The new slave ((master needed))

[HornyPussycat21]

PM if interested))

Name~ Fawn Hillwood
Age~ 18
Look~ Long dark brown har, blue-ish green eyes, 119lbs, 5'4, 36d, smooth tan skin
Turn on~ dirty talk, beng tied down, being ordered around
Fear~ weapons ((whips, floggers, ect P.S only b/c she never tried)), small dark places

She was only walking home. Yeah it was dark out and late, but she didn't think aything would happen to her. She was only about a mile and a half away from home. As she was walking she could hear a what sounded like foot steps behind her. As she turned to look there was no one and the sound had stopped. She turned around thinking nothing of it and contiued home.

She was right around the corner when the foot steps cam back. Before she could even look to see who it was, something covered her mouth. A pair of hands held her tight as she slowly passed out.

Story
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Fawn felt something cold hit her face and start running down her body. Slowly she opened her eyes, only to see a large man in a suit looking down at her, holding a now empty glass. Fawns eyes widened in fear and she made a move to run away but her feet wouldn't work.

She looked down to see she had chains on both her ankles. She was wear a long dark red coat tha was hanging open in the front. "Wh-" She looked up and saw the same thing had happened to her wrist. "Oh my god!" She said as pear filled her body. She flinched when she felt a hand run over her cheek and she looked at he man. "Wh-where am I?" She asked as her body shook.

He gave her a wide grin before he grabbed the coat that was around her and tour it off, revealing her body that was now only covered in a pair of tiny black bikini panties and a lacy black bra. "Welcome to the slave market me dear." He said. Soon after the words left his mouth the room that I was in filled with light. Fawn quinted and looked around, only to see men staring at her.

 

[western_fireman]

Her reality

The room had 20 to 25 men, all nicely dressed in suits and ties, all ages, heights and races. They were quiet and seemed unconcerned with the 18 year old scantily clad girl in the chair. They acted like it was perfectly normal and for them it was. The large man turned to the crowd. "Gentlemen, according to her drivers license Fawn is 18 years old. She will need training as she has just begun her new life. Please start your inspection, bidding will begin in 10 minutes."

Although several men hung back, about 10 of them lined up to get a closer look. They began to inspect their possible purchase.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn turned her head away so she didn't have to look at the men. She could feels their eyes on her though, watching her, inspecting her. She looked up at the chains that bound her arms over her head. They were realy starting to hurt her now.

She moved her body as much as she could, trying to get free. She didn't care if the men were enjoying her stuggles, she knew she wasn't doing it for them. After a while she stopped and looked at the crowd of men. Finally she spoke, "Please, someone let me out." She said softly.

 

[brunoone]

Surveying the Catalog

Adam's mahogany eyes focused on the photo of a petite blonde. her reserve price seemed steep, but an affidavit bragged of her breeding potential.

"Please, someone let me out."

At the sound of her voice, the doctor looked up. Hm. A brunette.

The doctor's broad black hands flipped through the auctioneer's catalog. There. A last-minute addition just inside the back cover. "Fawn." Three columns of descriptive text, each in a different language. "Recent acquisition allows a new owner the rare opportunity to customize her training," it read. Though the catalog copy tried to sell her inexperience as a virtue, the crowd's seasoned bidders translated: "Buyer beware. Fresh off the street. This one has absolutely no training." Adam sighed, a corner of his mouth souring. At 47, did he really want to train a new cunt from scratch?

He walked slowly around the chain-trussed girl feigning disinterest. If the Kennel auctioneer sensed even mild curiosity, it might be used to drive up the bids. He circled closer, apparently bored by the proceedings. He picked a piece of non-existent lint from the sleeve of his tailored blazer.

At the edge of his peripheral vision, he noted her size. Nearly a foot shorter than he. Promising. If anything could rouse him to hardness, it was the hope that a girl of diminutive features might be literally and painfully stretched in service to a man of his dimensions. Large-breasted for a girl of her height and weight. Not a disqualifying characteristic, probably. Straining against the steel shackles alternately tightened and twisted a youthful musculature. Well-toned by some sort of activity. Sleek, even. He imagined her secured to a leather-topped table in his basement. The topography of writhing ribs and pelvis, alternately arched in pleasure and pain.

Again attempting to throw off onlookers, Adam dug a phone from his pocket and pretended to take a call. One of the Keepers quickly approached him from the room's dim perimeter. "Monsieur, Monsieur." The man was polite but urgent. "No telephones, s'il vous plaît." In truth, the facility's proprietors were less worried about calls than about pictures and video footage. Adam nodded and complied with a smile that quieted further scrutiny. With a half-bow, the Keeper faded into the multi-lingual buzz of the room.

"Five minutes," called the auctioneer. He repeated the warning in Arabic, French, and Mandarin.

Adam liked her voice. He liked her eyes. He liked the look, the shape of her. He was even beginning to warm to the possibilities of her training. If his bidding strategy proved successful, he might soon teach the girl he would tolerate only a bitch... not a brat.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn sighed in relief as a man walked up to her. She thought he was going to get her out of her, take her back home. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead he just looked at her.

Fawn watched him as he slowly walked around her, his eyes roaming over her half naked body. She wanted to throw her arms down and cover herself quickly. Fawn had always hated it when he would stare at her, like she was a peice of meat. After a while she reliezed this man didn't have that look. He seemed... uninterested in her.

She narrowed her eyes and looked back at the crowd as she tried to get loose. At least man wont be a promblem. She thought before she let her head fall back.

She ingored all the noises around her as she closed her eyes and started to twist and turn her ankles, trying to get some feels back. Her head shot up when she heard someone yell five minutes. Five minutes? Five minutes for what?" She thought before she turned to looked at the men who had circled her. "Please sir help me. I don't belong here. I need to go home!" She said looking at him with pleading eyes.

 

[brunoone]

Going once...

A gavel smacked the podium. Its sound reverberated against the chamber's windowless stone walls. "Lot number 37, gentlemen. Number 37." An accent of some sort lay beneath the auctioneer's crisp pronunciation of English. "Bids for this one are in commodities only, please. That's crude oil futures at the close of the most recent trading week. See the screens to your left for international currency equivalents, gentlemen. Shall we begin the bidding at -- ?"

He was interrupted by a covert gesture from a man in an Arabian shora. "Yes sir, I see you there. The… uh… gentleman from Syria begins bidding at… seven…?” The auctioneer could hardly believe a bid so low. A derisive murmur spread through the crowd.

“What?” The bidder spread his arms and turned toward the crowd. “You think she’s worth more?” he challenged. “The Kennels are scraping them off the streets. Untrained. she barely made the catalog. Was it like this before the debt crisis?” The men around him shook their heads, clearly agreeing with him in concept.

“He’s right,” a sharply-dressed Japanese man chimed in. “Almost half of today’s women were from Thailand.” He nearly spat the last word as if Bangkok’s young whores were too common for genteel service.

“Please, gentlemen!” the auctioneer implored the restless gathering. He was trying to ignore the larger issues by concentrating on the auction at hand. “I have a bid of seven. Surely someone will give me… ten?”

Adam’s broad shoulders were relaxed, insouciant. “I… I don’t know.” Clearly, he was doing the auctioneer a favor. “I’ll give you… eight-and-half.” Someone shoved his shoulder… a sheepish gesture of mild approval such as boys might exchange in a locker room.

The auctioneer was agog. How would he ever explain such low bidding to his superiors? He consulted a paper on the podium in front of him. It told him how much money had been spent on the training and preparation of each girl. Thankfully, this one – only recently added to their stock – represented a minimal investment. Even so, the Kennel might lose money on her. “Ten, gentlemen… please, be reasonable. I implore you.”

Adam looked around. His eyes were wide with apprehension. “Guys,” he said nervously. He was about to be saddled with the slave on the block. The pitch of his voice rose in desperation. “Fellas? Somebody? Anybody?”

A resigned sigh from behind the podium. “Going once…”

Adam was frantic.

“Going twice…”
He scanned the crowd for a savior.

“Sold! To the gentleman from the States. Transport costs and arrangements are the customer’s responsibility.” Originally from Kenya, Adam almost thought someone else had swept in at the last moment with a winning bid. But functionaries approached him with paperwork. A pair of Keepers hauled the girl from the block, dragging her toward an adjacent holding area where – for an additional fee – she would be drugged and packed for shipping.

Adam remained in the auction hall for another ten minutes, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The two men who had been most vocal in their disgust each nodded sympathetically in his direction. He accepted their acknowledgement with a nod of his own, then shuffled away.

Above ground in a dusty corner of the compound, Adam took out his smartphone and arranged for two transfers of silver: one to Syria, one to Japan. The other bidders – not his friends, perhaps, but his associates of the moment – had secured for him a girl he found more attractive even than the Kennel’s featured blonde.

After compensating his confederates, he’d still bought her at a discount. He tried not to smile as he strode to the property holding area.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn looked around the now empty room. They had left her alone after they started the bidding. She was happy that the men had finally left, but now she was all alone hanging by chains. Her shoulders were almost screaming in pain by this point.

"Someone help me!" She screamed loud as she looked around the room. Please get me out of here! I wanna go home!" She added. She opened her mouth to scream for help again, but a rag was suffed in my mouth from behind.

Her eyes widened in fear before another cloth was tied over her eyes. She heard the faint sound of keys jiggling and them her left wrist was unchained, next her right. Being chained up for so long made her balance off so as soon as she was free she fell forward on her hands and knees.

She whimpered softly before someones hands tangled into her hair and she was pulled up hard. Fawn cried out in pain behind the rag as someone unchained her ankles.

Whoever was holding her hair pulled hard, yanking her head to the left. She turned around and the man started to pull her. She didn't know where she was going, but where ever it was it was pretty far from the first room she was in. She tripped a few times and felt on her knees as they walked, only to be yanked up again by the hair.

After a while they stopped and she head a door being opened. She was pushed in and fell on her face. She whimpered and moved on her hands. Suddenly someone grabbed her arm and something sharp poked into her.arm.

Her head started to spin as her arm was pulled behind her back along with the other and tied tight. She tried to stand up, but her legs were nub. Soon she fell back on the ground and she blacked out.

 

[brunoone]

Special Delivery

A voice like warm chocolate poked through the last of a drug-induced fog. “There. No. Over there. By the… yes.”

The doctor peeled bills from a money clip. He tipped the deliverymen handsomely. “A crate,” said one. “An honest-to-god wooden crate. Who the hell ships wooden crates anymore?” The doctor walked them to the door, exchanging empty pleasantries. The men and their truck disappeared into the night. It was nearly two miles down the ruts of a rugged logging track from the isolated cabin to the nearest paved road.

Adam wedged a tip of the crowbar into a seam of the crate, banging it home with a 4-lb. sledgehammer. Each blow rang through the box, through the hardware that secured his new purchase to its sides. Nails protested the considerable strength of his arms, but the lid yawned open.

Drugged for flight, the dazed girl looked up, wincing to shut out the cabin’s lamplight. she saw him and tugged against the shackles in a panic. He reached in the box and removed the pressurized breathing mask that kept her alive in the cargo hold.

Adam shook his head “Disgusting.” He thought the word less a judgment of the girl than of the Kennel. He peeled back some of the coarse blankets in which she’d been wrapped. “you are filthy,” he said, “hungry, too, I suppose. I can fix that. But just you give me the first hint of trouble, and I will forget you need feeding. Understand?”

Cautiously, the man plucked a gag from the girl’s mouth…

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn opened her eyes sowly when she felt herself move. She opened them all the way, only to once again pitch black. She sat up as much asshe could in the... box? She xould still hear the gag in her mouth so yelling for help was out of the question. She felt something soft wrapped around her body, keeping her pretty warm. Slowly Fawn leaned her head against one of the crates side waiting for the movement to stop.

A few minutes later she was dropped on the floor and fell force word. Fawn whimpered as she hit the bottom of the wooden box with her face. She wiggled her away up in a sitting position. The faint sound of voices could be heard from the other side of the box, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.

It didn't really matter because a few minutes laters something hit the top of the crate. Fawn looked up at the floor and closed her eyes as the banging sound shook the box and herself.

When the banging finally stopped she looked up and winced at the sudden light. She blinked a few times until she got use to it, only to see the man that was looking at her before. She went pale and started to fight against the shackles that bound her hands.

She closed her eyes tight as he reached down to her. He's going to kill me She thought horrified. Relief filled her when he removed some of the blankets that covered her. "You are filthy. Hungry too, suppose." He said as he looked down at her. "I can fix that, but just you give me the first hint of trouble and I will forget you need feeding. Understand?" He asked her. All Fawn could do was nod her head a bit. She watched as his hand came down and took the gag from her mouth. Finally.

"Please sir. Let me out of here. Just let me go." She said her voice a bit horse. "Please I'll give you money if that's what you want. My parents are rich they'll pay you anything." She said quickly as she looked up into the mans eyes.

 

[brunoone]

Unshackled?

Adam shook his head with something akin to sympathy. His shaved scalp – nearly the color of gunmetal – reflected the flicker of firelight. she truly was fresh. The child still harbored thoughts of home. The Kennel hadn’t time to break her even of that.

He smoothed hair against the left side of her head, then spread his hand around her throat. “Look at me, girl.” The tone of his voice was patient, if not kind. He waited until she turned aqueous turquoise eyes in his direction. she felt a guiding upward pressure, his thumb against the soft flesh behind her chin. “It won’t be like that, child. It won’t ever be like that. If ever you had a home, this now is it. If ever you had a father, I now am he. your world is this place only. you can own nothing for you yourself are owned. You can hope for no other.”

Against thick fingers, he felt the rabbit-quick pulse of panic in her carotid artery. “Now… do you want food and bathing?” He nodded at her shackles. “If so, I will unlock you.”

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn turned her head away as he brushed her hair away from her face. She felt his hands go to her neck and she shivered hard. He pulled her face up so she was looking up at him. She listened to his words, her eyes wide. He looked so kind when she was chained up, like he didn't have that much interest let alone any need to hurt her.

When he nodded down at her shackles she slowly nodded her head. She hadn't really noticed how hungry she was until he mentioned feeding her something. She problemed need a bath too. She turned her head to the side so she didn't have to look into his eyes any longer. "Y-yes sir please." She said in a soft, shakey voice.

 

[brunoone]

Pandora

He took a small key from his pocket. He'd fingered it there almost hourly since the auctioneer's clerk had swapped it for passwords securing the commodities exchange. Adam freed her right wrist, then her left. For a long moment he watched her rub life back into her forearms.

"Look around you," he said in his unhurried pace. "Beyond the walls of this cabin are two hundred heavily-forested acres. It is miles to the next nearest house or road. Soon, if you like, you can walk the property with me by daylight. Until then, you may believe that what I say is true. Or -- when I free your ankles -- you may sprint into the night, hoping that everything I've told you is a lie. you may hope to find a phone, a country store, a friendly neighbor. Instead, I assure you, you will find the lonely chill of darkness."

He leaned awkwardly into the crate to unlock her ankles. He touched one slender shin, examining a bruise. "The Keepers... did that to you. you're not with them any longer." He stood and offered her a hand.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She looked up at the man as he talked. Woods, miles away from people, away from help? She thought shaking. As much as she walked to run away she know she couldn't do it until she was sure there was light out. She had always hated the forest at night.

She watched as the man leaned over and started to unchain her ankles from the heavy shackles that held her. She moved and stretched out her long legs for a minute before she started to rub them.

Fawn sat in the crate for a while, rubbing her wrists and ankles trying to rub away the pain. She looked at his hand for a while before she slowly stood up. "Yeah, instead I'm with the devil." She hissed at him before she climbed out of the crate and onto the wooden floor.

 

[brunoone]

Empty

she had barely resumed her full height before he struck her. The back of his hand collided with her jaw. It sent her sprawling to the floor. He took a step toward her. "you may enjoy my benevolence. Or my wrath. I will choose which." Adam seized a fistful of her hair and dragged her to her feet. The blankets tumbled from her body, leaving the black underthings he'd seen her in at auction. The seam of her panties had been torn at her right hip. One of the bra cups sagged, as if it might spill its contents at any moment. He marched her in front of him through the cabin's only bedroom, to a bathroom boasting surprisingly modern appointments. A jacuzzi, a black marble vanity. she hardly had time to appreciate her surroundings before he hooked a finger at the ripped seam and easily finished tearing the ebon fabric. The panties' tatters fluttered to her ankles. His grip on her hair was merciless. It spun her round, depositing her on the toilet. "Empty yourself," he said sternly.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn rubbed her face after he had struck her. "Oww." She mumbled before he grabbed her hair. "OWWW OWWW!" She yelled as she put her hands over his. The blanket that had been around her fell off and she shivered at the sudden cold air.

He pulled her away to a different room that looked alot like a bedroom to a bathroom. She looked around quickly taking it in, but she only had a few seconds because a moment later the man ripped her panties off her body making her yelp in surprise. He pulled her over to the toilet and pushed her down. "Empty yourself." He ordered her.

Fawn slowly shook her head as she looked up at him. "I-I can't with you standing there. Nothing will come out.' She said shaking hard.

 

[brunoone]

Inexorable

Adam didn't yell. Calmly, he repeated. "you will empty yourself. you will do it now. you will do it while I watch." It was one of the first lessons of slavery. Though she didn't yet understand it, even her most basic bodily functions no longer belonged to the girl. He relaxed his hand on her hair, tentatively at first. Then he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter. "you will empty yourself." No compromise. No negotiation. No anger, either. He was the new inexorable force in her life. He had no intention of being cruel, but he would be nothing less than fully her Owner. "you will empty yourself. I will bathe you. I will feed you." One was not a reward for the other. Adam simply laid out the schedule of activity. Each item was obviously for her well-being. Just as obviously, each required that Adam take broader responsibility for the girl.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn shook her head again slowly. "N-no you don't own me. You can't just throw me on a toilet and tell me to empty myself." She said as he looked up at the man. She wanted to stand up and slap him for even thinking that, but her burning face told her better then that.

Fawn pressed her legs together and put her hands in her lap. "just leave the room and I'll go. I can't do it while your standing here. Nothing will come out." She said before she looked down at the floor.

 

[brunoone]

Returns

"Maybe you're right," he sighed in mock resignation. The man turned away from her and reached into a spacious tiled stall. Adam twisted a tap, testing the shower spray almost as if he'd lost interest in the hapless girl. "Maybe the Keepers still own you. Maybe I can return you to them by air freight in the crate you came in." He readied the shower with a loofah and some high-dollar shampoos before removing his shirt. Unbuttoning the Egyptian cotton Oxford exposed a solid chest and corrugated abs. "Though, you might wish to consider how they're likely to deal with... ah... 'returned merchandise.'" He shrugged lumberjack shoulders out of the shirt and turned briefly away from her to hang it with precision on one of a row of wooden pegs. Slowly, steam fogged the mirror...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn looked over at him when he started to talk about returning her. Her eyes went a bt wide when she watched him take off his shirt, showing off his flawless tone chest and abs. She blushed a light red as her eyes looked over him slowly beforese quickly looked away. She closed her eyes for a minutee before she looked back at him. "Fine. I'll empty myself." She said, her eyes narrowed. She looked away again, trying not to notice him. A few seconds later you could hear a soft sound of liquid hitting the inside of the toilet.

After she was done she looked back at him. "There. You happy now?" She asked him, vemon filled her voice.

 

[brunoone]

Chains

Adam would not have described himself as either happy or sad. Quietly satisfied, maybe. "A good start," he said sincerely. He reached for her head and stroked it. Once. As a man might show favor to a pet. "Perhaps your next obedience will come easier."

The black man bent and fished a small drinking cup from a cabinet under the sink. He pointed to a frosted engraving on the glass. "Three chain links. your mark," he explained succinctly. He handed it to her, nearly full of cool tap water. He watched her decide whether to drink it. "you're thirsty. The anesthesia."

A nod to the running shower. "you need cleaning. I'll bathe you."

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She reached out ad slowly took the glass. She held the glass up cloe to her face and examined the three chains. "Mark? Why do need a mark?" She asked the man before looking up at him. "I really don't understand any of this." She admitted, but she put the glass to her lips. She wasn't sure if it was drugged or poisoned but right now she didn't care. She was way to thirsty.

She tipped the glass backand drank down the cold water until it was empty. When it was she placed it on the sink before she slowly stood up, her hands over her pussy covering it. She looked over at the shower and shook her head. "I'm 18. I know how to wash myself. Now would you please leave." She said pointing to the door.

 

[brunoone]

"fawn, I did not enjoy striking you." It was the first time Adam had used the girl's name. He nodded vaguely in the direction of the cabin's central great room where she'd been uncrated. "In general, I find violence counterproductive. But as long as your disobedience persists," a gesture toward her purpling cheek, "I won't rule it out as a training strategy."

Adam took her right bicep in his hand and pulled her two halting steps closer. The Scotch on his breath was sweet, mature, sophisticated, rich. It was not his body's only fragrance. A mellow aftershave that drew mental pictures of pipe tobacco and European gentlemen's clubs. A modestly-scented deodorant. In conjunction with the chiseled bas relief of his torso, the aromas presented a man who took care of himself; a man in control of both bank account and body; a man of no cheap desires. His careful cleanliness offered sharp contrast to that of a hungry, disheveled girl fresh from a shipping container. she needed a bath.

The fist around her arm tightened slightly as his right hand fished for the clasp of fawn's bra. One quick, sure move. It was hard to tell whether his agile hand unfastened or tore the brassiere open. In either case, her only remaining garment dangled uselessly from its straps.

"Please get in the shower, fawn." He retained a veneer of civility that made him nearly unique among the men at the auction. Many enforced their will with whip and chain. "I will wash you."

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Fawn placed her hand over his as he looked up at him. She was shaking slightly as she tried she pull it away from her. "Let me go." She said softly as her breathing became deeper.

Her body stiffened as he reached behind her and ripped her bra clamp. "Stop it!" She said as she moved her free hand up to hold the bra in place. She started to move back, trying hard to get away from him. "Your hurting me." She added as tears filled her eyes.

When he mantioned bathing her again she snapped. "I don't want you to fucking bath me!" She snapped before she moved her hand away from her bra and slapped him hard across the face.

She wushed she could take it back as soon as she did it. She had no clue who this man was, or what he was capleable of and shehad just slapped him. "I-I'm sorry." She said quickly, her eyes wide open.

 

[brunoone]

The Basement "Playroom"

Bullet-train fast, Adam's fist wrapped her throat like a noose, twisting off the final syllable of her apology. her shoulders were instantly against the wall, knocking breath from her lungs. Upward pressure beneath her jaw straightened her spine. Only her toes -- and not her heels -- touched the floor.

The muscles in his face were as tight as his voice. "Do that again -- ever again -- and you..." There was blood in his eyes, a throbbing vein in his forehead. He broke off in mid sentence and dragged her by the throat back through the house. Through the bedroom. Through the living and dining areas of the great room. Through the kitchen. Out the back door. Along the rear wall of the house. To a pair of angled cellar doors. He threw one open and descended beneath the house into a musty, unfinished basement. To their right, a lawn mower, suitcases, Christmas lights, boxes of old tax records. To their left, a door he snatched open.

Inside, a genteel, Edwardian world. A comfortably appointed room from another century. Such a contrast from the rustic cabin above. But with her windpipe in the vise of his large hand, there was no time to appreciate Adam's taste in loveseats, rocking chairs, or grandfather clocks. Nor time to inventory the corner of the room outfitted as a medical exam room of sorts. It was only after her wrists had been cuffed to the corners of a sturdy, leather-topped table that the powerful hand released her.

The room was suddenly loud with his panting. He dragged a belt across the table. Apparently it -- like the cuffs -- attached beneath the edge of the oxblood tabletop. Finally, he snapped brass armatures -- stirrups -- into place, raising them from the foot of the table into service. she registered as much astonishment as struggle as he strapped her knees and ankles in place.

Naked. Exposed. Open. Trapped.

"I own you," he said, a tense calm returning to his mellifluous voice. "I own you. And you will not strike me." Again, no bargain. No negotiation.

Adam turned his back on the girl and opened one of several drawers near a bar sink in the corner. she might have strained to see that he had chosen a steel duckbill, that he was approaching her with a speculum, testing its spread by squeezing its handles. His enunciation was crisp. Precise. "you. will not. strike me."

He was having to decide which he hated more: the bitch's disobedience or his own anger. He had hoped to delay this procedure. But the girl was nearly as wild as the auctioneer's catalog had hinted. she needed more... or at least something different from the calm strength with which he had led. Adam chose a place between her raised knees and -- for the first time -- fully surveyed his purchase.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She gasped as she was gragged threw the house. She clawed at his hands as she fought to get awat from his hold.

She was horrified when he started to take her into a cellar. Hundreds of different horror movies flshed through her mind, all ending the same way. The girl dieing by the hands of some crazy man.

She was thrown down on a leather table. She was about to sit up, but he pulled a strap up and strapped her down. "Please I'm so sorry. I'll be good. swear." She said as he started to cuff her ankles and wrist.

He turned away from her as she started to twist and turned on the table. She kept her eyes on him, trying to see what he was getting. " Sir I'm sorry for striking you. I will never, ever do it again I swear." She said as tears filled her eyes.

She watched as he turned around with what looked to be a steel duckbill in his hand. She wathed him as he got between her legs. She turned hard to pull them together. "Sir you can wash me, I'll do as you say just please untie me." She begged as she panted.