Page 2 of In Bellamira's Chains

“You may collect your lot, Bellamira. She is yours.”

With those final words, the auctioneer left the stage.

As the rest of the room’s inhabitants began clearing out, I looked down, and green eyes met mine. “Elera, she is yours. Collect her, and we shall go home.”

I unhooked the chain that attached her to me via her collar. Elera’s smile grew as she hopped up from the ground and refrained from showing too much giddy physical affection toward me. She pulled my hand to her soft lips and kissed the back of it. “Thank you, My Mistress.”

Elera ran for the stage and up the steps to where she met Hazelle and pulled her into her arms.

Her sheer white dress, a mere mimic of the one I wore in black, hugged her. Underneath, she wore a light blue matching set over her slender body. The high neck and sleeveless form fit her well, whereas mine was a deep V-neck with thin straps that flowed over my shoulders, covering a deep red lingerie set that held my luscious breasts and plump ass in the most delectable way.

Unlike my pets, I was tall and had a thick build. My power in this world wasn’t simply due to money. I could crush a skull with my thighs if I wanted to, and no one dared cross me enough to find out if I was simply lying about it.

They were both frail really, but where Hazelle was clearly underfed and uncared for, Elera was naturally thin, and no matter what our chefs made her, nothing caused her to gain weight. The doctors determined she was healthy as is, and that was good enough for me, and I had plenty of breast and ass to go around.

Elera was a few inches taller than Hazelle, and her pale skin shone under the lights. From her complexion, I assumed some time in the sun would turn Hazelle’s lightly tanned skin into a golden sun-kissed hue. The before and after of their meeting would forever be imprinted in my mind, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future held for us.

Chapter two

Hazelle

One of the women who bought me ran onto the stage and pulled me into her arms, the collar around her neck brushing my sensitive skin. It was lovely on her, but I questioned why she had one. I stood still, unsure of what to do in this situation, not remembering the last time I was hugged in such a way.

My heart pounded against my chest as we remained in an embrace, and although I wanted to pull back, I didn’t, ensuring I was a good Omega for my new owners. The thought hurt, knowing I could be easily thrown away once again, but nothing could be worse than being owned by Oros, could it? At least this one seemed…kind enough for now; although, that could change in an instant.

She stood back, keeping her hands on my upper arms and staring down at me. She glanced back at the Alpha who had made the purchase that would dictate my future. I hoped they were nice, but after years of abuse and being used so harshly, I didn’t dare to dream just yet. At least they knew I would not be able to bear them any children; a fact Oros found out too late.

I kept my head down and stared at my bare feet with my arms wrapped around my middle. I was almost naked, and even though I rarely wore much at home, it was still jarring as I wasn’t around others very much. All I wanted to do was burrow in my nest and hide away from everyone.

“Don’t be scared, Hazelle.” She raised my chin with a delicate touch of her soft finger. “I’m Elera, a Beta.” Looking at her moss green eyes caused my body to shake uncontrollably. I wasn’t used to eye contact or a caring touch, as I hadn’t had anything but rough force the last few years. Panic coursed through me, screaming that this was all a ruse, just as he had done.

Elera’s eyes grew wide before pulling me back into her arms and rubbing up and down my back in soothing motions, reminding me of how Oros had been when I first became his. “Hazelle, you’re safe now. Whatever he did to you, you’re safe, and you’re mine, ours. My Mistress…” she started but paused. “She will take care of you, forever. You’re safe, Hazelle, truly.”

I wanted to believe her words, but her pause said there were things she wasn’t telling me.

Besides, they were empty promises for now, and I couldn’t take promises as is. No matter what Oros had promised me, it never happened. He tried to be kind to me at first, wanting the bearer of his children to like him at least, but that all changed the longer I went without getting pregnant. No matter the drugs he forced into me, causing heats to happen each month, I never bore him any children. Finally, they did some tests, and we found out that I never would. That’s when he shoved me aside, and I ended up here after my parents refused to take back their useless child.

Because that’s what I was: a useless Omega in a world where I had one use.

The shaking grew worse, and Elera hugged me closer. Our height difference was only a couple of inches as far as I could tell,but it was enough for her to wrap herself around me and for her scent to leech into my skin and nose, calming me. She smelled of bergamot and jasmine, and I wanted to melt into her and enjoy it for as long as possible.

“Please stop shaking. I promise you will be cared for. When we get home, I’ll help you bathe and wash your long hair.” I kept the frown from forming on my lips. I hated my long hair, but Oros demanded it, claiming that long hair made me look Omega-esque and feminine. “We will pick out some new clothes later, but for now, you can borrow mine. They might be a little big on you, but that’s okay. I have all the colors you can imagine.”

My breathing started to steady out, and the shaking slowed as she spoke to me in hushed tones. Still, they were mere promises at this point, but I would know soon enough what kind of person she was.

“Do you have a favorite color? Mine’s red because My Mistress looks the best in red. Of course, her hair is red too, and usually her lips.” I felt her give a small chuckle as she said the last part, and her freeness about her mistress helped the panic a little.

At first, I didn’t respond, not knowing what my favorite color was. For the last few years, my decisions were few and far between. I couldn’t remember the last time I was able to speak one aloud. I did as I was told and was always the perfect Omega, outside of my Omega body betraying me in the worst way.

I thought back to before when I lived with my parents. What had I liked then? Did I have a color I enjoyed more than the rest?

Elera pulled back again and made sure I looked into her eyes one last time with a smile on her thin peach-colored lips. “You don’t have to tell me now. We have all the time in the world, but…” She looked back at our owner who was standing tall and proud with her red hair falling down her back and her black outfit hugging her voluptuous form.

My cheeks burned red, and I turned away, but I knew my scent had already escaped me. Elera chuckled but didn’t say anything about it.

“Come on, Hazelle. Let’s introduce you to our mistress.” Her hand gripped mine before leading me off the stage, but I knew what color I would choose.

Green. Green was now my favorite color, and I hoped she let me look into her green eyes more often, and maybe one day, it wouldn’t feel so wrong.