The World Is Mine For The Taking

My father looked at me, silently demanding confirmation.

I was still a virgin, of course. I had been saving myself for someone I loved. That\'s why I\'d stayed a virgin.

But when I discovered that our house was falling apart, I decided to give my virginity to Professor Sesillian. I messaged him, asking him to meet me. We went to an inn, where I offered myself to him, trying everything to seduce him. But nothing worked.

"You should value your body more," he had said softly, wrapping his strong arms around me as he gently helped me put my clothes back on. His words cut deep. Of course, it made sense—I should value my body more. But what was the point if it was going to be sold anyway? Despite my desperation, no matter how hard I tried, Professor Sesillian wouldn\'t touch me.

When my father noticed I wasn\'t going to answer, he turned back to Earl Teliu and said, "She\'s still a virgin. I\'m sure this will increase her price."

Earl Teliu licked his yellowed teeth again, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Well, that will surely increase her price. Even undeflowered prostitutes are sold at higher prices in brothels compared to those with experience. And slaves, especially virgins, fetch even higher prices. However, as much as I don\'t want to doubt you, I can\'t be sure that what you\'re saying is the truth."

"What will it take for you to believe me then?" my father asked, his voice steady.

The Earl\'s smirk widened, revealing his yellow teeth glinting greedily in the dim light. "Why don\'t I check for myself? If she really is a virgin, I\'ll pay the sum you desire."

Without hesitation, my father agreed. "Go ahead," he said.

My knees trembled as dread washed over me. There was really no turning back now.

***

Gabrielle\'s POV

I was sitting in an inn near the manor of the Earldom of Graid, having tea with a smartphone on the table. Beside me was Isabelle, a member of the Shadow. We were eavesdropping on a conversation happening in the manor between the former Duke Sierra and Earl Graid, using the smartphone as our listening device.

Earl Graid owned a smartphone, and we were using it to transmit his voice to our device on the table.

The conversation revolved around Duke Sierra planning to sell his own daughter, Charlotte Sierra, as a sex slave to Earl Graid.

"What do we do, Madam Gabrielle?" Isabelle asked, her voice edged with urgency. She was one of the elite members of the Shadow, the Master\'s secret army. Isabelle possessed a skill known as Hawk Eye, which granted her extraordinary long-distance vision and incredibly keen eyesight. However, it wasn\'t quite on par with Maya\'s Perfect Eyesight.

Maya\'s ability allowed her to see with crystal clarity even through mist or heavy rain, though it couldn\'t pierce through darkness. Isabelle\'s Hawk Eye enabled her to observe and analyze situations from afar with remarkable detail and precision, making her invaluable in our covert operations.

If Master dominated both of them, his vision would likely become unbelievably overpowered.

"Let\'s hold off for now," I whispered to her. Judging by the sinister tone of their conversation, it seemed Earl Graid was eagerly plotting something vile against Charlotte. I could vividly imagine him, his yellowed teeth glistening, eyeing Charlotte with a lecherous gaze. I opted to wait, sensing no immediate need to intervene.

"Is that really a good idea? I mean, she could be eaten by him anytime soon," Isabelle voiced her concern. She understood I was protecting Charlotte from being deflowered, per Master\'s orders, so she worried Charlotte might face that fate here.

Of course, I wouldn\'t let that.

The very thought of someone as repulsive as Graid touching Master\'s prey turned my stomach. And the idea of any leftover from that vile man becoming Master\'s meal was utterly revolting.

The reason I was waiting was to strike at the opportune moment.

"I\'m certain this is the right move," I replied confidently.

We listened intently to the conversation on the phone.

"Now then, let\'s get her in my room. I want to savor every inch, thoroughly," Graid\'s voice oozed through the device. I could practically envision him licking his teeth and smacking his lips with anticipation.

"I can see them moving through the hallway," Isabelle reported. "The ex-duke strolls alongside them with an air of indifference, as if he doesn\'t give a damn about her fate. Meanwhile, the earl is rubbing his hands together, chuckling to himself like a twisted puppet master reveling in his wicked plans. The lady wears a terrified expression, cowering and shaking in fear, her eyes wide with horror."

Isabelle\'s reports were impressively detailed, painting vivid pictures of the scene as if she were an author crafting a novel.

I couldn\'t shake the memory of her mentioning she was a bookworm and a die-hard fan of Gabrielleon. Should I reveal that Gabrielleon was my pen name? Perhaps I\'d give her an autograph another time.

"Heh heh heh. Damn, Charlotte, you\'ve got some killer long legs. Those thighs look so thick and juicy, I just wanna sink my teeth into \'em. Ever been told how good those legs look? Bet they\'d look even hotter wrapped up in stockings."

"They\'re finally heading into a room," Isabelle reported eagerly. "Now, they\'re opening the door."

"Take a look at this room. This is where you\'re gonna experience being my sex slave for the first time."

"N-No..."

Charlotte\'s voice trembled on the other end, barely audible but unmistakably pleading.

"What was that?" Graid\'s voice echoed with cruel amusement. "It seems she doesn\'t want to, Gordon. You said she was ready?"

"Well, whether she\'s ready or not, I don\'t care," Sierra replied with chilling indifference. "You can do her all you like, whether she does it willingly or you force her."

"F-Father?" Charlotte\'s voice trembled, barely more than a whisper.

"Your father\'s going to be killed if you keep stalling, Charlotte," Sierra said coldly. "Do you really want that to happen? Do you want to see me hanged, mocked by commoners, and pelted with stones?"

"I-I don\'t, but..."

"Then bear with it," Sierra snapped, his voice dripping with menace. "Be thankful it\'s only one man you\'ll be sleeping with. If I\'d sold you to a brothel, you\'d be fucked by countless random men every night. That\'s a far crueler fate. You should be grateful I\'m sparing you from that and subjecting you to this instead."

Whatever was happening on the other side sounded incredibly cruel. I couldn\'t believe a father could be this heartless to his own daughter.

"Fuhahahaha!"

"The fat, ugly bastard laughed, clutching his big belly as he guffawed," reported Isabelle.

"You certainly know how to entertain me, Gordon. You know how much I love fucking women when they desperately resist. For that, I\'ll give you extra for bringing me such a pleasurable treat."

"Kyaaah!"

"The earl grabbed the lady by the wrist and forcefully pushed her into the room. The space littered with various items like cuffs and torture tools. The lady trembled uncontrollably as she surveyed the array, her eyes widening with terror," reported Isabelle.

"Ahhh, it\'s been so long since I fucked a noble\'s daughter," the fat man reminisced, his voice dripping with sinister delight. "Remember the last one? She was the daughter of that old bastard baron, Fritz. Oooh, that was a real treat indeed. I remember how she cried. And then, due to my carelessness, I accidentally choked her to death, which was a shame, really.

Her pussy was so tight, always gripping me like a vise," he chuckled darkly, reliving his past conquests with a twisted sense of pleasure.

"Don\'t dredge up shit like that," Sierra snapped. "Losing my title was all because of that crap in the first place. And you better watch your back too. Someone might unearth those skeletons and air them out like dirty laundry for everyone to see."

"Come on, Gordon. You know I\'m too damn careful for anyone to dig that shit up. I mean, who could, if the evidence is buried deep?"

"I hope you won\'t get so worked up that you end up killing my daughter," Sierra cautioned.

"Oh, I\'ll be careful. I want to corrupt this girl to the point where she\'s helpless, where all she can think about is me and my dick," Graid chuckled sinisterly.

I could hear the sound of clothes being stripped.

"The ugly fat bastard is now stripping, Madam," Isabelle\'s report was matter-of-fact.

"Now then, shall we start?" The Earl\'s voice oozed through the phone, accompanied by the sound of him smacking his lips in anticipation.

Isabelle averted her gaze. "I\'m sorry, Madam. But that\'s as far as I can go. I can\'t bear to look at a member that isn\'t Master\'s."

"Don\'t worry, Isabelle," I reassured her, my voice firm with determination. "Because I\'ve got what I needed."

With a surge of resolve, I prepared to make my move. It was time to strike, to bring that Earl crashing down as well.