Sexy Slave - K Lime (the best motivational books .txt) 📗

It was dark. She had to give them credit for that. She listened carefully to the sounds around her trying to identify where the group was being taken. Frustrated, she gives up and gazes around the van with its poor lighting. There were a few people she thought she recognized, but none familiar enough to ask questions about. The girl next to her had stopped crying and was leaning her head on her shoulder, she didn’t really mind being a pillow, but it was so uncomfortable. The dark musty smelling van and other women in various stages of nudity and roughed up condition was not the dream place to be a pillow.

The vehicle they were in began to slow and finally to stop. Probably another piss stop she thought angrily to herself. Within a few moments, the doors open and the exit is blocked by the men in purple and black suits. The light burns her sensitive eyes and she hisses in pain. The girl beside her wakes up and frantically clutches her arm. She didn’t know her well; she was perhaps in her early teens still but the fear made her look even younger. Her slightly small stature and lanky frame only emphasized the idea. The men slowly began to step into the vehicle and grab women by attaching a metal pole with a rope around one end to their collars.

“Come on blackie” A tall muscular man with grey eyes says holding the pole out to her.

She knows better to resist. She hadn’t been there long, but she saw what enough resisting did. She slips the rope around her neck tensing as it tightens.

“You don’t have to call me by my hair color you know.” She says hoping to amuse her captor in some way. It didn’t work.

“Would you rather it were your eye color slut?”

Ouch. That was a low blow. Her eyes had always been a rough hit to her. For some reason, her eyes were a strange mixture of colors. They were white, blue, and brown. It was an odd mix. They resembled a paint horse in some ways.

“No need to be violent.”

“Shut up.” He snaps violently at her pushing her forward down the hall.

Within a little while she finds herself in a room alone. The room isn’t very nice. In fact, it’s rather run down. The walls are of a dark red wood that almost matches the floor. There is no window, only a blanket and a tiny pillow lay in the corner. She knew what was going on, she just couldn’t bring herself to accept it.

Flashback

“Jezlyn! Jezlyn get down!!” She screamed as she saw her friend shot down before her eyes she bit back tears and continued to run.

The place was an absolute minefield. There were guards running around everywhere capturing anybody they could find. Some, she had noticed, shot down any of the runners. She prayed that she had snuck away unnoticed. Her home was in ruins. She hoped silently that her family had managed to get away, but knew they probably hadn’t. Tears welled up in her eyes at the memories of the family and her pets. They had been really the only few to accept her, now they were all gone.

The Greyval soldiers were everywhere in her town now. Poor Kirmian hadn’t lasted long in the war, but she always thought she would be safe here in the middle of nowhere.

A sudden movement caught her attention, but it’s too late, a soldier had tased her and she fell to the ground twitching. His green eyes looked down at her with almost pride as he bound her and took her with him. She wasn’t sure, but she blacked out some time and the reopened her eyes inside the van.

“Blackie is awake,” A gruff female voice said from across from her.

She looks up and sees the van is full of women of various ages and a few men. They were all prisoners of war and they knew it. The best thing, was that they were in a low quality
dealers hands. That meant easy way to get away.

“Does my skin look that way to you, cause I’m sure I’m white as a rose.” She said looking down at her skin before running a hand through her obviously tangled hair.

“Easy there, would you like a different name? You’re the only one with black hair other than small fry next to you there. So it just stuck.”

“Call me Angel.”

“Is that your name?” A voice from her right peeped up.

“Yes.”

“Do you know where we are going?” The gruff blonde in front of her asked.

“Slave auction correct? And I’m guessing Caratia.”

“I think it is a Caratia van, I didn’t see the outside.”

“It’s low enough quality it should be.”

“Yea. So…Where are you from?”

End Of Flashback

Her flashback ends and she thinks back to that ride. They were right about the van, but she, Small Fry, Blondie, and two males had been taken by a different van after a stop. This one, was Zerox, which meant, heavy duty stuff.

The door in front of her opens and she looks up hissing once more at the light to see a man standing in front of her.

“Up. I’m to have you showered and cleaned before the auction.”

Slowly she stands stretching carefully so not to damage any muscles and follows the man who held her captive with hand cuffs behind her back. His arm on her shoulder leads her into a large bathroom. The tub is in ground and obviously used often. He un-cuffs her hands and pushes her towards the water. She removes her clothes before sliding into the water and beginning to wash herself with the scented shampoo. Within a few moments she is done. She looks once more at her body, glad that she had gotten laser hair removal done last year and steps into the towel he stood holding for her. She dries herself off and he leads her into the adjacent room.

Inside, she is dolled up in new slave colors and hears talk of the auction.

“They’re going to be crazy with bids.”

“They haven’t had a captive of war auction in some time. It would be sad if they didn’t”

“Excuse me? Did you just say captive of war auction?” She asks the lady drying her hair curiously.

“Oh yes, they must not have told you, you dear, are a captive of war. You were involved in the war and your sale to a Greyval high ranking official will be most pleasing. He will show you off as his trophy.”

“I’m not somebody’s pet.”

“Not yet.”

With that comment, the woman falls silent and finishes the makeover. She is then taken back to her cell to wait until the auction.

Within a little while, another man is standing in front of her. He cuffs her and leads her down the dark halls to a room with large tables set up around it. There are a few other slaves inside already displayed on a table.

“Alright girly up on the table.” The kinder man helps her and gives her advice on her position so she would be more comfortable.

He adjusts her carefully and allows her to know her minimum bid. It was a surprising amount for all of the little things she had done. Oh well. The man tells her how much longer until the auction and the basic run down of things. Great, I get to sit here and look pretty while people place bids on me.

Soon, people began to file in and talk in the center of the room, a few of them looked around at the slaves, but nobody seemed too intent yet. She waits for a while and soon an older, fat, smelly creep walks up to her.

“I know you. You were involved in the raid on the lab at Jefferson.”

She shudders involuntarily and looks at him. Quickly he jots down a bid and allows her to see it, $100,000, double her minimum payment. She shivers angrily at the thought of being sold to this creep.

Suddenly a barking noise fills the room. She looks up instantly recognizing the bark. Sure enough, there running towards her through the crowded room, was her faithful pet, stone. He jumped up onto the table beside her with no problem and licked gently at her cheek.

“Stone heel.” She says looking at her companion happily.

He had obviously caused a large ruckus as now there were guards coming into the room as well along with a tall dark haired man. He was handsome, but then she recognized his face, he was the famous Lord Arlington. Suddenly, she felt she was going to be sick.

“There he is! Here kip, here!” Arlington shouts obviously at the dog.

Angel looks at Stone and then at the man. Within a short time, Arlington and a few guards surrounded her table. Stone growled and snarled angrily at anybody that reached too close.

“Well. Somebody has made a friend.” Arlington says looking at her coldly.

“His name is Stone.”

“How dare you try to name my pets.” Angrily he went to slap her and finds himself blocked by the snarling creature.

“Stone heel.” She says easily to the beast and he lays down in front of her watching the guards carefully.

“Impressive…” He grabs her clip board. “Well, seeing as my new pet won’t leave his old master, I’ll need a new pet. I think you will make a fine addition.”
He absently reaches out and strokes the dog on the head. She didn’t know what his bid was, but she desperately hoped somebody else would bid. Within the next hour and a half, the auction has ended and a few end up going through live auction. As her buyer walks back over to her,