A Tale Waiting To Be Told.......(Open to one male)

[ChaosDAmore]

Dargno was a beautiful city that was on the ocean shore and nestled between two large, snow capped mountains. It was a quiet little town where everyone knew their neighbors and most people were wealthy. The main income for the town was the port that was located on the north side of the town where the ocean drained into a large river which lead to a large lake. The large port was the envy of many surrounding cities. It wasn't the goods or materials that the port brought in that caused the envy. It was the more precious cargo, the cargo no one spoke of or asked questions about. The cargo that entered Dargno just as silently as it arrived at the port.

Located inside the market place of the town was a large, concrete wall that formed a circle. The only entrance into the circle was a large iron door that was constantly guarded by two large men. This was the one place that the town's women were not allowed to enter. Only the wealthy town's men could enter through the door. It was the town's slave market and the business thrived in this town. Neighboring town's men would come to Dargno with the hopes of purchasing a slave. The town contracted a specific shipper that would have soldiers enter war torn towns and kidnap the girls within the town. The girls were only of the upmost beauty and of legal age. Slavery was not illegal but it was heavily frowned upon by some towns. Dargno was not one of them.

If a man was lucky enough to enter the slave market, he would notice it was not in the best condition. In the middle of the slave market was a black holding cell made of thick, steel walls and only one door. The door had a small viewing window but the sight from the door was restricted. Walking inside the holding cell was the best way to view the slaves. The slaves were chained to the walls. Their clothes were torn, tattered and filthy. The bodies of the slaves were covered in dirt and whatever else they were sitting in. Some of them hadn't been bathed or sprayed with water in days. Yet, their beauty shined through the dirt and grime.

It was a beautiful night in Dargno, the stars were shining down brightly on the town. Most townspeople were sleeping or preparing for tomorrows work, while others were at the port waiting for the new shipment of slaves. Just a little past midnight, the large ship docked itself and the slaves were lead off the ship. They were in hysterics but had been warned about screaming and kept to their sobs. Some of the town's women were peering out their windows as they watched the slaves being taken to the market.

As the sun broke through the town, the nights happenings were forgotten. Everyone went about their lives as the fresh shipment of slaves were being broken into submission. It wouldn't be too long until the market was open for the day and the town's men were excited for the new shipment. A gem had been caught in a town were most had died. The slave put the towns women to shame with her beauty. The large green eyes of the slave contrasted with her creamy white skin. The creamy white skin was paired with dark brown hair that reached her waist. She stood a mere five feet four inches tall and had curves like a man could only dream about. The first man to grab her from the market was in for a treat. She was untouched by another man's hand and was truely pure.
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This is not a typical slave market thread. This is meant as a romantic thread and will not be used for dominating or anything to that affect.

This thread will be open to one male. Please PM me if interested.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

"Oh come on, Warien. You live all alone in that big house your parents bought for you, you could use some company," the friend said. Wairen Octavius, heir to the Octavius Shipping Empire, sighed and put a hand through his dark blonde hair. He was 20 years old, and having finished his studies, his parents bought him a large homestead on the outskirts of Dargno, and handed him a coinpurse with enough funds for him to buy whatever he desired.

"Its not for me, Barrus," Warien replied. His friend and him walked along the streets of Dargno, two spoiled boys out looking for trouble. "I would feel guilty every time I looked at her,"

Barrus laughed, "Oh my. You are naive, Warien. Listen, your homestead is messier than a pig sty. At least purchase one to pick up after you. You can even pay her a decent wage if you want."

Warien shot his friend a glance while they rounded a corner. "Oh, so you can stop over and have your way with her while I'm off with father on a purchasing run?" Barrus grinned suggestively, but he did have a point. While growing up, he always had maids. His own homestead was now increasingly dirty. Besides, he was a terrible cook.

They entered the town's market square. The large circular wall was visible from here. Warien gazed at it for a moment, Barrus grinned, he knew there they were going to leave with a slave. "Lets go," he said.

A few minutes later, they were walked into the slave market. Has they walked in, Barrus whispered to Warien, "You'd think with all the money this place makes they'd fix it up a bit." The slave market was not in the best of shape, but none of the men gawking seemed to care.

They entered the holding cell and stood in the next, and started to look around at the gorgeous women chained to the walls. Despite their ruined clothing, and dirty faces, there was something sexual about them.

"Oooh, look at this one," Barrus remarked. He was staring at a nimble woman with olive skin, from some far away land. Her top was ripped, and falling aparting, giving a teasing view of her breast. "I like this one, Warien. Pick her."

The woman scowled at the two men, and Warien shook his head. He looked away and suddenly, his eyes fell upon one. She was shorter, yet had a beautiful face and sensual brown hair. She had a look of sadness on her face, yet wasn't hostile like the others.

Warien raised his hand and called the slavemaster over. "How much for this one?" he asked, looking at the young woman.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

The slave master glanced to Warien and Barrus, recognizing them from around the town. Warien did not strike the slave master as the type to own a slave for his personal use but then again, when men entered the slave market a different side to them came to the surface. The slave master, Gus, glanced to the one Barrus had wanted Warien to take but he knew that one would not fit in with Warien's taste. She was one of the slaves that had been in the market for a while and had not died from a sickness yet. Most of the men purchased her for the night then returned her the next day but she hadn't aged a day. These women were truly remarkable.

Gus glanced to the slave that had caught Warien's eye but it was no shock to him. She seemed to suit Warien's taste and she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful creature to have graced the slave market. Gus approached Warien and gave him a sly smirk, "Fine choice, sir. She just arrived this morning and has never been touched by another man before. A true rarity, she is. Many of the men who have entered the market today attempted to purchase her but she is priced higher than any other slave." Gus walked over to the young slave and unchained her from the wall then grabbed her by the wrist. She hadn't even had a chance to get to the her feet before he started to drag her across the rough floor by her wrist. The rough floor put scrapes and cuts along her legs and arms. Gus dropped her at Warien's feet as she sobbed and curled into a ball. "She isn't hostile at all and doesn't put up a fight as you see. She won't be hard to break and should be pretty pleasurable. The cost for her is 12 gold pieces. A little steep, I know, but she is well worth the cost." The slave master stood there rubbing his hands together in the hopes of making a sell.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien watched in disgust while Gus dragged the poor woman across the rough floor of the slave market, and then tossed her at his feet like trash. Gus declared the price, and Warien immediately reached for his coinpurse, but Barrus grabbed his friend's arm and spoke up.

"She's too shy for that kind of price. Probably will be shy in bed. 11 coins," he demanded. Before Gus could say anything, Warien pulled his hand away from Barrus and spoke up quickly.

"12 will be fine, Gus," he declared, and reached inside the small cloth bag, and handed 12 of the heavy gold coin over.

Barrus smiled and looked over the girl while Gus took the money. "Come on, Warien. Lets get her back to your homestead so we can show her what her duties shall be," he remarked. Barrus bend over and extended his open hand towards one of her supple breasts, but Warien placed a strong hand on his shoulder.

"No, Barrus. She's mine." Barrus gave his friend a look of disgust, and rose to his feet.

Warien extended a friendly hand to his slave to help her up. "Come along then," he said to the beautiful woman.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

The slave looked to Barrus and cringed slightly as his hand moved to her breasts. The other men that had looked at her in hopes of purchasing her had fondled her breasts while she sat there silently crying. She looked to Warien as he stopped his friend from touching then extended his hand out to her. The slave stared at Warien then stood on her own accord, leaving his hand hanging in the air. For all she knew, he was no different than the others and did not want any other man to touch her.

She stood about a foot and a half shorter than him and cringed slightly when he would look at her or even shift his weight towards her. A look of terror was painted on her face as she thought of the things that waited in the future. She made a feeble attempt to cover her tattered clothes with her arms and too cover her most secret places from the eyes of the passing towns men. Her large green eyes stared at the blood running down her legs from her various scrapes and cuts as the towns people, especially the men, stared at her with lust in their eyes.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien lead his slave out of the market square. Barrus volunteered himself to stay behind and make sure she didn't run off, although Warien's rare glance at the two behind him, it appeared he was enjoying the view of the slave's rear end, and skimpy cloth covering it. When the threesome became slowed down by mid-day foot traffic, Barrus took the chance to brush up against the slave and gently squeeze her ass, and Warien was totally unaware.

It was a 15 minute walk to Warien's large home outside the outskirts of his fair city. Once they arrived, Warien let his group inside, and lead them to the main living space where a few armchairs had been set up. Barrus grabbed a bottle of wine from a nearby wine rack, popped it open and drank directly from the bottle. "Lets break her in. I'll let you go first, mate."

"Nobody is breaking anybody in," Warien said to his friend. "What should I call you, miss?" he asked politely to the slave.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

The slave jumped slightly as Barrus grabbed at her ass while the unsuspecting Warien waited for the traffic to seize. A look of disgust crossed her face as she bit her lip and prayed the traffic would stop. She let out a sigh of relief as the traffic stopped as she was able to step out of the reach of Barrus but still kept stride with Warien.

She could not believe how beautiful the house was that Warien lead them too. The slave was from a small country town and lived in a small shack with her family but that was over now. She was now a slave and would never be looked at with any kind of respect again.

The words that came from Barrus' mouth instantly made her start sobbing as she retreated to a corner of the room and wrapped her arms around herself. "Pl.........please don't..........hurt me", she sobbed out while staring at Barrus with those large green eyes that were full of sadness. Some of the other slaves had explained to her what a slaves life was like and what she would be asked to do. It frightened her and disgusted her to think of what she would become.

She glanced to Warien as he spoke against his friends wishes and asked her what she was to be called. "What do you care? I mean nothing to you. I'm just something you own......." The slave instantly bit her tongue and waiting for her punishment that was sure to come.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien looked into the slave's eyes and felt sadness has she cried out. And then, she replied with a curt tongue to his question. Warien raised his eye brows, and Barrus glared at her, taking another swing from his wine bottle.

"Knock her up, Warien. Who does she think she is?" He shouted.

Warien sighed, fed up he turned to his friend. "Why don't you get lost, Barrus. I'll see you tomorrow for the knockball match."

Barrus grunted, and stood up in anger. Offended, he declared, "Well, I see what this is. Little Warien is head over heels for cute face and tight ass. Whatever mate, you better not be late, tomorrow," he sighed, before storming out with the wine.

Warien walked over to the corner where the slave was sitting. He got on his knees and his blue eyes match the slave's green ones. "I won't hurt you, miss. I'll be a kind master. I'm very compassionate," he said softly, taking her hand and planting a gentle kiss on it. He released her hand and then stood up, again offering her a hand. "Now, what should you be called?" he asked.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

She watched silently as Warien defended her from the rage of Barrus. It was like nothing she had seen before in the market. The men who came to the market were ruthless and didn't care for the slaves well being but Warien, he was different. For some reason, she had gotten lucky when Warien purchased her from the market. There was something about him that made him stand out from the other men she had come in contact with.

The slave looked at Warien as she approached her then knelt down in front of her. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as he kissed her hand then stood up and extended his hand to help her up. Her small hand grabbed his gently as she pulled herself up from the floor. "I....I'm sorry. I did not mean to speak in such a manner early." The slave looked to the ground in shame, remembering how she repaid Warien's attempt at kind words. "My name is Alandria but I was always called Dria."

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien listened to her apology and nodded. "It is alright, Dria. I can only imagine how you must be treated at the slave market. Well, I have no desire to take your virginity, but I do need a domestic servant, has you can tell," he gestured around the messy room.

"You clean up and cook for me and my guests and I'll pay you a fair wage and give you a little respect," he offered politely.

"Now, first things first, come with me," he asked, and lead the girl down a few winding corridors to a small bed room with a simple bed and dresser, and an archway to a simple bath chamber.

"You'll be staying here. I'm afraid I don't have any items for you, but if you draw yourself a bath I can run back into town and purchase some outfits for you, Dria," he offered.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria nodded slightly at his requests for the tasks she would be tending too. "I can manage those tasks easily but I won't need a wage. I would have nothing to spend it on." A small smile appeared on those large rosy red lips as she looked at Warien. She hadn't smiled in quite some time but she felt somewhat content at the moment. Warien made her feel safe but only time would tell if it lasted.

She followed him down the corridors and looked at her room then glanced to him as he offered to purchase her clothing from the town. Her eyes looked down at her tattered clothes and she blushed slightly having forgotten she was practically naked. "I would appreciate that. I will clean while you are gone and then take my bath before bed. Is that alright with you?"

Dria walked around the room slowly and glanced out the small window then looked back to Warien having become aware he was watching her. "What should I call you? Master or Warien?", she asked him while walking back in his direction.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien stopped his in tracks and thought about her question. "Warien, I suppose. I never took a liking to titles," he said. He moved to the door and swung a cloak over his broad muscular shoulders. "I should be back in 30 minutes, Dria," he proclaimed, before exiting his house.

While he walked back into town, he considered what he would do if he returned and she wasn't there. He realized that there was nothing keeping her from running off, or getting into his bedroom where he kept his bow and arrows for hunting and kidnapping him when he returned.

When he arrived at one of the finer clothiers in town, he thought about Dria. She was very attractive, and had a very sensual body, but Warien couldn't bring himself to make any advances on her, especially since he defended her in front of Barrus and defended her before.

He purchased several simple, yet elegant outfits for her to wear during the day, and a comfortable pair of purple velvet pajamas for her to wear at night (has well has the essentials, underwear, socks and the like). He also picked another outfit, a very sexy one-piece undergarment made of red lace. The female clothier, an old lady name Beth, smiled at the last item. She asked who he was courting, and he replied no one, that it was a gag gift for a male friend.

With his purchases done, he left the store and headed back for his homestead, debating if she should give the red lace outfit to Dria or simply hide it for now. He arrived at his front door, and walked in silently.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria was rather nervous about being left alone in the large house. What if she broke something during cleaning? How would she explain that to Warien? What would she do if Barrus made a surprise stop at Warien's house. She shook her head slightly and walked into the main living room then blinked slightly. The living room was in such disarray but she knew it needed to be cleaned. She sighed a little then started to clean the living room.

Before Dria knew it, she was cleaning the kitchen after finished the living room, dining room and hallway. It had been nearly an hour that Warien was gone and she was beginning to get worried. She finished the cleaning the kitchen and started to look through the refrigerator to see what Warien had. Dria grabbed a mixture of vegetables, a couple of large steaks and a bottle of wine. She started to search around for a frying pan while making a commotion of noise. She didn't even hear Warien enter the house. The frustration was written on her face as she tried to find a frying pan. "Doesn't this man have anything in order?", she mumbled to herself and stomped her foot then crossed her arms in front of her chest.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien was a little hurt by her comment, but couldn't complain. "Well, I'm sorry. Maybe you can help me with that," he said softly, approaching her from behind.

He looked the kitchen and smiled, "You did a good job. Why don't you bathe now, Dria. I brought you these," he said, offering the cloth bag containing the small collection of clothes he had purchased for her.

"Your filthy. Clean up and then you can prepare me dinner, hm?" he offered to the woman.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria jumped at the sound of Warien's voice from behind her then saw the hurt in his eyes from her comment. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that there aren't cabinets designated for certain kitchen tools. Like a cabinet for plates, cups and such." She smiled slightly as she took the bag of clothes then glanced up at him. "Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me. You won't regret this, I promise." Dria looked at the food and made sure it was situated before heading to her bedroom.

She entered the small bedroom and closed the door then smiled slightly at the quietness of the room. A small frown came across those lips as she remembered that she was still someones slave and could go back to the slave market at any point. She sighed a little then headed into the bathroom and started to draw herself a bath. Dria slid into the bath tub then relaxed slightly while washing away the grime and filth.

After about 45 minutes or so, Dria was heading back downstairs wearing the velvet pajama pants and the matching tank top then headed into the kitchen. Her hair was still wet and clinging to her face and body as she made her way towards Warien. "I hate to bother you but do you have something I can pull my hair back with. I would rather you not find my hair in your food.", she laughed slightly then rubbed the pajama pants. "These are really comfortable. Thank you. I really appreciate the clothes."

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien was reading the latest news scroll on shipping news when he heard Dria's soft voice behind him. He stood up and smiled. "Sure, let me find it," he said. He avoided looking directly at her, her wet hair and skin only added to her beauty.

After digging through a small closet, he found a small rubber band and tossed it to her. "Well, if you wouldn't mind, Dria. Some dinner would be nice," he asked politely to the young women.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria smiled and caught the rubber band then pulled her hair back in a loose pony tail. "Thank you. I will start dinner now for you." She looked at him then headed into the kitchen to make his dinner. Living with Warien wasn't all that bad but she could tell it wouldn't be easy when Barrus was around. She sighed softly then found a frying pan and put some butter in the pan to melt. Once the butter was melted, she cut the steaks into bite sized chunks then put the steak in the frying pan. She looked around slightly as the steak cooked then thought about Warien in the living room. A part of her wished he was in the kitchen with her, keeping her company, but the other half liked the quietness and being alone.

She checked the steak and saw that it was almost finished then she put the vegetables in the same pan with the steak then poured some wine in the pan. A loud sizzle came from the kitchen and a lot of smoke but Dria stayed quiet as she cooked. She stirred the steak and vegetables then started to set the table for him. Dria poured him a glass of wine then set it next to his plate before grabbing the pan full of steak and vegetables. She carried the pan to the table and put a nice helping of it on his plate then she headed into the living room. "Dinner is ready Warien."

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Although he stared at the scroll, he couldn't keep his mind off Dria. She was in his kitchen, making him dinner. Her curves, hair, all of it was his. His manhood wanted him to push her against the wall, but again, he knew he couldn't.

Dria suddenly called, "Dinner is ready Warien." Warien stood up and walked into the kitchen. The meal appeared excellent. Warien smiled. "Thank you, Dria. Please, feel free to make yourself something," he remarked, before sitting down at the table.

He started eating the meal and then took a sip of wine. "This is fantastic, Dria," he said in between bites while he continued eating. "Feel free to join me," he said, turning around watching her cook her own meal.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria smiled then put the rest of the food on a plate and poured herself a glass of wine before joining him at the table. She smiled as he complimented her cooking, "If there was one thing I was good at, it was cooking. Just always had a niche for it, I suppose." She took a bite of the food and smiled some then sipped her wine. "What do you do for work, Warien? This is quite a lavish house and you are quite young. Please, correct me if I'm being forward. I'm just naturally curious." She laughed slightly then finished her food and her wine.

She stood up from the table and took Warien's plate then her own to bring into the kitchen. Dria placed the dinnerware in the sink and started to wash them while whistling softly and still listening to Warien as he spoke with her. "What is knockball?", she asked him as she turned around to look at him from inside the kitchen.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien smiled at her questions. He wasn't sure if it was a good thing, but he couldn't refuse her. "Technically, I hold a position with in my father's shipping company. Dargno is a port city, and my father started with a single shipping boat. Now he owns a fleet of 20 large vessels," Warien explained. "I generally over see large transport orders, usually ones worth 100 gold or larger," he said.

While she cleaned up their plates, she asked another question about knockball. "Oh, its a sport. With balls and clubs. Barrus and I played in school. We're off to see the professionals play tomorrow. Dragno is facing Sravil, a tough team from the Northern Mountain Ridge. Should be a good match," Warien explained, when he realized he was getting away from himself.

He poured himself and Dria another glass of wine and lead her to the living room, where he sat down in an arm chair. "Tell me about yourself, Dria. Where did you live, you know. Before," he asked.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria took a seat in one of the large chairs and took the glass of wine that Warien was offering her. His question had caught her off guard and her eyes fell to the floor as a look of sadness overcame her face. "I lived in a small farming town with my father, two older brothers and my baby sister. My mother had passed away when she was giving birth to my younger sister, so I was left to take care of the rest of my family. I loved doing it though", she explained to Warien as a couple of tears fell from her eyes. Dria stood up from the chair and walked over to the large window and stared out into the night.

She glanced at Warien from over her shoulder then looked back to the dark streets. "It wasn't long after my mother died when the war broke out in our small town. A neighboring town attempted to overtake our town and before I knew it, I was alone. My brothers and father went off to fight for our town while I was left there with my sister. I never saw them again and I don't think I ever will. During the night, someone entered our house and took my sister but left me behind. The next night is when I was taken and brought here"

Dria wiped some tears from her eyes then finished her glass of wine with a soft sigh. She glanced back at Warien, "I think I'm going to head to bed. If you need me, I'll be in my room and I probably won't be sleeping. I will finish cleaning tomorrow while you are at the knockball game, unless you wish for me accompany you?" She set her wine glass down then headed towards her room but stopped before she entered the corridor so she could hear Warien's response.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Warien listened to Dria's response and stopped. He would love for her to be her guest, but he didn't want to have to put up with Barrus and his comments all afternoon. "Uh, no, Dria. I'll need you to be here, sorry. You know," he said. That appeared to be fine with her, and she went off to her bedroom.

He grabbed the wine glasses and put them in the stack of dishes to be washed. He put out the lights and started for the steps to the second floor when there was a loud knock at the door. He sprinted down to the front door and spotted a messenger, one commonly employed by his father, for important messengers. The man carried a torch, but no sealed scroll.

"Sir, Count Octavius sends for you immediately. One of his fleet has been sunk by a foreign navy. He needs to speak with you at once," the messenger explained.

"Oh hell," Warien shouted. He grabbed a robe from a nearby rack. He spirited out of the door, and started quickly down the road to his family's mansion, a short jog away.

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Barrus stepped out the brush surrounding the edge of Warien's homestead and slapped the messenger on the back. "Good work, Poulo," he said, and tossed the boy a single gold coin. The messenger nodded and walked off down the dark path. Barrus smiled and walked into Warien's home.

He made his way to the slave's room and knocked on her door before letting himself in. "Well hello there, beautiful," he said. Barrus had spent the evening at the pub, and his dialect had a hint of alcohol in it. He sat down on the end of her bed, without asking. "Tell me, honey, do you dream and touch yourself at night?" he asked, with malice in his voice.

 

[ChaosDAmore]

Dria blinked slightly as she heard the door to the home slam shut then open quietly. She had a bad feeling but she knew Warien would keep her safe from harm and surely no one would enter his home at night. A look of confusion spread across her face as the door to her room swung open and the smell of stale alcohol entered her nostrils. "Warien? Is that you", she asked the figure and was greeted by Barrus' voice. A small scream escaped her lips as she gripped her bedsheets and pulled them tightly around herself.

She quickly jumped off the bed and lost her footing since she was so tangled in the bed sheets. Dria fell to the floor in a soft thud then crawled across the floor to get as far away from Barrus as possible. "Go away! Where's Warien!?", she screamed at Barrus as tears stung her eyes and threatened to roll down her cheeks. This couldn't be happening to her. Why wasn't Warien around? Had Barrus paid him for some time with Dria............

 

[TheAntiRebel]

The trail hit a gentle slope and then finally stopped at the front gate of the proud Octavius estate. Warien, out of breath, spirited up, and jumped over the gate and ran up to the front door, finally coming to a stop. He raised his fist and banged several times on the thick oak door, and then waited for an answer.

He glanced around, and noticed no lights were on in his parent's home. He found it odd his father could be sleeping at a time like this. He waited what seemed like an lifetime when he saw a few lights turn on in the back of his house, and the door unlocked and opened. A older, yet still stunning female face met his. It was Amecia, his father's "comfort woman". He had purchased her after his mother and him had decided to sleep in separate beds, much to Warien's displeasure.

"Amecia, where is my father!" Warien shouted.

"Sleeping, Master Warien. Why?" she asked, confused and tired.

"Didn't he summon me? I was told there was a business problem via messenger."

"This is news to me, Master. However, your father had a disagreement with the messenger guild master. He hasn't used a messenger all week," Amecia said softly. Despite her age and status. She was classically beautiful and elegant, despite what his father must do with her.

A thought crossed Warien's mind. He shouted, "DRIA!" and turned, sprinting back towards his homestead, faster than he had ran here.

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Barrus watched Dria fall to the floor and retreat to the corner, covering herself with the bedsheets. He smiled and approached her. His manhood was hard, and he wanted it pleasured.

Barrus sat his oversized frame on the ground and moved uncomfortably close to Dria. He placed an aggressive hand on her shoulder. "You never answered my question, woman. Do you touch yourself at night?" he replied. He positioned his waist so his bulging crotch was clearly visible.


((OOC: My 400th, post... ))

 

[ChaosDAmore]

The sight of arousal in Barrus' trousers made Dria nauseous and she actually came close to throwing up on the floor. She cringed as Barrus placed his hand on her shoulder then asked her the question again. "Don't touch me! I swear to God!", she screamed at Barrus then pushed him away from her. She jumped up and attempted to run from Barrus but he was quicker than she was. Barrus grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the floor then climbed on top of her clumsly.

Dria screamed loudly and started sobbing heavily as Barrus' body weight crushed her to the floor. "Warien!", she screamed loudly and struggled beneath Barrus' heavy weight. "Let me go.........Please let me go.............", she sobbed and covered her face with her hands. She had given up on trying to fight Barrus. All she could do now was wait for it to be over or wait for help that wasn't coming.