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Today marks a new lease on life for Vanya Narelle. While she understands her place as a slave, she also has basic insight that the world she is about to be thrust into will be one vastly different than what she has ever known.

Vanya has been a slave for just over a decade now. It feels to her that it is something she is decent at; if not the only thing she truly knows how to do. Yet there is uncertainty about being thrown back into the flesh market and scooped up by a new Master.

What if I can’t adjust to life in a harem? She wondered, peering out of the hollowed window of the carriage she was being transported in. Her mind was spilling over with nervousness. One of the most prevailing thoughts she had was the notion she may not be able to properly please a man. What bigger failure was there than for a slave to be unable to support and serve their Master? The thought had almost sent goosebumps to prickle across the skin of her arms. Her body jostled slightly as the carriage turned a new route through a worn path into the fields outside of the arid Kingdom.

Sure, it was true that Vanya had experience as a slave. However, this fact was rather open-ended, as her previous Master didn’t use her for pleasure in the most conventional ways.

Merrick was the name of her ex-master. A cruel and unusual man. He certainly got off on humiliating and tormenting young women.

Merrick was a tortured soul himself. A veteran of many wars who was still battling demons within his mind. It was easy for him to lash out at powerless young women. After many years of serving him, Vanya had grown to care for the man in a sick and twisted way; though it was not a devotion of healthy sentiments. It was very much a dependent sickness she had suffered from and he got off on exploiting such vulnerability.

That felt like lifetimes ago, despite still being in his care less than six months ago. - So much has changed and will continue to do so.

Vanya didn’t even know the man she was to serve now, only that He had one of His orderlies come to purchase her and escort her to His land. It was intriguing to her, as she pictured He must be some great lord or man of honorable means. Yet she didn’t quite have the details on the exact Master she was to come to know and serve, the apprehension of meeting Him and her sister slaves still swelled through her in nauseating waves.

At least a change in scenery was good to quiet down her mind. Plus, it had been gossiped to her that the Estate she was being taken to, while not a far distance from the heart of Sakaeris; was still secluded within the meadows, nested in verdant greenery with lush gardens to walk through. - To top it all off, it is said to house natural springs and rivulets that branch from a river deeper inland. Of course, this was all hearsay. - Surely it wasn’t that extravagant of a place. Sakaeris is boldly known for its harsh desert climate; finding meadows, brooks, and gardens was as realistic as a story-book fairytale. It would be dishonest of her to say she wasn’t a least a small bit curious to know how accurate these descriptions would be.

The carriage continued onward. Inside was the orderly of her new Master. He tentatively examined Vanya’s paperwork during the passage. Pressing his spectacles closer to the bridge of his nose every so often due to the rough ride causing them to occasionally slide off. - These papers included a detailed record of Vanya’s known history and any Master who may have had ownership of her, health records, and any other important information on the slave purchased. - Now and then he’d scrunch up his nose and mumble something beneath his breath, making Vanya wonder what it could be that he was presently reading on her, as she never had access to such information, even though it pertained to herself.

The orderly hasn’t told her much about what to expect. He vaguely mentioned the estate and how it would be located somewhere solitary. She was pretty much informed immediately that she would be in a haram and serve alongside other girls. - Vanya still wasn’t sure how that worked, though she was open to it. - It’s not like she had much choice anyway. Surely it was better than the last experience she had with an owner.

It was probably the anticipation of going to a new home, meeting new people, and the prospect of serving a new Master that made this ride feel as if were crawling at a grueling pace. Vanya all but began to doze off. Her neck slouched in a way that rested carelessly against her left shoulder during the rest of the trip. It wasn’t until sandstone pathways met a more smooth, dirt path that jostled her back to consciousness.

A light groan left her lips, which were beginning to dry from the long ride; not to mention the dry heat of summer. - Vanya rubbed the sleep from her eyes and offered a small yawn before getting another good look out of the carriage’s window.

“Gods…” she whispered. This can’t be it. “Are we here?” She asked the orderly, who looked up from her paperwork with an almost smug little smile pulling at the corners of his thin lips.

“So you like it?” He taunted. Gesturing his free hand outward in a dramatic sweeping motion. “Welcome home, Slave Vanya, to Master Damalus’ estate.”

Vanya feared it was just a cruel dream. A sick illusion cast by the heat of summer. For a while, she didn’t say anything. Her golden-tinged eyes were wide, soaking in the beautiful landscape that they were riding through.

In the distance was a beautiful structure, almost hazy in the hot, stale sunlight. The building appeared to be large. Its white marbled walls somehow make it look iridescent in the sun’s bright light. It had a few towers, capped with rounded, golden rooftops that peaked in the center. These slender towers encircled a much larger area of the estate; its structure was similarly built to the tall towers around it; except its rounded rooftop was a magnificent teal in color. As if a shining jewel in the middle of this otherwise barren landscape.

Vanya felt completely captivated. Mesmerized by the sight of such beautiful scenery. She opened her lips to speak, but no words fell out. Only a small squeak of something that seemed to already be forgotten once they trotted up and made their way to the entrance of her new Master’s home.

The carriage strolled down through a new path, one made up of different bricks. Vanya noticed the pathway had a pattern embedded in its design. A backdrop of sandstone with sun and moon. The sun symbols were paired with warm-colored stones while the moon symbols had cooler ones. The mixing of soft neutrals with vibrant reds, yellows, and orange hues in conjunction with the soft blue, grey, and violets seemed to pop boldly into her mind.

Vanya was beginning to feel like royalty just from riding into such a place. Yet she knew to humble herself. If anything she was not a princess or woman of great nobility. - It would do good for her not to lose sight of this fact.

As they ventured toward the stables they passed up brilliant, azure pools of water. Cat tails, lily pads, and the occasional lotus could be seen peppered around the oasis’ edges. But what took Vanya by surprise was a topless woman who lounged at the pool. Her slender legs splashed in the water while her shoulders moved up and down. Her entire arm was shaking vertically. - It was almost hard to see but once Vanya got a good look at everything she noticed the woman was not alone. A young man sat beside her with his legs parted, the woman’s hand was a blur over his crotch. It was then that Vanya shrank back in from the window from embarrassment. Still partially gazing from her peripheral at the couple. - The lucky guy looked no older than twenty-five, surely that wasn’t a sister slave and her Master, was it?

“The slaves here pleasure the guests?” Vanya asked the orderly in an almost timid nature.

“Huh?” The orderly replied, looking out the window she had been peering from. “Oh! No. That’s Lady Twyla Garren.” He chuckled as if realizing some sort of inside joke.

Twlya Garren? Vanya mused. She’s heard that name before but from where?

“Her newest boy toy, it seems.” The orderly chimed. - They watched as the young man was being mercilessly jerked off by the older woman. Though he certainly wasn’t minding by the way his lower half began to shake; and how intensely his seed was milked from him, rolling down his manhood and this noble lady’s quick hands.

Vanya turned away; still somewhat embarrassed to have witnessed the show, let alone next to someone she didn’t know. - She would have to toughen up though; being a part of a harem probably consisted of a plethora of depraved activities and she can’t let her sexual inexperience be a hindrance to serving her new Master.

Whomever He might be…