Stephanie In The Slave Market
Now that I think of it, my first date, ever, was with a pretty girl named Stephanie:
My eyes were fixed on her as soon as I entered the slave market. There were about twenty slavegirls on display in the market that day, and each one of them, I had to admit, was of the best quality. All of them were pretty; some were indeed beautiful. But she seemed to have a unique atmosphere around her that I found especially attractive.
Like all the other girls, she was completely naked. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and her ankles locked in a set ofheavy iron shackles — too heavy, I said to myself, for her slim little ankles. On her neck was a black iron collar, attached to a chain hanging from a wooden beam above her head. She was forced by the chain to stand rigidly straight, waiting to be examined by potential buyers in the most humiliating way — much in the same manner as the other girls in the market.
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I walked around her nakedness and gave her a full examination again. The youthful and natural beauty of her petite figure, enhanced by the chains and shackles she wore, pleased me immensely. There was no permanent brand anywhere on her body; she had only a fading blue stamp on her left hip that read: “E&L Slave Traders.” But the inscriptions on her collar indicated a different owner: “Property of Tony Francera.”
“Stephanie,” I informed her, “I think I’m going to buy you.”
“Are you going to be kind to me, sir?” She raised her head again and for the first time let her eyes meet mine. Brown and clear, her eyes were very charming.
“It depends. On how you behave. But anyway, I’ll keep you naked and chained like this all the time. And I’ll whip you at least once a week. Also, how would you like a pair of little rings pierced through your nipples?”
“…Do I have a choice?”
“Of course not, you silly little slave!” I laughed and patted her on the back. Except for the fresh whip marks, her skin was soft and smooth, and felt good.
From Stephanie In The Slave Market by Sir Kevin.
That story made me cry. It was turning me on at first, but by the end I was just shaking. What was the point? Is it just to show that all an intelligent woman deserves is to have her flesh stripped from her bones and to be tortured till nothing is left of her? I’m having a little trouble with this one. A happier ending would have been for the “hero” to kill her swiftly so the villain couldn’t extract his hideous revenge through what’s left of her life.
It’s been a long time since I read that story. I thought it was a good one – a tiny bit of originality in a vast world of conformity. I don’t think more than 3 stories have been written in the BDSM genre. Then they’ve all been re-written thousands of times. This story at least had a unique ending – though terribly unlikely – who would spend lots of money for an asset only to immediately destroy that asset. But still – original.
I count myself lucky if I can find a BDSM story with a few plausible paragraphs of erotic description and dialog. The defining characteristic of free internet fiction is that something about it tends to be bad. The blessed exceptions are truly rare.
In this case, I thought it was a great story that crapped out somewhere during the auction scene — instead of resolving his plot, the author said “aw screw it, I need to wrap this up”, wrote a few cheap emotive paragraphs to make the reader feel bad, and walked away from his story and his characters.
Needless to say, me linking to a story is not the same as me endorsing a story. I quote from bits I like, but the secret is, there may not be any other bits I like. Often there are, but the purpose of the link is to give credit, not endorsement.
I understand completely. I was just wishing I had stuck with the bits you liked on that one and not read the whole thing. Anyway, when I read things like this I tend to carry the story on in my head and give it an ending that suits me better. Just one of my quirks, I suppose.
Completely agree. And I think you’re spot on. I very often get the feeling that the author had a hot scene in his or her head, did a quick setup, wrote the scene, which, because it was so erotic to the author, is very erotic, then the author searches for a way to end the story.
I read this story a long time ago as well. I thought it was *really* hot. I particularly remembered the part where she pleaded to be whipped, and anything else, just to be saved from the crazy guy. As far as the comments about the unhappy ending, in some ways it reminds me of stories like The Little Match Girl and Black Beauty. Stories which underline the nature of human cruelty, which frankly I enjoy – as long as it’s fiction. In real life, there’s too much cruelty and suffering already.
I would have enjoyed a continuation of the story describing in detail the sadistic treatment of Stephanie by Mr Johnson.
i want a video depicting this story
Good to see my fellow BDSMers still getting a kick out of that little tale I whipped up more than 20 years ago. In particular, I really appreciate the candid comments on it. Over the years I have seen the story popping up here and there a few times, but feedbacks have always been few and far between. That, of course, makes what I happened to come cross here a little pack of gems.
And, Sanjeeb, wouldn’t I just love to see poor little Stephanie come alive on the TV screen, too! :-)
Maha Shiva (formerly Sir Kevin X, back in the good old 1990s)
I love this story but hate the ending. I have always wanted to write an alternate ending where Mr Johnson gets outbid.