Sister Slaves

Chapter 1: Auction in the Market

A sunny day like no other graced the grey filly as she walked around her family’s small farm. Her family’s farm wasn't very big, only enough produce was grown to feed her family and her family alone, no, her family weren't farmers, instead they were a mining family. Her father worked the coal and iron mines in the Victor Dagger mountain range a few miles up north. Her mother was a stay at home mom taking care of her and her sister.

Small hooves pittered and pattered along the warm soil beneath. The filly’s straight mane bounced along with her movements. Her purple eyes looked around for a particular family member. Searching high and low she scanned the grounds of her family’s farm. With no sign of said family member; she moved her task to the interior of the house.

Stepping through the front doors of the small wooden home, she was grace by a dimly lit room. The curtains covered the windows letting very little light through, giving the home a haunted vibe.

The filly was frightened by this, inching her way further into the home she slowly gazed around, looking for her sister.

“Hello.” The grey filly softly spoke but no reply.

“Hello!” The filly looked around, her fears escalating. “Mom! Dad!... Sis?”

A loud bang erupted thought the house, shaking its foundations, sending the filly to the ground. Landing with a thud, the filly shot her head up with great speed and looked towards the sound of the explosion. In front of her, her home’s front door was ripped off its hinges. Burn marks scared the walls of her home. The filly then noticed a figure standing in the doorway. It was a large unicorn towering over her; a sinister look coated his pure white eyes. The filly looked up in shock not able to move. With great speed, the figure swooped down upon the filly and all went black.

Dripping sounds echoed relentlessly throughout the shell of a rusted out metal cage, the echoes dancing merrily to the ears of a grey teenage filly. Ears twitching from the ever numbing pitter-patterin' of water, torturing the filly’s slumber, the filly arose from her less than adequate sleep to grace the start of a new day. Lifting up her head slowly, sleep leaving her body, the teenaged filly lazily gazed around at her surroundings. Her dry purple eyes looked at the bars that surrounded her, she quickly regretted waking up and only hoped of falling back to sleep

She sat in the middle of a row of ten large, eight by five metal cages each filled with a pony or two. She was in a P.O.W camp.

Again she had woken up in the same cage for the past two weeks. Her body sore from the beatings she got. Feeling something soft move down at her hooves, the teenage filly moved her gaze down at a smaller pink filly, resting her head on her hooves. The teenage filly moved some of the pink filly’s magenta mane away from her eyes. Taking a deep sigh, she leaned up against the metal bars of her cage keeping a protective gaze on the filly in front of her.

“How was your sleep child?” A deep voice asked.

Lifting her head up slightly, the teenage filly’s eyes fell on an older brown earth pony stallion in a cage next to hers. He looked worse for wear, receiving more beating than her, no thanks to his defiant nature against his captors.

“Good San-Del.” The grey filly mumbled looking down at the pink filly.

San-Del shook his head. “A good sleep, your face tells me differently Octavia.”

Octavia’s face went into a frown.

“I dreamt of being back home with my mother and father…” A soft choked out sigh escaping Octavia’s lips. “I dreamed I was roaming around my house playing a game with my sister.” She softly spoke, a tear running down her face.

San-Del nodded his head as he glanced out at the vast courtyard where several unicorn soldiers walked about, moving supplies and prisoners to different locations within the camp. The P.O.W camp was massive complex about twenty by twenty acres across. From the place he sat he could see three large sniper towers, three of many where archers stayed at their post. Over his head sat poorly made roofs that hung over their heads, barely keeping the elements out of their open-air cages. He gave out a long sigh as a cool wind blew by; shuffling in place he looked back at Octavia.

“We all have dreamt of the times before the war.” San-Del softly smiled at Octavia. “At least you have your sister.” He pointed to the pink filly sleeping next to her.

Octavia glanced down at her sister; a soft smile adorning her lips.

“I guess you’re right.”

San-Del nodded his head, laying his head back down; he let out a low sigh.

“Food will come soon; you might want to wake your sister.”

Octavia nodded, moving her head down to her sister’s level, she shook her sister gently.

“Pinkie, it’s time to wake up...”

Octavia and Pinkie sat by each other, silently eating their morning meal. In front of them was a type of mash consisting of random ingredients unknown to the sisters in a wooden bowl. Octavia gagged at the meal she forced herself to eat every day. Two long weeks of this food was driving her mad. Letting out a disgusted sigh she looked down at her sister who was playing with her meal, a sad solemn expression adorned her facial features.

“Eat sis, you need to keep up your strength,” Octavia mumbled, scooping up a small hoof full of mush to her sister’s lips.

Pinkie scrunched up her nose at the food moving her torn clothing to her face.

“I don’t want to sis.” Pinkie whined, moving her head away from the ungrateful meal.

“You need to eat! I don’t want you to get whipped again!” Octavia hissed.

Pinkie stared at the black colored mush in her sister’s hoof. Scrunching up her nose, Pinkie slowly licked some of the goop into her mouth. A cold chill slowly ran down her spine tickling her body. Octavia, nodding her approval of her sister’s action scooped up another portion for her sister and herself.

“One more bite sis…!”

The sun was hot, no not hot, scorching. Sweat coating her body, Octavia emotionally stared down upon the many different arrays of rocks that lay before her. She was born and raised in a mining town near the Victor Dagger mountain range of the Earthen Empire. It was there her and her family were captured along with the rest of the town. When they had arrived at the camp they were assigned to sort through the valuable rocks and items from their town’s mines and homes. ‘The spoils of war’ Octavia had heard several prisoners mumble before. She still heard some prisoner cry out as they watched their possessions get torn down for scrap.

The sorting was separated by age. The adults got the heavier workload where good sized rocks and items were loaded to the east side of the camp. The children, on the other hand, got the smaller items and rocks. Easier on their hooves and probably was done to make them feel like they were treated better than the others. It was a sick joke too Octavia. The children along with working away from the adults were also split up from their parents. Octavia and Pinkie never saw their parents and they would probably never see them again.

Pinkie sat by Octavia, her hooves moving slowly across the rocks that lay before her. Her eight-year-old mind went over the rocks with dull amusement. Each time she picked up a rock, a small reminder of her father and mother came into play. The warm delicious pies, her mother would make and her father’s deep smoky voice. A tear formed in her eyes as she placed the rock she held, one of light tan in color, resembling her father’s coat, back into the pile.

!Crack!

Pinkie recoiled in shock as the subsonic sounds of a whip sounded next to her face. Afraid she fiercely held onto Octavia. Octavia feeling her sister’s pleading embrace glanced up to see a guard looming over them, giving Pinkie a hard glare. The guard wore bronze armor that covered his leather and chain mail clothing. On his back sat a wooden repeating crossbow and magic daggers on his for arms. A whip gently floated in his magical grasp next to him.

Octavia gave a stern glare at the stallion. The stallion seeing Octavia’s expression glared even harder.

“Why-ya standing up for this little runt, slave? Get back to work!” He growled stepping closer to Octavia’s face.

With her personal space compromised she gave a glare at the stallion.

“She’s my sister!”

The guard looked down at Octavia with a smirk.

“Your sister yey, well wouldn’t it be a shame if something happens to her because of you...” The guard replied grabbing Pinkie by the back of her torn dress’s collar.

Octavia tensed at those words. The guard seeing her body tense gave a laugh. Pinkie closed her eyes and mumbled a soft “no”.

“Looks like you should listen to your sister… mmm?” The guard smirked, commenting on Pinkie’s statement.

Octavia looked back and forth between her sister and the guard. Every fiber wanted to lash out at him, but her mind out of fear told her no.

“Storm Luck!”

The guard gave a sigh as he brought his head up.

“Yes, captain!?”

“What are you doing with those prisoners?”

Storm Luck looked around before answering.

“This one was dilly-dallying around, telling her to get back to work.”

The captain nodded.

“Well tell that little one and the grey one next to her to get up, they're selected to go into the city today.”

Storm Luck raised a brow.

“Really?”

The captain replied with a nod and walked away down the dirt pathway.

Storm Luck gave a whistle.

“Wow looks like you’re going to the big city, which looks like we’ll be saying goodbye.” He joked. “Well, you heard the captain, GET UP!”

Octavia gave Strom Luck a harsh glare as she got up from her spot. Grabbing her sister she began to walk towards the dirt pathway. Stepping onto the pathway, Storm Luck nudges her to make a left. Walking down the pathway, Octavia and Pinkie both saw several carriages being loaded up with a few earth and pegasi prisoners. Octavia wondered why they were being sent into the city when the thought was interrupted by a rough feeling on Octavia’s body causing her to stop in her tracks. Loud sounds of cloth ripping filled her ears. A soft breeze lick at her bare body as her last possession fell to the soft dirt road. She was bare, naked in front of everyone. Her shame escalated along with her anger, but her shock grew even more when Storm Luck ripped Pinkie’s article of clothing off as well. Tears stained Pinkie’s face as embarrassment flooded her mind. Octavia held on tight to her sister, dragging Pinkie close to her body; her tail instinctively covering her backside.

Storm Luck gave Octavia a sly seductive look.

“Boy, your hot, mmm I would totally do you if it weren't for the fact that you’re an earth pony. Maybe someone in the city might though? But their gonna have to pay top bits for sure.”

With a shove from Storm Light, the sisters fell into the rough embrace of several guards who dragged them to the carriages.

“Where are we going… sis?” Pinkie asked her older sister, fear coating her words.

“I don’t know Pinkie, I don’t know…”

It was loud, that’s all it was, loud. The sounds of a busy market permeated throughout the large roundabout street echoing off of building, stalls, ponies and anything and everything until the sound graced the sister’s ears. Octavia folded her ears back to stop the noise from causing a headache.

Octavia stood standing on a wooden platform that was erected next to a grand marble and stone fountain. Her line of sight able to gaze over a large open section of the roundabout were the busiest part of the market sat. Octavia gave a sigh as she moved the chains that bound her to a wooden stage. Metal scraping against metal, the heavy feeling settling in her mind that she and her sister and were being sold as a slave.

To rid herself of the dreadful feeling, Octavia took it upon herself to pony watch. Gazing at the buildings that surrounded the streets, she was impressed by their size. The buildings towered over the marketplace casting a shadow over the streets. She stared in awe at the sight; she just never had seen building that tall before. ‘Could things really be built that tall?’ She wondered. She took the time to mull over their ornate carvings, their timeless artworks standing out as flamboyant in the dull light of the sun. The buildings spoke class but as she noticed the business within spoke mostly of common folk. Small food markets of fruits, fish and vegetables, dark dingy pubs and the arrays of shady services lined the market. Tall brick smoke stacks from factories down the way spewed smoke from their bowels that mixed with the clouds above, creating a smoggy overcast.

Too Octavia the buildings stood out like sore thumbs compared with the shops and market itself. The market was dull too Octavia, the overcast day brought a depressing mood to the whole thing. ‘Who could find this part of town enjoyable?’ She thought. Of course, the answer to Octavia’s question was right in front of her. Many unicorn ponies walked about filling the streets. Different shapes and sizes of unicorn ponies walked about buying goods and or eating out at different restaurants. Small unicorn fillies and colts ran around the market causing a ruckus, teenage colts and fillies walked around, having fun hanging out with one another and the poor stood by the pubs, holding out their hooves for help. Octavia gave a scowl at the fillies and colts running around; it was something she and her sister could never have again.

Feeling a soft form rub up against her leg, Octavia looked down to see her sister shaking from fear.

“What's the matter sis?” Octavia asked her distraught sister.

“I’m naked sis; I’m s-scared…” Pinkie cried her tearful gaze staring at the crowd in front of them.

Sighing, Octavia felt sorry for her sister, to be exposed like this at such a young age. It was something she wished her sister never had to go through. Being naked in public was one thing but to have your only possession being torn from your body was something else. Octavia had tried to fight off the guards from taking their possessions and hauling them into the carriages, but she received a hit to the head from the butt of a spear for doing so. Octavia didn’t understand why they needed to be without clothing during the auction they were forced to be a part of. She heard that some customers wanted to see a slave’s build, but a thought interned her mind telling her it was for something much darker. Looking out into the sea of ponies, she saw some stallions eyeing her in ways that made her feel violated. Looking back down at her sister she gave her a light nuzzle on her cheek.

“Just ignore the stares Pinkie.” She spoke to her sister.

“I-I can’t Oct-y, I miss mommy and daddy, I-I wants to go home.” Pinkie moaned, tears falling down her face.

Smiling at the nickname her little sis had given her, she gave her a little kiss on her forehead.

“I’m right beside you sis.” Octavia whispered.

Looking up at her older sister, Pinkie gave a weak smile. Both sisters stayed close to one another in order to keep some sense of security. An Hour past and some unicorn stallions and mares came up to the stand the sister’s stood at to gaze upon them and the four other prisoners with them as well. Since then, two younger stallions and an older mare were purchased, which only left Octavia, Pinkie and a younger colt.

Octavia glanced at the young colt with a solemn expression. He was alone with no one to hold on to for comfort. Which made Octavia hold on to Pinkie even more.

Hearing hoof steps coming up to them, both sisters looked to their left to see a grey unicorn stallion walking up the wooden steps that led to the top of the platform. The grey stallion was tall in build, his neck was thin and so was his face. His stature showed his was a business owner; the way he walked was deliberate. His dark brown mane was cut short and combed to one side. He wore a dark blue raincoat over his blue shirt; while adorning a black saddle bag that was draped over his back. Nearing the sisters the grey stallion gave them a calm look as he eyed their features. His eyes moving up and down their bodies, liking what he saw he gave them a smirk.

“Turn around slave.” He said in a low gruff.

Doing as told, Octavia hesitantly turned around showing her backside to him.

“You too pink one!” The grey stallion called out.

Looking at her sister, Octavia gave her a nod, reassuring her it was going to be alright. Shaking nervously, Pinkie turned her body, tucking her tail in-between her legs. Cocking his head from side to side, the stallion gave a satisfied sigh. Looking at a yellow stallion behind a booth he spoke up.

“How much for the grey one?” He asked, looking at the seller and owner of the sisters.

Looking at Octavia, for a second with a squinted eyes the yellow stallion let out a sigh. “She was a hard bargain from the soldiers who caught her, I say 150 Unicorpian Bits.” He replied.

“Mmm… 150 Bits, that’s a lot for a filly especially when she kind of beaten up. How old is this slave?”

Scoffing at not being recognized as a filly and just some average product, Octavia rolled her eyes as she turned around to face the stallion that was interested in buying her.

“15 years of age and I got her with those scars, it’s the best price I can do sir.” The yellow stallion replied, looking at the other stallion, giving him a seller’s smile.

“Hmmm, I see, and the pink one?” The grey stallion asked again.

The yellow stallion looked at Pinkie a sec before letting out a hum.

“Well she is eight years of age and in good condition I say 200 Bits.”

The grey stallion gave a hum of his own.

“So slaves, are you hard workers?” The grey stallion asked the sisters.

Looking at him in the eye, Bothe sisters nodded their heads reluctantly. Pinkie wrapped her little hooves around her sister’s front leg. Octavia glancing down at her sister, she gave her a smile trying to comfort her worries.

The stallion gave a smirk at the slaves.

“So is the pink one your sibling?” He asked.

Octavia hesitantly looked up and nodded to the stallion.

“Speak up.” The stallion spoke up. “Don’t nod, when you can speak… or can you not?”

Octavia shook her head.

“No… I-I can speak.”

The stallion gave a smile at Octavia.

“So you would like to stay with your sister?” The stallion asked stepping closer.

Octavia backed up a little but still kept her gazed fixed on the older stallion.

“Y-Yes.”

The stallion glanced at Pinkie who was hiding behind her sister.

“Why should I buy the both of you? One slave can do the work I expect them to do? What can your sister add to the table?” The stallion replied gazing back into Octavia’s purple eyes.

“She and I-I are workers and w-with the t-t-two of us we can g-g-get more d- done.” Octavia choked.

The grey stallion gave a huff.

“Need more.”

Octavia looked to her sister and gave a frown.

“If you don’t buy both of us then I won’t work!” She hissed.

The stallion stepped back from Octavia a small distance and gave a little chuckle.

“Wow got some sass don't you, I like that. You agree with me little one?” The stallion asked looking down at Pinkie.

Pinkie looked at her sister and the stallion and gave a shy nod. The stallion gave a nod back to Pinkie, which caused her to blush. Looking back at Octavia, the stallion gave her a sly smirk.

“I like you; you seem you do a good job, a slave who will do her job as long a baby sister is with her.” Looking at the yellow stallion he asked. “So how much for the both of them?”

Looking at his books, the yellow stallion replied.

“300 bits, sir.”

“Well, how about you drop it to 200 bits and I’ll throw in a large order of bread for you and your family.” The grey stallion remarked holding a bag of bits in his front left hoof.

Eyeing the bag of bits, the yellow stallion thought about the deal, bread was too expensive now these days as all the surplus of products went to the war effort. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the grey stallion.

“You have yourself a deal.” The yellow stallion replied, shaking the grey stallion’s hoof and taking the bag of bits from his other.

As the stallions were finalizing their deal, Octavia and Pinkie were taken from the stage by some guards and lead down to a carriage that awaited them. The carriage was a large twelve foot tall and ten by eight, coffin on wheels; with small window ports that were just large enough for a hoof to fit through.

Opening the back door of the carriage, one of the soldiers pushed the sisters through the opening. Lifting the door back into its original position, the soldiers locked the door and stood by, waiting for the grey stallion to arrive.

Holding her sister in a tight embrace, Octavia looked through a larger window port with a metal grate bolted into the frame in front of her. Looking out of the window through the small holes in the sheet of metal, she saw two large earth ponies latched to the carriage, as a unicorn stallion sat in the driver seat holding a whip, waiting for his passenger. Feeling a tight sensation around her waist, Octavia looked down to see her sister gripping her out of fear. Sitting down next to her sister, she began to stroke the top of her head in a circle. A technique she used to calm her sister when they lived on their family’s farm before the war.

“I-I’m s-s-scared sis.” Pinkie moaned into her stomach.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” Octavia cooed to her sister.

Feeling the carriage rock back and forth, Octavia looked up through the large window to her left to see the grey stallion looking at her and her sister.

“Well, slave, ready for your new home?”