3 comments/ 10355 views/ 8 favorites The Sintov Ch. 01 By: MissLovely She was bred into this. One would think they would have removed, beat out, the desire from her. Removed it from all of them. But there she stood on the stage, watching her best friend on auction like a prime piece of live stock, and all she wanted to do was run. There were three of them this year. Two girls and a boy who had been raised together since they were babies. They were the gifted, called Sintov. Three out of maybe a hundred that still existed in this world. Left over from an invasion of their world 300 years ago. The Empire and the Stinov lived on parallel worlds ghosted, shadows to each other. The worlds were identical and yet different in so many ways. Where the Sintov race was peaceful, the empire was power hungry and military strong. The Sintov had magical powers, strong gifts, passed down from generation to generation, the Empire had none. The two worlds lives in peaceful existence, viewing the shadows without being able to interact with them. That was until the Empire attacked. Not able to stand not having control over the shadows. The Empire's greatest scientists created a gate able to travel to the other world, allowing them to move their large army. They went to destroy the world, instead they discovered magic, their plans changed. They no longer wished to simply destroy, so they wouldn't have to watch a world that wasn't their own. Now the power for themselves. So they began to imprison the Sintov. Bringing them back to their world as slaves. The once peaceful race was now forced into war, a war that lasted fifty years. Hundreds of Stinov were dragged to the other side. But the blood poured from both sides. While the Sintov weren't a violent group of people the gifts they had made a powerful and fearsome enemy for the Empire. The numbers were beginning to dwindle on both sides. The Empire couldn't send as many troops to the new world, and the Stinov were beginning to die out. It was a bloody and gruesome war, until the battle of Port Grening. The Elders of the Stinov devised a plan to destroy the gate. In the middle of the bloody battle they combined their powers throwing themselves into the gate, sacrificing themselves to save their people. The gate was shattered, the bond between the two worlds broken. The last of the Empire on the Stinov world fled for the mountains, they were left in peace. But the Sintov that were captured did not meet as kind of a fate. They were enslaved. Used for the good of the empire. Over time the empire learned to harness the Sintov power. But slowly the Stinov began to die off. Terrified the empire started a breeding program, named the Temple. It worked to a certain extent, babies were born, but only a few were gifted. The bloodlines were too thin at this point, the Stinov became a rare thing. Once slaves that so many people had, they were now an item only the rich could afford. As the bidding winded down she took a good look at her friend, Maria. There was fear written over Maria's gorgeous face, and yes she was gorgeous. She had long legs that just didn't quit. Long blond hair you would find on a mermaid. A slender body with large breasts and an ample ass. She was a gorgeous girl. And as the bidding ended, Maria was now someone's slave. She cringed as she watched Maria being pulled from the stage. The lights beaming at them made the tears in her eyes sting, knowing she would probably never see her friend again. She knew she was next. Alec would go last, as a male, he was rare. So she knew it was her time. She looked at Alec, desperately wanting to reach out and grasp his hand. To pretend none of this was happening. But he was holding himself stiff. Refusing to move or even to look at her. She knew he was scared. The first gifted male Sintov in 10 years. He was handsome as well. They had put him in a toga skirt, like you would imagine a roman soldier to wear. It showed off his chiselled chest and muscular thighs. While the girls were taught ballet, posture, and how to be graceful; Alec had spent hours outside working his body so that his muscles were nicely defined. He was a pretty girl, and there was no doubt in her mind that the girls would go wild for him. As a hand gripped her arm, her body tensed. She lifted her gaze to the man, a guard dressed in royal grub. She was certain that her fear, her desire to run, showed in her eyes for the guard pressed a firm hand to her back pushing her forward. With tiny steps her bare feet moved to the front of the stage. Her eyes widened as the crowd came into view. She hadn't imagined there would be so many there, so many willing to purchase another person. As the auctioneer starts talking she turns her gaze to him. He was a wrinkly old man, he even had a cane. Which he probed her with as he talked about each area of her body. It was rather degrading. His description of her body. Round ass, perky breasts, legs a bit too plump, hips a bit too wide, good for breeding. Her stomach had a tint of roundness, apparently she would eat her owners out of house and home if they weren't careful. The crowd laughed at that one. She wasn't fat, not in the least, she was just rounded, the type of body made for fucking. The man went on to talk about her education, how strong her gift was. What she excelled at and what was lacking. And then the bidding began. It went so rapidly at first that she couldn't keep straight who had lifted their paddle. Her eyes flying from one side of the room to the other as the bidding went higher and higher. Her mouth opened slightly at the amount someone would pay for her. It was outrageous to her. Slowly less and less people raised their paddle, it dropped to five, then to three, finally settling at two. The first, whose name she would learn later was Lord Pruitt, was dressed in bold deep colors, the fabric looked heavy and almost as if it were lined in gold. The other, a Lord Westrick, was dressed no less finely but in leathers and neutral tones. Both were wealthy, she could tell that through the blaring lights. But then again they would have to be for the amounts they were willing to pay for her. As she moved her gaze from one to the other she drew her lower lip into her mouth. she could tell that Pruitt's face was getting red with anger as the other man stood there so casually just raising his paddle. She turned to look at Westrick, squinting to see if she could get a better look. But he stood in the shadows. At a loud bang she turns her gaze back to Pruitt. His paddle laying on the ground as he stormed from the room. "And the winner is Lord Westrick." She quickly whipped her head to look at the auctioneer. A grin crossing his face as the guard took hold of her arm to drag her from the stage. She turned to Alec, wanting to say goodbye to her friend but he turned away and she felt tears forming in her eyes. But he was right. It was better this way. They would never see each other again. It was best to make a clean break. Nodding, she held her head high and descended from the stage. She took a moment to study Lord Westrick before lowering her gaze. He was a well built man, the scar on his jaw showing he was used to battle as so many from the empire were. His skin was tanned from time in the sun. His hair was a bit shaggy, reaching about chin length. His clothing, while fine and Quality, were obviously worn on the edges. The stark white shirt beneath was a contrast to everything else he was wearing. Her gaze moved to her hands as golden shackles were placed on her wrists. They clicked together with such a final feeling that she left out a small whimper. When no key was used to lock them she took a closer look at them. Carved with a design she couldn't even find where they locked together. They weren't designed to ever be taken off. Her lip found its way back into her mouth, her teeth digging into the soft flesh. Westrick then added a simple gold chain, clasping the two cuffs together to he could easily pull her along. He even gave a little yank pulling her closer to his large body. Blinking back tears, for the first time in her life she wondered why she had to be gifted. Why couldn't someone else get her powers. Shaking her head she tried to force the sadness away. Fingers then gripped her chin, gently pushing her head upwards. She was forced to look into the eyes of Westrick. He smiled, a smile one could almost consider it an evil smile. "Well my dear, what do they call you?" His voice was deep, a pleasant tone, the kind that sent shivers down your spine when whispered in your ear. His thumb then moved from her chin to graze over her lower lip. "They call me," she took a gulp of air as her lungs suddenly felt empty. "My name is Rita." The Sintov Ch. 02 Westrick's tighten grip on her chin at her words, "Rita..." His smile seems to fade, his eyes narrowing. He stares at her for a moment, almost as if he were angry about the name choice, before nodding his head, "You can keep the name." Abruptly he turns away from her, yanking on the leash, pulling her along behind him. Stumbling, Rita silently fought with herself, her emotions and thoughts were at war with each other. How she wanted to tell him it wasn't his place to tell her what her name was. She had been named Rita as a babe, he had no say. But he did have a right, he was now her owner, her master. Rita cringed at the thought. A sharp yank at her wrists brought Rita away from her thoughts, from the confusion building in her head. "Aren't you going to greet Lady Banach?" Westrick looked at her, an eyebrow quirked. It was as if he was testing her. Holding her head high she turned her attention to the lady. She gave the woman a slight bow. Lady Nancy Banach, looked like a viper. Or at least as close as a person would look to a viper. She was tall, a good head taller than Rita. Her frame was thin and narrow, yet she moved in a way that silent and graceful. Her waist length hair was pitch black, a few strands on grey mixed in showed her age, her advancing years. She oozes power, not the magical power that flowed through Rita's veins. No the kind that you get when you fuck your way to the top of the food chain. No one could touch her and she knew it. "Greetings Ma'am." Rita's eyes glued to the woman as she slithered closer to her, pressing her body up against Rita's. Lady Banach's height caused her breasts to push into Rita's face, almost as if to suggest she should get to work. "Oh look James. She is so well behaved already!" Lady Banach exclaimed, snaking her arm around Rita's waist she pulled her body tightly against her own. Her free hand moved between their bodies grasping onto Rita's breast. Lady Banach smiled as Rita's mouth opened a tad. Using her thumb she rubbed the rough cloth of Rita's short toga against her nipple. A chuckle escaping her plump lips as the girl began to squirm in her arms. "Oh how wonderful it would be if this cloth wasn't in my way." Letting out another chuckle she drags her hand down Rita's body. Her hand stopping once it reaches her cunt. But as she reaches in she feels Rita's legs clamp close. Letting out a soft snort she uses her other hand to pull on Rita's hair, making her head fall back so that Rita was looking in her eyes, "Now dear, we can't have you doing that." Lady Banach's leg appears from the slit in her slinky dress. As she lifts Rita's tiny skirt, she presses her thigh against the girls legs opening them to give herself access. Grinning, she runs her fingers gently across Rita's pussy. Another chuckle escaping her lips as the girl struggles and looks away. Running her hand once more over the girl's cunt she lets a finger stray entering her pussy lips, grinning when her finger finds juices filling the cunt. Laughing she pushes the girl away from her, watching Rita stumble she puts her finger into her mouth, sucking the juices from the digit. "Oh James you must let me play with her one day. She is delightful." "Maybe..." He turns to look at Rita again, his brow again quirked. Rita was shocked. What had she gotten herself into? Her body was quivering and she couldn't figure out why. Drawing her lower lip into her mouth she raised her gaze to Westrick. His stare so intense her lip started to quiver, she was so ashamed. Her body had betrayed her. It had enjoyed Lady Banach's touch. What was worse was that Lord Westrick seemed to enjoy the show and hadn't done a single thing to stop it. As Lady Banach walked away, a rounded man quickly filled her spot, "Lord Westrick! I was hoping I could view your winnings this evening!" The man patted his rather large stomach as he looked at Rita, his eyes seemed to devour her. "Lord Howard, How are you this evening? I didn't know you were allowed to attend these events anymore." Lord Westrick yanked on Rita's leash to bring her closer to the other Lord, "By all means, you may even touch her if you wish." A gleam seemed to enter Lord Howard's eyes. He wasn't known as a kind man, in fact he was banned from most auction for the way he would bruise the merchandise before the bidding began, so it was rare that someone who let them actually touch their winnings. Licking his lips, he grabbed ahold of Rita's arms turning her around. He had little desire to see her front, her breasts or even her cunt. He was an ass man. The tightest hole he could find, that is what made him happy. Lifting the back of her skirt he pushed her body forward, entirely ignoring the girl's whimpers and protests. He then stuffed his fat left index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit, before grinning and moving it towards her ass. Being in a good mood, an almost kind one, he put just the tip of his finger into her tight hole. Wiggling it around for a moment before thrusting it all the way in. Letting out a moan Lord Howard turns to look at Westrick, "Why I don't think anyone has ever touched her ass before." Placing a hand to his temple Lord Westrick shakes his head, "No I don't think they prepare them for anal at the Temple." "I would pay a hefty purse if you would allow me to... prepare her." Lord Howard lets out a bark of laughter, swating Rita's ass as she tries to move and escape from his finger. "She is going to be a feisty one Westrick. I hope you know how to tame a feisty one." Grunting he pulled his finger out in one swift movement. "Well I should be going now." Lord Howard nods his head as he frees Rita from his grasp, finally dropping her skirt. "But remember, I would pay a heavy purse for her ass!" Laughing and patting his large belly Lord Howard walked away. Rita stood there, her body gently shaking, her eyes watching Lord Howard walk across the room probably on his way to torment some other poor girl. Her body felt raw, it ached. She turned her gaze back up to Lord Westrick, who she found was once again watching her closely. "Well my dear I think it's probably time I take you home." He then yanked on the leash causing Rita to stumble after him. She could feel energy radiating from Westrick's body. It seemed to sink into her pores, mixing with her own energy feeding her power. The combined power was so strong she had to make tight fist to stop it from exploding from her body. It was weird for her to feel such a strong energy coming from someone who wasn't a Stinov. Even Sintov born without powers didn't give off that type of energy. Cringing she realized how excited, or angry, he must be. Letting out a whimper she scooted into the car after him. Her head turned to look at him. He was watching her. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into her. She scoots closer to the door trying to hide from him. "Oh for gods sake will you stop it." His voice seemed louder in the small car. His hand reached out, taking ahold of her arm and pulling her towards him. "Now stay there." He moved his hand to her bare thigh, letting it lay there, while his the pad of his thumb rubbed against her skin. Shaking his head he pulled a stack of papers from the seat in front of him, turning his attention away from her. Drawing her lip into her mouth she tries stop the moan that was building inside of her. His gentle touch was so different from what had happened inside the auction house that her body was rebelling against her, "What are you going to do to me?" "Surely they told you that at the temple," he turned to the next page of his stack. "I was taught how to use my powers," she hissed in return. "I wasn't told I would be sexual assaulted." Smiling he turned to look at her, "Are you speaking of Lady Banach's kind gestures? Or maybe Lord Howard's?" "Kind gestures?" Her mouth fell open finding his words absurd. "They touched me, their hands roamed freely over my body. The lady said she wanted a chance to play with me another time!" Rita's words trail off as he begins to laugh. Turning to face her a grin crosses his face, "My dear..." Leaning towards her Westrick slid his hand up her thigh, the rough skin from his palm caressing the creamy skin of her thigh. "You are my slave," he brings his hand to her cunt and upon hearing her gasp he let out a laugh. "I am going to use you." Westrick rubbed his hand up and down her slit, "I am going to fuck you." His thumb sneaked in between her pussy lips to press on her little button, "I am going to let others fuck you." Watching her draw her lip into her mouth after the smallest of moans escaped from her soft lips, he begins to move his thumb in a circular motion, "You are mine to do whatever I'd like to." Drawing his thumb from her cunt he places it at her lips gently pushing it into her mouth, "There is nothing you can do about it. You will either accept it or fight it. Either way I will have fun, so it matters not to me." He slowly pulls his thumb from her mouth letting it pull her lower lip downwards. Letting out another laugh he moves his hand back to her thigh, his damp thumb rubbing her inner thigh once more. As if nothing happened he returned to his papers. "You cannot do this to me!" She yells at him, wishing more than anything that her hands were not bound. "I am a gifted Sintov." She pauses to give him a good glare, "I am the most powerful Sintov in 300 years!" Westrick nods in agreement before turning his head to look at her. "Yes, that is why I spent a small fortune on you." "You can't hurt me," she spats at him. "I can't?" His eyes roam over Rita's body. "What do you actually need to use your power? Hmmm?" Reaching down he grasps her bound hands pulling them up to her face. "These are all you need. Your hands." His hands move down to the cuffs, "But for me to use your power, these are all I need. These cuffs. They transfer your power to my body." He pauses dropping her hands, "I don't need your beauty." His hand reaches up to cup her cheek, "It's just an added bonus. A nice one I will admit. But I have three other girls. All quite stunning. From you I only need your gifts." He grins down at her, "so I can do whatever I want to you." Shocked she stared at him. She hadn't realized that this is what it would be like outside of the temple, that the people here were allowed to treat her so. That she really was just a special object, that they didn't even care if they broke. Letting out a gentle cry she finally lets the tears fall from her eyes. She lowered her gaze from Westrick, looking down at her bound hands, which seemed to sum up her entire life from here on out. Lost in her sadness she didn't notice when Westrick removed his hand from her thigh, when he pulled a needle from the seat in front of him, or when he gently pushed the needle into her thigh. No all she remembered was her sadness and how she fell into a peaceful sleep.