Bound: The Inland Slave
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Authors: Kelsey Charisma
Bound: The Inland Slave
by
Kelsey Charisma
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Bound: The Inland Slave
Copyright © 2012 by Kelsey Charisma
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Blurb
: Katja’s father purchases her a slave to display his wealthy status. Soon after the captured, rebel warrior meets Katja, he strives to seduce her as he plots to take her away for a chance at a better life—if she’ll willingly surrender herself to him completely.
Other Titles by Kelsey Charisma:
BLINDFOLDED SURPRISE SEX WITH DADDY
WHAT HAPPENS AT SLUMBER PARTIES
BATTERY OPERATED BOYFRIEND (ROBOT FETISH)
CRAVING BLOOD & SEX (VAMPIRE FETISH)
DELIGHTFUL DECEPTION (OGRE FETISH)
DADDY’S DISCIPLINE (SPANKING FETISH)
Table Of Contents:
Other Titles by Kelsey Charisma:
1
Eydis, the largest and richest continent in the world, was also home to the poorest. Thousands of natives hid in the central woods that covered the vast mainland of hills and inhabitable mountains. Locals to the city of Trata whispered of war that plagued the inner cities as the indigenous fought to reclaim their land. However, the king of Eydis wasn’t lenient, and often pillaged the central forests and enslaved men that united in rebellion. He ordered to burn down their small villages, impregnate women, and kill any child they saw.
For Katja the stories of endless conflict were hard to believe. Beyond the tumbrels rolling into the markets every few weeks full with slaves, the rumors seemed impossible. She lived a privileged, but sheltered life, seeing no signs of poverty or strife. As the only daughter to a well-known wealthy tax collector, Sir Cade Fetter, she was in want of nothing. If anything, she lived in excess. So when her father mentioned he would purchase her a slave to display his great wealth, she thought nothing of owning a life.
On the day he was going to bid for a slave, her father was delighted to learn the king captured Huntsmen, the legendary fighters and only resistance to the king. For her father it was an added bonus to own a Huntsman, and not just a slave. He believed the Huntsman to be the perfect protector for Katja, and with pride, he lingered in the square for the trade to begin. Everyone gathered for the wealthy auction, and buyers sized up the few beefy men seized by the king’s warriors. The Huntsmen towered men in height, and the steel chains around their brawny bodies looked inadequate.
Katja looked over the men, scared of them, and increasingly more so knowing one would soon be in arms reach. The huge men had branded marks of a small horseshoe on their left shoulder blade as a sign of betrayal to the king, which displayed their status as low as cattle. The fact they could endure such pain frightened Katja, because any lesser man would have died with how deep their burns singed.
Their appearance surprised her. She thought barbarians would look wild like feral animals; not think for themselves like the cleverest of men, as they clearly did while scanning the crowd of onlookers. They gripped the bars staring into the faces of those around as if they quietly plotted with intelligence. She didn’t know why it surprised her to see them still and alert. They were all inland warriors, and had to be capable if they kept the king busy with constant warfare to regain their lands. They even wore uniforms of leather skin tunics, thick fur shoulder pads, and boots that were much like the winter wear sold in shops.
Even though the warriors were dangerous, wealthy men circled the tumbrels as they looked over the Huntsmen. Katja’s father did the same, and returned with a small, triumphant grin. “I will purchase the biggest man here, and he will be yours to do with as you please.”
“What do I want a slave for?” She didn’t like the idea of a large man around her all the time. She’d never spent any time with a member of the opposite sex beyond her father, and the idea made her uneasy.
“You need one. It’s status.”
“That is silly.” Status was everything to him, but Katja rolled her eyes at the matter.
“Don’t be difficult, Katja. I’m getting you a slave, and not just a slave but
a Huntsman
. People will see him with you everywhere you go and no one will question our status. A daughter of a wealthy tax collector with a Huntsman demands respect. You need to think of these things now that you’re of age.” Katja looked away in protest, but she knew enough that in public there was no reasoning with him.
She looked to the caged men, and scanned for the biggest in the group. They were all tall and burly, but there was a blond man that towered by a head over the rest. His body was extraordinary, and ripped with muscle. Years of fighting and training leaned him out, and unlike the other men, he wore only a leather skirt, revealing much of his impressive body. As if clipped with the tip of a sword, he had a scar crossing from one pec to the other. As she stared at him, his piercing gray eyes suddenly stopped on her. She stiffened, but she didn’t turn away. His eyes looked like an ominous storm, and peering into them made her shiver. “He scares me, father.” She whispered.
“No worries, darling. He’s been tortured and beat so many times by now that they’re submissive.” The cruelty wasn’t comforting to hear at all. Her father spoke of it so easily—to easily. “And he’ll be taught his place long before you’re introduced.”
MONTHS LATER, THE SLAVE her father acquired was a forgotten memory, and she hadn’t seen the Huntsman since. She took to walking by the fields around the time of the first harvest, when the wheat was ready for reaping, when she saw the farmer’s slaves gathering and gleaning for their rations. Among the slaves was her Huntsman, picking stalk as if he belonged to the wealthy farmer. As soon as Katja spotted the man, he looked up, and stopped when he noticed her. The sight of him was so unexpected, and his gaze so intense, she froze where she was, not yards from the man.
“Don’t look at her!” Torsten, one of the farmer’s sons, canned his back, while he sat on a high horse. Katja jolted at the sound of the loud crack of rattan when it whipped him. In the blink of an eye, Torsten hit the slave again, and on the third strike, he doubled over before falling onto his knees. That was when she saw the many fresh slashes on his back, which was black from countless thrashings.
“Torsten!” Katja yelped, as her own tolerance of pain weakened at the sight of the slave being brutally beat for a fourth time. Torsten stopped flogging him, as he snapped his attention over to her with confusion. “Don’t touch my slave. In fact give him to me now.”
Torsten pulled the rains on his horse to turn the beautiful beast toward her. “
Your
slave? Your father sold him to us when he couldn’t torture him into submission. We bought him, we broke him, and therefore he’s ours.”
“I don’t believe you!” Her father wouldn’t give up on his idea of displaying his great status that easily. “Give him to me, Torsten.”
“You can’t take him, or our families will feud, Katja. We spend a lot of money on slaves, as you can see, and we don’t
give
them away.”
Katja huffed, but removed her necklace and threw it at the hooves of Torsten’s horse, and then she demanded for her slave one more time with the added threat she’d send her father to their plantation that night if he didn’t comply. “Surely your farm owes taxes, Torsten.”
“He’s worth more than that.” Torsten said, ignoring her threat. But he understood her full meaning, because he was consenting, even if he was still trying to swindle more money out of her.
“If you feel you deserve more, then come to my father tonight.”
Torsten smiled, and then waved at her slave to leave the field. “If he’s too much for you to handle, I can always buy him back at half price.”
Her slave dropped his wheat and strode with long steps toward her. Katja anxiously stiffened, as his giant body approached; she didn’t want him near her. He still frightened her as much as the day she first saw him. She turned around and headed for home before he could get close, and didn’t bother to look back to see if he was following her.
They walked a half mile before she suddenly decided to stop. They were by thick woods of immensely tall trees. The dirt road was not four feet from the shade of the wide limbs. The forest got her thinking that maybe she should let her slave go. They were close to many roads that would lead to his freedom. She certainly didn’t like him following her so closely, and she had no plans for him. “Look,” she said to her slave.
He stopped in front of her and peered into the woods as if she heard something. For some reason, he stretched out his arm to shield her. “I don’t see anything.” He replied before he let her finish her thought.
“I see your freedom.” She said, and he searched her face with puzzlement. “I have no use for you. So, you run in there and find your way back to the inlands. I’m going home, and I’ll tell my father that you simply ran from me, and I didn’t want to chase in after you. Now go slave. Go.”
He blinked and looked bewildered that she’d even offer. “I could show you what to do with me if you wish.” His expression was so stern, with not even a hint of a mischievous grin, his meaning was lost to her. If he was implying sex, he would’ve had a wicked glint in his eye, but he didn’t. He looked sober, standing firm with his words.
“I’m positive I have no use for you. Now go. I mean it.”
“I can’t leave.” He shook his head. “I’m a branded man with the slave mark given by the king. If I’m captured while alone, I’ll be killed on the spot. If I made it to the inland, I’d be an outcast because of my branding. I don’t belong anywhere. And if I’m your slave, as long as you don’t break my toes, stretch my limbs, flog me, try to drown me, or boil me, I have no intention of leaving you. I promise I won’t disappoint when it comes time for me to bed you.”
Katja parted her lips to speak, but then closed her mouth. She had no idea how to respond to the torture he spoke of or the remark about sex. At the present, the more disturbing comment was his affliction. “That happened to you?”
“I’ve heard of it, and obviously I’ve been beat. I’m a warrior. I’ve seen a lot.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.” She said quickly. It was too disturbing and she wanted nothing to do with the subject. “I’ll take you to my father, and he’ll know what to do with you.”
Before she took a step, he clinched thick fingers around her wrist. His sudden grasp startled her, and she began to tremble, but he didn’t remove his tight grip. “Your father will flay me as he did before. He once said he bought me with intentions to watch over you. Tell him I’m
your
slave; tell him before he sends me away from you, or I will never live to see the next morning.”