The Life of a Slave

The Life of a Slave(Open to one or two)

She couldn't remember how long she'd been here... in this dark place. Kidnapped to repay her father's gambling debts and to simply make an extra profit off of, the girl sitting in the cage huddled herself into the corner, hugging her knees to her chest and running her hands up and down her arms to generate some sort of heat. The cellar-like place was dark and dank, the air moist and cool against her skin. It sent chills through her as she sit there, sparsely clothed skin pressed against the bars of the small prison they'd put her in.

For god knows how long, they'd put her under rigorous training and exersizes, teaching her how to be an ideal slave. And now, it would seem, after also having made her undergo a few procedures to make sure her body would always be ideal for those she pleasured, it was time for her to be sold. So they'd brought her here, to this large manor house in the middle of nowhere. She could only guess it was located in the south, the air was too muggy and warm to be in the mid or northern areas of the country, and many people here spoke with an accent.

They'd brought her in, negotiated a price with a man who was obviously foreign, his accent thick and what she believed she could identify as middle eastern. From the way they'd talked while she knelt there at their feet, she was not the only girl he had here, and this would just be a mid-way point between those who'd trained and prepared her and where she'd be sent to live as a slave for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

The man would house her here, and put her on display until one of his clientel decided to buy her. At which point, he'd take a small percentage of her final selling price, and the rest would be sent directly to those who had trained her.

After they'd left, the man, whom she'd finally decided had to be Arabic, made her crawl to a set of steps, then walk down them, always in front of him, below how tall he stood, her head bowed in an obedient manner. He'd lead her through the basement, then to a line of cages, some with women already in them, some empty. After she was inside of the cage, she had time to notice two bowls that looked like they were intended for an animal. Inside of one was water, the other was empty for now.

And now here she was, waiting for the time to come. It had been just over a week since her arrival in this new, dark prison, and there hadn't been any buyers come to see the girls yet. She was about to give up on the idea of ever being out of the cage except long enough to relieve herself and bathe when the lights overhead suddenly switched on, bright and nearly blinding. She let out a whimper, clenching her eyes shut and rubbing at them with her fingers, hoping to relieve the pain in them.

It was then that she heard not one voice, but multiple, and more than one set of feet coming down the wooden stairs into the dungeon-like prison.

"Have a look, sir, and choose your girl. Their prices vary of course, but I guarantee they're worth it."

So, it would appear a buyer had finally come to look at them...

((I'm looking for, at the very least, someone to re-start this thread with, as my former partner has gone MIA. I'm willing to make another thread all together with the same premise if you like. Please, if you're looking at joining, make sure you can write out posts that are atleast one to two long, well written, descriptive paragraphs. Also, I have a taste for the extreme, so don't worry about hitting any boundaries with me. If you're unsure about an act that you're thinking about posting, you can PM me with it but I doubt it will be a problem.

Also, I will post a description of her in my next post.))

Ooc

I might have a character idea, as I am rather familiar with Arabic culture and such.

Very sorry, but I've already filled the role of the buyer, unless you wanted to briefly play the seller(the arabic man who is housing the girls until they're sold)

Jewelskye said:

Very sorry, but I've already filled the role of the buyer, unless you wanted to briefly play the seller(the arabic man who is housing the girls until they're sold)

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I'm not so sure about that, but it's okay. Maybe next time.

The Buyer

This one will be pretty long, but the others will be quicker.

Jarrod Woods
32 years old
Sole heir to a large fortune and a plantation in northern Florida
6'1" tall with short brown hair and a slender build

Jarrod walked with the Middle-Eastern man down a set of stairs. He knew the man only as "The Trader"-- in this business, it was no wonder the man didn't want his real name known. Jarrod was still somewhat in a state of disbelief that he was actually in a secret slave "warehouse" of sorts. He kept asking himself "Can this type of thing truly happen in this day and age?"
The past few weeks had been strange, to say the least, and at times Jarrod had actually relived the past year of his life in his mind, trying to make sense of it all.
Jarrod Woods grew up as the only grandchild of an extremely wealthy investor who had moved to Florida when he retired. He always said that he was tired of the hustle and bustle of New York, but there were rumors that Mr. Woods had made a few enemies through some less than ethical business deals and, fearing retribution, he took his money and ran to the Deep South.
Jarrod's parents were killed in a robbery when he was very young, so his grandfather was the only family he ever knew. When his grandfather passed away from a stroke, Jarrod suddenly had more money than he knew what to do with and no one to share it with.
In the dumbest decision of his life, Jarrod married a girl he met in a bar after knowing her for only 6 weeks. It should have come as no surprise when she filed for divorce mere months later, and even less of a surprise when she tried to clean him out financially. Fortunately, Jarrod's grandfather had wisely tied up most of his assets in ways that could not be reached by the ex-Mrs. Woods, so after a cash settlement was paid out, Jarrod was once again alone.
Seeking a means to clear his head, Jarrod flew to Key West and chartered a week-long fishing trip. The captain, Jarrod soon found out, was also a retired investor much like the late Mr. Woods, and the fishing business was his retirement. The accomodations were first class, but nothing compared to the captain's assistant. She was one of the most gorgeous women Jarrod had ever laid eyes on. Assuming that she was the captain's "trophy wife," Jarrod tried to avoid staring at her or letting his mind wander too far in the wrong direction. On the last night of the trip, though, Jarrod was awakened by this goddess in the middle of the night. Without a word, she climbed into his bed and proceeded to please him in ways that he never dreamed possible. She used her body like a machine, taking Jarrod to the extremes of pleasure over and over for hours on end.
The next morning, as Jarrod was getting ready to disembark the fishing boat, the Captain slipped him a small card with only a phone number written on it.
"I was in a situation much like yours not long ago. This number is exactly what you're looking for."
With that, the captain shoved the boat away from the pier and Jarrod was left standing alone, completely in a state of shock and bewilderment.
For nearly two weeks after he returned home, Jarrod left the phone number in his wallet, often wondering who would be on the other end of the line if he dared call it. Finally one night, after more than the usual amount of after-dinner Jack Daniels Single Barrel, Jarrod picked up the phone and dialed before he could chicken out again.
Coincidentally, the number was in the same area code that Jarrod lived in. He waited impatiently as the phone rang and rang. After losing count of rings, Jarrod slammed the phone down.
"Crazy ass boat Captain. I bet he thinks it's funny fucking with people. He probably gave me the number to some rat-hole pizza joint that's out of business now."
No sooner had the last words escaped Jarrod's lips than the phone rang.
"Hello?--------Hello?!" Jarrod asked again.
"You have been given this number, and you chose to call. Now you must make another choice," a thick voice on the other end responded. "You must chose whether to risk your well-being to seek pleasure. At this moment, your entire life's history is being examined. In one hour, you will appear at the address which will be given to you at the end of this conversation. If you chose to go to that address, one of two things will happen. If you are deemed acceptable, you will have taken your first step towards ultimate pleasure. If you are found to be unacceptable, you will come to regret that you ever dialed this number. Do you chose to accept these conditions?"
Jarrod's first thought was that the boat captain was, indeed, fucking with him. But then the memory of the nameless girl on the boat flooded his mind, and almost as if his mind left his body, Jarrod heard himself give the answer---"Yes."
And now Jarrod was following the middle-Eastern man down the flight of stairs. He had been blind-folded and put into a car at the rendezvous sight, and during the course of a half-hour drive Jarrod was finally given details of what was to occur. A man told him of a hallway lined with cages, each cage holding prisoner a woman who had been trained to be the perfect sex slave. More than once, Jarrod convinced himself that this entire stream of events was an elaborate kidnapping scheme, and that at any moment his captor would be holding him at gun point and demanding access to his fortune.
As he followed the man down the stairs, Jarrod began trembling. Whether his tremors were a result of excitement or fear, Jarrod was not sure. And suddenly, all thoughts were forced from his mind. A light switch had been flipped, and before Jarrod was the most surreal sight a man could imagine. With an open mouth, Jarrod took in the sight of cage after cage lined before him. Stunningly beautiful women kneeled in each cage, completely nude, their eyes closed and their heads bowed.
"Have a look, sir, and choose your girl. Their prices vary of course, but I guarantee they're worth it."

The lines of cages were filled with women, some stunning in the typical blond haired, blue eyed and tan type of way, others in the more exotic manner. Some had hair that was obviously dyed, though it was gorgeous nonetheless, while still others had obviously been put through a tanning process that did not involve the natural sun kissed method.

But out of them all, one girl seemed to stand out above the rest, both because her looks were gorgeous, and because they appeared to be natural. A full head of deep red hair fell from her head, brushing the cage's bottom where she sat, not kneeling like the others at first, moving herself slowly into that position. She didn't dare look directly at them, but as she grew used to the sudden intrusion of the light, her eyes opened slowly and if he looked closely enough, he'd see they were mismatched, one a deep cerulean blue while the other was clover green, both intensely colored.

Her skin was a fair, cream colored ivory, offset by the two soft pink nipples that tipped her large breasts. She appeared completely hairless from her neck down, and not a single hint of stubble could be found on her body. She was flawless, completely without blemishes from what he would be able to see, considering her long silken hair was covering a good deal of her body. There was a slight tremble to her body if one looked close enough to see it, though whether it be from the cold or fear, one couldn't know.

Meanwhile, the middle-eastern man was talking about some of the girls, walking around and gesturing to cages, talking about the 'toys' within as he called them. Some were skilled and had had masters before, some were foreign, not from native soil, and some had specialties that existed outside their ability to please a man. He seemed oblivious to the redhead in one of the far cages, instead focusing on the ones he apparently thought were the most worthwhile.

Jarrod

Jarrod tried to listen to the Arabic man as he told him of each girls qualities, but it was difficult to focus. Over and over again, Jarrod questioned himself. Was he really going to go through with this? Did he even have a choice any more? If he tried to back out. what would happen? He had a good idea that the Arabic man with the dungeon full of slaves was probably not a man to be crossed.
"My researchers have told me you are very wealthy, and also very alone. You have been taken advantage of by a woman, and now is your chance to have your revenge on all women."
The mention of his ex-wife made Jarrod's blood boil. That fucking bitch had tried to ruin his life. Maybe the Trader was right... maybe this was his chance to have what he wanted. His anger renewed his determination to follow through with what he had started.
"Ahhhh... how about this one?" the Trader continued. "Do you like Asian girls like this little slave? Let me show you what she can do." With that, the man reached into the satchel which was draped over his shoulder and withdrew a long, thick dildo.
"Lean you head back and open your mouth, slave," the Trader commanded the tiny Asian girl in the cage.
Without hesitation, the girl did as she was told. Showing no care or remorse, the Trader forced the huge rubber cock down the slaves throat, inch after inch, until at least 10 inches had disappeared into her gaping mouth. The girl did not resist or even gag, but instead began making slow swallowing motions, fucking the dildo with the muscles of her throat.
The sight before him was bizarre, but Jarrod nonetheless felt his own cock begin to stir in his pants. The anger he was feeling was being joined by lust, and he grew more and more excited. He imagined this little Asian slave throat fucking him until his cum exploded into her tiny body. Jarrod's heart rate increased, and so did his desire.
"Hmmmmm.... you do like, don't you," the Trader grinned. "Come now, let us see the rest of them."

The seller moved on around the room, talking about each woman in turn, sometimes reaching into a cage to cup their faces and lift them so they would look up and his buyer could get a good look at their faces. He stopped at a foreign beauties cage, stroaking her long black hair for a moment before speaking again.

"This one comes from India. Beautiful, isn't she? As I am to understand it, she's exceptionally skilled in oral sex. And look at her body," he opened the cage and the girl crawled out, only to stand and turn in a slow circle. "Show him your cunt, slave," he commanded, and she turned, bending at the waist with her legs spread some, exposing her pouty pink pussy.

Shortly after, he put her back in her cage and locked it again, before moving on and beginning to ramble about the skills of a brunette just next to the Indian woman's cage. Still though, he seemed to skip over the cage with the redhead in it, talking about all the girls save that one, as if he thought they offered better than what she could offer to the buyer.

The Trader showed Jarrod women of seemingly every race and color, all of them perfect physical specimens. None of them had so much as a scar or birthmark, let alone tattoos or piercings.
"You are free to do with your slave as you wish, after you purchase her, that is. If you want to have her covered with tattoos, or if you desire to decorate her with gold and diamonds, that is your choice."
Several times now, Jarrod's cock had stiffened at the sight of the slaves performing various "skills." Now, he could feel the precum seeping from his manhood. He wished that he could have his way with each and every one of the girls. But the Trader was nearing the end of the tour, and Jarrod had yet to decide on his purchase.
At last, they came to the final cage.
"This one, she is our newest offering. She has only recently completed her training. Honestly, I do not yet know what special skills she possesses. Perhaps you would be happier with one of our more prized slaves?"
Jarrod barely heard the Trader trying to lead him away from the last cage. He could not take his eyes away from the girl inside. She did not bow her head completely as the other slaves did, but instead seemed to stare at something on the floor in the distance.
"What is her name?" he asked the Trader.
"It is the same as all of the others... whatever you want to call her."

He was outside her cage, she could feel his nearness more than she saw it. Her head was only not bowed as much as the others because part of her was fighting the urge to look up at him, to see what her possible chance at salvation looked like. But that would be asking too much... She wasn't as well experienced as the other girls, didn't know as much about pleasing a man as they did, there was no way he'd be interested in her.

But then he spoke, and she could tell somehow that he was talking about her. A shudder passed through her, adding to the obvious tremble that was already there.

"What is her name?" She had to bite her tongue not to answer. She wanted to tell her name was... wait... what was her name? Blinking slowly, a realization dawned on her. She couldn't remember her name... She'd had one, she was sure of it, but it had been years since she'd heard it and now she couldn't even begin to remember what her life had been like before the training, before the collars and the cages.

Closing her eyes, she let her head lower into a proper subservient stance, but mostly to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She had no name... she was just a thing, a toy, a prize, a pet for men like him to enjoy. After blinking for a few minutes, the tears were held back well enough that it wouldn't be obvious she was close to crying.

"What is your name, slave?" the trader asked, and she answered as she'd been trained to, despite the tremble in her voice. "This slave's name is whatever this slave's master wants it to be, sir."

"I want her."
With those three words, Jarrod had made his choice. He wasn't sure why he was drawn to her, he simply knew that he had to have her. He had to kiss her, to taste her, to ravish her perfect body. He had to feel her thick, red hair teasing his thighs and stomach as she licked and sucked him. And he had to feel her burning hot pussy clenched around his cock as he poured his cum into her.
"Are you certain?" the Trader asked with surprise in his voice. "As I told you, you have been approved for any girl here. Surely for a man of your wealth money is no object."
Jarrod looked the Arabic man in the eyes and repeated-- "I want her."
"Then it is done. We shall go to the lounge and have a drink to celebrate your purchase while she is prepared for you. Then you will be returned to your vehicle, and we will never see each other again. I believe you prefer Jack Daniels, do you not?"
The Trader walked towards the staircase they had originally descended. Jarrod followed him, but still could not seem to take his gaze from her--- his slave.

"I want her."

Those three words sealed her fate, and the girl in the cage had to hold her breath as they ascended the stairs. As soon as they were out of ear shot, she gave a shuddering sob, a hand clamping over her mouth to prevent the sound from reaching their ears. For a moment all she could do was kneel there, staring at the floor as she fought to gain control of her trembling body, to stop the sobs that continued to threaten to take over her composure.

Despite her current emotional state though, she held back the tears, not wanting her eyes to become red and puffy, unattractive to the man who had just chosen her for his own.

Mere moments after they left the basement, another pair of feet came down the stairs, this one lighter, not as heavy as the men's had been. A young woman with brown hair and blue eyes approached the cage, wearing naught but a collar. She unlocked it and gestured for the girl within to exit.

Crawling from the cage, she stood, seeing she was standing next to another slave and didn't have to worry about propriety. The older woman offered a soft smile to the still shaking girl, and lead her up the stairs, where the two tiptoed through back hallways in the old house until they reached a lavish bathroom.

Shutting the door behind them, the brunette smiled again and spoke in a soft, kind voice. "Congratulations, I hear he's rich, you must be very honored." as she went about braiding and pinning up the redhead's hair, to keep it from getting wet.

All the girl could do was nod some, looking bewildered and more shocked than honored. Patting her hand gently, the brunette led her over to a steaming bathtub full of hot water and helped her climb in. "Don't worry, the shock will pass, dear. I felt it too when Master chose me."

And over the next twenty minutes or so, the girl went through an indepth bath and then her body was oiled and scented before the woman dressed her in a short black skirt that came down just far enough to hide her bottom and her sex from view, but showed off a pair of long shapely legs. The top the woman put her in was a black halter top made of the same soft fabric as the skirt. Her feet were slid into a pair of heeled black sandals, and then her hair was taken down, brushed out until the length of it spilled down past her hips, tickling the tops of her thighs. Next came a tiny black leather collar with a d-ring on the front of it.

She was handed a long black leash, and the woman nodded. "You're ready. Just follow the hall to the left, straight down, but make sure you're crawling before you enter the foyer."

Nodding, the girl gave her a brief hug and a soft "thank you" before tiptoeing down the hall. At the end of it, she dropped to her hands and knees and crawled into the foyer, her leash still clutched, raveled up, in one hand. She moved immediately to the chair her new owner sat in, kneeling beside him without looking up. She'd only known which one was him because she recognized his shoes from earlier.

Jarrod was on his third drink when a large door slowly opened. Quietly, his new slave entered the room, crawling towards him and finally kneeling at his feet.
"Sir, may I present to you your slave." The Trader took the leash from the girl and handed it, somewhat ceremoniously, to Jarrod.
"And now, or business is done. A car is waiting outside for you. You and your slave will once again be blindfolded until you reach your vehicle. Trust me when I warn you--- never again are you to call the number you were given by the captain. Good bye."
With that, the Trader turned and left the room.
"Follow me, please, sir," came a seductive female voice.
Jarrod took in the sight of yet another perfect woman as she quickly led them to the main entrance to the house.
After their blindfolds were applied, Jarrod and his new slave were led to a car and helped into the backseat.
"You will be home soon," spoke the sultry voice again as the car pulled away from the mansion.
The suspense was killing Jarrod. He could hardly contain his lust any longer. The scent of his slave filled his nostrils, a sweet, clean but sexy scent. His cock raged in his pants once again. The ache caused by his desire was to much to bear. He couldn't have cared less about exposing himself to the driver of the car-- after all, she was completely nude. Like a man possessed, he tore at his button and zipper, at last freeing his engorged dick. A wave of relief swept over Jarrod as his shaft was finally allowed to swell to it's full size. He fumbled around until he found his slave's hand, desperately wrapping it around his throbbing cock. He held her hand perfectly still, gripping him tightly but not daring to let her move. He knew that he would last only seconds if her soft, cool hand was stroking him, and he wanted his first orgasm from his new slave to be incredible. He would have to wait only a little longer.

OOC: She's not nude... she'd dressed... Skirt and halter and heeled sandals so that he can transport her through public places without fear of attracting too much attention.

IC:

The trader left the room, and soon the girl was crawling after them, following the other woman and her new master to the door, where she stood only because if she were to crawl outside, she'd marr her skin and become dirty. Once the blindfold was applied, she held onto the woman who lead them to the car outside and climbed in, immediately kneeling where the woman placed her, on the floor at her master's feet.

As soon as the car pulled out of the drive, she bowed her head some, resting it against the warm leather of the seat he sat on, her cheek brushing some against the side of his leg as the car shifted, the uneven gravel drive that lead up to the manor house causing them to be jostled a bit.

It was not long after though, the his searching hand found her shoulder, and she lifted her own hand to meet his. She'd heard him unzip his zipper, heard him struggle to release himself from his pants, and knew what he wanted.

Or thought she did... she was not expecting to have him hold her hand around his, to not allow her to move it. This man was indeed nothing like she'd ever expected. Her tiny hand wrapped around him, but was too dainty to do so completely. Instead of stroaking him, she simply flexed her fingers around him some, so as to not cut off circulation with the grip he was attempting to force her to keep around him.

"If I may suggest, sir," the driver spoke. "She is yours to do with what you please. You need not wait any longer."
The offer was tempting to Jarrod, but he held fast to his goal. He knew that all he had to do was say the word, and withing seconds he would be filling his slave's mouth with his cum. But he would not be able to see her, to watch her swallow his cum, or to see it smeared across her lips. Just the mental image almost brought him over the edge. Jarrod gritted his teeth and prayed that they would soon arrive at his vehicle.
At last, after what seemed like hours but had only been 45 minutes or so, the car pulled off of the paved road and onto the dirt road on which he had been told to meet his short-term hosts. The car came to a stop, and first the driver's door was opened and then his own. The blindfold was gently removed from his head and he was once again staring at the amazing nude body of the Trader's driver.
After Jarrod and his slave stepped out of the car, the driver bid them a sincere-sounding farewell and drove out of sight.
The instant the car disappeared around a curve, Jarrod lost the last bit of his control. He tore the blindfold from his slave's head as he shoved her against his SUV. She instinctively tried to bow her head, but Jarrod grabbed her chin in his hand, raising her face to him as he slammed his lips against hers. His still-exposed cock stabbed at his slave's cunt through her tiny skirt as he hungrily devoured her lips and tongue. Jarrod's hand explored his new possession, groping and caressing her smooth skin and perfect curves.
"Now, slave... do what you've been trained to do. Suck your master's cock until I fill your throat with my cum!!"

She climbed from the car, still blindfolded and moving slowly, unsure of where to go, the blindfold inhibiting her vision. The other woman gently took her hand and helped her out of the car before bidding them both farewell and climbing back into the car. Listening to the thing drive away, she wondered where they were as she stood there, eyes darting around behind her blindfold, as if trying to see through the fabric.

But as soon as the sounds of the other car were fading into the distance, he grabbed her suddenly. A soft, almost frightened sound escaped her as she was shoved roughly back against another vehicle, the warm metal pressing against her bare back through the halter top. His lips slammed onto hers and she whimpered, but attempted to kiss him back as best as his feverish actions would allow. His hand roamed and grabbed at her body, sending tiny shocks of pain through her now and then as he manhandled her.

And then he was speaking. "Now, slave... do what you've been trained to do. Suck your master's cock until I fill your throat with my cum!!"

She gave a slight whimpering motion, attempting to move to crouch in front of him, not wanting to kneel, for the rocks in the dirt of the road they were on would likely cut into her skin and marr her. But as she moved to move, she found herself inhibited, and with a shaky voice, she spoke softly, though didn't meet his gaze with her own mismatched one, the unique blue and green eyes staring at his shirt instead. "This slave would love to pleasure you with her mouth, Master... but she cannot move, you're leaning against her..."

There was a deep blush on her cheeks as she spoke, embarrassed that the first time he'd want her to pleasure him, she'd be unable to do so because in his feverish state, he'd forgotten to step back enough for her to move.

"Beg me!" Jarrod commanded between kissing and biting his slaves neck. "Beg me to let you pleasure me!"
His lips went back to hers, knowing full well that she could not possibly beg him if she couldn't speak. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, further insuring that she could scarcely make a sound. He was enjoying the power he held over her, knowing that she wanted desperately to do as she was commanded. As he continued his assault on her lips, Jarrod slipped his hand under his slave's skirt, nudging her legs apart with his knee so that he could feel her warm mound. A shudder went through his body when his fingers found her soft folds, and he wondered to himself how in control he really was.
Jarrod continued stroking and caressing his slave's body for several minutes, occasionally pulling his lips from hers long enough for each of them to breath, but not long enough for his slave to beg him as she had been commanded.
Suddenly, Jarrod opened the door to the SUV and manuevered the slave in front of it, forcing her to sit on the edge of the door sill. His cock was now inches from her face, and she was free to carry out her command.

"Beg me!" the command in a harsh, hurried voice, and she wanted to obey, but again he made it impossible. And this time he also saw to it it would be impossible to even point out that she couldn't beg him, as his mouth kept hers busy with the harsh kisses and sucks he placed to her tongue. She returned each one, eyes closed as she fought to respond to each movement and action he made, not wanting to displease him.

She could hardly breath, he was so busy with her mouth. She had to attempt to control her breathing through her nose, measuring it out carefully and not allowing herself to breathe too heavily on her exhales.

And then as suddenly as he'd begun kissing her, he was shoving her to sit on the edge of the door of the SUV he drove, putting her on eye-level with his hard cock, which stuck straight out. Her eyes landed on it, then glanced up at him before she opened her mouth and took him into it slowly, her velvety tongue swirling around the head, likely inducing sensations in him he'd never have felt from another woman.

Eyes falling closed, she brought a hand up and held the base of his cock so that it would be in place, and began to bob her head back and forth slowly, licking all along the length of him as she worked him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon though, she had him nearly all the way in, sliding partially into her throat. It was obvious she was not as skilled at deep throating as the Asian woman probably had been, but her tongue was phenomenal in the way it managed to caress and stroke at him despite how full her mouth should have been with the length of his cock in it.

She let out a few tiny groans and moans as she worked him, slowly sliding her head back and forth as he slid in and out, her lips locking on him as she sucked firmly, determined to pleasure him until he unloaded his seed into her mouth and throat.

Jarrod could barely breath the pleasure was so intense. The slave was doing things to him with her mouth that he could not remember ever feeling. With each passing moment, she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth, finally having to remove her tiny hand from the base of his cock to allow her lips to move even further down his shaft. Jarrod gripped the roof of the SUV, bracing himself to keep his knees from buckling. He had lost all feeling in his legs, and his head was starting to spin. He had to keep reminding himself to breath… he was not about to pass out during the most amazing blowjob of his life.
Jarrod stared in awe at his slave, her fiery red hair shining in the bright Florida moonlight, her porcelain skin almost seeming to glow. Her pouty lips were sealed around his shaft, glistening with her own saliva, never releasing the powerful suction she held on his cock. And that tongue--- she had Jarrod buried so deeply in her throat that the tip of her tongue licked and toyed with the sensitive base of his rod each time she plunged down on him.
Since her hands no longer had room on his cock, the slave used them to pleasure Jarrod in other ways, teasing his swollen balls, caressing his thighs and even slipping between his legs to play with his ass. Jarrod had always loved a girl who wasn’t afraid to “explore,” and he knew now that he could make his slave do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted.
As he stared down at his new fuck-toy, Jarrod suddenly realized that she was not actually slamming herself down onto him, but instead he had begun roughly fucking her throat, thrusting his cock into her mouth until her face was buried in his flat stomach. With each thrust, he became more possessed--- never in his life had he been able to use a girl like this. He reached down to fill both fists with her long hair, holding her head in place as he pounded his huge cock into his slaves mouth. She tried hard not to gag, to take his entire rod like the Asian girl had done with the dildo. But occasionally he felt her throat convulse around him, and it turned him on even more. The Asian girl had been little more than a machine, but this was a real girl—his slave girl.
A low growl began to emanate from deep inside Jarrod as he felt himself tighten. His thrusts became short, jerking motions as the muscles of his stomach clenched. He gripped her hair tightly in his fists as, with one last plunge, he came. The first blast shot from his cock just as he pulled back for another thrust, so instead of shooting straight down her throat, it instead filled her mouth. Unable to control his own movements, Jarrod’s hands instinctively pulled his slave forward, forcing her to swallow his cock once again. Her throat instantly began milking him, just as the Asian girl had done. Spasm after spasm flooded the slave’s throat with cum until Jarrod finally withdrew, allowing his slave to draw in deep, desperate breath.
“Wrap your hand around me, slave!" Jarrod managed to command her between panting breaths. "Stroke the last of my cum into your mouth. Open wide and let me see your hungry mouth take every last drop of it!”

The girl was given very little time to truly show him what she was capable of, before he took over. His hips began to move, and he was soon slamming himself so hard into her mouth and the back of her throat that she not only had to struggle for air, but not to gag around him as well. Of course, the gag reflex had been trained out of her for the most part, making it mostly easy not to do so, but occasionally he slammed back before she was ready or was in mid-swallow, and it forced her to gag around him.

This did not deter him though, and even as tears poured down her cheeks from a lack of air and the fear that was slowly building up within her as she began to think he would not let her breath, would suffocate her around his member, when his thrusts became short and quick. She could feel him swell some, and the hand that fondled and carressed his sac felt them tighten. Moving both hands to his hips, she prepared herself for the sensation of his thick, milky seed to shoot down her throat.

Instead though, the first shot filled her mouth and before she could swallow it, he shoved himself back down her throat, forcing some of his first shot to dribble from the corner of her mouth. A whimper left her, and soon she was answered as he pulled back, giving her time to swallow what was still in her mouth and take in a desperate breath. At his command, her hand came up, the tiny thing hardly able to wrap all the way around him, and began to pump him quick and hard, her mouth open with her tongue sticking out, the head of his cock resting against the slick muscle as the last of his sticky white cumm landed on it.

Her eyes were open as she performed this last command, looking up at his face as if begging him to give her all of his seed, to empty it all into her mouth. Such was the way she'd been trained though. Most men liked to see the eager looks on their slaves faces as they took their cum, whether it be in their mouth or their sex or ass.

Jarrod stood weak-kneedm bracing himself against his SUV, watching his slave stroke his cum into her mouth. He let out a soft groan as each of the last spurts of white fluid left his cock and landed on her tongue. His slave stared back at him, her eyes trying to read his, trying to decide if she had lived up to her expectations.
Jarrod knew that the vast majority of the population was condemn him to Hell for what he had done--- purchasing a human being to use for his own sexual pleasure. Deep inside, Jarrod himself felt a tinge of guilt. He rationalized his actions, though, by telling himself he had rescued her from much worse possibilities. He was bringing her into his home where she would live a life of luxury. Anything she ever wanted, he would buy for her. And in return, she would give her body to him whenever he desired. She was his to use as he pleased. Her mouth, her tits, her pussy and her ass were his possesions now.
He fought to control his breathing as he stared at his slave, looking up at him, her mouth full of his thick cum.
"Swallow it," he finall told her. "It's time for you to see our new home. Oh, and take off those clothes... you won't be needing those very often."

The girl lowered her eyes obediently, mouth closing as she swallowed down the last drops of his seed, licking her lips quickly to make sure she'd gotten it all. Her throat was sore and raw from the thorough fucking he'd given it, but she wasn't going to complain. He apparently had enjoyed her ministrations, despite the couple times she'd gagged on him. Lowering her hand, she left him to tuck himself back into his pants, as he hadn't ordered her to do so and she wasn't sure what tasks were expected of her just yet.

"Yes, master," she replied in response to his order to strip.

In short order, she removed her top and the skirt and shoes, folding each neatly and laying it aside. She wouldn't need them often? How did he plan to hide her nakedness from those outside the car on the way home? Then when he decided to take her out into public. He would take her out, wouldn't he? Not that she minded staying in and tending to him and him alone, but part of her hoped he'd be proud enough of his slave to take her out and show her off.

Now standing naked in front of him, she kept her eyes down in an obedient manner, hands folded in front of her. Her body was pale, flawless, skin like creamy ivory in the Florida moonlight. Her nipples were the color of soft pale pink roses, almost the same shade as her lips. She knew she looked as ideal as she could get... the question was... did he still find her such?

The sight of his slave's perfect nude body was enough to cause Jarrod's cock to begin to swell again, never having fully relaxed. He was determined, though, to make it home where he could fully appreciate her this time.
He opened the passenger door for the slave, causing himself to laugh a little. He had just viciously fucked her throat and unloaded an enormous amount of cum into her mouth, and yet he still opened the door like a true Southern gentleman.
He got in the driver's seat and began the drive home, trying his best to watch the road. The road was fairly deserted and lined on both sides with tall trees which blocked the light from the full moon. Occasionally a car would pass in the other direction or a clearing in the trees would allow the moon to shine on the slave's body, and Jarrod feasted his eyes on her at each opportunity.
The drive home seemed to take forever, much as the blind-folded ride in the Trader's car had. After several minutes, Jarrod allowed his right hand to roam over to the slave's thigh, causing her to shiver. He wasn't sure if she was cold, or scared, or just nervous, but he did not remove his hand. Instead, he trailed his fingertips over her leg, feeling chill-bumps rise on her skin.
Jarrod's lust quickly returned as he stroked nearer and nearer to the slave's smoothly shaven sex. He nudged her soft thighs apart and finally allowed one finger to trace her lips. He felt another tremor radiate through her body, and he hoped that it was at least partly caused by excitement. He knew that the slave's pleasure would not be important to most masters, but Jarrod was different. He wanted to pleasure her, to make her tremble, and moan, and scream and beg him for more. He did not want to pleasure her because he was kind and caring--- his motive was purely selfish. Nothing turned Jarrod on than licking and sucking and fingering a woman to a screaming, writhing, pussy-flooding orgasm and then slamming his cock into her. The feeling of a tight, convulsing, cum-drenched pussy was without rival.
Jarrod planned to have that feeling soon, and he continued to tease the slave's cunt. He raised his fingers to his lips, wetting two of them before returning them to the slave's slit. His saliva allowed him to ease one finger into her, and Jarrod was pleased to find that, within her outer lips, the slave was already wet.
He brought his fingers back to his own mouth was again before asking his slave:
"You're a horny little slave aren't you? Sucking your master's cock and swallowing his cum got your tight little pussy all wet... and as soon as we get home I'm going to find out just what I'm getting for my money."

The girl sat obediently in the front seat of the SUV, her head bowed in that same submissive manner, never daring to look up for fear she accidentally make eye contact at an inappropriate time. Despite her training to no life other than that of servitude, she found an anxiousness clawing at the pit of her stomach as she sat naked in the vehicle, knowing that if anyone looked close enough, they'd be able to look through the windshield as they were passing and see her bare form on the seat.

When cars did pass, she was careful to keep her head turned just enough so that the lights did not hurt her eyes, though she knew full and well that during those times her master was looking at her, gazing at her bare body as the car passed in and out of pools of light.

When his hand brushed her thigh, she shivered and closed her eyes, goosebumps raising over her skin even as her anxiousness grew in the pit of her stomach. And then his hand was moving closer and closer to her fair, hairless sex. When his fingers met with the lips there, another shudder went through her and she bit her lower lip to keep from making any noise. Feeling his fingers, slick from his saliva, probing at her, she let out a tiny whimper as one of them slid into the tight depths of her sex, coating itself in her juices, which had begun flowing when she had earlier pleasured him with her mouth.

True, she wasn't as turned on as she probably could have been, but what could one expect? She was still very new to all of this, and was not seasoned in the arts like some were. The fear of displeasing him often overruled her desire to be his.

When he spoke, she responded quietly. "This slave wants nothing more than to please you, master..." It would be several long moments before she'd speak again, probably closer to five or ten minutes before she'd break the silence. "Master?" When he gave signal that he was listening, she took a deep breath before speaking. "There is a reason why the seller did not know what this slave's talents are... This slave has been trained, but has never given her body to a man before..."

She gulped slightly, closing her eyes as she prepared for what she was sure would be disappointment coming from him that he'd bought himself an inexperienced slave, a girl who knew little about pleasing a man at all, let alone having a talent area.

Jarrod was in disbelief. Could she be telling the truth? Had he really purchased a virgin sex-slave? He wasn't sure what to think. On one hand, he felt guilty. He would be taking something from her that she would never get back. Then again, the fact that she was a sex-slave and that he had purchased a human being was just as bad or worse, and he seemed to have gotten past both of those moral dilemmas.
Another part of Jarrod was extremely excited. He had never taken a girl's virginity before, and now he would. He would get to feel her tight, unfucked pussy stretching around him until her hymen finally gave way and his cock plunged into her. He would have something that no other man could ever have. The thought stirred an almost animalistic urge in Jarrod--- to conquer, to control, to own.
"Don't worry, slave. When tonight is over, you will know very well what it's like to be taken by a man. There will be pain, I assure you. I am going to fuck you. I am going to tear your virgin pussy open with my cock. You can scream as loud as you want. I will not tell you to be quiet. But I promise you, before long the pain will go away, and you will beg your master for more. You will beg me to fuck you over and over like the little slave that you are. Does that sound good to you? Are you ready to be my fuck-toy, slave?"