Breeding a Lady, Breeding a Slave (Breeding Sex, BBW, Romance, Fantasy) (Erotic Tales of the Barbarian Empire) by Celia Demure Read Free Book Online

Breeding a Slave
     
    I found her at the slave auction at Kymeira Square. An acquaintance of mine, the Lesser-Lord Elonis Gal, pulled me along to the place, as he wanted to survey the load of petite blonde Kyssan pleasure-girls that had just arrived. I had business with him, and grudgingly obliged to accompany him out of courtesy.
    I watched the small ladies led onto the stage, stripped, displayed. Some of them were pretty enough, but I was irritated and tried to push my business with the boorish Gal. He was, alas, more interested in finding a Kyssan girl with a tight bottom he might enjoy reddening with his whip…
    Gal had already made several purchases when one of the final groups of females was brought to the front.
    And then… SHE was there.
    I am not sure how she came to be mixed with them. She was of a sturdy build, yet generously curved—as I could see even under the bulky robe she wore. The slave-masters led her onto the stage with two of the petite Kyssans, then pulled the loose robes from all three so that their features might be fully displayed in nakedness. It was a chill morning with a mist of rain, and the two small Kyssan girls shivered… but she stood steady and proud, oblivious to the cold.
    And she had reason to be proud. My eyes grew wide as I admired her body. Shoulders squared and strong, yet arms tapering to hands that were almost dainty. Proud breasts with nipples standing out in the cold like tiny pink fingers. Below them, the curve of her soft, rounded belly … Her hips flared wide, dramatically so, and my gaze was drawn to them and the image of feminine fecundity they seemed to represent, the dark curling hairs between the softly padded thighs…
    One of the slave masters turned them, and I had a good view of her broad back, body tapering towards her waist, then broad again at her full and luscious buttocks. Her long brown hair hung in a braid, down to the small of her flawless back.
    When the slave masters turned the females ‘round again, I saw her face.
    Dear est Goddess! If my loins had been stirred before, this was the moment my heart jumped.
    Those eyes, big, wet, some color I almost couldn’t name, maybe grey? They were downcast, but just once I saw them turn up, quickly scan the audience, and I imagined they met mine…
    They were set under bold eyebrows and a flawless forehead. A delicate little nose, and a mouth … Ahhhh! The mouth was wide, lips full and pouting, suggesting pride and vulnerability at once. Lips I HAD to kiss. There was no choice.
    A slave master held his open-palmed hand above her head, signal for the bid.
    My arm shot skyward and I placed a bid of 20,000 Gessae. Gal looked shocked at my sudden intensity and willingness to spend; the bid was indeed rather high to open. I did not care.
    My bid was not challenged, and in a few moments she was mine, only a few debit papers to sign. While I waited to collect her, a slave master handed me her pedigree, and I read it with hands strangely quivering.
    It said she was a Lady from a minor house of the island of Knelle, a nation defeated several years before on the Grand Fleet’s Quincentenary voyage of conquest. I recalled that most of the people had been destroyed in earthquakes and a rain of fire which our naval mages brought down …
    Still, for a Lady , 20,000 might not be so bad a price. She’d formerly been owned by an Outland estate, the name of which was not given. A scrawled note from her former master noted her as fairly obedient, but too withdrawn for his tastes.
    He also stated that her response to the whip was indifferent. For some reason, the idea of those strong shoulders and soft back under the lash coiled my stomach. Of course, there would be no scars, as the slave-masters employed expert healer-mages to polish up their wares and hide evidence of such previous use…
    I had almost forgotten about my “friend” Elonis Gal, until he met me at the holding pens, where I was to collect my new acquisition. He