From Slave to Queen - Chapter 1 - Intro
#1 of From Slave to Queen
This is a story deeply bound to my heart, it is an daily roleplay over two years which i try to remember and to rebuild the best way i am able to. It will be a long project with lot of fantasy elements.
All the charactes in this story belong to me, beware, english is not my native language so hint out if you have any tips for me. This chapter is for character developement only and also a bit on the short side, i will try to continue it soon :)
´How long was it since mother betrayed me?´
The husky shook her head, trying to clear it from such thoughts which make her life even harder than it already is.. The scent of the hay she was sitting on mixes with the filth on her fur and clothes, making her remind with every breath where she is, even when the darkness around her didn't allow her a single glance to her surroundings..
She perks her ears, noticing people walking around and now opening the windows. The light which greeted her made her groan, closing her eyes momentarily while they tried to adjust. The husky wasn't the only one having problems with the sudden change, as the light illuminates the big hall, it reveals hundreds of cages, each one similar to the one the husky is sitting in.
She looks down onto herself as she was able to see again, the soft white fur she wore was barely seen, covered in the dust and dirt of these cages. She adjust the rag she wore, glad that she had something to wear which wasn't usually the case, trying cover her still not fully grown b-cup breasts. The girl also brushes her shoulder length blonde hair away from her face.
"Alright, slaves. You know the drill." A loud and deep voice echoes throughout the hall, she wasn't able to see the person but she knew that wolf well, having to see him nearly every day.
"For the new stupid ones: The auctions are starting in a few minutes, don't try anything stupid or you will regret it. We will get one after one of you out to the auction halls. That's all information you deserve."
She was long enough in this business to know how this works. There were a lot of auction halls in this building, the big hall the slaves were kept was just for storage. Each auction hall was dedicated to something else, well-behaving slaves, well-trained slaves, different species and genders, every slave was written into a different category, making it easy for the people to find what they desire.. She herself had lots of experience, knew a lot, which makes her an expensive item, however, she often had problems with discipline which caused her a big scar across her forehead, hurting every time when she just thinks of being disobedient.
Suddenly, the door of her cage jerks open and she slowly turns her head to look at the two armored guards, equipped with whips which she immediately gets to feel. The slash hits across her chest and causes a yelp from the canine as the rug she wore ripped open, exposing the bleeding wound on her breast. "You know you deserve more than that, Maya, get out bitch, its your turn."
She shivers from the pain, but Maya instinctually followed that order, immediately getting leashed as she crawled out of her cage. The guard didn't waste any time, the buyers were waiting for the next piece of meat, pulling her along the way, the pinch collar she wore forcing her to follow..
During the long walk she weakly looks around, just seeing suffering and pain from the bad treatment everyone around her endures. The sounds of impacting whips are feeling so natural for her. It's no wonder, she knew this place since she was eight years old, sold by her own mother for whatever reason. No one told her. Now, another eight years later, she has seen and endured more pain than anyone she knows, somehow she always received a special treatment, more whipping, more guards when taking her from the cage, and she always gets the cage which was in the reach of moonlight when she was returned from a cruel owner, nearly beaten to death. She didn't mind the last part, though.. It always felt nice to rest in the calming light of the moon after she once again returned to the slave pens.
That happened a lot more that one might think, most of the slave owners burn faster through their slaves than they can buy them. Maya endures the cruelty for some time with a new owner before she eventually snaps, causing a beating near to death and being sold again to the market. She cant explain why she loses control over and over again, thinking it may be a part of wolf in her which acts out of instinct, or maybe she just is too stupid to learn like everyone tells her. No.. That is not the case.. She learns, that is why the market is making such a profit with her. Every time she got to a new owner, she learned to handle new duties, which in turn makes her more and more valuable.
Suddenly, she groans in pains and collapses onto her front, causing the pinch collar to dig deep into her throat, causing new wounds to her beaten body. Blood began to seep out of her sex as the walking caused some wounds to open which were inflicted by her last owner who punished her by shoving spiked sticks into her cunt before selling her. This just earned her another whipping over her back.. "Don't you fail on us before you bring us another batch of coins, bitch." One of the hooded guards growled out, watching how she forces herself to stand up again and to follow the rest of the way, leaving a bloody trail behind on the dirty floor.
´Why mother? How could you do this to me?'
She always was impressed how clean and tidy the auctions hall is in comparison to the storage hall where she spends the majority of her time in. Everything inside screamed money and wealth.. However, she couldn't admire the furniture much, her attention now centered to the people seated infront of the stage.. Another slave, a red fox she just barely exchanged a few words with, got sold to a pipesmoking bull. His expression already could tell that he was one of the more cruel ones, Maya just felt lightly sorry for the fox. She learned that getting friends here just leads to pain, you will get separated from them, never knowing if they will live or die.
Immediately after, she was the center of the show, being strapped onto a cross while her shirt is being ripped off from both of the guards, leaving her whole beaten body exposed to the crowd. She went through this a lot, just looking down and enduring it, waiting to get the next owner who will eventually sell her again.. Her mind is fixated on this, 8 years of the same procedure over and over again made her that way.
"And here is.." The auctioneer, a cunning otter began to yell to the people, touching her body wherever he pleases. "This is one of our more educated, but also risky slaves. She is young, but don't let that fool you, she knows how to please the man and woman alike. She is able to do everything in the household..." And he begins on rambling again, fondling her breasts as he explained that they are still growing. "We advice being strict to her and beat her a lot, she tends to get aggressive after a while, everything else you need to know is on her papers." That part made Mayas ears perk up, her slave papers.. It held so much information she would be dying to know. Why she get this special treatment and why her mother sold her. However, she was certain she would never be able to get a look into them, always held tight and secure. Who owned the papers, owned the slave.
The bidding started, she didn't pay attention, though, just hoping that it would be over soon as the yelling of how many gold coins she was worth rang to her ears. One of the voices seemed to be pretty interested, getting higher and higher despite what anyone offered.. Slowly, her canine curiosity got the best of her and she looked up with her seablue eyes. The voice was from a red fox.. no.. kitsune, she needed a moment to see those tails behind him, twirling around in excitement.
Soon, the last bid was spoken and he had won her, his eyes look over to the bound up female, looking into her own while he gives a light grin, his tails not ever stopping move.