Welcome to my world! As always, here comes the disclaimer. You just can't live without those, can you? My stories are almost always fantasy based, (vampires and werewolves and angels, Oh my!) and this one is no different. This story holds strong BDSM themes as well as Slavery. Mind you, my depiction of Slavery is *not* real life based, it is fantasy, my idea of what real slavery might be like in my fantasy world. If you choose to get into the real world scene, do your research, make sure you have safewords and stay completely safe. That said, if none of the above bothers you, enjoy the first installment of "Slave to Love".
Eko cowered down in the corner of the well kept yet dusty corral, trying to hide his tiny form amidst the crowd of milling slaves. Yes, slaves. He had no way of knowing how he'd ended up in the city of Shalei, but one thing Eko was absolutely certain of: This was nothing even remotely similar to the world he came from.
He'd gone to sleep in the Utopia of home, where there truly was little to no violence, children were raised in a communal setting, with not one or two parents but a mass of adults that helped and loved each and every child. The sky was a pale lavender purple, the moon a deep glowing red, and the trees had leaves the color of the richest most beautiful emeralds ever to grace the hand of the most wealthy and prestigious Lady. Utopia. Eko had never really understood what Utopia meant, because all he'd ever known was peace, laughter, gentle parents and friends, and a sense of always belonging.
And he was ripped from all of that, from his happiness, from the certainty of a future into the uncertainty of a world where people sold people for amusement and gain, where rape was non existent if it was forced upon a slave, where he had no rights, no choices, and no chance to have protected himself from the Slavers and their whips and cattle prods.
Eko's head snapped up as two men approached the edge of the corral, eyes locked on his tiny form curled as low to the ground as possible. One was a slaver, Eko recognized him, but the other was no one he'd ever seen before, and he was most certainly the largest man he'd ever seen, so tall he towered over all those around.
"... and you're certain that this is a purchase I wont regret?" the man who spoke, the new one, he had the most incredible deep green eyes, and shoulder length auburn hair that seemed to gleam like spun rubies in the weak light of the late evening sun. His skin was pale and he had the most kind, almost gentle smile.
The slaver was quick to placate the large man as Eko watched out of the corners of his eyes and focused on listening into the conversation. "This one is nothing like the last one I sent to you." The slaver said hurriedly, "This one is very shy, he has not be used yet nor have we put him through any training what so ever, when I laid eyes on him I thought of you immediately!" The vile Slaver brightened, beaming at the large man who simply ignored him, moving along the edge of the corral towards Eko.
"He really is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen." The big man said, speaking about him as though he wasn't even present. "How'd you get him?"
"He was taken on a short expedition to a peaceful world. We decided to only take one specimen, so we did so at night when they were asleep. They probably think this one ran away in the middle of the night. If he turns out to be good slave material we might go back to take more. What do you think of his wings, Master Daman?"
"Stunning," Master Daman sounded distracted, and Eko glanced up to see what held his attention only to find himself staring into those intense emerald green eyes. He felt captured for just a moment, like the proverbial deer in headlights, and slowly the Masters lips curved upwards into a slight smile and Eko tore his gaze away, staring down at the dusty ground beneath him as he focused on breathing, bringing the softness of his multi-hued feathered wings around his tiny body in a protective manner. "Bring him here." Daman commanded gently, then held up his hand, "Never mind, I'll go to him." Moments later he'd climbed over the wooden fencing and dropped to the ground beside Eko, kneeling down to get closer to eye level with him.
"Hello, little one." His tone was soft, but Eko cowered away from him and looked down and away, pretending he wasn't being spoken too. "How long have you been in Shalei?" he murmured, and Eko swallowed hard, fear a cold knot in his stomach.
"Th-three days, S-sir." He stammered out quietly.
"Three days, humm? Have you been touched at all during your stay here?" Daman wanted to know if he'd been misused in any way, but Eko didn't quite understand what kind of answer he wanted.
"Th-that Slaver h-hit me." He whimpered, turning his face away and blushing. "I didn't move fast enough."
Daman cut a glance towards the Slaver, who seemed bright red at the comment the slave had made, and then looked back at Eko. His hand came up to carefully brush the silken lavender-streaked black locks from his delicate face, then lifted his head by the chin so he could look into the most beautiful pale lavender eyes he'd ever seen. "I'll take him." Daman said, then released his chin and began to get to his feet, taking his newly acquired slave by the arm and pulling him up to his full height, which couldn't have been more then just under five feet to Daman's nearly Giant's Status. "Go draw up the paper work; I'm taking him home with me now."
"Surely, Master Daman." The slaver turned and scampered off, gathering the papers he'd been presumptuous enough to have had drawn up before Daman ever even saw the slave Eko.
Eko was silent while the humiliating exchange took place. He stood at Daman's side, and the large man never once removed his hand from the back of his neck. While it wasn't a cold touch, it was decidedly possessive, and Eko didn't like the idea of being possessed by anyone. He was his own man, he wanted to be his own man, and he felt uncertain and nervous about what he would be expected to do as the slave of this strange Master.
The walk back to what would become his new home was equally humiliating, as the Slaver had fastened a simple collar around his delicate neck, and handed a leash to his Master by which Eko was forced to be lead about as if he were some sort of animal. Nothing could have been more embarrassing, and he found the beautiful wings he was so proud of dragging on the ground, drooping with his misery until he was lead into a large and lovely home and handed over to an elderly woman to be properly "Groomed and readied."
"Donae ye be too scared of tha Master there, young one." She said briskly as she dragged him swiftly down the marble floored hallway, and then nearly pushed him through a huge doorway into what might have been considered a bathroom.
