2. Sold

Present day

Zelda

I jump up in bed with a start I haven’t dreamt about that night in such a long time. It doesn’t even feel like it happened to me, but it did, I know it did. I bring my hand to my chest and place it over my heart and breath in and out over and over until I can feel calm again. I release one last drawn breath. And look up around my room. Today is my 18^th birthday and instead of doing whatever fun things I would like to do, celebrate with my family, friends even a boyfriend. Today is the day I am to be sold. From one capture to another.

In the end this one wasn’t so bad, the first few years I missed my family like crazy, still do but the hole in my chest doesn’t feel so raw anymore. I used to fantasie about the door being broken down and being rescued but I gave that dream up after the first 5 years of being here. No one is coming. As I was deemed pure when I was captured all those years ago, I was inspected by some doctor when I arrived at the facility. I was placed in a room with a bed, en-suite, toys, books, a desk with paper and pens, a wardrobe full of clothes anything I would need as a young girl and even now.

After some adjustments I learnt why I had been taken, I was brought here to be kept pure until some rich whoever would buy me to be their sex slave or if I was lucky breeder. Both not great options I’ll admit. The breeder is preferable as you are treated slightly better and have more control over your life, once successful the sex slave well you guessed it is what it says on the tin and are kept until no further use.

Sirens are the most desired species for these things as once we have awoken have the best pussy in the land. To the point where you can be sold for millions or billions. One of the downsides to being a siren is that we are horny as hell. Its part of the reason I have been isolated all this time, so I don’t seduce a guard to satisfy my needs. Touched sirens still feature a hefty price but nothing compared to being pure. Another reason that I have been isolated for all these years is that when I meet my new owner the shock of being close to another person is said to help us bond or some other bullshit. Honestly, I think it’s so they feel they get value for money, they have learnt by keeping us alone that we will be so desperate for physical contact were begging for it. Or rumor has it anyway.

I learnt that there are these types of facilities for all different species, fae, wearwolves, witches, siren of course. There are vampires but as they are somewhat considered ‘dead’ they can’t bread with each other and as the ruling species have a choice from which facility to choose from. For them to breed they have to mate with a living being, somehow that works around the being ‘dead’ part and male of female can produce an heir. I was told on day one that I have been sold to a vampire who apparently has been waiting a long time for someone like me. Hopefully that means his not a jackass or more importantly not some old shriveled up prune.

My education whilst being here has been to teach me the ways of pleasure amongst other things, to be honest I think my best bet will be to try and seduce him into a trance and make my escape. Being out of the water has lessened my abilities as it weakens my siren side and although I have a bathroom the 1-minute shower every 3 days is not enough to reawaken anything. If I was back home, I would be able to sing and lure man for my pleasure before them meeting their watery grave. Not that I was super keen on murder but after being taken and imprisoned the idea sounds more appealing. As my abilities are weakened to almost non-existent, I can’t sing let alone transform which is what gives us our allure and power.

The half trap door opened and a tray for breakfast is pushed through before quickly being locked back into place, like I could fit through that door anymore. Don’t get me wrong I’m still tiny but once my curves came in let’s just say certain parts of me aren’t going to fit through.

I finally decided to get out of bed and bring my tray of breakfast up onto the desk. I eat without really enjoying it, the same breakfast over and over again is getting very boring. Its also barely enough to touch the sides but as I am confirmed to this room there is only so much energy I can burn. I hear to trap door open again and another box is pushed inside followed by two smaller boxes. The lock clicks into place, intrigued I get up to go and have a look at it.

Inside the first larger box is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. It’s a sheer sparkling strapless long flowing dress with a deep v neck coming down past my breast to the waist a mirroring slit goes all the way up to what I’m suspecting will sit just be below my core, around the back there is the sparking diamond bead circling round my hips before thinning out over the area where my ass will be. I hope I can fit into without spilling out but I’m guessing that is the intention. So, from the looks of the dress beautiful as it is I’m not too sure what my role is to be. Breeder or sex slave? I open the next boxes and find shoes and jewelry. Again, they match the dress, the heels are very high, and I am quite certain I will break my neck or something in wearing these, the necklace is going to sit tight round my throat with diamond jewels flowing down in various length.

There is a tap at the door the signal to put my tray back for collection, I get it ready and move it to the trap door, the door is opened, and the tray pulled through. In place is a letter. Locked in once again I take it out and read it. The first note is from the faciality and the second is from my new owner.

You will be collected in three hours make sure you are washed and presentable for your collection. In line with these requirements your shower privileges will be extended by 2.5 minutes. Do not be late to be ready or there will be consequences.

The next letter more friendly but only just.

I do hope you enjoy your gifts I look forward to taking them off you Zac x

Well straight to it I see. Not that I expected anything less, but I had hoped to adjust and settle in, learn somethings about my new owner that I can use to my advantage before spreading my legs. Although, his note did have a strange effect on my, I was very intrigued by this Zac, perhaps just knowing his name made him feel familiar and I won’t lie I am excited by the idea of him taking off my clothes.

I took my shower enjoying being back under the water and the last 30 seconds scales started to appear on my top thighs, I almost cried I was so happy. I’ve not lost them I can get it back I just need access to water. I felt stronger and more alert than I had done in a while. As soon as the water shut off, they disappeared. I could live with that at least I’ve not lost them forever.

One thing I have learnt is how to do my hair myself it is still long, and wild at times but I have got better at managing it, not a lot to do round here so it helps pass the time. I opted for a half up do and curled it how I liked. I don’t really like make up, so I applied just a little gloss, I never go anyway to need it or to impress anyone with.

I have finally grown into my features, and I think I look rather good, although having not seen anyone else for years I’m not too sure how I compare, my large purple eyes with thick long lashes are staring back at me, my nose in proportion and my lips fuller, my long flowing ice silver blonde hair reaches the bottom of my back when loose. It seems the dress has brought out a silver undertone and feels like it sparkles in the light. The rest of me is barely contained in the dress, my full round breasts have been squashed to the middle and pushed up giving me a deep cleavage line, my round curvy ass is visible beneath the gown so you can see the line down the middle, the slit at the front stops just below my core but I feel if I turn to quickly may be on display. The shoes give me some added height and help elongate my legs. Despite my body being on show and accessible I don’t think I’ve ever looked this good. I’m so consumed with my reflection that I didn’t even hear the door open and all I see is a mans reflection appear in my mirror. I turn around to face him slowly and catch my breath.