Artemidorus
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Arabella awoke with groggy uncertainty. Under any other circumstances she would be thrilled. The bed she was in was completely silk, from the down stuffed pillows, to the comforter and the sheets and the massive canopy that covered it.
That last few months had been rough; excruciatingly so. Her mother passed away, and her step father sold her as if she was a piece of property. He insisted he needed the money for her sisters, and that being the oldest, Arabella should understand. But Arabella didn't understand. Constance and Shania were fat lazu brats, and no even her real sisters. She has gained them when she lost everything; when her mother married this wretched man to put a roof over their heads.
Arabella was passed around. She was gorgous, but she was leased as a cook and a cleaner, her mistress would allow no man to penetrate her and rob her of her maidenhood. She didn't stop her from letting the men violate her though. She had to make up with the restraint of her lower hole with her mouth and her hands and her breasts. It wasn't often though, and Mistress Gretchen kept her well fed and groomed and dressed.
She had grown to care for her mistress. She was a warm woman, even if she used Ara for money. That's why Ara was distraught when she found out she was being sold. Mistress had finally found a high enough bidder, someone willing to pay heartily for her virginity and training. It was a teary goodbye, but they were both ready to move on.
So when Arabella awoke in a strange bed in a strange, exuberant mansion she tried to remember the previous night. She remembered arriving... She remember saying goodbye to mistress and approaching the house with her things... Then... Men.
The master... His sons... The butler... It was too much. They were huge and hairy and... Monstrous. Arabella had fainted.
And when she awoke she was in this bed. She felt a presence in thebroom with her.
That last few months had been rough; excruciatingly so. Her mother passed away, and her step father sold her as if she was a piece of property. He insisted he needed the money for her sisters, and that being the oldest, Arabella should understand. But Arabella didn't understand. Constance and Shania were fat lazu brats, and no even her real sisters. She has gained them when she lost everything; when her mother married this wretched man to put a roof over their heads.
Arabella was passed around. She was gorgous, but she was leased as a cook and a cleaner, her mistress would allow no man to penetrate her and rob her of her maidenhood. She didn't stop her from letting the men violate her though. She had to make up with the restraint of her lower hole with her mouth and her hands and her breasts. It wasn't often though, and Mistress Gretchen kept her well fed and groomed and dressed.
She had grown to care for her mistress. She was a warm woman, even if she used Ara for money. That's why Ara was distraught when she found out she was being sold. Mistress had finally found a high enough bidder, someone willing to pay heartily for her virginity and training. It was a teary goodbye, but they were both ready to move on.
So when Arabella awoke in a strange bed in a strange, exuberant mansion she tried to remember the previous night. She remembered arriving... She remember saying goodbye to mistress and approaching the house with her things... Then... Men.
The master... His sons... The butler... It was too much. They were huge and hairy and... Monstrous. Arabella had fainted.
And when she awoke she was in this bed. She felt a presence in thebroom with her.