The Life of a Slave(Open to 1 male or M/F couple)

The Life of a Slave

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 exercises, 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 clientele 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 least one male player, possibly one male and one female if anyone out there wants to play a couple. Please, if you're looking at joining, make sure you can write out posts that are at least 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.))

Commander George Stonefield is an afro american soldier of the USA Army, formerly of a group of special infiltration, marine soldiers, he was currently assigned as the commander of a large base near the borderlines of Iran, a place far from most civilized places and the en were restless with so few women, the few female soldiers were often used to vent frustration upon, and they didn't seem to complain, even when fucked bareback. But things were getting a bit dull with the female soldiers being deported, as they had gotten pregnant, so george decided to get himself and the men some more... permanent entertainment.

Having gotten words about a slave seller near one of the cities George went there to get himself a fuck toy for him and his men. When he got there he paid the arab no mind as he praised the different girls, but his eyes were glued on one, she looked like she had been there for a while. And boy was she a hot piece of ass and boobs. "I will take her, and don't try to cheat me on the price, she's half starved, if yo udo I will have the miltiary breaking down this place before lunch." the fat arabb nodded quickly and gave a more reasonable price for the woman and george had her put into a crate with airholes, nude, as she wouldn't be wearign anything any time soon anyway.

with his newly brought ware on his jeep's back the commander drove back to his camp, but not before activating a small sender he had place on the arab's robe, wthiin twenty four hours would some of his own forces bustdown that business, take the girls to his camp and make it look like someone else had done it, he would also get a lot of cash from it. Heh he should have thought of this earlier.

"What a way to kill five birds with one shotgun hehehe." Smocking his cigar the commander looked up at the burning sun and snorted, the base was soon within sight and his jeep soon entering a hangar where he had his men take the crate to an open hangar of no use, and opened it, revealing the base's new entertainment.

OOC: Bumping.