When the lord sells a slave, she’s treated for one day as a bride.

The girls enslaved on the estate aren’t just peasant daughters sold so their families could eat; many a young lady of good breeding finds herself here, sent there by their wealthy fathers to learn discipline and posture, usually under a contract of less than a year.

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it’s spring: calving time on the slave farm. 

When a girl is inevitably impregnated by the lord or by one of his guards, she is taken to live in a wing of the servants’ quarters. When her child is born, it’s taken to an orphanage in a village a few days’ journey away, and the woman is kept in the castle as a domestic slave, cooking or cleaning.

This is the kind of thing seen all over the estate. Girl as ornamentation. Sex as ornamentation. Suffering as ornamentation.

The lord is absolutely fair in his punishments, and also creative.

Some girls come to the estate victims of circumstance. Some are victims of war. Some are not victims at all.

Occasionally a girl would find herself sold into the hands of those who would try to reteach what Master had broken in their minds, but their efforts were absolutely futile.

This is that girl, the one that intrigues him so.  Her face, not exceptionally beautiful— she is of peasant lineage, never looked upon as anything special.  Her breasts are smallish and bouncy on an otherwise thin frame.  Beneath her surface he sees a soul perfect for servitude, entirely able to take the abuses he longs to give.

He keeps them everywhere, all over his estate.  Some are in the dungeons beneath the castle, some are in rooms here and there, and some are in enclosures outside. Sure, they have lots of sunlight and fresh air, but they’re exposed to rain and snow as well, and the wandering eyes (and hands) of travelers and passersby.