Kaza stretched out her limbs when she woke up, the sweet amnesia of first light kept a smile on her face and wordless murmurs on her lips. It was feeling Edward’s body when she moved that had her eyes fly open and her memory return in a flash. ‘Master!’ She thought and covered her mouth with one hand to keep any words from leaping off her tongue and out into the world where they might give her away. Her eyes welled up as she recalled the torture Derrick had subjected Melina too. ‘I am no longer Melina. Derrick only took me to her funeral and showed me that she was truly dead. I am ‘Kaza’ now. And Kaza is a slave who is in her master’s bed without permission.’

She slipped off the edge and placed her feet flat on the floor, then tiptoed out to ensure he never so much as stirred at her motion. When she looked down the hall she saw something she hadn’t seen before. Master Derrick’s door was open. ‘There was noise, he screamed…I hate him for what he did to Melina, but he is still one of my Masters. I have a duty to check on him.’

Duty weighed heavier on her heart than hatred, and so she approached the door to look in and saw…

The stain on the carpet that she could not get up, the one Derrick had never noticed, was gone. In fact much of the carpet was even cleaner than she’d left it. The bed was stripped of everything, all his things that were out were just gone. It was as if no one had ever been there.

She stared into the empty space, naked, her inner thighs bore the signs of ample use from the previous night, but the room was almost like one set up for tours so that prospective students could see their living conditions.

Thomas stepped out of his room, his arms stretched over head while he let out a long, lionlike yawn. “Good morning, slave girl.” He said with a cheery expression on her face that disgusted those who had not yet had their coffee.

“Master, good morning.” Kaza said and prostrated herself at his feet. She kissed his bare foot between his ankles and toes at the peak of the ridge, and nearly asked about what happened to Derrick, but something told her that even if he knew, there was no way he would tell her.

‘It’s none of Kaza’s business. Kaza does not inquire about the work of men, she only serves and obeys.’ She reminded herself and instead asked, “Would it please master to start the day with tea or coffee?”

“Yes, cunt. Also, I’m on the list to use you tonight, but I’m afraid I’ll be out with some urgent business that my father wants me to handle personally.” His casual air and dismissive wave would have chilled the blood of Melina when she first met him. After all, she was well aware that Thomas’s house was deeply involved in the trading and training of slaves. But the reborn Kaza did not bat an eye.

“Master, if it pleases you, Kaza will serve six men tomorrow instead of five, and start with you.” She looked down between his legs and licked her lips. “Kaza loves…serving her masters.”

“Good girl.” He replied, and before he’d taken two steps more she’d rushed into the kitchen to begin her day.

So began the next two years of Kaza’s life…

In the morning, the fuckpets were tended to, followed by preparing breakfast for thirty-one men, eating at their feet out of her bowl, and then her maintenance of the house. It proved easy work, once she had a routine, in part because men in the Empire counted it a point of pride to care for their own spaces to a significant degree. ‘Only trash is willing to live in trash until someone else takes care of it’ was a rule of growing up.

Those who didn’t have class, Kaza would tutor in what subjects she could, or practice subjects like rhetoric, storytelling, Socratic logic, Stoic philosophy, and Empire law. Provided with fresh textbooks by her masters, she expanded her ability to serve across a multitude of subjects, and did not mention her old name again.

Derrick did not return to the house the next night, the next week, or month, or…at all. Nor did any male in the house ever mention his name.

It left a gaping hole in Kaza’s mind, and more than once as she lay snuggled in the arms of whatever man was on her rape schedule, she wondered, ‘Did I just ‘dream’ all that? Was Melina real? Was Derrick real?’

The rhythm of her life as their sexual menial and housegirl had become a kind of…bliss. As if she were able to just ‘be’ and experience the pleasures of a simple, routine life, enjoying the occasional treats such as a day at the racetrack, or even accompanying one of her masters on an outing as a personal attendant…which always meant having one or more of her holes stuffed with cock.

But nothing in any world can last forever, and the two years began to come to an end.

It was on their final weekend together when Kaza was preparing breakfast, and she began openly weeping. “Masters,” she blubbered, drawing their eyes to her, “I’m going to miss you all so much… I wish I could go to your ceremony… but I am due to be picked up tomorrow morning. In case I don’t see you again… please, take care of yourselves. And thank you for…everything.”

Their words to her, were passive, most were gentle, as if they were saying farewell to the family dog.

But it was Edward who deviated from the norm.

“You will be sold, just as you said, slave. But before you are collected, I was told last night there’s been a delay in shipping a replacement cunt for the house and the next occupants. There’ll be four new fuckpets, and these will be cycled out for adoption. You’ll have to take delivery, and as soon as the cunt arrives, the one to drop her off will pick you up. It’s a little change, but not much. Wish me luck on bidding on you.” Edward said with a wink.

“No, wish me luck, jackass.” James said with smugly.

“You can have all the luck you want, but I will win.” Leon said and crossed his arms in defiance.

And Kaza wept openly, happily, watching them argue over which would be the one to own her for themselves. It could be any, it could be none. It was none of her affair, after all, it was an auction, and she, the merchandise. “I-I wish you all luck, masters.” She flubbed out the words and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

She meant it, though in her heart of hearts she had a few preferences, the ship of her life was no longer hers to captain, and in its own way, that was a relief.

Her sale took place on a public block, where she stood naked on a high platform before an audience of thousands, her cunt on display, and wet for the crowd to see glistening in the light, her arms out proudly, she jumped, danced, and pranced to show her fitness, she smiled and recited her service record, including that a rare all thirty-one of her house residents endorsed her at the highest price point. Though when she heard that, she again wondered, ‘Were there ‘always’ thirty-one?’

It seemed so, and she put it out of her mind, watching the screen as the sum went up higher and higher until, despite not being a virgin, she saw her sale price was a record for a mere housegirl at three-hundred-ninety-seven thousand dollars.

“The elites really had a bidding war over that one…” She heard someone mutter. Other housegirls before and after her sold in the high five figure and low six figure range, but the next highest one was still a third her price.

‘One of my masters houses…I wonder who…?’ She mused, and she was still trying to figure that out when she was at the house for, what she knew, would be the very last time. The four fuckpets were already gone, and so were all thirty-one of the men she’d spent two years attending to.

And out of sheer nostalgia, she began walking the rooms, one by one, recalling the favorite sexual position of this master, the flavor of the semen of that master, the funny little kink of another, the way another laughed, the way another snored…

And she again stopped at the empty room. All the others matched it now, but even so, Derrick’s room still stood as a haunting testament to a dead girl’s nightmare. ‘I’m Kaza. Not Melina. Whatever happened in here, it’s none of my business anyway.’

She walked past it until she stopped at Edward’s room. Her happiest moments had really been ‘there’, even if they weren’t her proudest ones.

Still, they were happy enough that she lingered to remember, touching the mattress that still smelled faintly of Edward. Or perhaps it didn’t, perhaps it was just wishful thinking. All life had been scrubbed from the room except for a single book on the desk. She approached it and looked out into the hall. ‘No. That would be silly.’ She pondered, and at just that moment, Edward surprised her by walking in.

“Master!” She shouted with elation and prostrated herself at his feet.

“Hello, slave girl.” He said and walked past her to pick up the book on his desk. “I had a few things left to pick up.” He explained and began to walk past her before he stopped to say, “Oh, perhaps this doesn’t mean anything to Kaza. There used to be a slave here named Melina. Her brother has been accepted here, and will be attending in the next semester. I suppose things worked out for him.”

“That’s nice, master.” Kaza said with a sweet, and not prideless, smile on her face. “Good for him.”

Their further words were interrupted by a knock at the door, which Melina scurried out to go and answer.

“Got four fuckpets and a housegirl to deliver.” The delivery man groused, and with that, he opened a cage and allowed all five to crawl out of the oversized, but still cramped cage that sat on the wheeled cart.

Kaza bowed her head, “I can sign, master.” She said, “I’m still the housegirl for this house for the next few minutes.”

He shrugged, held out the pad, and she made sure that unloaded the cage so it could not be made off with.

A slender woman with supple breasts and coltish legs rose to her feet. Her dusky skin indicated a subcontinent heritage, and her long straight hair was silky and black. “Hi, I’m Pihu, I’m the new housegirl. I can take over from here.” She smiled at Kaza, and turned to curtsey to Edward, “Master, if you’re a student here, it is my duty to serve you.”

He shook his head. “No, not anymore. You’re here with just them today.” He said, and then with a wicked smile on his face he pointed to one puppy girl, “But you can do one thing for me. If you name your fuckpets, name that one, ‘Derica.’”

His rough laugh had a vicious edge that took both Pihu and Kaza by surprise, but Pihu immediately curtseyed. “Yes, master. Her name is now Derica.” She didn’t ask if there was a reason, and from his laugh, she did not want to know.

“Hey, buddy, can I take that other cunt or what, I don’t got all day here.” The deliveryman groused, but Edward shook his head.

“No, no need.” He said and drew out a bill of sale. “I own it, and you were delivering it to me. Since I’m here, I’ll just take her, and you get a long lunch.” Edward said, and the deliverman put his tablet away.

Kaza looked at him wide eyed and lowered her lips to his foot. “Master, I am yours.” She vowed.

“Yes… but not exactly.” Edward said. “See, we couldn’t really decide who should win, and we realized that we’d just end up driving your price up beyond reason. So, a couple of us pooled our resources and made a bet.”

“A bet, master?” Kaza asked and looked up at him with wondering eyes.

“Yes, between James, Leon, Thomas, and I. Whichever one of us successfully breeds you, gets to keep you for themselves and has to buy the others share of you out. Now come along, slave, it’s a long ride to my estate.”

“Yes, master. And would it be improper of me to say…good luck, master?” Kaza said as she got to her feet.

“Not at all. No matter which of us wins though, we all got a bargain.” He remarked as they shut the door behind them and left the school for the final time.

AN: -END-
I was going to take this story through her household training and whatnot… but this feels like a natural stopping point. I hope you enjoyed the ride and found the ending satisfactory.

(Written by https://www.reddit.com/u/UnCommon-Tale/s/iVeVRKPazs)