*If this gains any real interest, I will begin posting them. This is a test, I'm curious if the stories in my mind when I sketch out my fantasies would appeal to anyone else.*

This one actually has a mini story, a very personal one that was inspired by my very real life Master, and led to the creation of Lyshastra:

The nameless girl was torn from her slave mother the day she was old enough to perform all services one could wish. Shoved into a large cage in a room with dozens of other slaves of different ages and genders, they were stripped, hosed down and oiled up for a sexual gleam.

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She was terrified but maintained composure at the auction, save for a solitary tear. Nude and freezing, she was gruffly pawed over and inspected by faceless individuals, goose bumps crawling across her oiled skin.

Sound muffled in her swimming ears, she heard things being called out quickly, then slowly, then occasionally. She knew what an auction was, and she wept internally knowing if she fetched a low sum it said something awful about her worth, if she fetched a high sum it boded horribly for her future. Wealthy owners were the cruelest, they could always buy a replacement.

Her bidding was going on longer than anyone else's, and her terror intensified. She tried to console herself with the thought that the higher sum she brought her soon-to-be-previous owner, the more she would bring him repute and the kinder he might be to her mother and sire.

Tears welling up, she forgot the rest of the world until she was barked at and knocked to the ground. Completely confused, she didn't understand she was meant to stand, or where to go. They needed to move to the next slave, so they drug her by her hair into a tiny frigid cage. It was then kicked shut and drug to a loading bay somewhere far from the bidding room.

Looking around her, she saw cages stacked in piles, denoting multiple purchases. The slaves touched fingers through the bars, silently comforting each other's terror. She was all alone and tried to be strong, as they looked on from their cages and pitied her.

What seemed like ages later, she was jarred into reality by the bang of her cage being opened. She was bound at the wrists, had a leash clapped to her pierced nipples, and walked to a beautiful vehicle. Misunderstanding, she went for the door. The man walking her backhanded her to the gravel and cursed her insolence. She was lifted and thrown into the trunk.

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The lull of engine and bumps of road had stopped. She was lifted from the car by a collared manservant and set to the ground on her feet. Another man in a collar opened the door of the beautiful car and she for the first time laid eyes on her new Master.

He dismissed the two men to their other duties, grabbed her nipple lead, and stared into her eyes critically. His seasoned face housed amber eyes boasting smile lines, under a brow that knew much forrowing. What sort of face was this? What was the person behind it?

He led her up a stunning stair into a magnificent foyer, sharp yanks to the lead when she was even a half step behind. His long stride was leading to bloodied nipples.

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Shutting the heavy doors behind them, he turned to her with a stern face. He unclipped her lead and tossed it aside. She backed away ever so slightly, to his annoyance.

He loosed her wrists and gripped one harshly, bringing more pain than even she was used to. With a fearsome look, he forcefully threw her arm towards the corner so hard that the rest of her was helpless to follow.

She curled into the corner, terrified more than ever in her life, sexually wet with reaction to his strength and the dominance he exuded. As she comforted herself, she heard the clink of a buckle behind her. What was going to happen? Her mother had warned her, but she had never been with a man.

What was going to happen to her? What was this new life going to be??