Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess named Ariel. She had long, flowing golden hair and eyes as blue as the sky. Her father was a wise and powerful king, and she was his only heir.
Princess Ariel had a loyal and wise lady in waiting named Jeanne. Jeanne was a few years older than the princess, with raven black hair and sharp gray eyes. She was always cautious and calculated, often serving as a voice of reason against Ariel's more impulsive nature.
After reaching adulthood, princess Ariel's father finally allowed her to pursue her interest in magic. He enrolled her at the prestigious College of Magic, where she could learn to control her powers and harness them for the good of the kingdom.
Eager to begin her magical studies, princess Ariel wants to take her loyal lady in waiting, Jeanne, with her to the College of Magic. Jeanne, ever the voice of reason, worried about what kind of trouble Ariel might get herself into at the school full of young mages, but she knew that when it came to her mistress, sometimes the best thing to do was just to keep her close and intervene when things got out of hand.
The journey to the College of Magic is going to be a long one, and the King insisted that Princess Ariel and Jeanna be accompanied by one of his knights from the Royal Guard for their safety. Sir Jeremy, a skilled fighter and experienced adventurer, was assigned to escort the group on their voyage to the magic academy.
With all preparations made, the trio set off from the familiar walls of the royal castle. The morning air was cool and crisp, with a light fog blanketing the road ahead. As they traveled, the sunlight filtered through the trees, illuminating the dew-kissed leaves and warming the damp ground beneath them. The people they passed on the road greeted them warmly, and Jeanne returned each greeting with a smile. Ariel floated along in her thoughts, daydreaming about the great power she would soon possess as a master of magic. Sir Jeremy couldn't help but stare at the princess, already picturing himself as her husband someday. Before the gates of the city were completely out of sight behind them, Ariel glanced back over her shoulder, a faint feeling of unease settling in her chest. But her companions seemed carefree and content, and she pushed her worries aside, not knowing that they wouldn't be returning home for some time...
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Ariel, Jeremy and Jeanne [[left|ambush]] the capital at dawn, No sooner had the travelers left the city gates when they were stopped by a patrol of the city guard. The captain of the patrol, a stern-faced man named Orvus, approached the carriage and explained that a bandit camp had been discovered just off the main road. The royal army had been dispatched to deal with the threat, and a battle was imminent.
Orvus went on to say that the road ahead was dangerous and that he had been ordered to escort the princess and her companions safely to the next town.
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Jeanna looked troubled and frightened, while Jeremy seemed downright skeptical.
- Perhaps it would be best to return to the castle and wait for things to calm down, she said softly, hoping to ease the princess's worries - says Jeremy.
After a moment of tense silence, Jeanna nodded in agreement with his suggestion.
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Ariel's gaze lingered on the soldiers and Captain Orvus, something about them catching her attention. The uniforms didn't seem to fit quite right, and there were patches and flecks of blood where there shouldn't have been. These soldiers, members of the city guard, looked like they had recently seen battle, though whether they had emerged victorious or defeated, Ariel couldn't tell.
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[[Turn back|Orvus attacks]]Ariel thanked Captain Orvus with a polite smile and agreed to be escorted. Jeremy followed after her, grumbling under his breath, but dutifully staying close to the princess and her lady in waiting.
But no sooner had the three stepped onto the ship then an attacker struck from behind. Jeremy cried out as a dagger plunged into his neck, and he collapsed to the deck with a thud. Ariel and Jeanna were quickly overwhelmed and taken captive by the pirates who had boarded the ship.
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[[Ariel's cabin]]Ariel decided to take her advisors' advice and turned her horse around, headed back towards the castle. But before she could utter another word, the soldiers under Orvus's command suddenly drew their weapons and attacked the princess and her companions.
Ariel was immediately struck with a paralyzing spell and tumbled from her saddle. She was scooped up by one of the bandits, who quickly tied her wrists behind her back, gagged her, and blindfolded her before she could even hit the ground.
Jeanna suffered the same fate, but Jeremy, the royal bodyguard, managed to stay in the saddle thanks to his anti-magic talisman. He managed to draw his sword, but was taken down by a spear thrust from one of the attackers. He hit the ground hard, and before he could rise again, a heavy blow from a warhammer shattered his helmet and ended his life.
The bandits wasted no time in grabbing the two unconscious women and fleeing the scene, disappearing into the woods before the real guards could respond to the sounds of battle
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[[Ariel's cabin]]Ariel found herself in a small cabin on board a ship. The boat rocked back and forth on the waves, creaking ominously as it sailed steadily away from shore. She was still dressed in her clothes, but a heavy steel collar had been locked around her neck, its strange engravings meaning nothing to her.
She barely had time to register her surroundings when the door swung open and Orvus entered the room.
He explained that she had fallen into the hands of slave traders, and that he hoped to earn a pretty penny by selling her off to the highest bidder. With her royal lineage, there would surely be no shortage of interested parties, and the same went for Jeanne. Even in the brothels, noble women like them could fetch a high price.
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Ariel balled her fists in frustration, trying to cast a spell at her captor, but nothing happened. Orvus chuckled and explained that he had been expecting her tricks, and that the collar around her neck would prevent her from using her magic.
He told her that it was a shame she wouldn't get to fully develop her abilities, unless her future master permitted it.
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Orvus chuckled and replied that it would depend on her behavior. If she proved to be obedient and learned her new role well, she might catch the eye of someone from the nobility. Life as a servant in a noble house was far better than being forced into a life of whoring.
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Ariel struggled and screamed, insisting that her father would pay whatever ransom was asked of him. Orvus only laughed at her threats.
If your father wants to save you, he can buy you back at the slave market auction. Or maybe you'd prefer if we waited for his offer outside the castle gates?
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With a wicked grin, Orvus informed Ariel that she wasn't necessarily confined to her cabin for the remainder of the voyage. The crew had orders not to harm her, so she was free to roam the ship if she wished. And with that, he turned and left her alone in the dimly lit cell.
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As the ship pulled away from the docks and out to sea, Ariel sat alone in her cell, her mind racing with worry and fear. She imagined that she was merely traveling to the College of Magic, as she had dreamed of doing for so long, but the heavy collar around her neck served as a constant reminder of her true circumstances.
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She could [[explore|Slaver's ship-1]] the ship, as Orvus had permitted, or she could [[remain|Arrival]] locked in her cabin until they arrived at the slave trader's lair. Either way, her freedom was a distant memory, and her heart ached with sadness and concern for her own fate, as well as that of her dear friend Jeanne.
Ariel can go the
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Ariel descended into the belly of the ship, her eyes widening at the sight of so many naked, bound bodies crammed into small cages. Despite the filthy conditions, most of the cells were filled to capacity with men and women of all shapes and sizes, all of whom were now slaves.
Amidst the pitiful crowd, Ariel spotted her dear friend, Jeanne. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared up at the princess, her usually vibrant eyes clouded with despair.
When she spoke, her voice trembled with emotion.
- Oh, my lady, I'm so glad to see you're alright! she sniffled, wiping her nose on her bare shoulder. But I must confess, I've nearly given up hope. Poor Jeremy, he was such a kind man, and now he's gone... I pray your father sends a rescue party, but I fear it may be too late. Our homeland is far behind us now.
Before Ariel could respond, a gruff voice called out from behind them. She turned to see a burly man with a thick beard glaring at her from across the room.
- Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing down here?
Ariel flinched at the sudden harsh tone, her heart racing as she stammered out her explanation.
- I-I was just... looking for a way to help these people, sir. I swear I meant no harm! she said, her voice wavering as she tried to sound sincere.
The man grunted, eyeing her suspiciously before nodding slowly.
- Fine, but if I catch you down here again, you won't be going back up to your cozy little room, got it? he growled, pointing a thick finger at her. You're lucky I don't throw your spoiled little ass in a cage right now! With that, he stomped off, leaving Ariel to breathe a sigh of relief.
Turning back to Jeanne, she took her friend's hands in hers and smiled sadly.
- Don't give up hope, Jeanne. My father will come for us, I know it. We just need to be patient. she whispered, trying to reassure herself as much as her companion.
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Part 1 Slaver ship
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Ariel stumbled upon one of the very same bandits who had helped to capture her in the first place. He was lounging on deck, clearly off duty and lacking his guard armor. When he spotted her, he grinned hungrily.
Without hesitation, he commanded her to kneel before him and suck his cock, threatening that if she refused, he would have her sent down to the slave pens in the cargo hold.
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[[Refuse|LowerDeckRefusal]]Fearing for her safety, Ariel complied with the rough-skinned pirate's demands, taking his cock into her mouth as he looked on with disappointment. She coughed and gagged, trying to pull away, but the man held her head firmly in place, his thick member filling her throat and making her eyes water.
In her desperation, she bit down on him, causing the man to yell out in pain and push her roughly away.
He sneered at her.
- You stupid noble bitch! Can't even suck a cock right! Any cheap dockyard whore sucks better than you!
He spat at her and stuffed himself back into his pants before spitting on her and walking away, leaving her alone on the deck.
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[[Return|Slaver's ship-1]]Ariel looked the man in the eye, her chin held high despite her dire circumstances.
Even as his hand gripped her roughly by the arm, she refused to back down.
- I may be a captive, but I am a princess, and I will not stoop to being some cheap whore for the likes of you, she spat, meeting his sneer with as much defiance as she could muster.*
The man chuckled, giving her a twisted sort of smile.
- We'll see about that when we arrive, he said ominously. You'll be singing a different tune if you want to survive, my little bird.
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[[Return|Slaver's ship-1]]Ariel climbed the stairs to the deck and rubbed her eyes against the glare of the bright sun. As her vision cleared, she looked out across the water and found only endless waves and the distant horizon. They were far from land now, and there was no sign of pursuit. Her heart sank as she realized just how dire her situation truly was.
Noticing her presence, Orvus approached her with a sly grin.
- Enjoying your freedom of movement? he asked teasingly.
Without thinking, Ariel reached up and felt the cold metal of her collar, a reminder of her lack of freedom. She had heard that many of the other captives, including Jeanne, were kept in chains below deck. Orvus fell silent for a moment before adding,
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- You should appreciate my generosity and don't abuse it, or you may find yourself in the same position as the others, regardless of your royal heritage.
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Ariel stood there for a moment, staring out at the sea, before eventually [[returning|Slaver's ship-1]] to her cabin.
<<set $UpperDeckIsVisited to true>>Ariel lay on her bed, fully clothed, lost in thought. Only yesterday she had been a beloved princess, admired and respected by all. Now she was a captive, bound for the slave markets. The tight iron collar around her throat was a constant reminder of her new reality, even in the supposed comfort of her private cabin.
In her sleep, Ariel tossed and turned, her dreams plagued by nightmares of being dragged away from her home and her family. She could still remember the happy days of her childhood, when her father had built a special garden for her in the palace courtyard, but now those memories were marred by the horrific image of the life she had been thrust into as a slave.
She awoke with a start, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gasped for breath. Disoriented, she sat up and wiped her face, realizing that the terrible visions were only a dream. Still panting heavily, she threw off her blankets and climbed out of bed, pacing the floor of her small cabin as she tried to calm her nerves.
The sound of the rolling sea outside was almost soothing, and she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she focused on the steady rhythm of the waves. Slowly, her panic began to fade, replaced by a quiet determination to somehow escape her fate and return to her father's castle.
But how? She had no idea where she was, or where the ship was taking her. She was just one woman, and the rest of the crew were armed and experienced pirates. She couldn't fight them all, and she didn't even know how to navigate a ship. She was trapped, helpless, and completely at their mercy.
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Ariel woke with a start, suddenly aware that something had changed. She could hear the soft hum of an engine now, which meant that the ship had arrived at its destination. She quickly straightened her clothes and stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind her.
Much to her surprise, none of the pirates seemed to notice her as she walked up the stairs to the upper deck. She peeked her head out from behind the door, scanning the area for any signs of danger. There were none, and she cautiously stepped onto the deck, her stomach twisting nervously as she [[looked|UpperDeck-2]] around.Ariel stood frozen in shock as she watched the horrifying scene unfold before her. One by one, the captives were led out of the cargo hold and onto the deck, where they were promptly beaten and abused by the rough pirates.
She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her dear friend Jeanne, barely recognizable under all the bruises and dirt, crawl out of the lower decks. She was naked, her hands tied tightly behind her back, and a thick leather ball gag had been inserted into her mouth to keep her from screaming.
When she saw Ariel, she tried to speak, but all that came out was a pathetic, muffled moan.
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Ariel barely had time to react before a strong hand grabbed her by the collar and yanked her back, throwing her to the ground at Orvus's feet.
He sneered down at her, his cruel eyes gleaming with amusement.
Care to join her, my lady? he taunted, tugging on her collar possessively. You'll have your chance, don't worry. But for now, it seems you've caught the eye of a very special client. With a smug grin, he turned away, leaving her kneeling on the deck in defeat.
Ariel couldn't bear to meet her dear friend's desperate gaze, tears streaming down her cheeks as she awaited her fate. She had never felt so helpless, so vulnerable, and she had no idea what the future held for either of them.
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[[Wait]]After what felt like an eternity, the last of the captives were finally unloaded from the ship and herded onto the pier. Orvus placed a heavy hand on her shoulder, steering her towards the lavish mansion that loomed over the rest of the small town.
Ariel could hardly believe her eyes as she took in the gaudy, over-the-top design of the building. It towered above the other smaller homes, standing tall and proud as the only true mansion on the whole island.
Two armed guards stood watch at the entrance, their uniforms much finer than those of the average soldier. She swallowed nervously, suddenly very afraid of what was about to happen to her.
Ariel kept her eyes trained on the ground as she passed through the grand entrance of the mansion, her heart pounding anxiously in her chest. She could feel the weight of the guards' gazes on her as she walked past, and she fought the urge to run and hide somewhere, anywhere.
Instead, she forced herself to keep moving, following closely behind Orvus as he led her deeper into the building. The interior was just as extravagant as the exterior, adorned with gold and jewels and fine artwork. Servants dressed in white and black scurried about, refilling wine glasses and clearing away empty plates.
She couldn't bring herself to look up, terrified of who she might find waiting for her at the end of the hallway. She had heard rumors of powerful and perverse men who enjoyed collecting beautiful young women as sexual playthings, and she feared that she was about to become yet another one of those poor souls.
As she was escorted into the sitting room, Ariel couldn't help but glance up at the heavy red curtains that hung over the windows, wishing she could disappear into the shadows beyond.
The room was decorated in the same excess as the rest of the house, with plush couches and chairs set around a large fireplace. At the center of it all sat a rather round man, dressed in an elaborate golden coat, his chins resting on his chest as he snored softly.
Orvus barked an order at her, and she dropped to her knees on the plush carpet, feeling more defeated than ever before. How had she gone from living as a beloved princess to this? Kneeling at the feet of a stranger, waiting to be sold off to the highest bidder?
She didn't dare look up at the man Orvus had addressed as Governor Ozearon, terrified of what she might see in his eyes. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
The man stirred awake at the sound of his name, rubbing his bleary eyes before focusing on the two individuals standing before him. His gaze flicked over to Ariel, taking in her appearance with interest before he broke into a wide, greasy grin.
- Well, well, well, isn't she a pretty little thing? he chuckled, eyeing her up and down before turning his attention back to Orvus. I must say, I'm impressed. You managed to deliver exactly as promised.
He gestured to the nearby table, pouring himself a glass of wine before continuing. -- Let's talk business, shall we? Ariel couldn't help but feel her heart sink further into her stomach as the men began to discuss the terms of her sale.
Governor Ozearon leaned back in his seat, eyeing Ariel with undisguised hunger as he ordered Orvus to prove her unharmed condition.
With a sickening grin, the pirate roughly hauled her to her feet, tearing off her clothes and tossing them aside without a second thought. Ariel stood there, trembling and exposed, as the men ogled her body with hungry gazes.
She closed her eyes, tears welling up in the corners as she silently prayed for someone, anyone, to save her from this nightmare.
Feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed, Ariel stood there, covering herself as best she could while avoiding the hungry gazes of the pirates. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to imagine that she was alone in her quarters, but the mocking laughter of the men made it impossible.
The worst of them came from the governor himself, who let out a loud, self-satisfied chuckle at the sight of her naked body.
Ah, yes, just as I suspected. Such lovely little things don't often grace our humble town with their presence, he purred, eyeing her hungrily. But it seems fate has brought you here, to me. What a fortunate day indeed.
With a satisfied grin, the obese governor waved a hand, and servants appeared at Orvus's side, bearing a heavy treasure chest filled with sparkling gold coins. The pirate captain eagerly accepted his payment, saying not another word to Ariel before leading his men back out of the room.
And just like that, she was left alone with the disgusting man, who eyed her hungrily as she stood there, trembling and exposed.
Ozearon snapped his fingers, and a middle-aged woman entered the room, her jet black hair pulled back into a tight bun. She wordlessly draped a shawl over Ariel's shoulders before gently [[guiding her out|Slave room]] of the room where she had just been auctioned off like chattel.
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The woman, who introduced herself as Lady Beatrice, explained that she was the head housekeeper. After leading Ariel down the hall and through a bustling inner courtyard, she showed her to a small, sparse bedroom.
There was only a bed, a dresser, and a closet, but it was better than nothing. Beatrice explained that she was free to rest for now, but she was expected in the kitchen soon to meet the rest of the staff and learn her duties as a servant.
With a gentle nod, Beatrice excused herself, leaving Ariel alone in her new room. The poor girl collapsed onto the bed, her emotions finally catching up to her as she drifted off into a heavy, dreamless slumber.
Ariel awoke the next morning with a sharp pang of hunger, realizing that she hadn't eaten anything in nearly twenty-four hours. She didn't want to leave the safety of her room, but she knew she needed to eat. And besides, maybe facing the greasy governor again wouldn't be so bad, as long as she kept her distance.
She searched through the wardrobe and found a plain black dress, along with a crisp white apron and a pair of simple leather shoes. She dressed hastily, wincing at the uncomfortable feeling of being treated like a mere servant.
Ariel told herself that she was lucky to have been given a proper servant's uniform, instead of being forced to walk around naked all the time. Surely, if the governor wanted her to do anything else, he would have given her a more revealing outfit, right?
At least, that's what she told herself as she walked down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. She didn't want to think about the fact that the governor could strip her of her modesty at any moment, whenever he pleased.
Ariel wandered the halls of the massive mansion, wearing her new black and white servant's uniform. She felt silly, but she couldn't deny that it was nice to be covered up again, especially since she had no idea when she might be stripped naked again.
Eventually, she found the [[kitchen|Kitchen-1]], a bustling hive of activity as various chefs and assistants worked diligently to prepare breakfast for the residents of the mansion.
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</center>Ariel walked into the kitchen, surprised to find four other servants already there, along with Beatrice herself. The three girls and one boy were sitting at a small table, enjoying a simple breakfast together as they chatted about something or other.
One of the girls glanced up at her entrance, smiling warmly and motioning for her to take a seat beside her.
- Hi, I'm Rose. Have a seat, she said cheerfully, patting the stool next to her. I already put some food on the plate for you. Ariel thanked her and sat down, soon being introduced to the rest of the staff. She couldn't help but notice that she was the only one wearing a collar, and she curiously asked Rose about it.
The girl shrugged awkwardly, confirming that the others weren't slaves, but simply hired employees.
After finishing their modest meal, Beatrice gave out orders for the day, and the rest of the staff scattered to attend to their duties. Ariel was assigned to help Rose with her tasks, a prospect she was quite happy with, considering how friendly and kind the other girl had been to her thus far.
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For the most part, the next few days went by uneventfully for Ariel. She spent her time cleaning and doing various chores around the mansion, and aside from the constantly annoying presence of her collar, she was starting to adjust to her new life.
Then, one day, Beatrice called her over.
The governor wishes to see you in his study, she explained curtly, her expression serious. You should probably tidy yourself up before going in there. Ariel nodded, hurrying off to freshen up her appearance before knocking on the door to the governor's private [[office|NoRansom]].Stepping inside the sitting room, Ariel immediately noticed that the governor was seated in the same spot she had seen him in the day she had been sold to him. If she hadn't been spending her days cleaning the mansion, she might have assumed that the man never moved from his place on the couch, stuck there like a piece of furniture.
Ozearon was hunched over a piece of parchment, his eyes scanning the contents carefully. He didn't look up until she stepped inside, clearing her throat softly to announce her presence.
- You wished to see me, sir? she asked softly, bowing her head respectfully.
Ozearon finally looked up at her, his expression dark and cold.
- So, you're the princess who ended up as my slave. Well, I had hoped to get a big payday from your royal family in exchange for your release. Unfortunately, it seems your father can't afford to pay the ransom. His tone was dismissive, and he waved a hand to signal that the conversation was over.
- Beatrice will explain the rest to you.
Ariel's heart sank as the governor confirmed her fears. Something had happened to prevent her father from paying her ransom, but what? She wanted to ask, but something in the man's expression told her to stay silent.
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-Is his majesty refusing to pay the ransom? she asked nervously, unable to stop herself.
Ariel's heart sank as the governor dismissed her questions, his tone clearly indicating his irritation at her audacity to question him.
- Slaves only speak when spoken to, my dear. Remember that, if you wish to avoid punishment in the future, he growled, making it clear that he wouldn't be answering her questions anytime soon.
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Ariel left the room in a daze, her mind racing with worry and confusion. Before she could even make it back to her own room, however, Beatrice appeared at her side.
- Come with me, slave, she commanded curtly, and Ariel had no choice but to [[obey|SlaveGuid]].
To her surprise, Beatrice led her out of the main house and into the bright sunlight outside. Ariel took the opportunity to glance around, taking in the sights of the city for the first time since her arrival.
Even though she knew she was going to be stuck here for a long time, possibly forever, she couldn't help but wonder if there was a way out of this mess.
As Ariel stared out at the unfamiliar streets, Beatrice led her to a large, stone building near the waterfront. She recognized it as a brothel, though she had never been inside of one before.
The walls were covered in intricate carvings, including a particularly interesting image of a kneeling man being whipped by a cruel master, and a beautiful woman wearing a fine but revealing dress and a delicate, decorative collar.
Beatrice stopped next to her, watching as Ariel took in the strange carving.
- Quite the picture, isn't it? This is the Guild of slave traders. This is where slaves like you learn to please their masters.
Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she were discussing the weather.
- Those who learn quickly enjoy a comfortable life, like the lady on the left. Those who don't... well, they get what's coming to them.
Beatrice nudged her impatiently, and Ariel sighed heavily before stepping inside.
She wasn't sure what awaited her here, but she had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't going to be good.
But what she saw inside shocked and surprised her. A half-naked man stood over a kneeling, naked girl, and Ariel realized with relief that it was her old friend Jeanne.
She was glad to see a familiar face, someone who reminded her of her normal life before all this.
Ariel couldn't contain her excitement, and she blurted out a cry of joy at the sight of her friend. The sudden noise caused everyone to turn and stare, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
The muscular man looked curious and amused, while Beatrice just looked annoyed. But Ariel only had eyes for her friend, who smiled warmly at her before the expression faded into a sad frown.
Jeanne didn't say a word, just turned her gaze away after a moment.
Beatrice hurried forward, introducing herself with a shallow bow.
- Greetings, Master Lucar. I am Lady Beatrice, the head housekeeper at Governor Ozearon's estate.
The large man grunted in acknowledgement.
- How may I assist you, Lady Beatrice?
- This slave is named Ariel, - she explained, pointing at the nervous princess beside her - By order of Lord Ozearon, she is to begin her training here at the Guild of Slave Traders.
The man seemed genuinely surprised by the news.
- Really? Well, it'll be a pleasure to train her, - he said with a smile. - You see, I happen to be working with a very promising student right now... He nodded at Jeanne, who still knelt at his feet. Perhaps the two of them could learn together. They seem to know each other, don't they?
Lucas raised an eyebrow at Ariel, expecting an answer.
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[[Tell Lukar the truth|TellLukar-1]]. After all, it won’t be possible to hide it, and the punishment for lying can be painful.
[[Don't tell Lukar|DoNotTellLukar-1]]. Why would Ariel be open with a man who was holding a whip in his hand and was clearly about to use it?Ariel decided that there was no point in lying about her relationship with Jeanne, especially since she had already basically admitted to knowing her.
- She's my friend, she replied simply, averting her gaze.
Lucas grunted thoughtfully before turning his attention back to Beatrice.
- And what exactly did Lord Ozearon [[ask of us|SlaveInstructions-1]] regarding this slave? he asked, leaning back in his chair.
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- No, sir. I was merely impressed by your stature and authority. Please forgive me, sir. She bowed low, hoping her fake apology would suffice.
Lucas chuckled at her flattery, but didn't comment on it. Instead, he used his whip to lift Jeanne's chin, looking her in the eye.
- And who is this girl to you? he asked, obviously aware that the two women were friends.
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Without hesitation, Jeanne answered honestly.
- She's Princess Ariel, my former mistress. I used to be her handmaiden.
Lucas laughed lightly, shaking his head at her words.
- Looks like you deserve a punishment for your lies, slave. But that can wait. He turned his attention back to Beatrice. But for now, I'd like to hear what Lord Ozearon[[has in mind|SlaveInstructions-1]] for this little princess.Beatrice's words cut Ariel to the core.
- The lord wishes for this slave to be trained as a courtesan. Since her father refuses to pay the ransom, perhaps she can earn money for our lord through her services.
Lucas shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the decision.
- Noble ladies are popular if they're well trained. I'll teach her alongside Jeanne, since they're such good friends.
Lucas ordered Ariel to kneel beside Jeanne, and Beatrice bid him farewell with a polite nod before leaving the guildhall. Once again, Ariel found herself alone, but at least she had her friend with her this time.
From that day on, Ariel began her training as a courtesan. She was to become a sex slave for the wealthy men of the city, who frequented the brothels and taverns of the island.
Alongside her was her best friend, Jeanne, who was also learning the art of seduction and pleasure.
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Ariel and Jeanne excelled in their training, soon becoming some of the most famous courtesans in the city. Men spoke of the noble blonde and the passionate brunette with admiration, and the two women charged top money for their company.
Governor Ozearon had made a wise investment in Ariel, who brought in a fortune for him, being his property. The madam of the brothel was experienced and didn't force the girls to work too hard, allowing them plenty of free time.
As a result, Ariel and Jeanne always looked fresh and rested, ready to please whoever purchased their time.
Six months passed, and things would have continued on in the same manner if not for a particularly eccentric customer who requested both Ariel and Jeanne for the evening. He paid double the usual rate for each girl, but his tastes were unusual.
What started as a simple threesome soon turned into a full blown BDSM session.
The client wanted the girls to roleplay a kidnapping scenario. Ariel was hesitant, but to her surprise, Jeanne turned out to be a natural dominant.
She placed a leather collar around Ariel's neck and pulled out a small leather whip. Ariel stood on her tiptoes, moaning as the whip kissed her exposed skin. After the man's perverse pleasures were fulfilled, Jeanne commanded Ariel to suck him off.
The man returned multiple times, and each session grew more intense than the last. Jeanne took charge every time, with Ariel happily submitting to her friend's demands, serving her every need and whim.
The man, Antoine, became a regular at the brothel. He traveled to the island frequently for business, and when he wasn't working, he spent his nights with the courtesans. But what surprised Ariel even more was that Antoine was none other than the master of the magical academy she had been on her way to before she was captured.
Was it fate? Perhaps she could use her time here to fulfill her dream of mastering magic after all. Unfortunately, Antoine refused to tutor her, saying that true magical education required a strict curriculum, which he didn't have the time to provide. However, he agreed to supply her with books, for a price.
The next few years passed in a blur for Ariel. Her life as a courtesan, orgies with Antoine and Jeanne, and studying magic from the books Antoine brought her between his visits to the island.
As her magical abilities grew stronger, she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to return to her kingdom. She wanted to finish her studies at the college, and maybe, just maybe, find out why her father had never paid her ransom to the pirate governor.
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And one day she had the opportunity to [[carry out|Escape]] her intention.On his final visit to the island, Antoine didn't bring any new books for Ariel. Moreover, he told her that he wouldn't be returning here anymore.
His business with the pirates had proven lucrative enough, and he intended to spend the rest of his days at his new estate by the lake and occasionally teaching at the college.
He had wanted to purchase their freedom, but the governor refused to let go of his valuable assets, demanding an exorbitant sum that Antonin would never be able to raise in his lifetime.
There was only one option left: escape. And that would be impossible without the help of Ariel's newfound magical abilities.
She knew a spell of illusion, capable of fooling the senses of those around her, making them see something else instead of the real thing. Only a powerful magician could detect such a trick, and there weren't many of them among the pirates.
With Antoine's help, Jeanne came up with a plan for them to escape the island. One of the slave ships was leaving the next day, destined for the southern lands. Jeanne would pose as a slaver on board the ship, while Ariel would disguise herself as a slave, taking on the appearance of a male slave trader when the ship stopped at its first port to sell off its cargo.
They would then make their way back home on the slave ship.
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Despite the fact that the plan was risky and long, the girls decided to [[act|SlaveShip-2]].Jeanne, dressed as a fierce pirate woman, escorted her slave Ariel onto the ship. She tried her best to mimic the behavior of the other pirates, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was failing miserably.
She whispered to Ariel, hoping she would agree to help her pull off the deception. Hey, would you pretend that I caught you trying to escape? That way, I can punish you and prove myself to the crew.
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The journey would take a week, during which time the sailors would make frequent advances towards Ariel and Jeanne, testing their boundaries and trying to get them to submit to their desires.
Jeanne, playing the role of a tough and experienced pirate, would have to assert herself and set limits, while also navigating the complex dynamics of power and submission on the ship.
After three days of sailing, Jeanne comes to Ariel to discuss the [[plan|ShipChoice]] .
Jeanna approached Ariel's cage, telling the guardsman that she wanted the pretty little blonde for her own use. There wasn't much privacy on the small ship, so she lead Ariel to a secluded corner of the deck and fucked her with a strap-on, whispering secrets she'd learned into her ear.
The crew was small, consisting of only ten members and fifty slaves. What Jeanne hadn't expected was the rumor that the first mate was a mage. She wondered if it was worth the risk to start a rebellion, if Ariel was strong enough to defeat a mage. She proposed a plan to wait until they reached the next port, where Antoine's contacts would buy Ariel and give her freedom, while Jeanne simply deserted the ship.
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Ariel can choose to [[risk|Mutiny]] or [[sail|ShipSlave]] to her destination as a slave.Ariel nodded, accepting the offer. She trusted Jeanne, and if there was anyone who could find the keys to the slave cells, it was her resourceful friend.
She ate her fill and returned to her cage, waiting anxiously for the next night to arrive.
The next night, Jeanne went on duty. She silently dispatched the watchman and unlocked Ariel's cell. Together, they freed the rest of the slaves and stealthily picked off the slavers, killing many in their sleep and the rest wherever they found them.
Finally, they reached the captain's quarters, where the captain and the mage were drunkenly playing cards.
Ariel's heart sank when she saw her former client, but she held her breath as Jeanne confronted the pair. The mage surrendered immediately, pleading for his life, and when questioned, he admitted that he was only a weather mage, unable to do anything but control the winds.
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Jeanna sensed the potential for a better future and bargained with the mage, promising him his life and the ship if he brought them not to the port of the slave traders, but to the port of the northern kingdom.
The mage eagerly agreed, and a few days later, the ship arrived in the port of the [[kingdom|Kingdom Harbor]], under ideal conditions of calm waters and a favorable wind.
<<set $Wellday = true>>Ariel, afraid of the supposed mage on board, declined to act. The rest of the voyage was a blur of sexual abuse and humiliation. She was used and abused by the entire crew, and forced to serve them in every way imaginable.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the ship arrived in the [[harbor|Slave Harbor]] of the southern kingdom.
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The passenger ship arrived in the port of the northern kingdom. Ariel and Jeanne settled into an inn in the port city, discovering that the king had been overthrown and imprisoned by General Yormund.
For safety reasons, Ariel posed as Jeanne's servant.
After selling the stolen treasures from the pirate island, the two women made their way to the [[College of Magic|College]].Slaves were herded out of the hold and onto the auction block. With the help of her illusions, Ariel managed to make herself look less desirable to potential buyers.
Antoine's contact inspected her, before deciding to pay the price and take her away.
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He locked her in a cage until Jeanne came to retrieve her that evening, complaining to her that she cost more than Antoine had promised.
Jeanna haggled with the man, offering to leave behind any jewelry she removed from Ariel in exchange for some clothes. The man agreed, but only gave her a revealing garment befitting a harem girl. Ariel had no choice but to play along, pretending to be her servant.
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Together, the two women scoured the docks, searching for a [[ship|Kingdom Harbor]] willing to take them back to the northern kingdom.Arriving at the college, Jeanne met Antoine once again, and the two of them hit it off immediately. Jeanne fell deeply in love with the man, while Ariel honed her magical skills to perfection.
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After Ariel completed her training, the three of them traveled to the capital city, sneaking into the palace and using magic to defeat the usurper, freeing the king from prison.
However, the king was too old and sickly to rule, and so he passed the crown to Ariel, who had proven herself worthy of the title.
Jeanna married Antoine and moved into his lavish estate, while Ariel reigned as the young queen.
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