WARNING: This story will contain BDSM, Spanking, Anal sex, Non-Con, among other adult material. This is NOT a romance story, it's a purely fictional erotic story, so please don't ask me/expect a romance/fluffy story. You have been WARNED. If you do NOT enjoy reading this type of material, please do not read/flame.

Prologue

When once reaches the age of eighteen all of the girls from the surrounding villages either have two alternatives, they follow in the footsteps of their parents and become midwives, shopkeepers, or farm hands. Or if they are the most beautiful of girls with talent, poise, grace, and beauty they are offered a different alternative to become slaves for the most powerful people of Cyra. Unlike in the tiny villages the main city called Cyra was filled with warlocks, wolves, and vampires, and they were the elite.

Word had it that only the most beautiful of girls were taken at the age of eighteen to be auction off to the richest members of society where they would become their personal slaves whether it was cleaning the house or becoming their sexual mistress.

Of course a female slave had not positon in Cyra no matter how wealthy her master was. In fact, most of the time they were often as insignificant as a fly. Most of the times the elite members of society already had wives and just wanted a young girl at the side.

Most of the girls were auctioned off, the ones that weren't bought were either sold into prostitution or executed. The girls sitting in the red velvet chairs didn't know what faith would wait for them and Caroline Forbes had been twisting her handkerchief the entire trip (a gift from her mom, Liz) that she was surprise that she hadn't ripped it, in half. Caroline Forbes had just turned eighteen just in time to be auctioned off. She was a pretty slender girl with golden blond curls and cheeky blue eyes. She was wearing her Sunday best dress which consisted of a plain brown wool dress with black cashmere buttons and matching gloves.

She looked towards the seat in front of her and saw a pretty brunette with wild curly hair wearing a violet dress with the same black buttons. She had brown eyes and olive skin and looked exotic. She was slightly shorter than Caroline with a slightly curvier figure.

"I'm Caroline Forbes," Caroline said shyly. "I'm from the village of Matomi. Where are you from?"

She didn't speak for a while. "I'm Katherine Pierce. I'm from the city of Miruby."

"Did you leave anyone behind." Caroline suddenly regretted asking that question, just thinking about it made Caroline burst into tears. "I left my mother. I didn't have any siblings and my dad died when I was young. I wished I hadn't been picked, I wouldn't have minded being a famer."

"I would have," Katherine blurted out. "Sorry, but it's true, I also came from a farming family and I hated every minute of it. My father was very cruel, but I did have a mother and a younger sister and I will miss them." She chewed on her bottom lip. "What do you think it will be like. No one ever returns from Cyra."

Caroline felt a rumble in her belly. "I don't know. I just hope that it will be pleasant." Katherine snorted and it was clear that she though that, that, that was a stupid thing to hope for, but Caroline didn't care she would wish it just the same. The train stop and a heavy man pushed open the doors. "Everyone out," he barked. Caroline noticed that he had a tag that said Trevor. "Everyone out now and don't you dare make a sound or I will whip you raw." There were only fifteen girls on the train from the four, small villages they had become picky in the past few years.

She hoped that she would get a nice werewolf or warlock because then she would get the chance to have children. Caroline hoped that she didn't get stuck with a vampire because they seemed more violent and she did wish that she did not get stuck with the rulers of Cyra Klaus and Elijah Mikaelson who said to be brutal men who used girls as if they were reusable toilet paper.

Caroline had read the newspapers back home once or twice and she knew that Mr. Elijah Mikaelson was married to a pretty wolf name Hayley Marshall and that Klaus was married to a vampire name Camille. Caroline only hope that they were both satisfied sexually in bed by their wives and that Caroline would only remain the cleaning type of slave.

Trevor loaded five girls in each truck as they were being driven off to some unknown location. Caroline was just glad that she had Katherine along with her. She looked at the other scared faces of the girls. "What are your names?"

"Davina Claire." A small pixie like girl said.

"Bonnie Bennett," said a dark hair beauty.

"Elena Gilbert," Elena said and she had pretty doe eyes.

"I'm Caroline Forbes," Caroline said and Katherine reluctantly said her name. The truck stopped and the doors bolted open and Caroline squinted in the sun. They had finally arrived towards their destination.

"It's Auction day today, brother," Klaus Mikaelson told his older brother Elijah after breakfast once he had followed him towards the library. Elijah gave him a small smile though he did not look up from his book.

"I know what today is, brother." Klaus' favorite day was auction day.

Klaus scowled at him. "Come on, brother be more glad. Or is you pretty wolf wife jealous that you might obtain a piece of flesh that you actually like."

"She has no right to be," Elijah said dryly. "I have no intention of buying anything at the auction. I'm one of the creators of Cyra and I go there as a duty."

In their five-year marriage Elijah had only had one slave, Tatia and Hayley had ended her when Tatia had "fallen" down the stairs. Elijah hadn't had one since. Klaus rolled his eyes. "Never say never Elijah perhaps one little filly will catch your eye."

-End of Prologue-