Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2015 01:29:28 -0500
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Sold Into Slavery

			     SOLD INTO SLAVERY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM

[NOTE: The world our hero inhabits is not meant to be anything from our own
history (though at first glance you may think I'm speaking of the Roman
Empire.) This is rather an alternate world entirely, and while things turn
out well for our hero in particular, I make no representation that it would
be such for any other person. Each of my stories has its own moral stance
and nothing in any of them is intended to, or ever does, reflect my own
personal views. It is merely the world as our hero sees it, whatever that
may be.  This story is about an underaged hero and an older lover, and sex
of this sort is an accepted part of this world's culture, so if this aspect
of the story bothers you, please don't read further.]
     On the day after my ninth birthday, my father bade me gather my
clothes and few possessions into a cloth, and then he bound it into a
bundle that I could carry easily and with that slung over my shoulder, he
and I went to Gregin's. His was a rather large but old building not far
from the Coliseum, and we wended our way through the crowds of the
market. I usually liked the market, but today, I only had eyes for
Gregin's. I would be staying there for the next two weeks, after all.
     The porter at the gate was an elderly slave (no, freedman, his left
ear bore the stitched scar that told of the sewing of his slave's slit back
together again, giving the top of his lobe a nearly pointed look) who
looked at my father and said, "You must be Elwin and" to me "you must be
Fenn."
     I pressed my hands together in the greeting approved for superiors and
my father gave the nod of his head of an equal. We were presented to Gregin
himself and my father said after the proper greetings. "This is my son. I
have brought him here as we agreed."
     "Yes, indeed." Gregin got down onto one knee (at which I marveled for
he was a ponderously fat man) and put himself onto my level. "Clear skin,
good eyes, his teeth, " he held my mouth open and examined my mouth
carefully, "are solid, good, good. Tell me, young Fenn, do you understand
why you are here?"
     I lifted my head in the gesture of agreement. "My father is to sell me
as a slave in two weeks' time, when the next auction is to be held. You are
to teach me what I need to know to be both useful and pleasing to my new
master, whoever he may be." I parroted the words I'd heard at the auction
block from the mouth of many a slave on the block.
     "Exactly!" Gregin seemed pleased. "Are you ready to do whatever we
tell you to do?"
     "I am ready."
     "Very good." Gregin looked about and two of his slaves hastily came
over and helped him to rise to his feet. "You are to learn to be like these
two, not waiting to be ordered to serve, but to watch and understand and
learn your master's wants and needs, so you can fill them without being
told. That is your first lesson."
     Upon his feet again, he regarded my father. "Your son is indeed a
pleasant-looking young boy, and ought to fetch a high price. My fee for
training him, therefore, shall be but ten percent of his gross selling
price."
     My father beamed. "Ten percent it is." and he and Gregin touched the
fingers of their right hand to each other's, which made the contract firm.
     My father then turned to me and clasped both hands onto my
shoulders. "I shall see you again in two weeks, my son, when I take you to
the slave auction. After that, I can only pray that your Master is one who
lives close enough that we may see each other on feast days." And he turned
away, leaving quickly, but not before I saw the tears forming in his eyes,
and then his body fogged from the tears in my own.
     Gregin's hand rested lightly on my right shoulder, touching my bare
skin as my tunic was only tied on the left. "Your father seems grieved to
let you go. Has he thought well on his reasons for selling you?"
     "Only that he fears for my future. My older brothers were taken into
the Army. One died in battle and the other was grievously wounded not long
ago and now can only work as a beggar and has lost all power to give a
woman children. My father swore that at least one son must survive to carry
on his line. I can work hard and save my money as I get it and buy my
freedom some day."
     "It is getting hard in the Empire for those both poor and free."
Gregin commiserated. "Well, go now with Barsi and Ledis, and we shall start
you with kitchen duties."
     I spent that first day with the kitchen staff, learning how to cook
and prepare meals. Just basic foods, in case I found myself the sole slave
in a house, though a rich man would have an entire staff in his
kitchen. Everyone agreed that I would likely be chosen by a man wanting a
personal servant, which meant I would fetch items, serve at table and
perform other personal duties for him. But some food preparation would
still be needed when traveling and such. I paid diligent attention and
worked hard at every task given me, and the cooks were unanimous in their
praise of my abilities. "Smart as a whip and eager to learn." the head cook
told Gregin at the end of that long day. "Not a bit of laying about with
this one. He'll do well for whoever buys him."
     "Very good." Gregin said, then to Barsi. "Have him fed and washed up,
and then bring him to the eastern bedchamber."
     There was a murmur among the staff at this and when, after eating, I
was following Barsi to the bathing chamber, I dared to ask, "What am I to
do in the bedchamber?" It had been a very long day, after all, and I had
expected to be taken to the slave quarters, so I could sleep. But I surely
wasn't going to be sleeping in the main bedchambers, they were reserved for
Gregin's guests and family.
     Barsi looked at me as if I were stupid. "You're going to learn how to
tend your master in the bedchamber, of course. It's a major part of your
training." He regarded me. "In your case, it may be the only part of your
training you will use." He sniffed and I realized that he didn't much like
me. I knew that Gregin kept his best students for his own staff (buying
them from people like my father) and perhaps he worried that he was getting
old enough that Gregin might sell him to a less kindly master.
     "Now pay attention to how I bathe you." he told me sternly when I
disrobed and stepped into the water. "You must learn to do it for your
master, so you might as well begin learning now."
     So I watched carefully how he bathed my body, how he moved the sponge
over my body, how he applied the soap, how he scrubbed my body and how he
rinsed me, dried me, rubbed a fragrant oil over me, and drew upon me a
tunic so sheer that it was translucent when the light struck it right. "Now
you are ready for the bedchamber. I hear you will be tending to Padril this
evening."
     "Padril?" I was surprised and pleased. Padril was one of the
gladiators of the Coliseum, a large, brawny man, black-haired and
hairy-bodied, his arms were thick with muscle, his chest broad, his waist
narrow, his hips slender save for his leg muscles bulging them out at the
midpoint when he moved or flexed. His battles in the arena were both
entertaining and epic, his sword playing about among his foes, biting with
impunity while their own weapons played uselessly over his shield that was
everywhere it needed to be at once.
     A chance to be next to him, to serve him? I forgot my tiredness and,
dressed in a silken tunic which Barsi fastened to me, I was eager to start
learning again.
     I was thinking hard what little I knew about serving a man in getting
ready for bed, which was little or nothing. Was Padril to be my teacher in
this? He must be, yet a more unlikely trainer in the art was hard to
comprehend. How to wield a sword, maybe, but not how to draw a bedshirt
over a man's head!
     But Padril was already in the bed when I arrived and he was naked and
lying on top of the covers. Barsi had left me at the doorway and I entered
the chamber alone. He looked over as I got closer (he'd been gazing out the
window) and I hastily gave him the slave's bow, not only pressing my palms
together (inferior to superior) but also lowering my head and upper body.
     "You are Fenn?"
     "That is my name," I said, and then, remembering, "if it please my
Master." I added on.
     "Not your Master, but your teacher." he corrected me. "Though you are
right to practice upon me as if I were your Master."
     "I am here to do your bidding in all things."
     "I know. My first command is to get yourself ready to join me in this
bed."
     I hesitated, then undid the clasp on the tunic, and it slid smoothly,
even sensuously, down my body to pool upon the floor, and I was as nude as
he.
     Padril looked upon my bare body and he smiled. "Very good. Now come
here."
     I stepped toward him and as I did, I saw his manhood rising up. I had
seen this before, but never in this way. A young man staring at a
prostitute in the Market, yes. A man asleep and having a fevered dream,
yes. But never a man watching me, not like this. I felt suddenly bashful
and stopped, reached my hands to cover my own young tool.
     "No, child, don't cover yourself. Let me see you as you are." he told
me, and his voice, the one that rang throughout the arena when he orated,
this same voice was now lowered and quavery. "Now come on over."
     I gulped and went closer, next to the bed.
     "Yes, such a beautiful young boy you are, Fenn." he said to me, still
in that soft voice. It reminded me suddenly of my mother's, when she was
putting me to bed when younger, those soft tones full of love, my mother's
voice was much different from Padril's, but it held the same nuances, the
same timbre.
     His hand came up and rested on my left shoulder, then stroked down and
over my arm. The touch from this big, strong man, so gentle and soft, sent
a thrill through my body unlike any I had ever felt before.
     "Yes, such a beautiful young boy. Come, get into bed with me."
     I remembered why I had stopped at the bed's edge. "Sir, you are on the
very edge of the bed. I cannot get in without crawling upon you unless you
move over."
     "Yes, crawl on top of me, and no further, I want you to lie full upon
me. I want to feel that soft body of yours upon my own. Now get in."
     The voice so soft had taken a bit of an edge, I argued no further. He
was my teacher, I was not to debate with him. I did as he bade me, I placed
my hands upon his strong body and got my knees into the bed (it was higher
than any I had ever been in before, nearly chest-high), and then I placed
my hands on the bed beyond Padril and that let me lever myself over
him. His legs were together so I had to sit straddle of him, rose up to do
this and ended up sitting on his chest, and from there I lowered myself
down to rest my body upon his. His broad chest rose and fell under me,
soothingly warm, and his arms, strong and powerful, enfolded me. I raised
my head to look into his face, he was looking at me and when our eyes met,
he sighed and said, "Ah, beautiful young Fenn, now begins your true
education, for no man can look upon one such as you and not feel as I feel
now, desiring to hold you and love you."
     His hands were stroking up and down my body and it wasn't paternal at
all, these strokes were making me feel odd. Like I belonged to him. Like I
was safe with him. Like I was to be a part of a ritual older than time and
the most important ritual of my life.
     "Slide your body back and forth on me, lad." Padril murmured. "I want
to feel your body on mine. Move it for me."
     I obeyed and the big man moaned as I moved, the hairs on his body
tickled me in ways I had never felt before. While they tickled me
everywhere, the major reaction of my body was in my own penis. It was
getting hard, just like his had been. The movements of my body were making
it feel really good, all tingly and alive.
     Padril felt it, too. "That's a good boy." He said. "Now, Fenn, what I
want you to do is slide downwards on me, lower down."
     I did as he bade me and I felt a shaft of heat contact my
buttocks. His erection was there and now I was touching it.
     "Now move like you did before." came the command, and I obeyed,
sliding back and forth, up and down on his body.
     Padril moaned and his massive body rose, lifting both of us upwards
and I slid back to where now I was sitting square upon his dong. "Ah, now
wiggle about, lad, wiggle for all you're worth!"
     I did and my body was now rubbing his prick, and now Padril was
grunting even harder.
     "Oh, ah, I can't take it any more. Get off me, now, lad, I need you to
take me in hand."
     I did the first part, but then, "Sir, I don't understand what you
want."
     "Reach down and grab hold of my tool!" he ordered. "Get hold of it,
now!"
     I hastily did so and his prong was a hot tool of manhood, and the head
dripped with a warm clear liquid that dribbled down onto my hand. "Now,
work it up and down for me. Just move your hand up and down while you hold
onto it tightly."
     I did that and Padril groaned so loudly that it startled me, I looked
down at him wide-eyed and he looked to be in enormous pain, his eyes closed
shut, his teeth clenched. I was about to ask if I should stop when it
happened.
     "Ah-ha-hah-AHHHH-GAHHHH!" Padril moaned like he was dying, and in that
moment, a hot spray struck my body, a thick stream from the side of my head
down to my leg, from his cock. I was surprised (I thought it was blood!),
and looked down and the next spray, as fierce as the first, splattered me
full on in the face. I saw then that it was not blood flying at me, it was
the color of pearls, beautifully glistening in the lamplight, their heat
where they'd struck me was a warmth unlike anything I'd ever experienced,
and I knew then that this was not the horror of injury, but instead the
purest form of delight and pleasure. And I had given that pleasure to
Padril, small, insignificant me giving joy enormous this to large, powerful
man.
     "AH-GAH-HAH! AGH-AH-AHHH!" Padril continued to cry out, and more
sprays flew from his prod, not as energetic as the first, but they hit my
legs, then soaked his own body, until the last merely poured out and onto
and over my hand.
     "Ah-ah, hah, hah, ah-ah!" Padril continued to gasp his delight and as
long as he called out, I kept stroking his pud, even after no more of that
pearly, effervescent fluid came out. "Oh, ah, ah, hah, ah!" Padril said
after a time. "Enough of that, lad, now clean me off and yourself as well
and we'll rest a while."
     I lifted my hand, sticky with his seed, and regarding the white stuff
curiously. Sniffed it, and the powerful musk of its aroma was heady
indeed. "What is this thing?" I asked Padril, forgetting for the moment
that he was master and I was slave. "Is this the stuff that makes a woman
fertile with child?"
     "It is, indeed." Padril told me. "And it is powerful as well in many
magical potions and craved by men to use in ointments for their own failing
potency."
     "What, they rub this upon their own manhoods?" I asked, incredulous.
     "Some do." Padril agreed, a wry grin upon his exhausted
countenance. If he had poured this much of his power into this fluid, I
thought, it must be powerful. "There are others that would drink it in
hopes of imbibing its strength."
     With that, I took my hand up to my mouth and I tasted it. "It tastes
like it would help a great deal." I told him. "All of manhood is within
it."
     "That mixture may be too powerful for a lad of your tender years."
Padril said. "But I plan to have you get plenty of it so you may as well
experiment with it if you would."
     Emboldened by that, I licked the rest of my hand and then fished more
of it from my body and legs. The more I tasted it, the more I liked it, so
that I was grunting in my eagerness. Finished with this, I looked around
for more.
     "May...may I lick the rest of it from your body, sir?" I asked
humbly. "If it has magical powers, I would get the full effect of it."
     "You may lick me as you would." Padril said. "I need to be washed, and
your tongue will work as well as any cloth."
     I leaned down and the raw raunch of his mid-body struck me, assailing
my nostrils with a rich textured smell that filled my brain. I breathed
that in and the magical quality of his potency struck me, and I lost all
reserve and simply fell upon his prong, softening but still full and tipped
with a thick patch of the pearl-colored delight. I engulfed his entire
glans in my eagerness to get all of it, and as I did, drawing upon him as I
rose up and released him, Padril moaned anew and his prick stiffened again
to full rigidity.
     "You have renewed." I marveled. "It must have been the magic of your
potency. I had it in my mouth and it has returned to you."
     "It was not my potency, child, it was the warmth of your mouth upon
me." Padril said. "If you will replace it there, I shall soon be awakened
fully and we can resume your lesson."
     I did as he told me and when I had his glans recaptured, his hand upon
my head urged me to plunge it deeper. He forced my head down as far as it
would go, I could take but a few inches, but he seemed satisfied with that
when he saw it was all I could handle, and said, "Now, boy, move your head
up and down while your mouth grips me with your lips as tight as you can
and move as long and fast as you can."
     I did as best I could, and Padril was moaning softly, the pleasure he
was feeling was enough to keep me going until I could no more, but after a
while, I had to give it over. "I am not skilled enough to continue this." I
whispered, ashamed of my weakness.
     "Never mind that, child." he said to me. "Now I want you to take the
bottle of oil on the table near the bed and apply it liberally to my prong,
until you have coated it thoroughly and thickly as you can."
     I did this, but didn't understand it. If he had asked me to use enough
oil to let my hand slide upon him the easier, that I would and could have
done, but he wanted even more than that on his dong. I kept applying oil at
his bidding until it was a thickly shining column.
     "Now, lad, get around and put both hands and both knees upon the bed
for me." I did, confused more than ever, especially since where he wanted
me to be was not upon him like I did at first, not even contacting him. And
he, himself, was up on his knees and behind me, moving, the bed shaking
with his large body's motions, and I remained marveling at what this could
all mean when I felt his cock again at my buttocks. Only this time, only
the head of it was touching and Padril's hand guided it so that it
contacted my anus. I felt it touching me in this most intimate of spots,
and before I could puzzle out what he intended to do, his hands caught hold
of my hips, holding me in place and then he stabbed it into me.
     I howled like I had never howled before, as if a wolf were my
birth-mother and my father were a crow, for I howled-cawed as the huge
prong drove into me.
     "I know it hurts, lad." came Padril's soothing voice. "But it is to be
done, and once you are done with it, it shall not hurt the more. Now hold
still and bear it. I'll wait a bit before I push again."
     I subsided, sobbing and the pain did diminish, and that was when
Padril pushed again and the pain renewed itself in force. I howled anew,
and my voice must have resounded through the house for I heard voices, some
in awe, some in sympathy and more than a few in humor. Everyone in the
house knew where I was and knew what I was to experience, I realized, and
some of them laughed at my agony!
     But Padril paused again and this time, when the pain went away, and he
pushed again, the pain was half of what it had been. I only cried out a
little and Padril pushed yet again and I but whimpered. "That's got it in
you, now, boy." he said, a soft warm, deep bass voice behind me. "Now we
let it sit until it becomes a part of you. My very central self, my source
of soul, now resides within you. Let it sooth and comfort you and you will
find the joy that lies within this act as many before you have learned."
     "Is that why they laughed?" I sobbed.
     "Yes, that is why they laughed." Padril agreed. "They were remembering
their own lessons, no doubt, and how much it hurt at first, then how much
joy it gave to them, and they know that you will discover this as well."
     "If I am to have joy in this, let it be now." I moaned. "Not in a
while. Now."
     And with that, my bowels gave an odd sort of gargle, and all the
tightness Padril's cock had put upon it eased. Padril felt it, too, and he
began to make small motions, moving his prick in and out of me. As he did,
he moaned himself, moans of pleasure to match my moans of pain. But my pain
was an echo of what it had been before, and in its place, to my immense
surprise, arose what was undeniably pleasure.
     It was my taking in of the source of Padril's own pleasure, that
pearly sperm he had issued and I had imbibed, it was beginning to work its
magic upon me! I was to experience for myself the same joy that had shaken
Padril to his very core, by dint of his masterful power and the spunk I had
ingested, I would feel it for my own!
     "Oooh!" Padril sighed.
     "Oooh!" I sighed myself.
     "Ooh!"
     "Ooh!"
     "Oh!"
     "Oh!"
     "Yes!"
     "Yes!" I chimed in with him, for we were one, we were one!
     Together we spoke the syllables of joy, "Ah! Hah! Huh! Uh! Huh! Uh!
Hah!" On and on Padril moved and I wanted this pleasure of his dong moving
in and out of me to last me forever.
     "Ah, lad, turn over now!" he gasped. "I want to look into your face
while I love you!"
     I wanted that myself, suddenly, very much! With his help, I pivoted
upon his rod like a pig on a roasting spit, and when I was upon my back,
Padril lifted my legs to wrap them around his waist, I understood and
gripped his body with my legs, my heels resting in the small of his back
and my arms around his huge chest barrel, and he was looking right into my
face and he began to move again and I saw upon his countenance the pleasure
that was moving through him as it moved through me. He feasted upon the
slight motions of my face as my joy raced through me, relishing the way his
cock was wringing ecstasy from me.
     "Ah, my own little boy-slave." He gasped after a time. "I would take
you now, take you completely, own you in a way that can never be bought or
sold, for you will give it to me once and for all. I want you to shake
within my arms as you hit your little-boy height of delight. Give me that,
give me your first climax, and I will own it forever."
     "Oh, oh, oh!" I moaned. "I will give it to you. I will give it! I
will!"
     "Good boy! Wonderful boy! Beautiful boy! I will take you forever!
Forever! Forever!" And those words were like a benediction from the gods.
     "Yes, forever, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" I knew now what he meant,
as the huge joy raced through me and I shook in his hold like a mad thing,
my joy was my entire being, and then it was over, and done.
     And I realized as my foggy mind cleared, that Padril had taken this
climax of mine and turned it into his own, for he was moaning as he had
before, huge heavy groans of delight. "AH, AGH, AH-HAH-AH-HAH-HAH! HAH!
HAH! HUHHHHHHH!" And I felt the hot seed gush into my body and felt a
serenity in my spent state, for if Padril was taking my first joy forever,
I had his joy for my own, for I had given it to him for certain. His very
essence of soul, poured out in liquid form, was now within me so deep it
could never be dislodged.
     Padril finished and fell upon me so heavily that my very air was
pressed out of my body, and I felt as if I were squashed flat, then he
groaned and rolled off of me, his cock ripping out of me with a pain not of
the flesh, but of my spirit. For my heart had wished to hold it within me
always.
     Padril's chest was rising and falling in a way that was almost
alarming. "Are you well?" I asked him in concern.
     Padril looked at me and that exhausted grin of his returned. "As well
as I have ever been." he assured me. "I've owned many a woman's body, but I
tell you that you are more than a match for their charms and better than
them in all ways."
     "I'm glad you liked me." I said. "I liked you, too. How long will we
get to stay together in this bed?"
     Padril looked at me and smiled. "My training of you is to be the most
complete and thorough in nature. You must learn every possible way to
please a man and there is more to pleasing a man than just to lie there
while he pokes you as we did now. You must learn to move so that you please
him even if he was lying completely still."
     "I can learn to do that." I said confidently.
     "You can and you will." he agreed. "But for now, let us practice your
ability to sleep in a bed with a man and not annoy him with snores or pokes
from your feet."
     The rest of my training was much like this first day and night. I
would work away at various slave tasks under various masters or fellow
slaves, but each night, I returned to this bedchamber and Padril was always
there and ready to teach me more. I learned how to rub oils into his body
to ease his pains (for he continued to fight in the arena at least twice a
week), and how to ease his body by mounting him and bouncing up and down
while he laid there and simply watched me moving, enjoying the sight of my
young, tender body (as he often described it) until he screwed up his face
in his pleasure and I again was given the gift of his potency. I became
like a boy possessed, I eagerly siphoned him off again and again, even
nursing him while he slept in hopes of gaining another load from his body
(and more often than not, I succeeded).
     When the two weeks were done, I felt sorrowful. Padril did not come
the night before my final day, to my sorrow and I spent the only night I
ever had among the sleeping slaves, and the sounds of some of them making
love to each other only reminded me how alone I was. Two of the older male
slaves came to my bed, but I fought them off, drawing blood from one of
them, telling them that I belonged only to Padril, only to him. Then I
cried myself to sleep.
     My father came for me a little after daybreak, and I greeted him in
tears, "Oh, Father!" I cried. "I care not for being sold, but I am so going
to miss this place!"
     "I'm sure the man who buys you will give you a good home." my father
said. "Gregin has told me that you are the very best of slaves, pleasing
everyone you meet. He is certain you will sell for at least five hundred
gold pieces. Think of that, son, only the finest of slaves ever fetch such
a price!" And my father's eyes glowed with that figure, and I couldn't
blame him, for a price like that, he could buy himself a farm in the
provinces and live out the rest of his life without care save for the rains
and price of the produce he raised.
     I had attended several slave auctions in the months before, and the
difference here was only that I was kept in the slave pens, out of sight of
everyone until I was fetched up on the block. The view was odd, too, in
that I could see how many had come to buy slaves on this day. The rich men
were arrayed about on their palanquins, and beyond them the merchants and
commoners.
     "And here we have the boy named Fenn, nine years of age, sold by his
father who has cared for him tenderly. He enters slavery willingly and will
not trouble any of you. Gregin has taught him in his school for slaves, and
all of you know his work well, and he tells me this lad was one of the best
students he has ever had. He will work well for you in the kitchen, in the
baths, or in your bedroom. He has been trained, too, in the arts of
pleasing a man who has a taste for fish of this flavor, and I am told his
skill in that as well is of the highest quality. You can see, too, for
yourself, how young and supple his body is, and how pleasant his face is,
completely adorable, you can dress him as a garden-sprite and have him
dance about your guests on the summer festivals. We have a prime boy here,
and we'll start the bidding at one hundred gold pieces."
     "Let us hear him speak first!" someone objected.
     I raised my head slightly. "I am here before you and will do what I am
asked, and do it with pleasure and devotion. Whatever you ask of me, that
will be my highest honor to do, whatever you tell to me, I shall keep as
the holiest of secrets. And if you want this body of mine, I shall give it
to you with every breath of my body and...." I choked up. "I will...obey
you there...in every way as well."
     "The bidding starts at one hundred gold pieces." the auctioneer
repeated and there were no more questions.
     The bidding was between three men, one rich man, one merchant who
seemed richer than most of the nobles, and a man of a rank I could not
tell. He seemed of only modest means, but the auctioneer seemed pleased at
his bids, and he stayed active throughout.
     The merchant fell out the bidding at two hundred gold pieces, the rich
man gave up in disgust at four hundred and fifty gold pieces. Whoever this
third man was, I now belonged to him. When I was taken down from the block
at the honorable price of four hundred and sixty gold pieces, I asked the
man leading me. "Who is this man who is now my master? He seems not to have
enough money to buy me."
     "That is Slado, and he's not your master, he's a slave factor." the
man told me. "He acts as go-between for those who want a slave but don't
want anyone knowing he has bought a slave, or who can't attend the
auction. He has men all over the Empire as his customers, and several from
the surrounding lands as well. You may be traveling thousands of miles to
get to your master's home."
     Thousands of miles. I was to be denied any further contact with my
family and everything I had ever known. In numb sorrow, I let myself be led
away. Slado had a place where his purchases were kept pending their owners
coming for them or ships could be found to ferry them away. I spent the
rest of the day in that room, waiting, wondering what my fate was to be.
     At sundown, finally, I heard "Get up, Fenn." came Slado's
command. "Come out and meet your new master, for he waits for you outside."
     I went out and there was a palanquin. "Get inside. He waits for you
inside." Slado commanded.
     I obeyed and the figure inside was a shapeless form in the
darkness. "I am Fenn, and I now belong to you." I introduced myself to the
black shape. "How may I begin my service to you?"
     "Come closer to me." said the voice. "So I may touch you."
     And I cried out in joy and rushed to obey, gripping my new master's
body tightly and weeping for happiness. "Oh, master, master!" I wept. "I
belong to you now forever!"
     "Yes, you do. Now let's go home." said Padril.
                             THE END
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