Renya, now with proper spacing...hopefully.

Story by Lpariah

Okay, lets hope this works...Vauric gave me a hand with the formatting so lets try it!

Chapter 1: Of being sold…

Renya couldn’t believe how things had come to this. She was sitting now in on a cot in a white room not unlike a doctor’s office. She was currently alone in the room, it’s simple unadorned white walls lacking even a single window felt somehow oppressive to her. And why wouldn’t it? She had just been bought as a slave.

She didn’t really want to remember how she has been paraded before many prospective buyers, hundreds of men and a few women too, they leered at her as she stood before them. They began shouting out amounts, each larger than the last until finally the auctioneer yelled sold. Renya had be very embarrassed and ashamed, she held back tears during the whole event, she didn’t even know who had finally ended up buying her life, that worried her greatly. There were horror stories about slave market buyers that were little more than cannibals buying slave to make into a meal. She deeply hoped that would not be the case with her.

She had be quickly transported in a windowless carriage, during the trip she continued to hit tears and her own imagination. She kept having frightening thoughts, of whips, of chains and of brutal, painful, humiliating sex. She knew that most women bought as slave ended up as sex toys, she didn’t really fear that, sex feels very good to her and if it was just normal sex, maybe with some blowjobs thrown in she could manage. But like many young woman she had heard all the stories; beatings, anal sex (the thought had always scared but aroused her but she had never tried it out of embarrassment), and of coursed the bondage. Being tied down is frightening for anyone.

The carriage stopped. She felt a sudden flash of fear and adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster. Boots feet walking on cobblestones could be heard somewhere outside, they were coming towards the single locked door. Heart beating faster and faster with which heavy booted step she began to bite back sobs of terror, this was it she had arrived at her master’s home, she would never again see the outside and it was all because of her flighty, spendthrift mother.

The door opened suddenly and there was a large, hairy, smelly man standing there looking in on her. She was crying now, tears rolling down her checks, if this man was to be her master she couldn’t take it. He had an ugly full beard with bits of food stuck in it, he was balding and he the eyes of a drunken sailor all perverted stares and quick furtive glances. He quickly reached into the carriage and took hold of Renya’s right wrist, she shrieked a little when he did, and pull her roughly from the carriage.

She saw only a metal gate with a simple of a hyena on it; it could have been any type of straggly dog however. Then she saw only blackness. A black, silk hood had been thrown over her head. She was dragged forward; she heard heavy metallic sounds as the gate ponderously opened. She hardly remembers anything else from that point forward, but the one thing she will never forget, not ever even if she should live a hundred million years was the harsh, heavy, grievous slam of the gates behind her. She sobbed under her hood, there had never been any escape but that was the period at the end of her sentence to slavery.

She was thrown into this white, doctor’s office like room, sometime after she was pulled through those gates and here she has been for what seemed like ages. A large ugly man had told her to sit on the cot and wait, he then turned and slammed the door hard and locked it from the other side. Renya finished her sobbing in the long minutes that passed and finally she regained her senses enough to flop down on the cot and wait.

There was no way to tell time here, no sunlight, no clock of any kind, they had taken her watch away when the men had shown up at her and house and told her she had two choices, be sold as a slave or her mother would be killed. She didn’t know who the men were but she knew her mother was a hopeless gambler, she ran with a very bad crowd and the men were very likely some sort of mafia. Their expensive black suits and hardly concealed weapons would have confirmed this if Renya had ever seen them.

So she continued to sit, beginning to feel more and more anxious with each passing possible minute. It was very silent in the white room, nothing besides a single cot and a small cabinet filled the space. If she were less afraid she would have been very bored.

Finally she heard a loud jangle of keys on the other side of the door, she turned quickly towards it feeling her stomach drop a little. The door opened quickly and a woman stepped inside. Renya was somewhat relieved by that. The woman quickly closed the door and rapped twice on it and someone locked it again from the other side.

The woman was older than Renya but not by much, she was dressed in a white lab coat like doctor’s sometim

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