2006 CAPA Nominee -- BEST BDSM
Under the laws of the Nine-Star League, all men are slaves. But when Soleyla Devarian, a captain of the Elite League Guardians, falls in love with her new pleasure-slave, she begins to question the very League she is sworn to defend!
The first time she'd seen the market on Porto V, Soleyla Devarian had been sixteen. The purchase of one's first pleasure-slave was as much a rite of passage for the daughters of Senators as the sword trial itself. When Soleyla had triumphantly passed her trial, slaying the three captive V'ranyii her swordmistress had sent against her, Rachel Devarian had rewarded her daughter in the customary manner by ordering the portal readied for the journey to Porto.
From the biting cold of an Argulian winter, Soleyla remembered, she had stepped out of the portal onto soft white sand. The feathery fronds of unfamiliar trees had rustled in a light, warm breeze. Wide-eyed, she'd followed her mother from the debarkation point down the slope toward the market.
The colored awnings and silken tents had looked flimsy to her eyes, raised as she was on Argulus where the fierce winter winds necessitated massive stone buildings to withstand their blast. The market spread out before her, a riot of color under a gentle yellow sun. But it hadn't been the tents, or even the azure sea sparkling off in the distance, that caught Soleyla's eye.
It was the men.
They'd posed outside the seller's tents, living advertisements of their owners' wares. Soleyla stared hungrily, her gaze flicking over their firm bodies, feeling the strange, unfamiliar restlessness that had begun plaguing her over the past few months swell to a pulsing ache between her legs. She studied them, following the line of their taut, tapered waists to where their manhoods were displayed to her devouring gaze, nestled among curls of black or brown or copper hair...
...Soleyla could see the hunger in their eyes, the longing--to be plucked from the pleasure-market and taken into the household of a Senator! It would, she realized, be the height of ambition for such as these, men selected in childhood for their attractiveness and trained in the arts of pleasing a woman.
She wasn't entirely ignorant, of course, of the sensual uses to which a man could be put. She'd walked in on her mother and one or more of the six pleasure-slaves her rank entitled her to, any number of times. But she herself had had no more than the briefest of conversations with the ordinary slaves who tended the fields, the manor, the livestock--and none at all with the five her mother kept for pleasure.
It was a shock to realize they might have dreams.