Shampoo was one such slave.
It hadn't been what she'd initially thought would happen when her future Master had come into her village with his father that day. He'd merely been an outsider, travelling and learning the Art, and the only reason that they'd even gotten to the village was that the guide from those cursed springs had brought them there. Essentially, they were merely guests, and not much else, though there was a bit of interest in the cocky young man, as he was handsome and obviously skillful in fighting, which an Amazon could appreciate in a man.
Of course, she'd always held that familiar desire to have some strong man come along and sweep her off her feet, making her so utterly hers that she'd be totally submissive to him. That was considered a bit naughty in the village, what with the idea of letting a mere man control her, but she didn't mind. After all, ever since she'd discovered her interest in boys, she hadn't found a single one that really matched up. Either she'd have to settle for somebody from the village, which she knew would have her living the traditional life where she'd rule the home, or try one of the travellers who'd show up now and again, but tended to be arrogant fools.
There was Mousse, but that idiot had long proven that he was not the one for her. Not only did he try to proclaim his love to her, only to talk to bushes, posts, and livestock, but he was totally obsessed with her in a way that wasn't exactly healthy. His approaches actually disgusted her, especially when he became more and more possessive. When he decided that he'd have her anyway that he could, as a wife, slave, or mistress, she decided that being with him was a proposition that she never wanted to examine. Becoming the sexual plaything of one of the girls who was into that sort of thing was certainly more appealing, even if she wasn't really into girls that much.
So, she was stuck with few choices, if any, until a certain pigtailed boy arrived. He appealed to her enough for at least a little flirting, and she liked the idea of possibly having a small fling with him, even if it was simply a bit of heavy petting. No one would be put out if she did that much, other than the usual scoffing at the idea of being with some unworthy outsider.
But Mousse proved to be rather annoyed by any attentions that she put onto a male that wasn't her. Despite the rules governing a village guest, the fool went and attacked the boy, who hadn't even been really reacting to her advances as much as she might like. Intent on driving the one that he considered an 'interloper' away, he attacked, full of bravado and self righteous fury.
He left with a lot of bruises and aches, when that outsider proved that he wasn't simply a pretty face. Ranma had fought back with a skill that had surprised some Elders, considering that this boy was not only talented, but could really use it. The outsider showed that he could think on the fly, and when he won, the only ones that were down were Mousse, who had wrapped himself up in his own chains, and Shampoo, who'd been knocked down in the initial attack, and had been protected by the pigtailed boy.
His performance had interested the village leaders very much, as he'd proven to have the sort of ability that they wanted in their lines. However, keeping him there would not be easy, as he had shown that he got better simply by fighting. And when it had come out that his school of fighting had come down from that pervert thief who'd raided them decades earlier, it was a shock, especially since he wasn't corrupted by it, other than a bit of overweening pride.
But what had proven to be the biggest surprise was that this pair of outsiders were not foreign to the village, but to the world. At first, it was something that nobody could believe, but their story was too fantastic, and they believed it too much for it to be anything else. A world where slavery was something from the past, and was looked down upon was something that the Amazons could definitely appreciate, and they saw this boy as something special. Instead of one of those pompous and lecherous asses, this was someone who could be a Master that they could actually stomach. He could be taught to respect and honor his slaves, treating them as the precious commodities that they were. Certainly, this world would not be able to see them as 'owned people', but here was someone who could be an example to all those who be slave owners that one could have full use of their slaves without stripping them of their dignity and self respect.
All that meant that they needed a watcher, and Shampoo tried not to seem to be too eager when she 'reluctantly' volunteered for that role. To the other Amazons, she was making a sacrifice, so that any future Amazons, and, indeed, free individuals, who might be enslaved could have a beacon of hope that life as someone's property could be actually comfortable.
She just wanted to owned by this boy. He sparred with girls without trying to use the laws to get them to bend to his will. Showing off wasn't something that he used to demean anyone else. And, well... she had the hots for him. Here was a guy who saw her, liked what he saw, and didn't try to act like an idiot around her. As a person, he was friendly, giving, honorable, and, best of all, the bearer of a strong will. The other boys that she had looked at all were wavering in some way or another, but this one was strong.
It also didn't hurt that she had no trouble imagining the two of them slipping into some mountain pool to bathe together, or him pulling her to him so that he could use her shapely body to their mutual pleasure. In the short time that he was at the village, she had gotten to be really attracted to him, and the idea of having him able to slip his hands under her blouse and onto her breasts at a moment's notice put a naughty little thrill through her body that she really liked.
Many of her fellow Amazons just thought that she was willing to put up with anything for their cause, interested in the admittedly attractive young man, and wanting to get away from Mousse, not that that any of them could blame her for the latter two. Many of the girls and women had eyes, and would have at least liked to let him have the warmth of their beds at night. On the other hand, even if Mousse was physically attractive, he was not someone that they wanted fixating on them.
Because of that, she got to become his property, with his father merely thinking that they'd gotten a deal on a slave. For Ranma, she was someone who made his days a whole lot more bearable, as she was the companion that his training journey had denied him. And the Amazons got to have someone heading out to help the village's ideals.
Not that she cared about all that at the moment, as all that was in the past. Right now, all she cared about was the good time that she was having as his slave. There might be some rough spots, as they had to conform to outside images, but for the most part, it was something that she was finding pleasurable. Even walking with her arm around his was nice, and she felt so good that she snuggled against him as they walked, while:
(Posted Sun, 09 Oct 2005 04:46)
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