko hardened her heart, perhaps it would be best if the girl was spoiled before her boys wanted the opportunity for themselves.
"She is young." Mrs. Midoriya said flatly. "She is untouched, and pure. I wouldn't want that value to go down, I was hoping to breed her someday." Hiromi swooned ever so slightly. What were they saying?
"I would never dare to do anything obscene to my flock. I was merely suggesting that we could come to some sort of understanding to make this worth my time and goods. Hiromi is a growing girl, and I would like the chance to see her development for myself. She has become of my proudest achievements, surely one of a kind."
Inko was already tiring of the man's voice. "State what you want for the rest of my tab to disappear and a new gown. I'm a busy woman and I don't have time for guessing games. I'm willing to bargain."
"All I would want is some time alone to check over Hiromi. Normally all the boys and girls here get fully checked up by yours truly before being put up for sale. I never got the chance to inspect this girl to make sure she was up to my best standards and I'm more than happy to perform this service for the both of us while I find her an appropriate outfit, perhaps while I get her measurements. Two birds with one stone you see."
Hiromi felt like her throat was closing, she could barely take in her next breath. Were they really talking about letting him touch her body? Even she had her breaking point. She focused on the swirling pattern the rug, was it moving or was she going crazy?
"Fine. Just be quick about it, we are on a time crunch. A point I am quite tired of making."
The man's voice cracked with excitement. "Of course!" He quickly ran over to one of the bowed over boys. "I will leave you with this one in the parlor room. He is specializing in massage and even at his age he can make you just melt, only the best for you Ma'am!"
"Madam?" Hiromi dared to look up pleadingly at her Mistress. Terror gripped her heart, was she just given over to the old man that ogled her so?
Mr. Kato quickly put himself between the women before minds were changed. "Kiyo! Bring Mrs. Midoriya some of our finest wine to enjoy while she waits, but do hurry, she is on a strict schedule!"
Inko smiled, maybe she should have pawned off the girl sooner. A world of possibilities was opening up for her. She allowed to herself to led away by the boy servant. She turned angrily at Hiromi who was desperately attempting to follow her. "Shoo! Behave yourself!"
Mr. Kato grabbed Hiromi by the arm, "Come with me girl, you know the fitting room is upstairs."
Hiromi was truly afraid, more terrified than she could ever remember feeling. She looked back at the door ready to sprint, but the way was blocked by the staff. She thought to call out to her mistress for help, but held her tongue, what would be the point, she had already turned and abandoned her to her fate.
Mr. Kato's grip was hot and tight, giving her no room to pry free even though his small hands were wet with sweat. He practically dragged her up the carpeted staircase. The older servants tried not to make eye contact with Hiromi, understanding what was about to happen. The children peeked around corners to see what the commotion was but were quickly ushered away.
The door to the fitting room came into view and the man's grip tightened with anticipation. "Please." Hiromi squeaked. "I want to go back to my mistress, sh-she may need me."
He pulled her close, "Don't be difficult, we're just going to have a quick checkup." His breath was hot and smells of onions. Hiromi wilted under him and her knees gave out dropping her to the floor. Mr. Kato wouldn't be slowed down. He dragged her the last few feet to the room and threw open the door. "Maki! Mako! Strip her down. I need to...see. I need to feel." he yelled to the twin girls who were his current favorite helpers.
The girls gently but firmly grabbed Hiromi and pulled her into the room. Maki leaned in and whispered quickly to Hiromi "Be still, do not struggle, he will be rough if you do." Hiromi began to sob at the reality of what was happening. Maki's twin started unzipping Hiromi's ruined dress. "We will not let him take it too far, be strong and focus on a light or something." She whispered adding to the other girl's advice.
Soon Hiromi stood naked and shaking in front of the older man. Tears pours down her cheeks, she wanted so badly to go home or go anywhere else in the world. She wanted to scream for help but knew that her pleas would just be ignored.
"My goodness Hiromi, you have grown into quite a woman. I was a fool for selling you." Mr. Kato held his arms out wide, making sure to block her path should she try to run. He licked his fat lips and stalked towards Hiromi, he lost lamb finally penned in again, and with full permission to touch and taste as long as he didn't deflower her.
He was on her quickly, slamming her hard to the floor, his fingers exploring her curves and crevices. His hot putrid breath made Hiromi nauseas. Not 30 minutes ago, her body had been set on fire when Katsuki was breathing on her and now, she was experiencing the most disgusting moment of her life. Thinking of Katsuki was too much for her, she had to be free of the man. She kicked and crawled her away out from under Mr. Kato, scrambled to her feet and rushed for the door. A hand grabbed her tightly by the ankle pulling her back down to the floor and scraping her knees badly against the ground. Hiromi reached back and gripped her attacker's wrist. She was about to syphon away Mr. Kato's energy when her mind was briefly brought back to 6 years prior.
Hiromi was just a small girl, arm wrapped tightly in a brace, fresh from surgery to set her bones with metal rods. After what felt like an eternity in the medical ward, she was finally on her way back home. On one hand, she was sore and didn't look forward to working and cleaning, but on the other she wanted to return to the boys and laugh with them again. One of the two large men who assisted the doctor was accompanying her on the ride back to the Midoriya's estate. It had been a quiet ride when the van pulled over suddenly on side street. The large man turned towards to the pre-teen and spoke for the first time. "We need to talk before you go back to your owners."
"Sir?" Hiromi was shocked, she wasn't even aware the two assistants could speak.
"I am called Daichi, the doctor asked that I give you warning. He is a good man; you would do well to listen to what I have to say very carefully."
Hiromi was unused to having conversations with adults, all she could think to do in the moment was nod.
Daichi continued "60 years ago, there was a slave uprising. You are taught about it during your training, taught that it was the worst thing Homestead Servants could have ever done, and that all the participants were captured and put to death. The truth is a little more nuanced than that. I won't go into the details, but the loss of life was great on both sides, many of the owners did not live to see the next morning. The rich fear a second uprising, and that is why in recent years there have been many laws regulating the treatment of servants, to make life just bearable enough that you aren't tempted to risk your life for a better existence. That is also why quirks are so heavily regulated among the slaves. With your quirk, they will fear you and fear brings out the worst in humanity."
Hiromi heard all of his words, but it was hard for the young child to imagine being a danger to anyone, it was beyond her imagination to picture Sir or Madam being afraid of her when they were so much bigger and stronger than she was. She nodded again allowing the man to continue, but out of curiosity to see where he was going with his speech.
"What I'm getting at, is that no matter what situation you're in, no matter how severe your beatings get, do not ever, ever think to use your quirk against anyone above your station!" His voice was rising with every word which scared Hiromi into taking him more seriously. "I understand." She said quietly.
"You need to do more than understand. You must remind yourself every day of your life. The consequences of using your quirk, even in self-defense will see you 'retired'. If you didn't like being left alone these three weeks, then imagine how it will be to spend the rest of your existence locked in a small cell with no hope of ever seeing the light of day again. They will not hesitate to throw you away on your first offense and throw away the key."
The mention of the cell was all Hiromi needed to hear. She couldn't bear the thought of going through that isolation again. She agreed readily and enthusiastically to never use your powers to attack someone.
Now here she was, only 6 years after that ride getting ready to give up what little freedom she had forever. She hesitated for just a second, unsure of what to do. Mr. Kato took full advantage of that moment to get back in control of the situation, pulling the unfortunate girl under him once more. The full weight of previous owner's bulky gut crushed down her, crushing the air from her lungs.
Hiromi wasn't ready to give up her freedom, but she wasn't willing to give up her body either so when Mr. Kato came in close to force a kiss on her she quickly pulled up enough to bite down on his neck with every bit strength she had left.
Lights, bright red and yellow flashed in her eyes and her ears rang loudly. Hiromi couldn't focus her thoughts for a minute. Mr. Kato had slammed her head down hard on the ground to loosen her grip before she caused any real damage to him. "You bitch! How dare you bite me you little harlot, see how you like it!" He shrieked.
He bit down on her neck in retaliation the pain of which snapped Hiromi out of her stupor. He broke through her skin and tore into the muscular tissue of her shoulder. The screams coming from Hiromi were primal and piercing.
Maki and Mako couldn't stand to watch any longer. "Master please!" "She is bleeding, she must perform tonight!" "Her owner is just downstairs!" They cried, trying to come up with reasons for the man to release her neck.
At first, they thought they got through to him because he let go of her neck and sat up, straddling the bleeding girl. However, his anger was far from abated, never had any of his boys or girls attacked him, and he would not be disrespected. He got up and left Hiromi curled into a ball gripping her neck, weeping, and grabbed a thin whipping rod. He kept them all over the estate to punish any servants who were disobedient, and, in his eyes, Hiromi had just misbehaved on the highest level.
She had felt the sting of the rod as a child, but she forgot over the years how terrible the metal felt. She learned a new pain as the cane hit her bare skin at full force causing immediate welts to rise. The pain the beating was too much, she could bear no more than three hits before she decided that an isolated cell would be better than continuing this torment. She grabbed his ankle and took a deep breath in ready to suck every bit of lifeforce she could manage.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" All of the commotion in the room came to an abrupt standstill. In the doorway Inko Midoriya stood fuming. Her prized possession, the envy of all of her friends lay naked on the ground blood smeared all over her and angry red welts raised on her abdomen and legs. She had heard Hiromi's screams and came running in not for concern for the girl, but worried her investment had been broken.
One of the twins quickly jumped into action, grabbing some loose fabric and throwing it around Hiromi like a blanket, pulling the girl up and into her lap to cry.
"I expressly told you not to bring down her value and this is bound to scar! I have never seen anything this unprofessional in all my years!"
Mr. Kato seemed shocked. Shocked that he had been interrupted, shocked that he had let his anger get the best of him, shocked at the amount of blood covering the floor. He was so shocked that he just stood there and stared at his customer instead of answering.
The free twin ran over to a mannequin and quickly pulled its garments off. "Please ma'am, we are so sorry, here, our most expensive dress, worth its weight in jewels. It is exotic and will look gorgeous on your servant!" She bowed down with her arms outstretched, presenting the gown to the furious women.
"Yes, uh, please" Mr. Kato slowly began to compose himself. "Forgive my indiscretion, the cur bit me and I'm afraid I lost my temper. Please excuse me, and the dress, it's on the house. We will, um, clean her up for you, she will be presentable for tonight."
"You have 15 minutes to fix this and then we're leaving!" She turned on heels and stormed from the room.
Mr. Kato left the twins to handle Hiromi, he had waited a long time to get the chance to touch the girl and had not expected her to be so full of life. Her struggles left him wanting to dominate her all the more, to cow her into submission. He had to nurse his wounds and his ego and come up with a better plan to get the girl alone and under control.
The twins held back their own tears while Hiromi let hers fall free. They cleaned her up as quickly as they could and got to work dressing her in the beautiful gown. They brushed through Hiromi's long hair, braiding and pulling it up into an elegant bun in record time. They whispered soothing words to calm the poor down while they worked skillfully on her face, adding bits of makeup to accent her finest features.
Hiromi was coming to terms with what had just transpired. She had known she didn't mean much to the family she served but hadn't understood what her position in the world truly meant. She was less than person, to be bred like a show dog at her Mistresses convenience. She had accepted all the abuse thinking at least she had Izuku and Katsuki, but she understood now that she never really had them. They couldn't stop the horrors awaiting her future, and they would not look at her same if they saw her today. Her innocence had been destroyed, leaving a new woman where the girl once stood.
Mrs. Midoriya returned after their 15 minutes were up, but did not stop the girls from perfecting their art. Hiromi stood straight despite the aches her body must have been feeling. Her eyes were focused ahead and looked bereft of hope and joy. Inko couldn't help being in awe at how stunning the young woman looked. She had never held herself so tall and yet somehow so forlorn. She looked like a painting of the most royal of women, hardened by the sadness of the world. The dress was covered in diamonds and shined exquisitely, but they felt dull in comparison to the girl who wore them.
Inko and her Homestead servant were packed back into the car, this time with the top up as to not ruin Hiromi's hair. They sped down the road, hurrying back to the estate trying to beat the first guest. Every puddle they went through brough a small smile to Hiromi's face.