Hidden Town

Mika is not excited for her birthday. In other villages or in larger towns or cities your birthday means gifts, cake, a party. But in her small Russian village Skrytyy Gorod (cкрытый город ) which translates to “hidden town” there lives a different set of rules. Here after the age of twelve girls and women are ripe for marriage, breeding, but most of all, pleasure. Three things can happen upon a girl reaching her twelfth birthday. She is arranged into a marriage, she is sold to the brothels, or if she is unfit she becomes an upkeeper for the village and tends to the needs of the whole town as needed. Because upkeepers are never beautiful and make up much of the labor force in Skrytyy Gorod they are never bred with as their pregnancy puts them out of commission. There are plenty of želanie (желание) or “pleasure girls” to go around.

At this moment Mika is hoping as she stands naked on the platform being eyed by the men who have come to her birthday will find her ugly. Though Mika is not ugly. She had large green eyes and red-pink plump lips. Her raven hair has been groomed and falls to the arch of her back. Her perky breasts young and firm and as her platform slowly turns the men go from seeing her indented hip bones on wide hips to her round curvy buttocks. With milky complexion and strong legs nobody thinks Mika is a Upkeeper. The brothel man, Sarkis has come as well, knowing the businessmen who detour for his house are impatient for new beautiful flesh, and would pay a small fortune on her first night. 


Village leader Boris a large beastly man, and Ivan the village butcher fight over who has more wives and who is being greedy. Mika’s father stares daggers at Mika, making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid to lessen his sale. She has been bred for this and is the best of his daughters in years, the last two being sent to the brothels after not much interest. Her collar with his crest is tight around her throat and as she spins and makes eye contact with him he motions for her to stiffen and it hurts for her to gulp as she obeys.

While Boris looks lustfully at her it is Sarkis who continues to drive up the bid, a man who knows his investments he is relentless with her price. 


“Eighty Gold.” bites Sarkis, shrewd eyes daring a higher bid. The best želanie girls go for fifty gold, Sarkis has made it clear he intends to leave here today, girl in hand. Mika can’t help but allow herself a small gasp. She was sure she would be a wife, sold to a man whom she would share with many women, a chance for relief after her novelty wore off, now for every new man who came in she would be novel. Sarkis was also known for keeping his želanie in line with harsh punishment, and unkindness. The worst Boris was known for was accidentally crushing a girl, smothering her after collapsing asleep on top of her once spent. 


Her father came forward chain in hand and attached the delicate clip of the chain to her collar. Sarkis withdrew a fat coin purse from his pocket and with one hand gave the purse to her father and with the other received Mika’s leash. The air was bitter cold as they left the sales house but the walk was short to the brothel. Sarkis walked her up a flight of stares to a room that was majority bed, but also boasted a fireplace, small table, couch and door to a private bathroom. 


Mika shuttered as she noticed some of the smaller details in the room. The ceiling, floor, and walls all had brass brings for stringing, or attaching her to chains, as did the bed frame.