The Slave Owner

Imogen's gaze was glued to the mirror which was fixed on the wall, she took a look at herself, admiring her beauty.

Similarly, the mirror was giving her full access to her body. The beauty, many will wish for, but not her life.

The life of a slave, not just any slave but an s3x slave.

Women of high values and importance, noble ladies, they all wished for her beauty but she wanted their life, to be someone that's respected and valued.

It pays to be born ugly and be rich than being born beautiful and be a slave, if your master tells you to die, you do so without hesitation, go naked around the town and you do or face bitter consequences.

That is the life of a slave, the fate of a slave. You don't have permission to live the way you want it, your master determines how to live and when you die. And today that kind of life just began for her, because she will get sold today, to her new master, the one who will determine if she lives or not.

It has been ten years since her mom sold her to one of the famous auction houses in the country known for their notorious purchase and selling of girls.

Her mother sold her for five pouches of coins, she tried hating her, she want to but she knows how hard it was for her. It is hard to survive out there, it is hard for the commoners and slaves, you have to do dirty things to live.

Just to survive, her mom sold her. And her mistress trained her for eight years. Today she is finally a woman. So her mistress said, "You are finally a woman, you will get sold"

Those words troubled her, waves of panic set in, she thought she was prepared but how could one be prepared for such.

She has always watched other girls getting sold, she learned how to pleasure a man and seduce them. Her mistress taught her how to be ready, "With your beauty, you will bring good fortune to me Imogen but am not sure what will happen to you after you get sold. You have to be prepared, you might get lucky and have a master like Emily or become unfortunate and have a master like Gwen" That is what her mistress always tells her.

She has always wished to be bought by someone like Mr Charles, Emily master. A noble and righteous man who got Emily because his wife was barren, to give birth, he has to take a new wife but he loves his wife deeply so he got a slave instead. And since they brought in Emily, they started treating her like family, it is hard to say if Emily was a slave once.

She want a master like that, but she could only wish.

Her fate depends on today's auction, whoever she gets sold to. But what is even more worst than getting sold is not getting sold.

Her heart almost jumped out of its casket when she heard the door open.

"It is time, Imogen," Her Mistress Samantha said to her. It was like judgement day for her, telling her it is her turn now.

She followed her mistress with a heavy sigh, troubled heart, tears threatened to fall. All she wants and pray for is for a mistress to send her back home. All this she knew was pointless, her mistress is a money cradle that will do anything for it.

Mercy? She had shown her mercy enough by letting her learn for eight years.

Crying won't do her any good, her fate has already been decided since her mother sold her.

Her mistress stopped, and so did she. "Stretch your hand" Samantha instructed and Imogen did. A Guard in front of the door put a shackle on her wrist, with her number craved on it.

She opened the door for her and they both entered. In the room, she saw girls around her age, girls she knew and those she doesn't.

Some were with tears, some just stood stiff, while some had a sad look on their face like hers.

"I will call you girls out according to your numbers, you will be led out by Bonnie" Samantha stated pointing to her assistant.

"So those of you crying should wipe those tears and put on your happy face if you want to make it out of there. Am sure you understand the rules, if you don't get sold today then you know what your fate will be. I will sell you to mine workers to work there for the rest of your life."

"You know that is worst than being a sex slave" She gritted while the girls gulped down.

"Now, do exactly as I have taught you. See you girls, at the auction" She smiled and left them.

"I can't do this" A girl bursts into tears, "I don't want to be a slave" She cried but no one paid attention to her.

"It isn't a choice, your fate has already been decided the moment you stepped inside here" Bonnie the assistant uttered with no emotions.

"You are right, most of us don't have a choice. But we don't deserve this" Another girl said.

Bonnie looked at her and grinned. "Then do something about it. You can't accept it but there is nothing you can do"

A loud cheer interrupted the girl from talking, fears gripped the girls.

"It has begun," Imogen said and moved away from the door.

"Number One" Samantha loud voice came. All eyes turned to the girl who was crying a moment ago.

"Me? No, No" She shakes her head moving back. "Guards" Bonnie called, and two huge guys came out.

"Take her to the auction stage" She ordered and the guards approaches the girl and carried her out by force. She tried struggling but she was no match for the two.

Moments later, "Sold" Was the first thing they heard after the long silence.

"Number 2" Samantha voice came again and Bonnie with the guards entered.

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The auction proceeded for almost an hour and it was soon to be her turn.

Imogen was alone in the room, knowing it will soon be her turn. She could hear her heart racing so fast, her legs quivered, her forehead sweaty.

She was in a total state of despair, anyone could notice though she tried putting it off with a smile, as she constantly tells herself it is ok.

She will get lucky, "she will get sold to a good master" She muttered between closed teeth to encourage herself even if it was a mere hope.

"Sold, And for today the last bidding. Number 20"

"My turn. It is My turn now" She said and the door slides open.

Bonnie with the two guards standing in front of her.

"We won't need to carry you, right?" She questioned.

Imogen nodded and walked towards her. She was led by Bonnie to the stage, "Mrs Samantha had high hopes in you for today's auction, I hope you don't disappoint her"

Imogen only nodded to her words. The loud cheer was getting closer and closer, "the moment she hates most has finally come" She thought as she entered a room and the door closes.

Her heart beats when she saw the whole crowd attention is situated on her.

Many men look drunk and horny, and there are many you just can't read their expressions.

The smell of men old and young, their wine and their intentions, this familiar moment but yet not welcoming.

She was dragged by a guard to the stage.

"This is the last bidding, your lucky moment to have such a beauty at home, satisfy you any moment. Just one gaze of her and you get hard immediately, the beauty of this whole auction and the exciting part is that she has never been touched" She elaborated and the men screamed excited.

"So gentlemen, shall we get to the bidding."

"For a start, twenty-five bags of gold Coin"

"Twenty-five," Imogen thought surprised.

"Thirty" A voice came from the crowd.

"Forty" Voice Two

"Forty-five" Another one came.

"Fifty-five to have that whore in my room" A man shouted drunk.

"We have Fifty-five" Mistress Samantha smiled.

"Sixty" Another man stood up.

"We have Sixty, going to sixty. Going for sixty, sol....."

"Hundred" A voice came from behind and everyone gasped.

"Hundred??" Imogen and questioned, she never knew anyone would be willing to buy her for that prize.

"Did you just say hundred?" Mistress Samantha asked and the man stood up.

"I will buy her for hundred, and give fifty more if she is good as you said," He said with pride.

"Wow...." Samantha exclaimed. "We have a hundred going, anyone more?" She asked but no one replied.

Instead, they were murmuring among them "I never expected to see him here."

"Who is he?"

"The owner of Sebastian castle, the popular and dread lord Simon Sebastian," The men said loud enough for Imogen to hear.

"Dread?"

"Sold for hundred of bags" The mistress announced and giggled.

Imogen looked at the face of her new master, their eyes met. There was no expression of emotions in his eyes, he wasn't excited or angry.

His expression was blank and cold. But something do seem dreadful about him, there was something about him that she can't just explain.

Whatever it is, one thing is for sure.

She was sold to her worst nightmare.