A slaves rites

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Rachel was led up the stairs leading to the stage. It was her turn; she froze halfway up the stairs. I can’t do this. There has to be another way.

The following behind grabbed her by the shoulders, rudely and abruptly interrupting her thoughts. “You better behave yourself little girl. You don’t want your brother to pay the debt himself do you?”

If someone had poured cold water over here head it would have been warmer then the chill that went down Rachel’s spine at the idea of what would happen to her brother if he was forced to pay the debt off him self. She knew that there was no there way. If she didn’t go though with it her brother would pay the priced and a dear on it would be. That alone was all the encouragement she needed to pull her self together and finish walking up the steps.

Richard was Rachel’s older brother by three minutes. But to Rachel continuous frustrations he had never acted the role, fate or birth ad given him. Instead Richard preferred that Rachel care for and look out for his welfare. So because of this Richard became reckless. In fact it was this recklessness that put Rachel walking up the steps at this very moment. If he hadn’t gambled all that money she would not be literally selling herself to the highest bidder.

Rachel felt the man behind her give her another nudge. She walked to the middle of the stage and stopped to stand beside the raised podium in the middle of the stage. She did a very good impression of a military turn and faced the stage. If she had been wearing shoes everyone would have heard the click of her heels as she faced the audience. She held her hand clenched into fists at her sides.

“Lot 96. Today Ladies and Gentlemen we have an extremely rare treat. A fresh slate, so to speak. An untamed tigress. This lovely creature beside me is as pure as the newly fallen s now. In fact honored guests she is so pure that she comes with on unbroken hymen.” The auctioneer could hear the crowd buzzing with the news. “She is also completely untrained. A perfect subject to mould however you desire. This specimen is young 26 years old and I have it on very good authority that it is very flexible as well. The bidding will start at two thousand dollars.

The bidding went off at a feverish pace, but at small amounts. No bid so far had come close to the 50 thousand needed to pay off her brother’s debt. Rachel was struck with a flash of fear, if enough money was not raised what would happen to Richard? She would have done all of this for nothing and would be in absolutely no position to help him after as well. Rachel felt like crying but only her will not to let these monsters in the audience see her break kept the tears welled in her eyes. The bidding started to die down. The auctioneer looked at Rachel. She was still wearing the red dressing gown. He waved his hand to the ‘gorilla man’ (as Rachel called him) that had followed her onto the stage to remove the garment.

The Gorilla stepped up behind Rachel and reached in front of her to untie the belt holding the gown closed, Before Rachel could stop him he had the belt untied and pushed off her shoulders where it polled at her feet. Rachel immediately moved to cover herself but the man behind her was quicker, he captured her wrists and held them behind her back. She tried to break free, which only caused him to raise her hands further up her back which in turn made her go up onto her tiptoes and pushed her pert c cup boobs to push out and her back to arch.

Sabre Norrigton had watched the girl take the stage with on mild curiosity. When the bidding had reached twenty thousand he had not thought her worth it. That was until the dressing gown had been removed. And she had started to struggle. She had long brown hair that had a slight wave and ended just below her ass. He could see that she was a natural brunette. Her tits were just the right size he thought. Big enough to give her cleavage, but small enough to be perky. Her areolas were very large, they were a milky chocolate brown in color. Since the room was of a comfortable temperature, He could tell that she was aroused just by the way her nipps were at attention. She had good breeding hips he thought to himself with a smile. Her legs were also very nice, they go on forever.

Sabre just had to have her. He raised his hand and spoke the words that surprised him and every one else in the room. “One hundred thousand dollars.”

The room went deathly silent. Everyone turned towards Sabre’s table in the back of the dining room. The auctioneer was the first to collect him self. “Going once…….Going twice………..Sold to the lone gentleman at table fifteen for one hundred thousand dollars.

Rachel heard the bang of the auctioneers gravel on the podium. Rachel couldn’t believe it. The cold reality of it all set in. She had just sold herself into slavery for five years. Her whole body went numb, she couldn’t move. She didn’t even feel the ‘gorilla man’ let go of her wrists. It wasn’t until she felt his hands on her shoulders did she begin to move into the back room again. To wait for the man that had just bought her.
 
Sabre

Sabre; inherited wealth, brooding dark features, 6 ft 1 inches tall, dominate, owns land and a mansion, complete with a stable where he breeds fine stallions, presently engaged to be married to the rich, spoiled daughter of a friend, prefers his playboy lifestyle

Sabre was not really sure why he purchased the wench for such a large sum, but money was not a problem for him. Besides, she was young and pretty, beautiful even, if not innocent, and their were many cruel men here who would abuse such an enticing prize. Sabre questioned his own motives for being at the auction where they sold flesh, but he was in need of a servant to tend to his large estate. And then their was his bride to be, Regina Mansfeild, with the wedding less than two months off, who surely would not approve of his being here in the first place, but Sabre was not concerned, he was the master of his household and would always be in control.

Sabre walked into the backroom to claim his purchase. She was standing there, naked and vurnable, her eyes downcast. He sensed her fear at the unknown. Sabre, his black boots thupping on the floor, completed a full circle around his slave...
 
Rachel waited as the strange man walked around her. She could feel his eyes roam over every inch of her body. She crossed her left arm over her breats, her right she placed in front of her vagina. She didn't know what this man wanted form her, but she did know that she had never seen a man as hansome as him.

Several minutes passed in silence. Rachel looked up into the man that was now her "owner". She looked into his eyes.

"What...."Fear made her voice break so that it was almost a squeel. "What are you going to do with me?" Rachel asked.
 
" What...what are you going to do with me ? " she asked, with fear in her voice, although her eyes boldly met his.

" Whatever I wish. " Sabre smirked.

For a moment they stared at each other, until Rachel gazed downward at the floor. Sabre moved behind his slave, inspecting her shapely ass cheeks.

" Lesson number one. From now on, you shall always address me as your 'Master', or 'Sir'. Anything else will result in severe punishment, do you understand ? "

Rachel nodded, saying nothing. His fingers carressed the round curves of her buttocks, unable to resist touching his purchase. Sabre leaned towards his slave, whispering a warning into her ear, " I expect complete obediance, and will tolerate nothing less. "

Sabre held out his palm and the huge slavemaster who had been watching with a hungary expression placed a black leather studded collar into his hand. This was fastened around her neck and next a length of chain was attached. The red dressing gown was draped about her shoulders, and Rachel was led outside to the waiting carriage.
 
The collar and leash had been snapped around her neck with lightning speed. Before she even knew what was happening she felt the tug on the leash. She fell to the floor.

Sabre never stopped he just gave another tug on on the leash. Rachel relized she had two choices stay on the floor and face "punishment" or get up and fallow Sabre. She chose the later

She blushed as she was led back out through the public area or the club. she could feel everybody's eyes on her. She kept her eyes down and her arms at her side.

She gasped when she saw the crest on the side of the carrige. On it was the family crest of the Norrigton family.

Oh god, no, no, no. This can't be happening. Not him, not him. She thought to her self. She knew who this was, Sabre Norrington, her former fiance's older brother. The richest man in the colines.

She had loved Joshua, with all her heart until his death. Joshua had died in a carriage accident coming from her house. Sabre blamed her and her family he had pushed them almost into proverty. So far that she had to sell herself so that her younger sisters may have a chance at a proper marrige.

She sat on the oppisite side of the carriage, keeping her eyes down she didn't think that Sabre would know who she was the name she had given the aucion house had been a fake, and they had never met.
 
Sabre had been slightly amused when the silly wench had thrown herself on the floor, as if that act alone was going to save her from her fate. He simply gave a tug on the leash and the young girl followed reluctantly. If she had not, Sabre would have been forced to deal with her in public.

Once inside the plush carriage she remained aloof, refusing to meet his gaze. Nevertheless, Sabre studied the young female who sat across from him. She was very pretty, and had a nice body, the swell of her breasts which the gown did little to hide, was enticing to say the least, but apparently the wench came from the lower class or else she wouldn't be in this position.

" So,what is your given name ? And don't lie to me. " Sabre asked, running the leather riding crop through his fingers. He tapped the satin covered seat beside him, indicating that Rachel should sit next to him.
 
Rachel looked at Sabe, of course he wasn;t gonna make this easy. Alow her to keep some dignity. That would be too much to ask.

She kept her head down and gazed at the floor as she moved to the spot Sabre had patted, She was careful to not touch him, or brush up against him.

"My name is Rachel Sir. Just Rachel."
 
the carriage

"My name is Rachel, Sir. Just Rachel. "

She had moved next to him on the seat, as he had commanded, but naturally she remained rigid and standoffish.

" Well Rachel, or whoever you may be, are you frightened of your new master ? " Sabre asked, his fingers boldly dissappearing underneath her robe to softly carress her nipple, deciding to toy with his innocent slave.
 
Rachel gasped as Sabre's fingers circled her nipple. Fire shot strainght to the forbidden place between her legs.

Oh what irony. To feel this way by the very man that forced her into this life.

"Of course I am afraid of you sir, who is not afraid of the great Sabre Norrington?"

Rachel never knew what had come over her, but before she knew she had slapped him. The sound vibrated though the carrige. Rachel moved for the door of the carrige but was not quick enough. Sabre grabbed a hold of her and she was once agian trapped
 
the carriage

" Of course I am afraid of you, sir, who is not afraid of the great Sabre Norrington ? " Rachel said, being as meek as a kitten. Suddenly and unexpectantly, she turned and slapped him on the face. He was stunned. Rachel moved towards the door, trying to escape.

" You little fool ! " Sabre muttered, furious. He grapped her and they struggled for a moment. She fought like a wildcat but Sabre was much stronger. He managed to grab both of her wrists and subdue her from behind.

'' You will pay for that, wench. You will learn never to strike your master, or anyone else of noble birth." Sabre hissed through gritted teeth, pushing her onto his lap and easily tearing the thin materail of the robe completely from her body. Within seconds, Rachel was naked, her creamy white ass exposed. Sabre brought his hand down sharply across both cheeks. [ SLAP ]

" Now, Rachel, you may beg for mercy ! " he sneered, and once again Sabre slapped her, stinging her cheeks.
 
" Now, Rachel, you may beg for mercy ! " he sneered, and once again Sabre slapped her, stinging her cheeks.

Slap after slap landed on Rachel's ass. The sound echoed through the carriage, loud in Rachel's ears. She was not going to beg for anything from that monster. Her blood was a noble as his, how dare he treat like a common trollop. It slipped her mind that he was treating her just as she protrayed herself to be.

As several minutes passed Rachel's ass felt like it was on fire. She has started to groan as each slap hit her ass. Tears rolled down her face. She felt so humliated, displayed like this, punished as if she was a little child.

And yet she couldn't deny the wetness between her legs. She couldn't stand it any more.

Rachel screamed out for mercy. "Please Master, Please stop, Please, Please. No more, Please no more. I'm sorry master, Please, I won't do it agian, Plases stop, oh god, please please please, sorry, sorry,"

Rachel just, repeated the last two words over and over untill the spanking stoped. She dared not move a muscle without permission from her "Master".
 
The more she whimpered and pleaded for foregiveness, combined with the way Rachel twisted her young, naked ass around on his lap caused Sabre's cock to stiffen, pressing against the tight confines of his britches. Realizing that he had made his new slave suffer enough, he stopped smacking her bright red derriere and gently massaged her tender flesh.

" You forced this punishment upon yourself, although I will not apoligze for being cruel. You will eventually learn complete obediance to your master. "

Taking advantage of Rachels helplessness, Sabre's finger slipped down between the crack of her ass until it touched the slippery folds of her pussy.

" Ah, did the spanking excite you, Rachel ? '' Sabre asked surprised at the discovery, and wanting to taunt her into submission.
 
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