love_is_my_passion
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- Jul 4, 2006
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She had always been a weak girl, beautiful but weak non the less. Though now it seemed to be more so than it ever had before. Her muscles were always tense, well the little muscle she had anyway. And she was always shaking, or so it seemed. Even in her sleep she would shake. Why? Because she was to be put up on the market as a slave. She had been having terrible night mares for quite some time now and finally the day had come. The day she had been dreading for so long. She had thought about suicide or about running away. However she, like all of the others girls that were kept in the small, cold base ment, did not have access to any objects suitable for killing. Also she never even had a chance to run away.
she was not really frightened because of the thought of becoming a slave, she was frightened by what she would have to do. It was well known that the majority of the buyers that came to the slave market were sick men looking for sex toys. She had just barely turned 18, only yesterday it seemed and it had not been celebrated in any way shape or form. The day she turned 18 was a dreaded day because tat 18 she was allowed to be shipped off to the market.
So here she was, iron bars all around her to keep her where she was without being able to run away and to give the buyers a good look at her. She was an 18 year old vigin who was deathly afraid of pain.
Long black hair fell straight and sleek to her elbows, her face was pale and milky with cheeks that were often slightly pink. Large stormy gray eyes were dark and usually clouded, flecked with black and full of fear.
Here she waited gazing down at her barely covered thighs and horribly revealing clothing as the buyers filed in.
(Note: I want a rape like RP, male master not kind.
she was not really frightened because of the thought of becoming a slave, she was frightened by what she would have to do. It was well known that the majority of the buyers that came to the slave market were sick men looking for sex toys. She had just barely turned 18, only yesterday it seemed and it had not been celebrated in any way shape or form. The day she turned 18 was a dreaded day because tat 18 she was allowed to be shipped off to the market.
So here she was, iron bars all around her to keep her where she was without being able to run away and to give the buyers a good look at her. She was an 18 year old vigin who was deathly afraid of pain.
Long black hair fell straight and sleek to her elbows, her face was pale and milky with cheeks that were often slightly pink. Large stormy gray eyes were dark and usually clouded, flecked with black and full of fear.
Here she waited gazing down at her barely covered thighs and horribly revealing clothing as the buyers filed in.
(Note: I want a rape like RP, male master not kind.