Sleep With One Eye Opened
The Beginning.
It was around 2090. The world has under go changes that no one would have expect it to do so. One thing that had changed drastically though was that all over the world looked like something from a Transylvania horror movie. There were certain holidays that one would obey and if they didn’t would be punished by there collar master. Yes, you ask, what is a collar master? It necessarily goes along with the whole idea of a Dominate and a submissive, yet girls when they turn fourteen are in an assembly line as men walk up and down to choose their pick wisely. Sometimes there would be two collars to one Master it depended on the man that chose you.
This year was Michelle Larkenson’s third year in the line up. She had a master before but he had gotten rid of her because all she would do was mope. But if you look at it from her prospective you would mope too. At the age of fourteen you are taken away from your family to the city where it all takes place. Some nickname it “The City Of Evil” while others don’t even bother to name it. The families that children are taken from have no say in it what so ever, as soon as the oldest girl turns fourteen the mother and father have to try to reproduce another female for the next generation Masters. It’s indeed a sick, twisted cycle that hasn’t ended, enslaving girls from age fourteen until the master decides to kick them out. Sometimes you’ll get lucky and the master will keep you, but other times, it’s not the case. You see there are certain times when a girl is taken away from her master, or the master is sick of her she comes back to this camp. The camp is the worst imaginable place anybody could imagine.
Asmodeus. The world’s first place of torture, the name even meant came from a Jewish decent which where he was the king on The Nine Hells. What a perfect name for a building that held so much hell in one small place. It was absolutely frightening and the parents that had kids there prayed every night they were being treated well, even if they knew that was farthest from the truth.
Michelle being among the oldest to be held in an auction was chosen last. The males usually went for the younger ones, the more innocent ones to torture them even more since they didn’t know what was coming. The fourteen year olds only had myths to go by while the older ones knew what was coming. The slaves in training were lined up in a single file line, their hands cuffed together so they made a huge chain link. It was a horrid sight to see and anyone that saw it would vouch that the memory was burned into his or her minds forever. But the Kings and Princess’s from other lands didn’t care what they were about to do to an innocent human being, they just simply drove the distance from whatever zone they resided in to pick up new meat a new toy to play with. While the guys ventured around the viewing area Michelle was knocked out cold in a cell that held her in place until she was ready and primped for auctioning.
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Michelle Larkenson’s eyes opened with a small gasp emitting from her opened mouth. She had awoken in a small, cramped cell with water dripping from seemingly nowhere. She looked around to see where she was but realized she was chained to the wall, her neck in a brace attached to the wall so she couldn’t eve move that.
“You’re up.” Came a gruff voice from the pitch darkness.
“W-who’s there?” Michelle mumbled, her voice too weak to speak any louder then she was. She must’ve been out longer then she had previously thought.
“My name isn’t important.” The man approached the cowering girl in the corner of the cell with a key, unlocking her but only to transport her into the waiting area where the auction was being held.
At that point Michelle knew where she was. Michelle was in Asmodeus and was about to be in the auction for teenage girls. Her body started to tremble with fear when she looked up at the man with a large mask on. “P-please don’t...Please.” She pleaded, not caring if she sounded desperate because she was in fact desperate at the moment. She would do anything to not be put in the auction but she knew it was her fate when the guard just laughed at her.
With a defeated sigh Michelle just went numb, something she learned to do right before an auction so some of it she wouldn’t remember.
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Whack.
Michelle had heard it before she felt the sharp pain on her lower back. They had brought the whip out which meant the auction had started and she was being show cased. Some man out there, some sick man, was going to own her. This was Michelle Larkenson’s fate. Being a sex slave for a higher power so she could live. She still didn't know why they would choose her but they did and there was no way in getting out of it.
This year was Michelle Larkenson’s third year in the line up. She had a master before but he had gotten rid of her because all she would do was mope. But if you look at it from her prospective you would mope too. At the age of fourteen you are taken away from your family to the city where it all takes place. Some nickname it “The City Of Evil” while others don’t even bother to name it. The families that children are taken from have no say in it what so ever, as soon as the oldest girl turns fourteen the mother and father have to try to reproduce another female for the next generation Masters. It’s indeed a sick, twisted cycle that hasn’t ended, enslaving girls from age fourteen until the master decides to kick them out. Sometimes you’ll get lucky and the master will keep you, but other times, it’s not the case. You see there are certain times when a girl is taken away from her master, or the master is sick of her she comes back to this camp. The camp is the worst imaginable place anybody could imagine.
Asmodeus. The world’s first place of torture, the name even meant came from a Jewish decent which where he was the king on The Nine Hells. What a perfect name for a building that held so much hell in one small place. It was absolutely frightening and the parents that had kids there prayed every night they were being treated well, even if they knew that was farthest from the truth.
Michelle being among the oldest to be held in an auction was chosen last. The males usually went for the younger ones, the more innocent ones to torture them even more since they didn’t know what was coming. The fourteen year olds only had myths to go by while the older ones knew what was coming. The slaves in training were lined up in a single file line, their hands cuffed together so they made a huge chain link. It was a horrid sight to see and anyone that saw it would vouch that the memory was burned into his or her minds forever. But the Kings and Princess’s from other lands didn’t care what they were about to do to an innocent human being, they just simply drove the distance from whatever zone they resided in to pick up new meat a new toy to play with. While the guys ventured around the viewing area Michelle was knocked out cold in a cell that held her in place until she was ready and primped for auctioning.
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Michelle Larkenson’s eyes opened with a small gasp emitting from her opened mouth. She had awoken in a small, cramped cell with water dripping from seemingly nowhere. She looked around to see where she was but realized she was chained to the wall, her neck in a brace attached to the wall so she couldn’t eve move that.
“You’re up.” Came a gruff voice from the pitch darkness.
“W-who’s there?” Michelle mumbled, her voice too weak to speak any louder then she was. She must’ve been out longer then she had previously thought.
“My name isn’t important.” The man approached the cowering girl in the corner of the cell with a key, unlocking her but only to transport her into the waiting area where the auction was being held.
At that point Michelle knew where she was. Michelle was in Asmodeus and was about to be in the auction for teenage girls. Her body started to tremble with fear when she looked up at the man with a large mask on. “P-please don’t...Please.” She pleaded, not caring if she sounded desperate because she was in fact desperate at the moment. She would do anything to not be put in the auction but she knew it was her fate when the guard just laughed at her.
With a defeated sigh Michelle just went numb, something she learned to do right before an auction so some of it she wouldn’t remember.
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Whack.
Michelle had heard it before she felt the sharp pain on her lower back. They had brought the whip out which meant the auction had started and she was being show cased. Some man out there, some sick man, was going to own her. This was Michelle Larkenson’s fate. Being a sex slave for a higher power so she could live. She still didn't know why they would choose her but they did and there was no way in getting out of it.
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