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You've been in slave training since you were 15. Your parents dumped you in an 'orphanage,' presumably unaware of what it really was. At least, you hope they didn't know. There have always been whispers that the trainee's parents all knew exactly what they were doing, and that they were paid to leave their kids there. You pray that's not true. You've been stuck here for four years since, making you 19.
The way it works is pretty simple. Once you're old enough and well enough trained, you'll be auctioned off to an owner. The owner is kind of like a pimp, who rents you to clients who want to use you. It sounds pretty horrible, but it's not that bad.
First of all, your owner is required to give you a comfortable place to live and sleep when you're not booked. They also have to provide meals. Anybody who rents you has to agree to a few things:
If they mistreat their slave, the owner has connections. The police will mysteriously find drugs or illegal weapons in the house and they'll obviously be blacklisted from ALL slave operations.
Second, they have to prove they're STD free. They don't have to wear protection, though, since the slave is provided birth control.
It's not terrible! The only downside is that the slaves aren't exactly given a choice. But, you're one of the lucky ones that's into it. Random guys fucking you and treating you like a precious object? Never having to work a day in your life? You're totally down for it.
You've been packing your things all day, and you just finished up. You're now getting out of your pajamas and into your uniform! You put on your short sleeved white button up and blue skirt, paired with white knee-high socks and Mary Janes. You just finished up your hair when the speakers announced:
"F/N L/N, please report to the front office for departure."
It's finally time! You grabbed your bags and burst out of your room, a backpack on your back and a rolling suitcase beside you. The suitcase went clunk-clunk-clunk as you ran down the stairs, straight to the main office.
The ginger lady at the front desk, who you knew as Ms. Martin, eyed you as you walked in. You went up to her and she said monotonously, "Y/N, dear, congrats. The auctioneer truck is waiting outside, head to the door and security will escort you there." She handed you a slip, which you took without reading.
"Thank you, Ms. Martin," you smiled and exited the office, heading to the door. Once you opened the door, security was indeed standing there. A big, bald man with a police-like uniform locked eyes with you. "Y/N?" he asked to confirm.
"Yes," you replied nervously. The man grunted and grabbed your arm, not quite roughly, but not gently. He brought you down the sidewalk and toward a U-Haul. He opened up the back and gestured for you to get inside. You gave the man your luggage and crawled up into the truck, finding it to have no seats. There were a few other girls in similar uniforms, presumably from other training facilities, and one guy. He seemed to be a trainee as well, in uniform. Your facility was all girls, so it was a bit strange for you to see a boy.
The door slammed shut behind you and the other trainees scrambled to sit up against the door. You continued standing and watching them, confused, before the truck started moving and you understood. The movement sent you flying back into the door, where you hit your head. Ouch! You quickly moved to sit down, holding your head.
The girl next to you had a long sleeved white button up and red dress pants. Her brown hair was tied up into a ponytail and she had a red tie around her neck. Her sunken eyes looked over to you. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, I should've warned you," she said, voice raspy.
"No, I'm fine," you lied. Your head was throbbing.
"....... What's your name? I'm Diane," she introduced herself.
"Y/N," you replied.
"That's a nice name," Diane smiled, though her eyes were dull. The others in the truck were giving you too weird looks, as if it was weird to have a conversation here. "How long were you in training? Was your training good?"
"Um, four years," you answered. "And I think it was good? I wasn't exactly top of my facility..."
"No, I don't mean good as in talent. I mean. Were they mean?" she asked quietly, as if it was some kind of controversial topic.
"Umm... No, most of the trainers were pretty nice. What do you mean 'mean?'" you asked.
Diane looked down at her legs. "Did they hit you?"
"Wh- No?? Are you okay?" you asked, concerned.
"Oh.... Umm, okay. Sorry to ask. I'm fine," she shook her head. "What did you do in your training?"
"Umm... They showed me the different positions... Anatomy, of course..."
"Oh. That's nice," Diane smiled weakly.
"Why? Doesn't every place teach the same thing?" you frowned.
Diane opened her mouth to reply, but the U-Haul door came open and we were at an unfamiliar place. The light was blinding compared to how dim it was before. A few security guards were standing there - one for each person. The guards took a girl, the guy, then Diane, then you. You were walked with your arms held behind your back up to an outdoor stage. There were already a few other groups of people in uniforms and holding slips like yours standing there, and you were shoved into the group with Diane and the others. None of you dared to speak.
You all watched as a short, chubby girl was front and center on stage. Her hair was long and frizzy, and she wore a black button up and purple midi skirt. A man was speaking quickly to the crowd, standing next to her with his hand on her shoulder.
"2,500 for the girl? Come on, I am looking for 2,500 because this girls needs an owner!-" the man said quickly. This must be the auction.
A man in the crowd raised his paddle.
"Andddd we have 2,500 for the girl! Remember folks, she's incredibly well behaved, quite worth your money! Do we have 2,600? Do we see a 2,600 for the girl?" he continued, but nobody raised their paddles. "Going once! Going twice! SOLD to the man with the red and green paddle for 2,600 dollars!" he smiled, patting the girl on her back before shoving her off to the side and behind a curtain.
He snatched up another girl, took the slip from her hand, and read it quickly before crumpling it up and tossing it into a pile that already had a few other papers.
"Folks, this is Janice Bracken! She's a feisty one," he put his hand on her shoulder. She had a tall, lanky figure and short black hair. "She definitely bites, but I'm sure she'd be a good addition for those who like a little challenge!" The auctioneer chuckled heartily. "Starting price of 1,000! Anybody gonna snatch her up-"
A man immediately raised his paddle.
"Andddd we're now at 1,100! 1,100 dollars, folks-"
Another man raised his paddle. This continued for a few minutes before-
"Going once, going twice, anddddd sold to the man with the purple paddle for 1,900!" The auctioneer shoved the girl off to the side, the same place where he shoved the last one.
He continued auctioning people until he grabbed Diane, the girl you talked to on the way there. He read her slip and put his hand on her shoulder, "Folks, this is Diane Harlemant! She's quite the stone-face, barely reactant to anything you do to her! She could be a great addition to your roster! Starting price, 700!"
Only 700? That's a pretty cheap price. You feel pretty bad for her.
A woman raised her paddle.
"Anddd 800 for the anti-reactive girl? Looking for 800 dollars?? Come on, folks, 800??" Nobody raised their paddles. The autctioneer frowned. "Going once, going twice! Sold! To the woman with the blue and gold paddle," he pushed Diane off to the side. You silently prayed for her to be safe.
After he went through a few more people, the auctioneer finally made it to you. He took your slip and read it before crumpling it and tossing it into the growing pile of papers. "Folks, this is F/N L/N. She's not only beautiful, but also very reactive and obedient! Her record is full of above average performances. Starting price of 2,000!"
A man raised his paddle quickly.
"Anddd 2,100! Looking for 2,100 for this beautiful-"
Another man raised his paddle.
"2,200!! 2,200 for the obedient-"
A woman raised her paddle.
"2,300! Next we need 2,300 for her! 2,300! 2,300, anybody?"
The second man raised his paddle again.
"2,400! We are looking for 2,400 for this fine rental! 2,400! 2,400? Anybody? Going once, going twice, SOLD to the man with the green and black paddle!"
You looked out into the crowd and spotted the man. Lord, was he HOT. One of the hottest in the crowd, you'd say. You only got a few seconds to look before he started walking off to the side. The auctioneer shoved you off to the same side, behind the curtain.
You found yourself walking down a few steps, waiting in the grass. A sign said, "PLEASE WAIT HERE TO MEET YOUR OWNER."
You waited a moment before the man came to meet you behind the curtain. He was dressed in a white button up and black dress pants.
"Hello, pretty," he greeted. "Y/N, was it?"
You nodded shyly, looking down at your feet.
"Oh, come on. No need to be shy, dear," he reached out and tilted your head up to look at him gingerly. "So beautiful... You'll be perfect for my collection. Come on, dear. Come to the car and I'll explain my rules there," he grabbed your wrist gently and led you off. He brought you to a black truck, in which he had you sit in the passenger side.
He turned the keys and started driving, "So, Y/N. I'm Daniel Finch, but you must address me as Master. Understood?"
"Yes, Master," you nodded quickly.
"Good girl. We have three other girls back at the house," he explained. "Their names are Camilla, Sammy, and Jasmin. You each get your own rooms. Breakfast is at 8, lunchtime at noon, and dinnertime at 5. Sound good?" he explained as he drove.
"Yes, Master," you nodded.
"Good. Quite the respectful thing you are," he smirked, pulling into a driveway. He parked, got out, and walked over to the other side of the car to let you out. You followed him inside the house, taking off your shoes once you made it in the door.
"I'll show you your room," he grabbed your wrist and led you across the house. It was a pretty average house, worn in but cozy. The tv was on and you spotted a girl watching it from the couch. He led you to a room with a brown door labeled "#4." He opened it up and led you inside. The room had a bed in one corner, a desk, and a closet. No windows.
"I hope you like it dear. I'll book you some jobs tonight, so be ready soon. I'll tell you when they are in the morning. You can meet the other girls in the morning, as well. You'll need the rest now," he explained. "Goodnight, dear."
"Goodnight, Master," you nodded as he closed the door and locked it from the outside. You took a deep breath, processing that you've finally made it. You quickly realized that you never got your luggage. Shoot! No pajamas for you, then. You were pretty tired, so you planned to sleep now. You looked inside the closet, since you had no pajamas, and sighed with relief. It's full of clothes! It's all your size, too. Perfect!
You pick out a long sleeve tee and some pajama pants, throwing those on and hopping into bed. You fell asleep quickly, tired from the long day.