Purchased Goods

Nightshade stood in a wooden platform, staring at the crowd of men and boys in front of her. Helplessly she listens to how the auctioneer describes her usefulness. "Gentlemen, this fine specimen of harpy flesh would be excellent to work an orchard or a field. This harpy is named Nightshade, she just turned twenty-two and Ready for sex! Look at these strong legs and arms, the firm abs and her fine set of breasts." Nightshade folded her arms trying to conceal her assets and the dress she was forced to wear exposed more cleaverage than she was ever wanting to show off. Looking at the crowd she saw six young women and an odd looking fellow looking at her. Nightshade saw a gryphon join the group. The auctioneer wouldn't shut up about body and she froze as she caught his last words. "I'll let you get a feel of the goods!" Nightshade felt the dress she wore being torn from her frame and she was hurled into the crowd. two men began to fondle and grope her frame; however, the majority of these men were true gentlemen.

"Unhand her you crass bastards!" a voice belonging to a man who bore the mark of a chancellor. The chancellor had drawn his saber. "One hundred thousand gold for the lady!" No one wanted to cross Neighsay or his blade. Once the money exchanged hands and the crowd dispersed, Nightshade sat on the cobblestone street, cold, naked, and hungry. The six women walked up and offered to help get Nightshade some clothing. The gryphon spoke harshly to her companions and the harpy and gryphon glared at each other trying to read each other. Neighsay pulled from a leather pouch on his hip a gold pendant with house emblem. "This pendant says that you belong to me, and no one will ever use you for their sexual pleasures again."

Nightshade bowed her head and thought of the times since she turned eighteen to the present of how many men sexually abused her, she had been fucked, forced to give oral jobs and she also thought about the times she was forced to have intercourse. Were those days really behind her?

"Miss Nightshade, your tasks will mostly consist of being a guardian and companion for my daughter Silverspoon. Occasionally you'll serve me, but my wife has taken it upon herself to do the servants' work and I don't know why."

"Yes master, I hear your commands and obey them." Nightshade said as he bowed to the ground and placed his foot on her head as a sign of submission. Neighsay noticed the harpy's wings were not properly formed, possibly broken healed then rebroken as a form of punishment.

" On your feet and follow me." Neighsay looked at Twilight Sparkle, "Your highness, I promise you that I'll protect this harpy." Nightshade followed Neighsay through Canterlot to his home. "Nightshade, go to the kitchen and tell the cook to feed you, and then try to locate my daughter and introduce yourself. Once that is complete I'd like you to tour the house and ask the other maids and servants to help guide you along.

Nightshade bowed and asked to be dismissed. The dress Neighsay had Rarity make for his daughter's companion complimented her darker hues nicely and Neighsay was a honorable man and faithful husband but he let his gaze linger a bit too long.

"She's attractive isn't she my husband?"

"Well, of course she is my lovely Pegasus." The wife was a modest woman with an air that demanded respect and she watched the harpy walk down the hallway. The wife, Silverlining nodded.

"I too find her attractive, and yet I sense that she's been through hell." Neighsay told what had transpired at the market that day and Silverlining felt sick. "I pity the lass, her pain and shame must be great. May I ask my dear that one day once she has proven herself that we give her the freedom she deserves?"

"Of course, and I feel like it kills her that she can't fly anymore. Her wings when I inspected them were horribly deformed due to the times they broke then healed.

Silverspoon

Nightshade stood in front of the teenaged girl known as Silverspoon. "Father sent you to me? Well then, have a seat and tell me about yourself?"

"Well ma'am, I don't remember my homeland and I've been sold and resold ever since I was five, and when I was eighteen until now men bought me to pleasure them. I can say that your father is a high caliber man."

"He does his best, every single maid and servant here have earned their freedom but they chose to stay here as employees. May I say that you're attractive woman."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm not that attractive, my deformed wings, my scars and you probably noticed that I have a small limp."

"You're perfect in my book! I'll send for tea and we can talk more, my friend Diamond Tiara has taken interest into harpies and wants to see the similarities between harpy and gryhon. While the pair sipped their soon delivered tea Silverspoon laid out the arrangements. "Since you're assigned to me, father is basically saying I own you even though it's his pendant you're wearing. In a couple of days my emblem will be given to you to wear. I will be givng to you a monthly allowance for your personal spending such as it is for our household. Nightshade you'll be sleeping here on that twin bed over there by the wall. As long as you're respectful and honest then I will also do the same. On a lighter note now, how do you see me? "

Nightshade cleared her throat and looked at the girl or rather young woman before her and said, "Permission to speak freely my lady?"

"Of course you can." Replied Silverspoon.

"You're young and seem kind enough, judging from how you look; I'd say you're in pretty good shape physically. I do hope you know I mean that you seem strong and healthy, I've seen girls who look like they hadn't moved any thing more than five pounds or so. "

"I'm pretty active, I swim and occasionally run and just basic activities. Please call me Silverspoon, no need to be so formal."

"Yes Silverspoon, While I was on my way here to your bed chamber I noticed that the staff truly seem happy here working."

"They are and many of them as far as I know came from hell itself or so the head maid disclosed to me. I'm sure when I'm eighteen she'll explain it more to me. I'm only sixteen right now. I forgot to tell you that you're required to have two days off to relax....We can't have you burn out and get too stressed."

"Silverspoon...I'm used to working twenty-four/seven and seven days a week."

"No exceptions, I will need to ensure you're that you get the rest needed and to keep your health and mental health in peak condition."

"Makes sense ma'am, may I request Thursday and Wednesday off? I'd like to make sure that I can be rested for your week-ends." The days were finalized and Nightshade asked about the uniform and she was told to dress in what was comfortable and yet professional.