Slave Auction

Lord Montebank:

'The second chink in her mental armor,' he thinks to himself with a little smile.

The braid is incredibly long and incredibly thick when it's completed. The cord he'd fetched has been braided into it and adds to it's length.

Now he pulled on it gently and used the end of the braid to tickle her ass and shaved pussy lips softly and gently as her purring deepened.
 
Tensed up massively at the touch he was making. More of a scared resistance than anything else. Inside the perfectly, well toned round cheeks, were scars of mistreatment. Scars that looked like claw marks, reaching down towards the slit of the tender pussy. Now that my hair was not hiding anything and he was able to see everything. This may explain why I was so hostle, having a bad experience with a previous owner was never good.

I stayed tensed, still and quiet. Tears started to stream down alittle at the flashbacks of what caused those scars. Not wanting it to happen again, yet being utterly helpless.... It just may whether I like it or not.
 
Lord Montebank:

Low and quielty, "What unmitigated bounder and fool did this to you little one? How was it done and why? In the names of all of the Gods explain to me for I can't comprehend something that would scar like this or a reason for it," he says as he holds you against his body.
 
At this I started to cry against my will. "It...... It does not matter who anymore, he is dead.....As for how and why, ...... I do not know. He kept me blindfolded from day one, would come home drunk, tie me down.... even more so than you have.... a lot more..... sometimes it felt like......." Couldn't finish, didn' want to.

"He did things whether my body wanted it or not, it......it hurt evey time..." Whispering that last little part, lowering my head again, ashamed of the tears.

"I haven't allowed anyone to touch me since, you are the only one that has gotten this far......It scares me...." Seriously said to much, quickly silenced myself trying to not make things worse on myself. I have no idea if he heard that last little part, chances are he did.
 
Lord Montebank:

"We've only just met my slave, but let me promise and assure you that you'll never be treated thusly here.
"If you deserved to be punished then you will be. Sometimes painfully others in a humiliating manner and others as a test of your patience, but I will Never scar you like that for any reason at all short of trying to take my life that is.
"I will also hurt you, but it will be the pain you crave, as we both know, and not a horrendous pain or disfigurment like that. Instead an erotic pain that will cause you to cum as you did earlier because of the clit leash.
"I will also have sex with you every place on or in your body I wish, but again never like that slave.
"You have my word on that and I never break my word. Never by all the Gods."
 
Lifted my head at his words, closing my eyes once again. Calming down from the crying. Tears still streamed down my face, regardless of how I fought to keep them back.

"We shall see, You have so far kept what you have said. Words and promises are always meant to be broken, as you can tell from those scars..... m'lord.." M' last lord made the same promise, but his word lasted long enough to get home, then it was broken."

"We shall see." whispered as I lowered my head once again.
 
Lord Montebank:

"We'll see indeed slave and also how well you behave and obey. The better the fewer and less severe any punishments there will be or they will need to be.
"Enough for today. I will remove the clit clamp now and we both know how it will hurt. Scream it will help and this room is sound proofed."

He squats between your legs and quickly pinches and removes the clamp from your very swollen clit then he sucks it into his mouth and rubs it with his tonuge, licks and rubs all over all of it as two fingers fuck your wet cunt at the same time the agony and deeply intense pleasure consumes you.
 
I didn't say anything, he told me to scream, almost wanted to but it didn't come out it just wouldn't. Held my breath tight an hard when he took that thing off. Almost forgot how much pain my clit was in, the leash was on it for so long, stopped thinking about it. Sharp pains did shoot through every nerve as he started licking at the painfully swollen clit. Was some what replaced with pleasure of his fingers exploring deeply into depths of the wet cunt.

Started gasping for air, sentive clit making me shake like I have never done before. Gripping the binds at my wrists holding onto the chains with a death grip. Tensing up again while letting out my first scream having the kind of orgasm that I like. It just was never the same with silent orgams, needed the scream. And my screaming orgasm came quickly, didn't seem to surprise him though.
 
Lord Montebank:

His mouth moves just long enough for him to yell over your screams, "YESSS! CUMMMM FOR ME! SCREAM AND CUMMM FOR ME MY SLAVE!" Then he sucks your throbbing swollen clit in and continues it tongue tormenting as another finger's added to those already fucking your spasming cunt.
 
Screams and whimpers filled the air, quaking so hard in the binds that held me. His words only made me cum that much harder,

"YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" It felt nothing like M' last lord. This one seemed to actually care? His touch was strong enough to snap me in half if given the chance, yet the way he stroked my hair showed that his word could be true.

Another finger was added, "OOOOOOOOO GO'''''''''......panting for more air...... THAT FEEEEELLSS GOOOOOOOOOOOOD M'LORD.."

More cum came seeping out, allowing more fingers, begging for more.
 
Lord Montebank:

A fourth finger is added to her cunt, truly stretching it and his thumb pushed into her ass so both openings were being fucked as his mouth lifed once more.

"Who owns you. Who's my slave?" he shouts as thumb and fingers drive into you again and his mouth reclaims the clit he owns to tease, torment, torture and arouse it to see just how high you can go.
 
Growling at his words, refusing to say, to let him hear what he wants to. I've let him hear to mch as it is with mymmmmmmmmmmmm "Ohhhhhhh mmmmmm" Screams.

Ass tightens greatly when he pusshes through, not liking his thumb being there. At the same time it actually felt good. "AHHHHhhhaaaa DAMN...." Cutting my sentece off almost letting out what he wants to hear, yet caught myself enough to not continue with my words.
 
LOrd Montebank:

His teeth nibble on your incredibly sensitive clit between licks and flicks from his tongue on it. Then is stops although the fingers and thumbs continue to fuck you in both places.
You're now swinging to and fro from the intensity he using so your meeting his hand each time he fills your waiting and eager holes.

"Say it. Admit it. You know. I know slave. Say it," and again his mouth claims what he's been teasing and torturing with such sweet torture.
 
Growling through my teeth between the screams, fighting so hard to not say the words. He could keep this up alot longer than I could, with my clit being as sensitive as it was. A few mins would seem like hours, hours of me quaking, spasms shooting through every nerve. Making me cum after cum, never knowing when the orgasms begin or end.

He seemed like the type that would keep doing this till I did cave in. Shaking my head from side to side, my legs begin to shake violently. My screams giving him the greatest pleasure any master had ever known.
Without truly realizing it the words came flowing out;
"YYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU..... you own meeeeeeee........m'lord." It has been so long since I've said those words, for some strange reason they had brought comfort. He is only my 3rd, the first on was just as *kind* as this one was. That second one, I never called him anything, never even spoke to him. This one reminds me of my first, and he always knew how to bring comfort to me, just like this one.....

"I'mmmmmmmmm your slave, M'lord." gasping screams pleaded out. Overwhelming sensations started to wash over me, almost causing me to black out, even though my screams never let up. Never calling him master, I was always taught to call them M'lord and nothing more, nothing less.
 
Lord Montebank:

His dripping wet hand leaves your cunt, your ass and cups your chin to lift your face to his. He looks into your lust glazed eyes and says very, very softly, "And never, ever forget that my slave. Never."

Then he kisses you gently, softly as his wet hand moves to rub your tits and throbbing nipples smearing your juices over them both.
 
Quivering whimpers is all that lets out now when he hand leaves me. My body in so much pain from the binds,

"No M'lord I will not forget." whispered softly, closeing my eyes not looking at him, another thing I was taught never look into masters eyes less told to.

Next thing was his lips, tenderly kissing me. Letting me taste my juices from his lips. That alone told me he was different, no -one, not even my first, ever kissed me. I liked it. Kissing him back with passion and lust and more respect. Hopeing that he will not turn around and sell me now that he has broke me.

Purring through the kiss, feeling his hands knead and play with the painfully throbbing breast and nipples. Almost crying out from the pain. Wincing alittle in the kiss.
 
Lord Montebank:

"Now that you realize it my slave would you like some decorative jewlery?" he asks as he moves over and slowly lowers you to the floor again.

Once there the straps are released and the hook and chain is removed. You're rolled onto your back and the soreness is massaged from your still secured arms and legs.

"Feel better now slave?
"Tell me your actual name. Not the one the slave trader gave you so I can decide if you'll keep it. If I like it you will."
 
"Jewlry? M'lord?" Thinking of the cuffs and collar that the slavers kept on me.
"Doesn't the cuffs and collar please you M'lord?" almost afraid of his answer for sounding alittle cynical. Not meaning to.

"Sorry M'lord, yes I would like some jewlry." Still not quite sure what he truly meant. Lowered to the floor which that alone felt good, not having my weight pulled against me.

"mmmm yes M'lord that feels better." The tightness making me shake and cry out as you work out the soreness.

"My name? ........No one has ever wanted to know that" Though about it for a moment, trying to remember what my first master used to call me. I was practically raised with him.

"Well my first master which is the one who raised me called me Laume, But I think the name you seek if I remember right is Lys. The one I was born with. M'lord." I go by either name. M'lord"
 
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Lord Montebank:

"Lys... hmmm, very pretty. You are now my slave Lys.
"The collar is for your status as my slave. The cuffs are for the reasons you've already found out.
"The jewlery I referr to is decorative in nature to enhance your lovely good looks and erotic sexuality."
 
"Y.... you think I look lovely? M'lord" hesitant whisper. Slightly remembering when he was braiding my hair, he said that

"We'll have to take extra care of this lovely hair slave. It looks so wonderful against your fair skin,"

Sitting up alittle, even though it hurt to move. Bringing my knees up to my chest, rubbing my ankles and calves. He was doing a wonderous job, but I felt almost ashamed that he had to do everything.

"Thank you M'lord........ Most of all Thank you for not cutting and selling my hair. It's probably worth alittle more than you paid me for... M' lord." Even I'm still surprised I had it, though I overheard one of slavers say without it we'll never get rid of her.

"Thank you...." whispered as I lowered my head, massaging my hands now, bringing back the feeling in them.
 
Lord Montebank:

"Of course you are. Do you think I'd buy a slave who wasn't lovely, in fact beautiful in my eyes?
"Cut your hair?!? Sell it?!?," the shock and horror clear in his voice. "Lsy my slave, it's part of what makes you so lovely. Never. My word on it."
 
Lys~

"Beautiful?!? ......" whispered softly. "No don't supose you would M'lord." said quietly. Looked up for the first time, blushing smiling at the same time. Caught his eyes, held them for a moment, then quickly looked down. Don't know what made do that, instincts I guess.

"Sorry M'lord.... didn't mean to look up like that, won't happen again." soft sweet tone running smooth in my voice now, nothing like before.

"Should I go clean up M'lord, or what is your wish of me? M'lord"
Quietly await for his wish or actions. Keeping my eyes and head down cast.
 
Lord Montebank:

"It's permitted when we are alone Lys my slave.
"About the jewlery I have for you, yes I have some. I was that sure you'd become mine," he chuckles at your expression his blue eyes dancing with mirth.

"I will tell you that putting some of it on will be painful for a bit, but heal quickly.
"Are you ready or do you prefer to wait for it until tomorrow?"
 
Looked up again when he gave permission. "Painful M'lord?"

Look in my eyes were weary with pain as it is,

"I....I don't want any more pain today... seeing how it's going to hurt worse if done tomorrow........ I'd rather get it done with today...... you know... Pain at once is better than little bit spread out.....M'lord."

"Like when you threatened to pull my nails out, I would want that done at once, not one each day....M'lord."

I didn't know what he had planned, but it honestly couldn't be any more painful than what my body if feeling right now. Slowly starting to feel the pain from when he threw those blows at me earlier. Now that my body was slowly calming down a bit.
 
Lord Montebank:

He rises and picks you up. You're carried to the heavy wooden table that looks like a rack and laid on it.

"No restraints other than your cuffs Lys, my slave. I want to decorate you and make you more lovely, if you move away it won't happen today, but another day.
"This is the hardest form of bondage, mental bondage. You have to stay because you want to stay."

He turns and walks to his coat on the back of a chair and lifts out two soft cloth bags and returns.

These are for you my slave, " He says as he opens one and takes out two gold barbell looking things with a ruby set in gold on each end of the center post. He also show you a gold ring with a bead of gold on it and a small ruby set in the bead.

"Like them Lys my slave?"
 
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