Ch 3 : Training Hall

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The following night, a fat guy wearing an attire that looks expensive and a blue turban, named Bragin Gazmuth found them while scavenging remains in her hometown, and held them captive.

"Well, well," a voice said, rough and amused, poking them with a boot. "What do we have here? Three little northern mice, still breathing. These are quite expensive goods."

Heldia woke first, scrambling in front of her sisters.

"Do not touch them," she said, voice hoarse from smoke and sleep.

Bragin Gazmuth was a large man with a scar that split his lip, a famous underground slave trader from The Cage Guild. He smiled, and it was not a smile.

"Touch? Little girl, I am going to own you," he said. "You are lucky. Demons eat the ugly ones. The pretty ones get to live. Now be quiet, or I will leave you for the trolls still sniffing around."

"You cannot," Irina said, trying to be brave, her little fists up. "My father is a duke. He will come."

Bragin laughed. "Your father already turned into ash now, little duchess. Ash does not come to the world of living. Now into the cart."

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He traverses directly to the Free City of Harblam, near Imperial Capital.

He sold them as slaves to one of the Houses near the Imperial Capital. It was Galum Viscounty, a Notorious and Fearsome House with countless underground criminal activity in drugs, black market, and slave trading, led by Viscount Jerren di Galum, a brown haired man with buffed body in his mid thirties, and also a Rune Knight with fire affinity.

Jerren di Galum looked them over in the courtyard the day they arrived.

"Three," he said to Bragin. "You said three northern. These two are too small to work."

"They will grow," Bragin said. "And this one," he pointed at Heldia, now nine and already showing growth results, "this one will be worth ten slaves when she is fully grown. Look at those eyes. Men pay for eyes like that."

Jerren crouched to Heldia's height. His forearms bore dim runes.

"What is your name, girl?" he asked.

Heldia stared at him and said nothing. Erina clutched her skirt.

Jerren smiled. "No name, then. You are number seventeen now. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. Take them to the scullery. And wash that ash off them. You are devaluing my merchandise."

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She and her six year old twin sisters got mistreated badly, especially by the sons of Viscount Jerren, Rooga and Alen.

They ask them to do chores meant for the older servants, giving them less meals. messed with their tasks.

sometimes, Rooga tried to harass her sisters but she protected them, and get beaten instead.

But she did not harbor an ounce of despair. she did not want things to end it just like this.

She had a Plan, an extreme one at that.

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So, in order to execute her plan she secretly accumulated the necessity. Strength.

In the day she trained her body in every day's chores.

"You are slow, seventeen," Narna, the head maid said.

"I am sorry, ma'am," Heldia would say, and she would carry two buckets instead of one, letting her arms shake, letting the muscular burn build. She would run the long way around the estate on errands.

At night, while studying herbal books, she circulated her mana.

In the small room, after lights out, Erina would whisper, "Sister, what are you doing? You are shaking."

"I am breathing," Heldia would whisper back. "Go back to sleep."

"It looks like you are hurting," Irina would say, sitting up, frowning in the dark. At sixteen she was already sharp tongued. "You do that every night. Why?"

"Because if I stop, I will never start again," Heldia said. "Because I need to be strong enough to get us out."

"You think we can leave?" Irina asked, and her voice, usually bold, went small. "They have guards. They have knights. Jerren is a Rune Knight. He can burn us with just a single glance if he wanted to."

"I know what he is," Heldia said. "I have been watching."

She had. Ten years had passed. Now it was year 3115 of Apixus Calendar, and from information she accumulated around her all this time, her older brother Agamund von Agilrach was reported missing since the incidents and his whereabouts could not be found. The thing she could recall was that he was a fourteen year old, short red hair neatly combed to the left, he was bright guy. Now if he still alive, he would already be twenty four years old.

One night she told her sisters.

"Agamund might be alive," she said, low, while they huddled.

Erina gasped. "Brother?"

Irina grabbed her hand. "Where? Where did you hear that?"

"In the kitchen," Heldia said.

"The Viscounty's Guard Captain was reading a letter in the training Hall, while I'm doing cleaning chores."

" He said the Agilrach heir was never found among the dead. They listed him as missing. Missing, not deceased."

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"The girl.. *mumbles* *mumbles*.. Agilrach" said a tall and buffed bald man wearing full body armor, he is the Guard Captain, while holding a letter, alone.

"Pardon me, sir Dibal.. did you just mention, Agilrach?" i asked while sweeping the floor

"Huh? Why do you care?" he replied

"I'm just curious, I'm sorry if i offend you.." i continued sweeping

he asked again "Hmm.. you really curious about it?"

*step*

*step*

His callused hand touched her chin, "Fine, you're not half bad, I'll tell you"

"Really sir? i am grateful.." i said

"But, i need to do something first.." he said while glancing at my chest

"what do you mean, sir?" i asked him with anticipation

He hold my hand, forcing me to follow him the back of the weapon vault behind the training hall. "I want to.. how do i say, ah!! right"

"Taste you.."

"But, sir--"

"You don't have a choice, now. i am at my peak now.. those whores couldn't satisfy me, maybe.. you are different" he said while pushing me to the floor.

*whack*

i laid down the floor, his hand pulls down my undies, but keeping my skirt intact.

He ducked and heveling his head at the front of my Treasure Trove, then kissing it, and also played his tongue in spiral motions.

i couldn't hold my voice. "Nnggghhh--"

Realistically, i hate to admit that i am treated this way, moreover, by a guy like him. but what can i do, i am powerless at the moment, but soon-

*Clank*

*Clank*

he unequipped his lower parts of armor, then he pulls off his pants. showing fully erected his Giant Sword. it was just as lengthy as my finger could stretch, but thicker.

Then he raised my thighs with his callused hands, and put them on his shoulders as my skirt rolled downwards, exposing my Treasure Trove further.

He drooled himself a little, then put his hands on my chest

*squeezes*

He roughly squeezed my clothes as well as the fluffy solid substance underneath.

He grabbed his Giant Sword, as if readying to plunge his enemy on a battlefield.

*Thump*

"Ack.. Mmmnnngggghhhh--" i tried to hold my voice as he puts his Giant Sword towards the dry Entrance of My Treasure Trove like it's going through its usual scabbard.

it grazed the ceilings, then went deeper inside. his hips moving in a circle, followed by the trajectory inside.

*Whack*

"Keuk... "

He clapped his right hand towards my hips a few times until it turns red.

and keep plunging his Giant Sword.

"Mmmmmmhhhh..."

It was rough and relentless. his waist keeps changing the motion and trajectory. Making the traverse unpredictable.

*splurt*

he came. i can feel the warm fluid poured inside me.

"HAAA.. THIS FEELING.. "

"YOU TASTE... GOOD" he said with satisfied face, i despise it.

some minutes passed.

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"Mnngghh.. sir, huff.. huff.. i can't.. huff.. take it anymore.." i beg him

He stopped briefly and said "This not even half of it.. such weak body.. TAAAHH!!" he suddenly increases the pace.

*splurt*

"NNGGGHHH-" i moaned in surprise

another minutes passed. then hours.

He already changed way too many Sword Style, from Standing, crouching, mid-air, backpole, interlock, wall push, and many more. each of those changed after he reached his Heavenly State, as hr rolled his eyes upward briefly.

he already reached heavenly state at least 14 times already, the splurting sound his Giant Sword makes, slowly changed to splashs. "this crazy bald guy, did he not get tired?" i thought. i was near half of my limit. That's breaking the record so far. don't think any weird thoughts.

my consciousness slowly fades away. not that because i cant handle it but, i have been forced to "spar" by more than 3 different weapons the last 3 days. From Rooga's Bastard Sword, Alen's Curved Sword, their Uncle, Mezus' Thin Rapier, and even my best friend's, Rohan's Gigantic Claymore, but i dont count it as forced spar, i initiated it.

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A moment before Dibal's stamina ran out.

"Please.. Ahhhh--" i put my usual facade as a weak girl.

"mercy.. sir.. Ngghhh-" i beg again

he continued his plunging, faster.

"YES, THIS IS IT... HHAAAAPP--!!"

He stopped.

White mucus poured out as he unsheathe his Giant Sword from my Treasure Trove.

Drippes all the way down to the floor.

he smiled.

then i wiped the mess and wore my undies.

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"Ahem.. this was a letter from my wife in the neighbouring city" he said as if nothing happened.

then i asked a few things i need to know about. he answered it. after i got all the information i need, i continued my pending chores.

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but the part that she had told to her was, just the information about their older brother part. Not what happened entirely.

"Missing is not alive either," Irina said bitterly, but her eyes were wet.

"It is a chance," Heldia said. "If he is alive, he is twenty four now. He might be looking for us. Or we can look for him. But not from here."

She was treated badly ever since, moreover when she turned nineteen, the sons of Jerren, it worsened. They began to assault her, almost daily.

She never described it. She refused to give it language. When Alen or Rooga came to the scullery at night, she would look at the wall and count the stones and think of white rocks in a cave.

Again, the only thing she ever said to her sisters about it was only this.

to be continued..

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