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Chateau, 2
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The Chateau.2A
Early the next morning the two of us were again stuffed into the tiny cage
and placed on the cart. We must have been a sight. Naked and filthy, not
having bathed in days, and with her hair cut away, the young mistress no
longer looked a bit a member of the privileged class. She was just one of
two slaves on the way to market. After a couple of uncomfortable hours in
the cage we almost welcomed the sight of the tents, although the approaching
reality of the slave market was not entirely welcome to either of us.
From what we could see, the slave market was a loosely organized encampment
of carts and tents all focused upon a makeshift staging. The stage was of
rough wood and bare, save a slender pole with a number of rings attached set
upright in the center of the platform. It was no mystery that the pole would
be used to secure unruly prisoners. From where the cart stopped, we could
not see the activity on the stage. We could hear the yelling and bidding
that was going on and occasionally a glimpse of some other unfortunate man or
woman being taken to the stage. Finally the cage was opened and the young
mistress, or former mistress, was taken ungracefully to the ground. Having
been cramped in the case for such a period, she was a bit awkward on her
feet, but soon stood on her own. All the ropes that bound her were removed
and a simple set of shackles were fitted to her wrists. with that, two men
took her by the arms and led the scruffy girl away.
A few minutes later the men returned and removed me from the cage. I was in
like manner, untied and fitted with shackles on my wrists and led away. I
was soon introduced to the part of the camp that we had not seen. Behind the
tents was a clearing with a number of poles, like the one on the stage, set
into the ground. As we approached I saw my cage mate, her arms pulled above
her head, on display to the waiting crowd. Moments later my arms were being
pulled to a ring set into an adjacent pole. A few feet away were two more
girls and a young man being secured in a like manner. I had been bound for
less than a minute when the crowd gathered around the group of us and began
to inspect the merchandise. Before long rough hands were inspecting my
breasts and ass, probing fingers exploring my thighs and, nearly every every
part of my body. Struggle as I would, nothing provided relief from the
scrutiny until the auction began and the crowd moved to the stage. We stood
nearly alone for several minutes before the men came for the young mistress.
She yelled, tugged and pulled, but nothing saved her from the block. Gagged
and dragged to the stage, she was put up for auction, as a common slave. I
could not see the proceedings, but I caught a glimpse of her, still nude and
gagged, being tied to a horse and led away.
It was soon my time, as I was freed from the pole and led to the stage. It
was not a graceful affair. There I stood, bound to yet another pole on the
stage as the auctioneer, a rude little man, pointed out the parts of my body
to the onlookers, and described how I might be enjoyed, if purchased. As his
hands fondled my breasts, he started the bidding.
"Who'll gimme' 10 pieces of gold for this beauty ! Just look at these firm
tits!"
There had been only two bids when a dignified voice came from the rear of
the crowd.
"One hundred fifty."
There was no response. The crowd fell silent. There was a brief pause and
then the auctioneer responded.
"Sold to the gentleman for one hundred fifty pieces of gold...and a fine
choice he has made."
In the excitement I had not even gotten a look at the man who had bought me.
Before I knew what was happening, I was released from the pole on the stage
and taken to the rear of the stage. The shackles were released from my
wrists, my hands were tied behind my back with rope, and a rope leash was
tied about my neck. I was wrapped, as it were, ready to be taken away.
I stood about for some time before my owner came to claim me. He was a
tell, well dressed man, not a nobleman, but clearly well kept. I had not
noticed him before either while on display nor while on the stage, but
clearly he had noticed me. Without a word, he took the rope leash and led me
away to the far end of the encampment.
"Who are you, why did you buy me," I blurted?
"I am in the employ of the Marquis DuVal. You were purchased for his
enjoyment. You need not know any more. Silence."
The man placed a cape around my shoulders, the first clothing I had seen in
some time. I was then blindfolded, placed atop a horse and led away. It was
must have been near dusk as we approached the chateau judging from the cooler
air. When we finally stopped, two people helped me down from the horse and I
was led away by the leash, still blindfolded. Finally coming to a halt I was
left standing on a soft carpet, the leash finally removed from my neck.
"Sir, may I present the slave girl that I have procured for you."
With that introduction the cape was removed and I was displayed to the man
who was to me my new master. I wanted, in the worst way, to see what was
going on, but the blindfold plagued me. I soon felt hands on my body,
inspecting every part, as had been the case before the auction. Fingers
pinched my nipples, making them erect.
"Spread your legs, slave."
Obediently I moved my legs apart.
A soft hand massaged my thighs and then began to explore my cunt. Soon his
finger was sliding deeper into me, massaging my clit, making me become damp.
I wasn't quite sure to press to him, as it did feel quite nice, or to pull
away in disgust. Without warning, his hand pulled away.
"Excellent purchase! Have her bathed and brought to my bedchamber."
I was taken by the arm and led away realizing that I was to become the
unwilling concubine of the master. I was led down several flights of stairs
and with a few words of instruction, I was left with a woman. The ropes
binding my wrists and the blindfold was finally removed to reveal myself in a
chamber with three girls, all dressed in simple scant clothing. All wore
collars seemingly indicating that they too were slaves. I began to speak,
but one of them quickly pressed her fingers to my lips making it clear that
talking was not permitted. I was made to stand in a wooden tub as they began
to pour warm water over my body and to massage away the dust that had covered
me by now. My hair was washed and combed. Finally clean I stepped from the
tub and was dried by three pairs of hands. Next, I was laid on a cot, and
the same hands began to massage my entire body with a fragrant oil. After
the rude experiences of the past days, I was soon feeling quite wonderful as
every part of my body received attention. My dream state was suddenly broken
by the realization that I would soon be taken to the Marquis' bedchamber and
would be paying a price for this luxury.
Finally I was dried and dressed in a sheer silk cape. I thought, only for a
moment, that this might be my moment to attempt an escape. My idea was
quashed by the sight of two shackles hanging from the ceiling, and several
whips hanging on the wall nearby. The mere sight of these items were quite
effective in keeping me in my place. Two of the girls took me by the arms
and gently led me from the room. We passed up the stairs and through several
hallways before we came to a halt.
"The Master's chamber is through that door. You must wait here until he
comes for you. Do not leave this place or you will be severely punished."
With that the girls left me standing in the hall. I stood for some time
before finally sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. It wasn't
long before I had fallen asleep.
"Miss Collins, Miss Collins," came the voice.
Startled I looked up to see Paul standing above me with a man dressed in a
uniform.
Startled I moved quickly to cover myself before realizing that I was dressed
in my shorts and blouse.
"I found the guard. We aren't trapped for the weekend"
In a daze, not knowing what was real or a dream I stood up and after shaking
a few more cobwebs from my mind, followed Paul and the guard out of the
chateau. I had hardly grasped reality beforess I was climbing onto the tour
bus, the driver giviing me dirty looks for having held up the tour. All the
way back to my hotel I tried to make sense of what I had dreamed. It had all
seemed so real, but here I was on the tour bus back in the 20th century.
Finally I was opening the door to my hotel room. I dropped my purse and
plopped onto the bed. "What a Day." After a few minutes I got up and began
to run the water for a well deserved warm bath. I slid out of my shorts,
blouse, and bra. As I slid my panties down I caught sight of myself in the
mirror. To my shock I realized that the soft triangle of hair between my
legs was gone, cut away, crudely shaved! Sarah! Sarah had been made to
shave me in the dream.
I finally got to sleep that night thinking that something makes me want to
return to the Chateau DuVal, but I can't quite make up my mind. Shall I
return to meet my fate with the Marquis or leave the dream as a soft memory.
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