A Slave to the Dragon King

I-Sold

Slave House in the village of Darret

Slave Holding Cells

Amber

The door to the cells was thrown open and five men walked inside.

"Good morning, slaves. Today is the day you begin your new lives." The main captor announced as he walked into the holding cell which housed us.

Food was served and the other girls and I began eating. Our captors came back and took us one by one to the bath house before handing us the garments we were meant wear for the auction. Afterwards, they would chain us to the wall until noon when the auction began. The garments in question were long red skirts with a slit along the right side up to our hip and a top to go over our heads to cover our breasts and shoulders, but leave our stomachs bare. Never have I worn something as revealing as these two pieces of clothing.

There were about twenty five other girls in the slave house other than myself. In the time that we were held here, we were taught lessons of becoming the perfect slave. Punishments came in the form of starvation and isolation in cold rooms as our captors did not want to damage us and lower our potential prices on auction day.

I was so scared of who would purchase me. Many of us would be wives or servants. The worst fate a slave could have would be to become part of a harem. These were things I had learned in my time at the slave house.

One by one, the others girls were taken out of their confinement and sold. We had numbers to identify us. I was number twenty-two. I was taken along with numbers twenty-one and twenty three when the slavers ambushed the traveling caravan we were accompanying. I wished that I could escape. However, the cuff and chains on my wrists prevented me from walking more than five feet from the wall. My bare feet seemed to be freezing on the cold stone floor. I watched as twenty-one was taken up to the auction block, knowing I was next. My nervousness was showing as I was shaking and could not stop.

I don't want to be sold! I don't want to be here! I don't want to be a slave!

The door opened and the guards came in and unlocked my cuffs. They held me in an iron grip as I struggled to free myself before they brought me to the auction block. They led me to a small room and two guards chained my hands above my head to hold me in place as a third rubbed scented oil over my body, making my skin glisten in the torchlight. I wanted to shut my eyes and wake up in my own bed back home in Ardania. I didn't want to be here in a grand slave house, being auctioned off as if I was a piece of property or some rare good.

The guards dragged me out of my enclosure, bringing me to a large room. Bright sunlight came in through the window and blinded me for a few seconds. After my vision adjusted to the bright light, I became aware of the many faces before me. The captors took thick black chains that were bolted to the floor and locked my wrists in them. There wasn’t much give to them so I couldn’t even take a step and I didn’t even want to fall to my knees in front of this crowd. The men within the crowd of faces whistled as they studied my body with their greedy eyes, but kept my head down. I wanted to collapse and burst into tears right there, but I held my posture as proud as I could, remembering what the slavers had told me this morning. "Let them look at you, but do not look at them."

"The next item: Number twenty two. A girl of eighteen years with the smoothest skin and the softest hair that you will ever touch. Fine silks are not as soft as this girl's hair. A rare catch indeed. She is skilled within the fields of pleasure and seduction. She would make a fine servant to work for you or a pretty wife to bear your children. She is fertile and best of all, her virtue is intact." The auctioneer told the crowd.

Laughter filled the room as this was announced. Yes, I was a virgin and I tried to stand tall, but I still hung my head and continued to fight back the tears.

"Let the bidding begin at eighty pieces of silver." my captor stated.

As the bidding commenced, the room filled with loud shouting as large amounts of money were offered. I kept hanging my head in shame for I felt vulnerable as if I was naked before these men. A bidding war between a merchant and a nobleman began and I was surprised that the price for me reached two hundred thousand prices of silver.

"Going once...going twice..." the captor said, before raising the gavel to bring it down to close my auction.

Just before the gavel slammed down on the pedestal, a shout rang through the crowded room.

"Five hundred gold coins!"

Heads turned and I looked up as much as I could to see who had called out the new price. A man with night black hair that reached his shoulders and cold dark eyes was staring at me. He was dressed in fine robes that gave out an aura of nobility from him. He was very handsome and apparently, very wealthy from the amount of money that he was willing for me.

"Sold! For five hundred gold coins!" the auctioneer called, ending my sale.

The gavel immediately slammed down, not giving another chance for a last offer. The chains were unlocked and I was led to the back room for my new master to claim me. As I was ushered, my master was giving the money to the main captor, who greedily counted it.

"A pleasure doing business with you... as always," he told him. "Don't you think you have paid too much for her though, Prince Alec?"

Prince?! I shouted in my mind. The prince bought me?

"Oh, nonsense. Every coin is worth it for a new addition for my collection. Just keep the pretty ones on number twenty-two and I will pay even greater amounts, Tamir." the prince told him.

"We will. Give our regards to Scott and tell him to stop here once in a great while."

"I wish he would. However, he would rather spend time with his...pets...and write in his books. Such a foolish man he is."

"Well, tell him anyway. It's always worth a try." He grinned toothily before walking away.

The prince approached me and locked my wrists in thick shackles. He led me outside to a carriage. Before placing me inside, he pressed my back to the wall of the carriage and looked at me as if I was a new horse. He stroked my face and pushed back a strand of my hair behind my ear as his dark eyes burned into mine.

"What is your name?" he asked. His voice sounded husky and heavy with need.

I remained silent out of fear and bewilderment.

The prince had just bought me as his slave.

The prince had just bought me as his slave.

The prince had just bought me as his slave.

"Don't have one? We'll have to give you a new name now, won't we?"

"Amber." I blurted out quickly. "My name is Amber, my lord."

"Amber." He said, testing how it felt on his tongue. "A jewel within my harem."

He leaned in as if to kiss me, but opened the carriage door and shoved me inside. The windows were barred and I heard the prince lock the door. I fell in the seat as the carriage started rolling on the road. The shackles on my wrists were connected with a short chain which did not give me much space to stop my fall. I was just glad that I landed on something soft.

The ride to our destination was long and I eventually fell asleep inside the carriage, dreaming of the day I was captured and made a slave.

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I was walking by the carriage horses to let the smaller children rest their little legs. They had been traveling farther than I have since I only joined the caravan that morning.

The hem of my skirt was stained with dirt and mud. My mother would have lectured me for ruining such a lovely dress. It was her fault for choosing the dress for me anyway. She knew that I wouldn't ride a horse or ride in a carriage much. I was glad, however, that my bracelet and locket were clean and safe.

The guards were part of the King of Ardania's elite guard. Not many people would approach them. Their claymore swords were strapped to their backs and their bows were strung with an arrow ready to fly if an enemy were to attack. They were proud warriors and no force imaginable could defeat them.

Or so I thought.

The first arrow hit the captain in the chest and the men formed their ranks. They told us to run before they were cut down with barbed arrows from above in the trees. I ran with two other girls, Numbers twenty-one and twenty-three.

Who would dare attack the caravan? I looked back and saw men slaughtering the men and children. They pinned the women down and tied their hands behind their backs. I kept running and found the two other girls trapped in a net. They yelled to me, telling to run. I ran the other way, only to run into the hard chest of a man.

"Ah, this one's rather pretty." He said, before throwing a sack over my head.

The next time I could see I was chained to a wall by my ankle in a small room with all the other women from the caravan. There were other women there that must have been acquired before the caravan was attacked. That was when their leader of the looters began his speech.

"Welcome, ladies. I am Tamir. Perhaps you have heard of me. I am a trader of goods and special items of value. You are those items. You are all to be slaves from now on. Some may be wives, some may be servants and only a few of you will be love slaves. Be good little slaves and you will be rewarded greatly. Misbehave and you will receive punishment. Now, for the first order of business. Remove your clothes and await inspection." he ordered.

I did what he asked and I started to remove my dress. Suddenly, Tamir's hand was at my throat and he was inspecting my locket.

"Now, what's a slave such as you doing with such a beautiful necklace?" he asked. When I didn't respond immediately, he frowned. "Answer, Slave!"

"I-i-it was a gift." I stuttered in fear.

"Well, slaves do not wear necklaces. They wear collars." With that he broke the chain to my locket and took my bracelet as well. "These will sell handsomely."

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I was abruptly awakened by the sudden stop of the carriage, which caused me to fall on the hard floor. As I was about sit back down, the door unlocked and the prince pulled me out. Once again the sun blinded me and I shielded my eyes until they adjusted. The pinkness sky told me that it was close to night.

It did not surprise me that our destination was the castle in front of me. It was enormous. Many towers rose from the walled base and workers were constructing new towers and bases. Was this castle unfinished or was it being rebuilt from an attack. If it was still standing and the prince was alive, then they must have won the battle. Maybe perhaps the prince expanding it for his own use? I also noticed that there were deep claw like gashes in the stone of the castle. What had happened here before I arrived?

As we approached the draw bridge, I took note of the two crests hanging over the gate. One depicted a rose in the mouth of a lion with fire rising from the bottom and a red background. The other showed a golden crown in the middle with a bright green winged creature going through it on a blue background. Clutched, in the beast's talons, was a rose. I wondered what kind of creature this was as I had never seen an animal such as the one on the crest before.

I did not have time to read the inscription at the top of both crests as the prince pulled me towards the castle. He led me to a room with a bed, nightstand, and water basin to wash up in. There was a window for a view, but somehow I knew it was locked.

The prince unlocked my shackles, but I did not try to escape again as I had in the auction house. The prince owned me now; I knew this and I tried to convince myself that he was my master and it was allowed for him to do what he wanted with me.

"Clean yourself and eat. I will be back in a short while…with a gift." He ordered.

He left and locked the door behind me. Heeding his orders, I ate the food that was provided next to the basin of water. I was only glad that it wasn't water and stale bread like I had in the slave house; instead it was hot soup and wine. After eating, I undressed myself and took the rag in the basin and rubbed it against my skin. It felt good to wash away the dirt and grime from my body.

As I washed myself, the sound of glass scratching startled me. I slowly walked to the window to see what was scratching it. I thought it was just a tree branch, but I caught the sight of a leathery wing. I just figured it had been a bat.

I turned and looked out the window as far as I could to try to catch sight of the mysterious bat, but I was interrupted when the door opened. I turned around quickly and the prince was standing there.

"I see you have already prepared yourself." he said.

I looked down and realized that I was still naked. I felt the blood in my cheeks heat up and I looked down at the floor.

"There is no need to hide yourself from me. You cannot hide anything from me, Amber. As I promised, I have a gift for you."

He approached me and pulled a metal collar from his inside his robes. It wasn't a crude looking one as I had seen other slaves where in the slave house, but it was a smooth and plated with gold. In the slave house, we were told that wearing our master's collar was an honor. Was this really an honor to wear the prince's collar around my neck for the remainder of my days? I wanted to back up in terror, but I was frozen to the spot where I was standing.

"Kneel." he ordered, in a demanding tone.

With nothing left to do, I knelt to my knees and waited. The prince moved behind me and put my long brown hair over one shoulder and I allowed him to place the collar on me and there was a loud click as the collar locked in place. I was now marked as his property and his slave. The sound of the collar locking was the most horrifying sound I ever heard in my life. It sounded much like that of a thunderclap during a storm.

"Rise, I wish to look upon my new slave." he demanding.

I rose to my feet and he proceeded to lie me on the bed. I watched as he undressed himself before he got on top of me. He stroked my face and inhaled my smell.

I began to observe his body. He was very muscular and looked strong. I did not dare to fight in fear of what he would do.

"You're beautiful." he said.

He started to force my legs open and position me where he wanted. I was too scared to move at all; my body went rigid.

"Beautiful." he repeated before entering me.

I winced in pain and gritted my teeth as my maidenhead was torn from me. The prince spoke soothingly to me before he started thrusting inside me. Tears began streaming down my face as he worked within me. I did not want this. I had hoped to save my virginity for the man I married. Now, I did not see that happening as the prince continued thrusting in me.

He took my breasts and started kneading them in his hard callused hands. I silently prayed that this torture would be over soon. There was no other word for it. This was torture. I felt no pleasure there, only pain. I expected this to be pleasurable as I was lead to believe from the experienced slaves in the slave house. There was just pain. I felt his release inside me and he collapsed on top of me.

After he regained his strength, he got up from the bed, dressed, and left, without asking for my welfare. I turned on my side and touched the cold metal of the collar around my neck before I began crying uncontrollably.

I cried for my fellow slaves, hoping that they did not have to endure this type of slavery.

I cried for my lost virginity.

I cried for my lost life.

I cried for the life I had to live for the rest of my life. Knowing that I could never escape.